First & Long

by Jesse Jordan

  I demonstrate the safety, then reverse the pistol, holding it out to her. Jessica takes it in awe, looking at me with those big eyes of hers as she realizes the amount of trust I'm putting in her hands. Forget kitchen knives... she could kill me right now, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Her grip tightens, and I smile as she takes the gun and holds it properly, with her finger outside the trigger guard. “Yes Master.”

  “Good. Now, follow me. It's going to be a bit of a bitch to deal with, but we'll figure out another system later,” I say, leading her outside to the motor that controls the gate to the villa. I reach up, snapping off the remote sensor, disabling it. I thought, when I installed the system, that having a remote control only gate would be helpful. Not that it stopped Larissa, but nobody else ever tried to clone my signal. Well, that's not going to happen again. “When I get back, I'm going to have to use the outside intercom to call you inside, and then you'll have to walk out here to trigger the gate manually using this button. Got it?”

  “Yes Master,” Jessica says, and I give her a hard kiss on the lips, tasting her and feeling my heart harden inside. Leon, The Sultan might be your boss... but you fucked with the wrong bull today. This isn't about The Network, this isn't about the fucking FBI or Deep Cover. This is about Jessica, and my house. “Be careful?”

  There's still a little bit of softness in me right now, and I stroke her cheek again. “I'll be back. If I'm not, take the money you found before, along with what you find in the safe, I left it open. Get to safety.”

  I run over to my truck, getting in just as the last of the sun's rays drop out of the sky. Jessica's brave as she hits the gate controls, her eyes watching me intently as I pull through. “Good luck!”

  “I'll be back!” I promise her, driving away into the night. I reach for my phone, and pull it out, looking for The Sultan's number. I call him up, the phone buzzing in my ear as I rumble down the dirt road. It doesn't take him long, he picks up after the second ring.

  “Mr. Camponini. How nice of you to call, I hope you got my message?”

  “Cut the shit, Al Gazi. Your man broke so many fucking rules today that the time for niceties is done for the moment. Where's your piece of shit henchman?”

  Omar Al Gazi has always had a cultured voice, probably something he picked up that allows him to interact with the upper crust of Middle East society, but I still can't stand the arrogant fuck. “Leon? Oh, he's here at my townhouse. Would you like to speak with him?”

  “No, what we need to say isn't for the fucking phone. I'm on the road, I'll be there in thirty minutes.”

  Unlike the rest of the capos and me, Omar Al Gazi only maintains a townhouse in Sicily, a luxurious place in Termini Imerese, but still just a townhouse. His main property from what I understand is in Turkey actually, and of course his quarters on his various ships are all luxurious, even at the cost of losing cargo space. Not that he cares, he owns a dozen different ships.

  I push my gas pedal a little harder, putting on speed as I head towards Termini. The Sultan's building overlooks the water, and when I park my truck, I see Leon waiting for me in the parking lot. He grins, already reaching for his waist as I close the distance with him. “Rodrigo, so good to see you again.”

  I don't say anything, my right hand crashing into his jaw and shattering it, blood and two teeth going flying as Leon goes tumbling to the pavement. I grab him by the lapels of his sportcoat and knee him, his head snapping back and giving me the satisfying crunch of another few teeth breaking off. I reach for his hip and take his gun, a piece of shit Marakov that's all show and no go. Just like Leon. “Now who's got no teeth for biting down when a cock's jammed in there, huh?”

  Leon's unconscious, so I drag him by the coat to the elevator, using the card key I find inside his pocket to give me access to the penthouse. The elevator's slow, and about halfway up he starts to stir, but nothing else until the door opens and I grab his leg, dragging him out onto the marble tile entryway to The Sultan's townhouse. “Al Gazi!”

  I gotta give The Sultan credit, he doesn't have any more goons with him when he steps out of his front door, but in his hand he does have a pistol, a giant Desert Eagle that he's carried with him for a long time. It's showy, but unlike his bitch boy, it's got plenty to back it up too. When he speaks, he doesn't sound upset or angry at all, just... perturbed. “Rodrigo, I was just having a brandy. What happened to Leon?”

