Jameson's Debt

by Victoria Gale

  “Enough time for me to explore every last part of you,” I answered. Carina may be all soft and gentle curves, but there was a need in her that demanded to take everything.

  Chapter Six

  Carina

  I shuddered at his words. God help me, I wanted him to explore every last part of me. Jameson reached his hand out to me and I took it. Without saying a word, he led me upstairs and into a bedroom. I should have felt embarrassed that I was still ass-naked, and he was fully clothed, but all I felt was a thrill that made my core clench at the thought of being at his mercy.

  As soon as he shut the door, he said, “I want to look at you.”

  “Aren’t you already?” I couldn’t get enough of his eyes on me. I loved the way he stared into my eyes, the way his gaze roved around my body with utmost concentration as though he was etching every last detail into his brain, but always came back to my eyes as though he was looking deep into my soul.

  He growled and motioned to the bed. “I want to see your pussy.”

  I laughed. No-one had ever spoken to me like that before. Jameson kicked off his boots and stripped his T-shirt off. He was fucking perfect. His shoulders, chest, abs, thighs. He even had that perfect V on his hips pointing down to his cock. And just as I’d wondered, tattoos adorned his chest and arms. I reached out and relished the hard muscles of his chest. My mouth suddenly dry, I licked my lips.

  Jameson wrapped his arm around my waist and turned me away from him. His hard chest pressed against my back and his hands explored my body. One massaged my breast, teasing my already-taut nipple, while the other wound into my hair. He yanked my head back and grazed my neck with his teeth before he trailed feather-light kisses along my shoulder and all the way to behind my ear. My eyes fluttered closed and my head fell back against his shoulder. He pinched my nipple and I groaned in response. Who knew a little pain could lead to ultimate bliss?

  “Keep your eyes closed,” he said.

  His hands left me for a moment, and he stepped away, but I kept my eyes closed as he’d asked. A few seconds later, a soft blindfold wrapped around my eyes. I shuddered and my body burned with excitement. Jameson was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it.

  He walked me to the bed. “I want to see your pussy,” he said again. “Climb on your hands and knees, and then drop down on your elbows.”

  Excitement fluttered through my body all the way down to my needy core. I climbed slowly on the bed and did as he asked. My ass stuck in the air and my breath hitched. I couldn’t see his actions behind me and that made everything all the more exciting, but I heard the ruffle of denim as his jeans came off.

  I felt him edge closer. “Getting a good look?” I asked.

  He laughed. A low masculine sound that reverberated through my entire body. “Tell me if I go too far and I’ll stop,” he said as soon as he sobered.

  I didn’t know what he meant, but I felt both nervous and excited. “What are you going to do?” I asked, my voice a moan of anticipation.

  He didn’t answer. Instead, his large warm hand stroked my bottom, and his fingers slid over my folds, making me shudder. He rubbed over my clit, and pleasure sparked. He pulled away and I pushed my bottom higher.

  “Such a perfect ass,” he said.

  The slap that came down was hard and unexpected. I cried out and he did it again.

  My breath hitched waiting for another slap. Instead, he entered me with his fingers. I was soaking wet. He withdrew and I moaned as he circled and pinched my clit. My core clenched, needing his fingers back inside me. Still, he teased, his touch too light. Then, he lightly slapped my pussy. The shock of the sudden sharp pain hitched my breath. Wetness dribbled down my leg.

  I’d never been treated like this before and wasn’t sure how to respond. He told me he’d stop if he went too far, but so help me, I wanted to see... to feel what he would do.

  The next spank made me whimper. My body simmered with need. I wanted to feel his cock between my legs. I spread my thighs wider, hoping he would take the hint.

  I felt his weight shift on the edge of the bed and held my breath, he grabbed my cheeks with both hands, pulled them apart and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue licked a hard sweep from my clit up to my ass and back. It delved into my core.

  My legs almost buckled. “Oh, fuck!” My body burned as though I’d been set on fire.

