Roman: A Triple Threat Novel

by Josephine Jade

  Chapter Four

  Lukas and Dominic were going to harass the shit out of him for this.

  Roman had explained to his brothers that Robbie Hastings’ debt had been negotiated to Roman’s satisfaction and that he personally would be bringing Robbie in today. Roman had mentioned the possibility of sending the kid to Sicily. Luka and Dom, while not opposed, didn’t understand the reasoning behind it.

  How could Roman expect them to? He could barely understand the reasoning behind it. Yet here he was showing up at Sarah’s tiny little shithole of an apartment on the opposite side of town from him, with this ridiculous contract in hand.

  This agreement wasn’t worth the paper it was written on, legally or any way else, but since it made Sarah feel better, Roman had been willing to go along with it. Hell if he hadn’t jacked off writing out exactly what she could expect of their one hundred nights. The words anal sex, oral sex, nipple clamps, spanking, paddling, butt plugs, bondage… all in conjunction with little miss kindergarten teacher?

  Who had a body that didn’t quit, he’d found out when she’d so sweetly submitted to his demands that she strip yesterday, and then proceeded to blush all the way down to those rosy nipples of hers.

  The fiery embarrassment had been in stark opposition of the clenching of her moist thighs.

  She liked it. That’s what made all of this bloody fabulous. Roman wasn’t like his brother Dominic, didn’t like a battle of wills for who would have the power. Roman preferred a natural submissive like Sarah who was turned on by allowing him to control her.

  The agreement also stated plainly the things he and Sarah wouldn’t do. Things Roman had no desire to do to her or any woman. Punch, burn, cut. He wanted to make sure she knew he was serious about that.

  Sarah might be paying a price for her brother’s mistakes but Roman would only let it go so far. Robbie, on the other hand, would be taking quite a few hits today. First for stealing from him, and more for allowing his sister to offer herself up as Robbie’s replacement for punishment.

  Roman opened the car door. “You’ll wait for me just inside her apartment,” he said to Saul and Tomas, two of his closest men. “Subdue Hastings, if necessary, and get him to the car quietly. You’re not to touch the sister.”

  Both men nodded as he led them up to the second floor apartment and knocked.

  As soon as Sarah opened the door, Roman knew something was wrong. Her face was colorless and she seemed to withdraw in on herself. This was much more than just nerves about the sexual unknown.

  Roman drew the weapon he carried whenever he left his house and walked inside, shifting Sarah to the side and behind him. “What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

  “No.” Her voice hardly made any sound. He felt her small hand fist the back of his shirt, under his jacket. “There’s nobody else here.”

  Roman put his gun away. “Search it.”

  Saul and Tomas kept their weapons drawn and left to check the small place. Because there damn well better be someone else here. Robbie Hastings better be about to make his way out of whatever hole he was hiding in any second.

  But that was the problem. Roman could tell by Sarah’s face. “Robbie?”

  She flinched. “Not here.”

  He waited until his men reported to be sure. “No one here but us, boss.”

  Roman grabbed Sarah by the back of the neck. “Wait here,” he told Saul and Tomas as he marched Sarah into the kitchen.

  “Where is your brother?” When she didn’t answer he backed her up hard against her refrigerator, causing magnets holding homemade cards to fall to the ground. His hand moved from the back of her neck to the front of her throat. He squeezed just enough to let her know how dire a situation she’d just gotten herself into.

  He could crush the life out of her right now and his men wouldn’t lift a finger to help.

  “We had an agreement.” He took the paper out of his breast coat pocket and tapped it none too gently against her cheek. “All centered around you delivering your brother to me today. Where is he?”

  “Gone,” she whispered.

  Had she tricked him the whole time? Had she always just been buying time for Robbie or had the kid run away from her? Roman knew he couldn’t get an honest answer with his hand wrapped around her throat. May not be able to get one from her ever.

  Roman stared at her for a long minute, watching her breasts rise and fall from her labored breathing underneath her thin t-shirt. He brought the backs of his fingertips up against one nipple and rubbed back and forth. Her breath hitched and her nipples pebbled. He could feel her pulse begin to beat faster under the hand at her throat.

  Damn it, this was going to be such a mess to explain to his brothers. But there was no way he was letting Sarah go. Not until he was well and done with her.

  Roman flipped the paper around and flicked it across her hardened nipple. “I guess you’ve voided our ridiculous contract. Now I will find your brother and kill him.”

  “No.” She tried to shake her head under his hand, but he just tightened his grip on her narrow throat. “Please.”

  Roman didn’t make any promises. If Lukas and Dominic overruled him on this, Robbie Hastings’ life would be forfeit. But for now he would use this information to get Sarah where he wanted her.

  “You want to trade for your brother’s life? All I can promise at this point is that I will try to keep my brothers from ordering the kill. It’s the best I can do.”

  She nodded.

  “And the agreement is now set to whatever terms I want.” He saw her face pale even more and loosened his hold slightly. “Still no physically scarring or punching, and you won’t have to fuck my men, don’t worry. But now you will serve me until I tire of you. One hundred days will only be the beginning, unless I decide you’re not worth it at all after today. Someone will pay for Robbie’s transgressions. Decide if it will be you.”