  “Your boy here threatened to take my property, my slave, pry her teeth out and rape her. Him and Kahled both. So, I took care of the tooth removal on his part.” Leon stirs again, starting to wake up, and I stomp down with a boot onto his nuts, crushing them hard before I twist my heel back and forth. Leon screams breathlessly before passing out, and I turn my attention back to The Sultan. “Looks like I took care of the threatened rape part too. Hope you got room in your operation for a eunuch. I warned him I'd do it the last time he thought he could threaten me.”

  The Sultan clucks his tongue, displeased. “Leon... I never should have sent him. Too worried about trying to sound tough rather than just deliver the fucking message. I underestimated you, for that I should have planned better.”

  “Oh, don't worry, I got your message,” I reply. “Now, I got a message for you. My doubts about your security risk, my doubts about your loyalty to The Network, all of it... they don't mean shit compared to this, right here. You send your boys to break into my villa again, you threaten to steal my slave, you threaten my life or my slave's life again... and I don't care if you are a capo in this organization or not. I'm coming for your fucking nuts.”

  “Big words for a man with no backup,” The Sultan says. “So... can you back them up?”

  “Try me, Al Gazi,” I rasp, staring a hole into him. “Try me, and The Network's going to be looking for a new contact man in the Mideast. Now, Hammurabi's Code, I got my eye for an eye. You and I.... we stay out of each other's way.”

  I back up, there's no way I'll trust turning my back to him, and call the elevator to open. It's still waiting for me, and I hit the button, not turning my eyes away from The Sultan at all. He watches me, his eyes not drifting from mine at all as the door starts to close. “Good evening, Mr. Camponini.”

  “Good night, Al Gazi.”

  Jessica

  I keep the ear piercing scream behind my lips, but just barely as I sit up in bed, panting and sweating. The nightmare is fading, I can't remember the details, just that it was dark, there was blood, I was alone....

  I shiver, shaking my head. I look over at the clock and see that it's nearly two in the morning, and it's the third time I've woken up since Rodrigo came home, panic driving me from sleep each time. Each time it's a nightmare filled with darkness and death, each time I try to put it out of my mind, only for the nightmare to lurk in the back of my mind, coming back each time I fall asleep.

  I shake my head again, trying to think of something to help. I can't get drunk, other than some wine Rodrigo doesn't keep alcohol in the house. I can't go out, just the idea of going into the night alone sets my teeth on edge. Desperate, I get out of bed and leave my room, letting my feet carry me towards Rodrigo. I slow when I reach his door though, not sure if I'm allowed in. Of course I've been in his bedroom many times, cleaning is one of my duties, but I've never actually been in here at night. Still, I don't know what to do, and I open his door quietly, stepping inside.

  The moonlight flows through the larger window that takes up one wall of Rodrigo's bedroom, it overlooks the same walled courtyard of the villa that mine does, and I see him lying on his side, his upper body gloriously naked in the moonlight. I realize, in the months that I've been here, I've never actually watched Rodrigo sleep before, and I take a moment to observe him. He looks more innocent while he's sleeping, the stress and tension of the day eased away from his brow and from around his eyes. He smacks his lips a little as he sleeps, a little smile coming to his lips as he has a good dream it seems.

  “Me too, Jessica,” he mur
murs in his sleep, laughing softly. “You're very good.”

  I wonder what he's dreaming about, and shuffle forward, my foot barely scraping on the wood. Still Rodrigo nearly immediately stops, his body tensing in the darkness. “Who is it?”

  “Me, Master,” I whisper, coming over to the bed. “I'm sorry, I just... nightmares. I apologize, I'll go back to my room.”

  “No you won't,” Rodrigo says, scooting over and lifting the sheet. “Take off your pajamas and join me.”

