by Smith, T. L
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, Krinos, why has Boss sent you?”
“Well, Alex, I’m here to make sure you listen and don’t fuck with my father’s product any more than you have. And if you keep on fucking with it, you won’t like the outcome,” I say with a smile on my face, which he doesn’t look happy about.
“Ok, Krinos, I wouldn’t want to piss off a pretty lady like yourself. I will follow your father’s rules, and I understand if I don’t, I’m cut off.” His comment calling me pretty makes me want to clobber him in the jaw.
“You know, Alex, it will be worse than that, so keep your head smart.” Stefanos chips in as we get up to leave.
Alex offers for us to stay, but I decline; I see the Rock standing near the entrance and walk over to him.
“Ok, big guy, take me home,” I say, looking up to him, as he is a foot over me.
Rock nods and walks to the front for me to follow. I notice a few shady guys staring at me, but I choose to ignore it and make my way to the car. Rock doesn’t even mention what happened or the car accident, which doesn’t surprise me. He is fine with anything that happens as long as I get returned to my father in one piece.
Once I reach the hotel room, I remove my dress, and then hear my phone ring; I look at the screen and see it’s my father.
“Father.”
“Krinos, hoping all went well, honey?” he asks me in Greek. I’m too tired to think or even speak Greek, so I ask him to speak English. He grunts at me like it’s a painful thing to do and reluctantly agrees.
“Alex is a douche; other than that, it’s sorted. He will start to control his side of distribution better.”
“That’s my girl, Krinos. Alex actually sent me an email saying what a pleasure it was to meet you. You didn’t stab him, Krinos, did you?” I laugh through the phone at my father and manage to control myself before I answer.
“No, Father. I may have held a knife to his pathetic throat, but all is good; no one got stabbed today.”
“You really should invest in a gun, Krinos; it’s safer than that knife you have.” I scoff at him—he is always telling me to carry a gun. It’s not that I don’t like them; it’s just a knife is easier to hide and conceal. I am a perfect shot, though, with a gun, thanks to Rock training me every day for two months straight.
We say our ‘I love yous’ and I head for the shower to remove my lingerie and relax. Just as I get there, there is banging on the door, and as I’m about to reach it, the door flies open.
I see Stefanos before he sees me, as the lights are off, and the light from the hallway is reflecting it on to him. I take a deep breath to calm my already-giddy girl parts and flick the lights on.
“Stefanos,” I say to him, looking him up and down. He still has his suit on and still looks delicious in it.
“Why did you leave? I told you it wasn’t safe, especially since they know who you are now.” He says this while walking closer to me, looking me up and down; he stops when his eyes reach my garter. I flick my fingers in front of his face to bring his attention back up to me and watch as he smiles brightly at me.
“If I knew the boss’s daughter was going to be this good-looking, I would have agreed to meet you sooner.” He leans in close—a little too close—and closes the distance with a step before hoisting me up so my legs are wrapped around his midsection.
“Put me down, Stefanos; you don’t know how to handle a woman like me. I’m not a plaything,” I tell him, trying to pry myself off him.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I could play with you for hours, and you would still be screaming for more, Princess,” he drawls in my ear.
I may be young, but I have had my experience with men. I am not a slut, but I like sex, especially when it’s done right.
“Bedroom, NOW!” I order him, and he listens, carrying me to the bed before throwing me on it.
“I will claim you, Princess, and there is nothing you can do about it. I will own your soul,” he tells me, removing his jacket.
“I don’t think so, pretty boy; this is just sex, nothing more,” I say, getting to my knees so I can see him undress. He leans in real close so our noses are touching and smirks. I see a faint line of a dimple in his left cheek, and I want to kiss it.
“A person like me doesn’t just touch one’s soul, Princess; I devour it, claim it and own it.” He pushes me back on the bed so I’m lying down.