  He interspersed blow after blow on my ass, my pussy, with the most delicious teasing with his tongue and fingers, Sweat trickled down my forehead. I wanted to come, needed to come, but each time I came close, his hand fell down with a responding crack. Tears of frustration pooled in my eyes.

  “Please, Jameson,” I said.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked as if he couldn’t see how wet he made me.

  I laughed and wriggled. That was the last thing I wanted. “No.”

  His tongue teased my clit and he made a satisfied groan in the back of his throat. “You taste unbelievably good,” he said. He sucked and licked, driving me so mad, I thought I’d die if I didn’t come soon. He swiped his tongue along my pussy and sucked hard on my clit. My body shook and my orgasm built as the tingling sensation in my throbbing nub spread, electrifying my senses. I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart beat so fast. When my orgasm hit it was like a tsunami, wave after wave crashed against me. I trembled and quivered, losing myself in the powerful sensations.

  Jameson withdrew his mouth and plunged his fingers inside. I gasped, still sensitive from my climax. My core clamped around him. He scooped out my wetness and drew it up my folds and circled it over my bottom hole.

  I quivered, not quite sure whether I should feel shame or embarrassment. No-one had ever touched me there.

  “Remember,” Jameson said. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

  “No. Don’t stop.” The words came out breathless and needy.

  “Good girl,” he answered in response.

  I quivered in excitement, a sensitive, aching bundle of nerves. He pushed his fingers inside my pussy again, used them to spread the wetness over my bottom, and then slipped inside. I cried out at the sensation, the pressure somewhere on the cusp of pleasure and pain. I felt dirty. But my clit throbbed, and my nipples hardened like solid marbles against the bed coverings. I was unbelievably aroused. It felt dirty, but it felt good.

  He pushed deeper, working his finger further inside my ass. Then he started to pump, and so help me, I was ready to come all over again. It felt too good, crazy good. Pleasure swept through my body.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked.

  “Yes... No,” I gasped. “It... it feels great.”

  Jameson ran his other hand over the round of my ass. I desperately wanted to see his face, to know what he was thinking. His weight shifted again, and it felt like he was fumbling with something. He removed his finger from my ass, and it sounded like he was unscrewing a cap. I wanted to shift and look, but was worried removing the blindfold might stop him.

  “This might be cold at first,” he said.

  A sudden chill hit me, and I flinched. Jameson held me steady and something pressed against my ass. I let out a surprised gasp when it pushed inside. At first it burned, and seemed only small, but Jameson pushed it deeper and deeper with agonizing slowness, and I realized it had to be getting wider.

  “Oh fuck,” I cried out. “Fuck. What is that?”

  “A butt plug.” What the fuck! “Talk to me,” Jameson continued. “Can you take more?”

  My pussy throbbed and my back arched. “Y-yes. Don’t stop.”

  Jameson pushed the plug deeper still. It filled my ass. He only stopped when a flat end hit the outside of my bottom. He left it and teased my folds, dipping his fingers into my wetness, and massaging my clit.

  I trembled and pushed against his fingers. He hit the base of the plug. I moaned at the sensation. Pain but not as I’d ever known it. Something that hurt but also felt too fucking good. A sweet, delicious pain. The touch of Jameson�
�s fingers as they plunged into my core only amplified the ecstasy building inside me. A voice deep inside told me I shouldn’t like such things, that I didn’t even know Jameson, so why the fuck was I allowing him to do this to me, but an even deeper one begged him to never stop.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” Jameson said, not needing to tell me I was drenched in my own juices. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  I swallowed and tried not to scream out in relief. At fucking last!

  Still, he took his time. His strong hand crept under me, and cupped my breast, pinching and tweaking my nipple, and sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.

  The tip of his cock nudged at my entrance. The heat of it was a stark contrast to the initial cold of the plug. I groaned and pushed back, but shuddered when it made the butt plug twitch. My whole body shook.

  He teased me with just a couple of inches, allowing my body to adjust.