  She stared at him with those giant blue eyes. “Yes. Me.”

  He slid his hand from her throat back behind her head, and squeezed. “Answer me with respect.”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “Better. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”

  He saw her eyes glance to the open doorway to where his men stood in the other room. They couldn’t see her, but they could definitely hear everything that was going on.

  All part of Roman’s plan. This would start the word that Sarah was paying off Robbie’s debt as Roman’s personal fuck toy.

  Sarah dropped to her knees in front of him and made quick work of the button and zipper of his dress pants. He leaned back against the wall and stifled a groan as her small hands released him from his boxer briefs and she ran a soft finger from base to tip. When her lips surrounded him a few seconds later he didn’t even try to hold back his moan.

  “Fuck yeah. Your hot mouth around my dick feels so good.”

  The words were for his men’s mental picture more than anything else, but that didn’t make them any less true. He fisted his hand in her hair as her tongue licked over the crown of his cock. He used his grip on her hair to force her mouth up and down on him, not stopping even when he heard her gag.

  “That’s right, you’ll take it all.”

  Her hands came up and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer. She may not be totally comfortable but she definitely wasn’t hating what she was doing. He heard her gag again and released his grip from her hair to give her some air. To let her control the pace.

  Her lips released him and her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock then trailed to the base. Her hands moved from his ass around to the front, one cupping his balls, the other lifting his cock so she could lick all the way underneath it.

  When she took one of his balls in her mouth, Roman let out another groan. “Yes, suck my balls. Your nipples are rock hard. You like sucking me off, don’t you?”

  Sarah paused for just a second and heat suffused her cheeks. He could tell she was thinking about his men again. That they could he
ar. That Roman was basically drawing them a picture.

  “Answer the question, Sarah. Do you like having my balls in your mouth? My cock down your throat?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her mouth was full of his dick as she answered, the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen.

  He looked down at the blue eyes peering up at him. “Finish me.”

  He grasped her hair again to set the pace for thrusting into her mouth. Her hands returned to his ass and she just held on as he used her. Fucked her face. He could feel the pressure mounting and thrust deep, the muscles at the back of her throat milking him.

  That was all it took to push him over the edge. He came with a roar, blasting down her throat. She swallowed rapidly to keep up.

  “That’s right, swallow every drop. If you miss any I’ll make you lick it off the floor.”

  Roman heard one of the guys snicker and saw red taint Sarah’s cheeks again. Everyone would know about that line within the next couple of days.

  He pulled out of her mouth, his hand loosening from her hair to stroke the top of her head gently. “Your brother is lucky he has such a talented sister. Maybe he’ll live through this after all. Now get up, you’re coming to my house for the day. There’s a lot more I plan to do to you.”

  Chapter Five

  She was back at Roman’s house. It was no less imposing today than it had been yesterday. Any other time she would’ve stopped to appreciate the Victorian architecture and wrap-around porch on the outside. Or complemented Roman for being an owner who had attempted to keep with the original style of the home as much as he could on the inside.

  But all she could do was wonder what he had planned for her now that he had her here.

  Since it was a Saturday, not as many people were around working. Besides the two men who had accompanied Roman to her house—her face and core flooded again with heat as she thought of what they’d overheard in her kitchen—Sarah saw three other men. One a huge guard like the two in her house, another like some sort of financial adviser, and the third could’ve gone either way.

  Obviously Roman’s house was used as a center of family business, even on weekends. Multiple people began asking him questions as soon as he walked through the door. Roman’s hand never left her arm as he answered them.

  Maybe he’d get caught up in his work. Forget about her altogether. She eased away from him to study the paintings—a mistake since it brought his attention directly back to her.

  “Have you thought any more of where your brother might be?”

  Sarah honestly had no idea. She’d explained to Robbie about the deal she’d made with Roman. To send him to Sicily. To give him another chance.

  Robbie hadn’t been happy. Maybe afraid Roman wouldn’t keep his word. Sarah had been afraid Robbie would run, and he had while she’d stepped out to run some errands. She should’ve called Roman this morning as soon as she realized Robbie was missing.

  “I see guilt crawling across your pretty features, Sarah. Tell me where he is and things will go much easier for you both.”

  “I don’t know where Robbie is.” That was the truth.

  Roman studied her for a long moment then pointed to a room at the end of the hall. “Go to my office and strip. Bend over the side of my desk and wait for me.”

  All of the men who’d been in the process of walking and talking stopped and stared. None of them said anything but Sarah heard a snicker from someone that quickly turned in to a cough.

  God, she should be mortified but her panties literally felt soaked at his words. She kept her eyes lowered and moved towards his office.

  She could hear Roman still talking in the hallway as she entered the room. His office was beautifully masculine, just like the man himself. The dark hardwood from the hallway continued in here. A leather couch with two arm chairs made up a sitting area over in one corner, near the large windows. A huge L-shaped desk sat in the middle of the room, a computer and monitor taking up half, the other an open area for Roman to work.