He starts to remove his shirt, and all my retorts go flying out the window. His body is that of a guy who works out frequently; his pants sit on his hipbones, and my mouth starts watering for a taste. He turns away from me and I see one-half of his back covered in tattoos; I look at it closely, and see it’s a tiger. He drops his pants to the floor and turns around; he isn’t wearing any underwear, and I see his cock standing tall and proud. His is probably one of the largest ones I’ve been with, and I’m giddy to see how he will fill and consume me for a few hours.
“No turning back now,” he says, crawling on top of me and kissing his way up my body. I don’t do slow and sensual; I do hard and fast, and that’s what I want now. I push his lips off me and shove him so he is lying on his back then climb on top of him. I grab his hand and direct it to my pussy where the throbbing is. He smiles up at me, and I ride his hand till I’m wet.
“I’m going to lay down now, and you’re going to eat and lick me till I’m screaming murder.” He looks at me with shock in his face and does as he is told.
I can tell he is used to having control in the bedroom, as he was a bit hesitant, but I’m not here to make love; I’m here to get my rocks off. Stefanos is a mighty-fine guy to be doing the dirty with, too.
He starts with the slow kissing up my thigh, and that is not what I want; my pussy is screaming for attention and I need it now. I grab his hair forcefully with both hands and pull his head up.
“Easy, Princess,” he says, laughing at me, but goes to where I need him. His tongue is that of a God; I can understand now why he has followers who want more from him.
First, he is breathing naturally, and I can feel his hot breath on my clitoris, which starts building up anticipation, making me squirm for more. Then, he begins licking me like an ice cream cone, using long, thick strokes that cover the entire area of my folds. He continues his torture before plunging in fully. He repeats this painful but beautiful torture till I’m squirming and screaming.
He sits up with a pleased look on his face, and I can’t form words; that was, by far, the best oral sex I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“Are you ready for me, Princess?” he asks, slipping his finger between my folds, inserting one then removing and licking his fingers, never taking his eyes off me.
“Actually, I think I’m done, so please leave the same way you came in,” I say to him, with a smile on face from his mind-blowing oral sex.
“Doesn’t work like that; nice try, though, Princess,” he taunts then snaps my legs open and slams straight into me. It was so unexpected, I scream out from the pain that soon becomes pleasure.
He fucks me hard then fucks me even harder, continuing his beautiful torture. He has flipped me so my ass is up in the air; his cock left me at the moment for when he turned me. He rubs my ass with his hand then slaps it hard; his finger goes to my anus and I squirm. That is one place I would never let someone enter, no matter how great in bed they were.
“Untouched territory; nice to know, Princess.” I pull my ass away from him, and he slams me back to him so I can’t escape. He reaches down, puts his hand over my already-sore clitoris and rubs to get me ready again. He builds me back up for seconds, and I start arching my back so my ass is closer to his cock. He gets the hint and pushes me out, positioning himself before slowly—ever so slowly—inserting his tip in me. I push myself back to get to the climax I want, and he laughs. He then grabs my hips, enters me slowly and starts rocking, gradually building my climax all over again. Just as I’m about to come, he inserts his finger in my ass, and I’m too distracted
to yell at him or push him away; I just ride the train all the way to happy town.
He pulls out of me, and I try to stand on jelly legs. I hear him laugh and give him the finger as I walk to the bathroom. I start the shower and climb in; I start washing my body when I feel hotness breathing on my neck.
“I’m not done yet,” he says, sending shivers all over my body.
“Did you take Viagra to come and visit me?” I ask before I turn my body around so I’m facing him and see him hard again. I admit, it does turn me on, but I’m not sure if I’m ready for round three just yet.
He grabs the soap, gets down on the floor and starts washing up my thighs. His hot breath is still right near my pussy, and he is making me wet all over again. I swear out loud and tell him to stand up; he listens.
“Grab my legs and hoist me up.” He does as I say, and I can feel his cock right near my entrance. I reach down and place it just where I want it then slide down on him. He grabs hold of my ass tightly and starts lifting me up and down so I can ride him faster; this position is my favorite as it meets all my needs. The rubbing and pounding is my happy place, and I plan on riding till I see stars.