  I see that he's as naked under the sheet as he is on top, and I feel a familiar warmth as I take off my pajamas and slide under the cool cotton sheets. Rodrigo's body is warm and I can smell his musky essence, that smell that says it is undeniably him. I will admit, there have been a few times when, doing the laundry, I've taken a moment to just inhale his scent from the pillows, they smell so good. Now, his presence reassures me. I wrap my arms around him, holding his body tightly and wiggling a little as I try to get comfortable. Rodrigo strokes my back, his strength easing away my fears and comforting me. Maybe I'm being foolish, but in his arms, I feel like the world can't hurt me. “Master?”

  “Yes, my Jessica?” Rodrigo says softly, pulling back his head just far enough to look into my face. He chuckles, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “You know, all the times you've submitted to me, we've never done this in my bed before.”

  I nod, smiling back. “It feels nice. Master, please keep me safe?”

  Rodrigo nods, leaning in and kissing my lips softly. “I swear Jessica, I'll give my all to keep you safe.”

  His lips nuzzle at my neck, and I feel the electric tingle of his body touching mine. I pull the sheet off of us, not wanting to get tangled up in what is about to happen. Master strokes me back tenderly, whispering in my ear. “Up on top.”

  “Master?” I ask, shocked. Never, in all that we've done together, have I been the one on top when we have sex. “Why?”

  “Because you need it this way this time,” he says in a calm, assured voice, pulling me on top of him. I feel his cock slide between us, already hardening, rubbing against my belly as Master holds me close, kissing me softly. “This time... you control the pace.”

  It's different than ever before, and Master is gentle, his hands stroking my back and cupping my ass, not squeezing painfully but massaging, sending warmth through my body. It's both scary and wonderful as I dangle my breasts over his lips and he nibbles on one before switching to the other. Sparks jump across my eyes as he pushes my breasts together so that he can suck on both of my nipples at once, sending me reeling in pleasure and having to grab the headboard to the bed, holding myself over him as Master reassures me. In every kiss, every stroke of his hands he demonstrates his strength even though I'm on top, and my pussy grows wetter and wetter knowing what's going to happen. “Master....”

  “When you're ready, Jessica,” he whispers, cupping my neck and drawing me down for another kiss. I lift my hips and moan, reaching down to position his cock at my entrance before sinking down. It's delicious, gentle and comforting, and Master moans too, our breath sighing together as we join.

  I sit back, feeling him slip another wonderful bit inside me, and I throw my head back, feeling my collar dig into my skin slightly, reminding me who I truly, really belong to. I begin to ride him, his cock slipping in and out of my body in a slow, sensual rhythm, and as it does I feel myself opening up more and more.

  “Jessica,” Master whispers below me and I look down at him, seeing in his eyes a reflection of what I'm feeling. This feels different, and while it scared me before, it doesn't scare me any longer, whatever it is. Instead I trace my collar, looking into Master's expressive black eyes and take him in in the moonlight, watching as his skin begins to glisten with sweat as we move together, feeling our bodies find true and total harmony. This isn't about pleasing him, or him pleasing me. We start to become one, bordering on the limit of something beyond just sex as our hips meet together, Master's cock and my pussy the paper thin line of two people becoming one.

  “Master,” I moan as we start to speed up, my ass bouncing off his hips as I ride him faster, harder. Still Master lets me stay on top, even as I lean over and kiss him deeply, his powerful arms holding me safe and protected. “Master... I need you.”

  “I have you Jessica,” Master reassures me.

  I abandon myself, riding Master's cock hard and fast, feeling the orgasm building deep inside me. I look into Master's eyes and see that he's feeling it too, and that while he wants to roll me over and fuck me hard, he's letting me be in control. It moves me, and I grab him around his shoulders, rolling the two of us halfway across the bed, keeping him inside me but now he's on top. I grin, happy where we are now, and kiss him again. “I submit to my Master.”

  He laughs even as his hips take over, driving his cock into me and sending pure pleasure rolling up my body. The head of his cock shifts to rub over my inner spot that sends my head spinning, and I'm closer than ever, my hands clasped behind Master's neck as he strokes in and out of my body. Both of us are gasping, sweat glistening in the moonlight and making us glow like we're blending the limit between human and something more as my Master goes harder, both of us pushed past the point of no return as the heat is too much we can't resist.