  Sarah had no idea what sort of work Roman did; the Rinaldi family had multiple legitimate businesses, so perhaps he had something to do with those. Obviously this room was well used and he worked at the desk often.

  Today it looked like he would be working her at the desk.

  Sarah quickly undressed and set her clothes in a neat pile over by the wall. She realized the door to the office was still open and anyone walking by might see her.

  That was probably a big part of the point.

  Damn Robbie for running off and making this situation worse than it already was.

  Sarah walked to the desk, folding herself over the side that was empty, even though it totally exposed her back—and naked ass—to the door. She sucked in her breath as her torso hit the cold of the smooth polished wood. She kept her legs closed and hands resting on the smooth surface near her shoulders.

  And she waited.

  She could hear him talking in the hallway for a long while, then nothing, then talking again. Was he going to come in? Was he going to have sex with her this way? He’d mentioned spankings. She couldn’t deny she was definitely set up for one.

  “Now there’s a sight I could get used to seeing very often.” Roman’s voice sounded from the doorway, soft and smoky. Sarah looked over her shoulder at him.

  “No, no. You are to keep your eyes straight ahead or forehead on the surface wherever I tell you to go bend over something. Or, if it has been a long time, you may put your head down, but your eyes will be closed.” He walked towards her as he said it. She gasped as she felt his fingers stroll directly up the crack of her ass.

  “That’s right,” he whispered, leaning over her, thrusting against her ass with his erection. “You shouldn’t even know I’m there until I talk or touch you. And you’ll never know if someone is watching you from behind. I may send my men to check on you. To watch and be jealous of what belongs to me.”

  She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Her hips ground against the hard edge of the desk, but it provided no relief whatsoever. Roman chuckled and shifted his weight off of her.

  “And your legs should be spread, so I have access to and view of everything.”

  His foot kicked her legs open until they were hip distance apart. She felt his fingers on her ass again, pulling her cheeks apart, inspecting her. Sarah wiggled, trying to get away from his prying fingers.

  She had no preparation for his hand cracking across one ass cheek. A squeak escaped her before he brought it down on the other.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  She did until they were almost the width of the desk and she was up on her tiptoes.

  Then his hand came down again. Over and over, on the top of her ass, on her thighs, and repeatedly in her sit area. He didn’t stop until she was crying.

  Yet she wasn’t just crying because it hurt. She was crying because she needed more. His actions, his words, even his spanking were just driving her towards a precipice she couldn’t get to on her own.

  “I think my men heard that, don’t you?”

  She could hear the laughter in his voice and grimaced, wishing she could slap him. But when his hands began a soothing motion across the area he’d just so thoroughly spanked, her anger turned into a moan. A moment later his fingers eased into her sex and her moans turned into pants.

  “Your pussy is soaked, Angel,” he said in her ear.

  A voice spoke from the doorway. “Not trying to interrupt, Roman, but I need those printouts if you don’t mind.”

  Sarah couldn’t help it, she pushed herself up from the desk and closed her legs, covering her backside with her hands. Her wide eyes shot to Roman’s. He was grinning.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He shook his head, waggling a finger in front of her. “That will cost you three straps with my belt. You never remove yourself from a place I’ve put you without my express permission. Back on the desk, right now. Legs spread to the very edge.”

  Sarah placed herself back down, as dir
ected. Tension inched in to her body. Things she should’ve made more clear in this arrangement ran through her mind. He said he wouldn’t punch her or cut her. But what about the buckle of a belt? Surely that could do damage too.

  And how hard would he hit her with it? What if she couldn’t take it?

  She was also well aware that there were now two sets of eyes on her. They’d had an agreement that none of his men would touch her. Would Roman honor that?

  “Ro-Roman?” She hated how shaky her voice was. She could feel panic rolling over her in waves. Didn’t know how to express everything she was feeling.

  “Overwhelmed, Teach?” His voice was right next to her ear, so low no one else could hear it. His body hovered over her back.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me what is scaring you most.”

  She was half afraid he would use it against her later but she still told him. “That you’ll hit me with the buckle. Or that you won’t, but you’ll whip me so hard I won’t be able to take it. That you’ll let someone else touch me.”

  She felt a hand trail down her spine and Roman whispered, “Never a buckle or anything that will mar this skin. And no one else will ever touch you. They may watch me touch you, but you don’t ever have to worry about anyone’s hands but mine.” She felt his fingers over her ass again, feeling cool in comparison to her burning skin.

  “The whip of the belt will hurt,” he whispered in her ear. “But you will take it. Soon you’ll even come to ask me for it.”

  She doubted it but at least she wasn’t drowning in panic any more. He moved away from her.

  “The papers you need are in the printer tray, David.”

  “Thanks, Boss.” Although David was behind her and was probably getting an eyeful, he was nowhere near her. Sarah felt herself relaxing again.

  It was short lived.

  “Would you like to watch my new toy get her three straps with the belt? She’s helping pay off a debt.”