I see them, and I’m not actually sure if that is a good thing, as I feel so weak right now. When Stefanos comes, he bites my shoulder hard, grips both my ass cheeks and squeezes. I can feel his finger going for my ass again as he is finishing off; I let him finish and stop sliding myself up and down. That doesn’t stop him, though, as I more than likely weigh nothing to him.
He pulls out of me and places me on the chair in the shower. I honestly can’t move now; it’s worse than jelly. I’m weak; I have been royally fucked, and I mean royally.
Stefanos washes me while I’m sitting then picks me up to finish; I honestly don’t know how he has the energy. He carries me back to the bed and lays me down then climbs in next to me. I have never shared a bed with a male overnight before; usually I take what I want and walk out. Well, I guess I won’t be doing any walking tonight.
I wake before Stefanos does, and I still feel slightly weak; I look at the clock and notice it’s five in the morning. I look over to Stefanos and see him sleeping peacefully. I crawl out of the bed, trying my best to not wake him, and slip into the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see a girl who looks tired, though thoroughly pleasured; I walk out and get dressed then decide it’s time to leave, so I pack all my things while he’s still asleep.
Once I’m dressed and everything is packed, I turn to look at him one more time before I leave; his body is truly that of a Greek God. The blankets don’t cover his ass, and it’s out for all to see; I can just see his tattoo from where I’m standing.
I call Rock when I’m at his door, and he opens it and nods for me to come in.
“I’m leaving now, Rock.” He looks at me like he wants to say something but doesn’t. He walks away to pack his bags, I presume, and I call my father to tell him I’m coming home. He sets up a private jet for me and tells me it will leave in an hour.
I’m at the airport when I hear my phone ringing; I look down and see Stefanos’ number there. I choose to ignore it and board. He is resilient, though, and keeps on ringing. Rock looks at me then to the phone and shakes his head.
“I only wanted a good time; why do people have to be so clingy?” I ask Rock; I know I won’t get an answer, but it’s worth a try. He raises his eyebrows at me and grunts; sometimes, I think that’s the only thing this man knows how to do. I have heard him talk before, but that was to my father, not me.
I receive a message from Stefanos and laugh. I turn it around to show Rock, and he shakes his head at me.
Stefanos
Where was my breakfast?
Someone is missing you.
I type a message back and smile to myself.
Me
Tell that someone to look
for someone else.
Have a nice day.
Ok, I know I’m a shit-stirrer, but it was only for some fun; maybe in the near future, when I see him again, he can make my knees weak once more.
I show Rock what I wrote, and he is reluctant to look at it. He shakes his head in a disapproving way and goes back to his magazine. I sometimes wonder if I should find some girlfriends instead of hanging around men all the time. I did have a good girlfriend once; well, I thought I did, until I found out she was using me for drugs and connections. I cut that bitch loose and haven’t befriended another woman since.
But girls are dramatic and bitchy, and guys are straight and honest, so I choose to stick with the dick population for now.
I arrive home and find my father and his goons waiting for me. I call them goons because they think they’re badass when they are not.
“Krinos, why has Stefanos been ringing me nonstop to see if you have arrived?” Father asks, sounding suspicious.
“Who knows,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders before heading to the kitchen for a coffee. Father follows me, though, obviously wanting to talk about something else.
“I have to meet with our suppliers today, and I want you front and center there with me.” He tells me in Greek in case other ears are listening to our conversation. I nod my head in agreement and get changed to start our day.
I now have on an above-the-knee black skirt, with my garter for my knife, a black top and my hair in a bun. I walk out and my Father hands me a present; I open it and am floored, as it’s something I would like to carry. It’s not huge, and it fits me perfectly: a small-caliber handgun, a .22, and it even has ‘Krinos’ engraved in the side.
“I love it, Father,” I say and give him a cuddle and kiss.
“Can you please start to carry that around instead of just a knife? It would make your old man feel better.” I agree, and we walk out to the car to get our day started.