  “Oh, my God,” I moaned, my breaths ragged.

  The plug already felt as though it filled me completely, and I felt fit to burst. I closed my eyes behind the blindfold and told myself to relax.

  His hand left my breast, and he grabbed a hold of my hips. Seconds later he cranked it up a notch, slammed forward and plunged his entire cock into me, letting out a deep moan of pleasure. A jolt of pure ecstasy swept through my entire body all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers.

  With the plug, he felt even bigger than he had in the kitchen. I moaned loudly. My body struggled to take everything it held. He pulled out slowly, and then used my hips as leverage to pound into me again. This time, his pelvis smacked against the edge of the plug, reflaming the delicious ache in my bottom hole.

  I screamed and almost blacked out. I was blind and deaf, my every cell felt as if they were being ripped apart. It felt too fucking good. A beautiful aching fullness. I shouldn’t like this. It shouldn’t make wetness trickle from my core. It was too much, too good, too unbelievable. I was so damn full, so engulfed in a deluge of pure sensation, and I’d never experienced anything better.

  My core clenched greedily around him, even as my bottom clenched around the plug. Jameson knew exactly what he was doing. He took me roughly. The angle and the intensity of his pounding made the plug feel so much more. Agonizing ecstasy shot up my back, heralding the onslaught of my orgasm. It brewed stronger and stronger. Jameson didn’t stop. He pushed deeper, harder. A scream ripped free from my lips. The rush of pleasure was so intense, my skin felt like fire.

  Jameson shuddered and moaned his release. He held me close. His hand snaked around my waist, and his head rested on the small of my back. I wanted to fall forward on the bed, but I worried what the movement might bring, and Jameson’s hand kept me in place.

  We stayed like that for a few minutes. I savored the touch of his body against mine, the hot air of his breaths and the beating of his heart.

  After a moment, Jameson planted kisses on my shoulder and down my back. He slipped free from me and brushed his hand over the plug. My breath caught when he grabbed the end and gave it a slight tug. I pulled my ass away and he released his grip. He slapped his hand down on the end and it thrust back inside me. I gasped.

  “Hold still,” he said. Grabbing a hold of it again, he eased it from my ass. “Are you okay?” he asked and rolled me onto my back before removing the blindfold. He looked at me with such earnest concern it made me smile.

  I brushed my hand against his cheeks and pulled him over me, claiming his lips. “I’ve never felt better,” I said after I caught my breath.

  He pulled back and looked at me again. “You can’t be real.”

  I lifted my head and nipped at his bottom lip. “Did that feel real?” I asked.

  A devilish grin played at the edge of his lips and his hand delved between my legs. He latched onto my clit. I gasped.

  “Does that?” He clamped me tight as he claimed my mouth with his own, stealing my breath completely.

  Chapter Seven

  Jameson

  Insatiable didn’t even come close to describing Carina. We’d briefly acknowledged the arrival of Rex and Rahat and then holed up in my bedroom for the rest of the night. After we finally managed to get some rest, my cell phone awoke us. The light seeping around the corner of the curtains told me it was morning.

  “What have you learned?” I perched on the edge of the bed and answered the phone to Jordan.

  “Manuel’s dead and Xander’s on his way to New York to gain the final support he needs before staking his claim to his father’s role.”

  I scoffed. Normal children would want to be with their father during his final days. They wouldn’t be traveling around the globe in an attempt to take over his job. “Will he get it?” I asked.

  Jordan huffed down the line. “Gabriel has already been on the phone,” he said instead of answering my question. “He doesn’t see how he can withhold Carina from Xander any longer. He wants her to call him so they can talk through her options.”

  “Are there any?”

  “If Xander takes over as second in command, no.”

  “I won’t let him take Carina.”

  “Then you’ll have every soldier under every caporegime after you. You’re talking about thousands of men. It won’t be like last time when Dolmilo was on his own,” he said referring to the mob killer who had come after Caleb’s wife after she put him behind bars for ten years.