  “Jessica!” Master groans as he swells and comes deep inside me, the feel of his cock throbbing and shooting deep inside my womb pushing me over the edge. I hold on tight, my body shaking and spasming as my pussy squeezes his cock, milking him for every precious drop while pure happiness and bliss washes over me.

  Afterwards, Rodrigo doesn't pull out, but instead half rolls, his cock still inside me as we lay next to each other. He kisses me tenderly, stroking my face. “Stay the night,” he says, half request half command. “I'll keep you safe and warm.”

  I nod, closing my eyes and snuggling up against him, my ear pressed against his body just enough that I can hear his breath and his heart as sleep comes over me. I begin to drift in that space in between awake and deep sleep, the little voice inside me speaking up again.

  This is what we want.

  Is it?

  You know it felt different this time.

  It did. But that scares me too.

  Why? Because this time it was more than fucking? More than just amazing sex?

  Maybe.

  Maybe, you say. Definitely, I say. Don't tell me that you don't want to go to sleep like this for the rest of your life. Protected and cared for in this man's arms.

  What woman doesn't want to feel this way? But... but what if I'm just imagining shit?

  You know, Rodrigo keeps telling you to let go. To find your strength in your weakness. Maybe you need to think about what that really means.

  Maybe.

  Well for now, just sleep. We can talk about this more in the morning.

  I still don't quite understand what happened last night, but this morning, as I wake up in Rodrigo's arms and feel him hum happily as I squirm, I know that I want to do anything I can to help this man. “Master?”

  “Yes, pet?” he murmurs, stroking my back gently. “Did you get some better sleep?”

  “Yes Master.... but I need to go pee,” I apologize. “Do you mind letting me go to use the toilet?”

  Rodrigo laughs and lets go, my body protesting that it wants to be back in his arms even as my bladder tells me to hurry the fuck up. I take care of my business quickly, coming back to find Rodrigo standing in the center of the bedroom, waiting for my return. He's even more amazing in the morning light, even though it's not quite right. If I had my drawing pad, I'd want to wait for him to stand there like that in the afternoon light, when the light could highlight every perfect curve and plane, including the thick root of his cock dangling between his legs.

  “You look like you see something you like,” he teases as he stretches his arms over his head, sighing happily as his left elbow pops. “Oooh, you're good to hold, but my elbow got stiff. So... what is it that's caught your attention?”
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br />   “You know exactly what, Master. But I was thinking about something else, too.”

  “Oh?” he comments, lowering his arms and giving me a bemused look. “I must not be training you right, because seeing you naked like that, I've got only a few things on my mind.”

  I feel heat creep up my neck, and I bite my lip, flustered and at the same time turned on. “Master... I'm serious. Can we talk about it over breakfast?”

  “That was one of the other things on my mind,” Rodrigo says amiably, chuckling. “Head back to your room, get dressed. Something practical, while you were on the toilet I got a text message from Larissa, she wants to drop by. Most likely to talk about last night.”

  I get changed, leggings and a t-shirt since Larissa will most likely want to do a training session with me, and to be honest, I'm looking forward to seeing her again. Breakfast is easy, granola with a side of sausages, and as I put the plates down Rodrigo gives me a measured look. “So what's on your mind?”

  I sit down, my manners and 'ladylike' behavior nearly unconscious now, and pick up my spoon daintily. “Well.... I was wondering if there's anything else I can do to help you, Master.”

  “Around the villa?” he asks, surprised. “Jessica, this villa is spotless. Unless you happen to know how to do drywall work or run electrical wiring for the areas that still need more renovation downstairs, I'd say you're doing as much as humanly possible since the workers aren't scheduled to come in until after the olive harvest is done. Besides, aren't you looking forward to building your garden?”

  I nod, and take a bite of granola before replying. “I do Master. But I want to do more. I feel like I'm repeating myself, but when I got involved with this, things were different, at least in my eyes. And I want to stay safe. I realize, the best bet to stay safe is to be all in with you. And to do that, I need to be willing to do even more than what I am. So, what I'm asking is, is there anything that I can do outside these walls to help you? Uh, even if it's extreme?”