We pull up to a strip club, and I scoff; Father turns around to me and smiles at my reaction. We walk inside, and there are dirty, old men having public sex with women. I have been around this before, and it doesn’t please me; why people want to have sex in public still amazes me. We find who we are looking for and take a seat at his table, surrounded by strippers.
“Alberto.” My father greets the old, Mexican man with his shirt unbuttoned.
“Kontos, I see you brought me a prize,” Alberto says to my father, reaching for my thighs.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” my father warns him; Alberto scoffs at him and continues to slide his greasy mitts up my thigh. I hike my skirt up, and he gets excited. I pull out my knife and stab him in the hand he has on the table; the hand that was on my leg pulls away so fast, you would think I was on fire. Everyone in the room stops and makes their way over to where we are, drawing their guns. My father sits back in his chair like nothing ever happened.
“If one of you so much as touches a hair on my daughter’s head, I will kill you,” he threatens, leaning casually back in his chair. One guy ignores him, obviously loyal to the Mexican drug cartel leader, Alberto, and grabs hold of my arm. I am trained for this, and I know exactly what to do, though I don’t do a thing, as I know my father’s threat still stands.
I stand still and don’t even watch the guy that has hold of me; I know what my father will do, so I lean out of the way. I watch as he reaches into his pants, pulls out the gun then shoots the man straight in the head; he hasn’t even moved from his seat. I have blood on me, and I still manage to smile at my father through all this madness. Yes, it might not be normal, but what really is normal these days? I have a loving father and mother, and that’s all that matters to me.
I walk to the bathroom to wash some of the blood off, and I notice everyone clear the way for me. They have heard my father’s warning and don’t want to touch me.
As I’m finishing up in the bathroom, a guy walks in, looking off his face on drugs and looking for something in particular.
“You, you are here with the boss. I want some drugs; go out there and get me some,” he tells me, slurring his words. I don�
�t even acknowledge him and turn to the mirror to see where the blood is on me. I’m so glad I wear black to these meetings, otherwise my wardrobe would be next to none. I have completely forgotten about the druggie behind me until he cocks a gun to my head.
“Didn’t you hear me, bitch? Get me some drugs now!” he orders, sounding a bit more sober. I turn around with my hands in the air and put on my best seductive smile, sticking my breasts out. When his eyes move to my breasts, the gun he is holding drops a little, and I deliver a sharp blow to his diaphragm to temporarily stop him from being able to breathe. I kick his gun away and place one of my heels in his private area softly,
“You should know better than to hold a gun to a lady’s head, you piece of shit.” Then I dig my heel into his private parts, enough to make him scream, and I leave the room.
“What took you so long, Krinos?” My father asks me when I return.
“I ran into a bit of a pickle in the bathroom, but all is good now,” I tell him. He knows it’s not the whole truth, though he settles and turns back to Alberto, who is currently pouring alcohol over his hand.
“Alberto, all business dealings are to be with Krinos from now on. If you have a problem with that, I can take my business elsewhere.” Alberto looks from me to my father, and I smile sweetly at him. I can see his head turning, wanting to rebut what my father just told him, though I think he has learnt his lesson and shuts his mouth.
“I don’t want you supplying to anyone else in our territory, Alberto. We pay you enough money for you to die a happy man. If I find out you do, you might die a not-so-happy man,” I tell him, looking him in the eyes to get my point across. Alberto may look dumb, but he is a smart businessman and agrees to our terms.
I’ve decided to take the following day off and go shopping; I tell Rock, and he rolls his eyes at me. Sometimes, I have to remember he is a man and doesn’t like shopping, instead of a friend who doesn’t talk to me.
We head to Rodeo Drive to have a look at what’s new, and I spot someone who looks very familiar. He has another blonde beauty attached to his arm, but I’m pretty sure it’s Stefanos. I go into the first shop I can so he doesn’t see me, but silly me, I forgot I have the Rock with me. And that fella is hard to miss.