  I rubbed at my head and glanced back at Carina, lying in the bed and staring at me with a worried look on her face. She’d only heard my side of the conversation, but it was enough to know that things were not going well.

  “You do have one option,” Jordan said, and I knew exactly what he meant.

  “That’s not an option,” I closed my eyes and answered.

  Pressure built and I felt the entire weight of my family responsibilities fall on my shoulders. Manuel Caruso had taken on the role of second in command when our father had died. At twenty-two, I’d been too young to be considered a candidate for underboss, leaving the position free for Manuel to assume. But both our families knew, the second I turned thirty, I’d have had a claim to the mantle and could have challenged him for it. Instead, a year before that happened, I’d turned my back on my life, and I’d never looked back, never even thought about it. Until now.

  “Jameson,” Jordan said along the line.

  “We’ll see what Gabriel has to say to Carina before making any decisions,” I said and hung up.

  Carina lifted herself on the bed and shuffled beside me. She used the bed sheet to cover her nakedness and looked at me wide-eyed. It was the first time she’d looked vulnerable and afraid.

  “You can’t protect me, can you?” she said.

  “Xander’s father, Manuel Caruso is dead,” I answered, ignoring the question. “Do you know who that is?”

  She shook her head, but froze when realization struck. “I’ve heard the name Manuel, he works with Don Bianchi.”

  “That’s him. He was Bianchi’s second in command.”

  Carina rested against the headboard, closed her eyes, and pulled the sheet tighter around her. “Why did Gabriel even try to send me away? What was the point when he knew it was fruitless?”

  I thought about her words for a moment before everything became clear. Gabriel and Jordan had known exactly what they were doing sending Carina to me. And Carina, she’d played me like a fucking fiddle. I stood and paced the room. My fists clenched and rage built like an inferno inside me. My heartbeat thumped in my ears, unable to stop myself, I walked over to the closet and punched the door. My hand throbbed, but I punched it again, satisfied this time that the wood cracked.

  Carina drew her knees to her chest and hugged them tight.

  “Did they tell you to act like a fucking whore?” I asked, my voice tight. “Was that the plan? To seduce me and lure me back?” Tears formed in her eyes and a pang of guilt squeezed at my chest. I pushed it away and threw my phone to land on the bed beside her. “Call you brother,”
I said and pulled on my jeans before storming from the room.

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  Chapter Eight

  Carina

  I had no idea what had gotten into Jameson. When he punched the door, I couldn’t help but flinch. He seemed like a man possessed. I didn’t know what was going on, but it was clear that Jameson no longer wanted anything to do with me.

  With shaking hands, I lifted the phone from the bed beside me and tried to remember my brother’s mobile number. It took a few minutes, but eventually, I heard it ringing.

  “Gabriel,” I said as soon as he answered.

  “Carina. You heard, I take it.”

  I couldn’t stop the sob that bubbled from my throat. “I haven’t heard anything,” I said. “I have no idea what’s going on. I just know that Jameson’s mad at me, and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with Rahat—” if she was even still around “—I just... I don’t know what went wrong.”

  “Xander saw you at the club, that's what went wrong,” Gabriel said, missing my meaning.

  “Why did you send me here?” I asked.

  “To keep you safe.”

  “No, just... just tell me what you’re not saying. For once, please let me in. I need to know what’s going on. Who is Jameson? Why have I never heard of him or seen him in London when his brother comes all the time?”

  Gabriel sighed and I heard his muffled voice telling everyone to leave. I wasn’t sure what time it was in London, but he must have been in a meeting from all the scrapes of chairs that echoed along the line. After a minute, a door clicked shut and Gabriel returned to the phone.

  “Jameson Swash is the rightful head of the Swash family. For generations, they have served as second in command to the Bianchi’s.”

  “Jameson said that Manuel Caruso was second in command.”

  “He was, but mostly in a caretaker role until Jameson turned thirty.”

  “That must have been years ago.” If I had to guess, I’d put Jameson at around thirty-five, at least. “What happened?”