by M. Robinson
“Do you know why I brought you here today?” he questioned, breaking the silence, lifting me up and placing sideways in his lap.
“Besides to do naughty deeds in public.” We both laughed.
“It has been seven years since I last got high, Briggs. Seven fucking years. I wanted to bring you here to celebrate and make new memories to replace the bad ones that were still here,” he paused to let his words sink in. “For the both of us.”
“I’m so proud of you. I couldn’t ask for a better husband or father for our kids, Austin.”
“I almost died here. And all I want to do is live... for you. Our kids. Our family.”
“That’s all I ever want to hear.”
We spent the next few hours making new memories all over New York.
And we didn’t get caught.
<>Martinez<>
“You scared?” I asked, sliding Lexi’s hair to the side of her neck. Placing soft kisses along her shoulder blades as I sat behind her in the limo.
Her body was facing toward the black tinted window, her eyes glued to the scene in front of her. All of The Madam’s guests dressed in costume only, walking up to The Cathouse in the sinful city of Miami.
She shook her head no, glancing back at me with a crooked smile. “I trust you.”
I grinned, putting on the full-faced, red mask, with my dark black hair slicked back. I needed to remain unrecognizable, a fucking shadow in the night.
Lexi gasped at the sight of me, taking in my appearance as I cocked my head to the side. Letting out a devilish groan from deep in my chest, causing her cheeks to flush. I was wearing my signature black button-down collared shirt, a black Armani suit, and black leather gloves. A devil’s mask completed my New Year’s Eve Masquerade ensemble.
Evil never looked so fucking good.
I leaned over her lap, opening the door beside her. Grabbing her hand at the last second, stepping out first and bringing her right along with me. She quickly followed close behind, instantly taking in all her surroundings.
It was New Year's Eve and I wanted to fucking celebrate. It was time that El Diablo came out to fucking play, except this time…
I would be taking Lexi to Hell right along with me. My inferno wasn’t always so bad. In fact, it would be quite fucking enticing. Which Lexi would learn soon enough tonight.
Besides, lust had always been my favorite fucking sin and that hadn’t changed just because I died.
I turned around, slowly licking my lips. Watching Lexi who I purposely dressed like a goddamn angel.
The irony was not lost on her.
But I didn’t want it to be.
She wore a white lace corset that had her ample tits busting at the seams, just ready for the taking. It came up to her ribs, accentuating her slender waist and luscious fucking thighs. A silver chain garter belt held up white thigh-highs, her panties perfectly placed, hardly covering her ass and pussy. Fuck me heels finished off her barely there ensemble. Her long, dark hair flowed loosely down her back, and she wore a glittery, solid white mask that covered just her eyes.
“Cariño, look me in the eyes,” I demanded in a harsh tone she was more than familiar with.
She did.
“You don’t leave my side, understood?”
She eyed me warily but nodded. “Where are we, Alejandro?”
“You don’t get to ask questions either. We’re where I want us to be, that’s the only answer you’ll get tonight.” My gaze immediately fell to her parted lips, she was surprised by my response. “You can be scared, Lexi. In all honesty, I fucking want you to be.”
With that, I turned around, once again leading the way. We walked through the front wrought-iron doors that led into the mansion, and it was exactly the way I remembered it.
I hadn’t been there in decades.
It still had the same aura and magnetic pull about it. The smell of pussy and sex was all around us. Almost suffocating you with the need to want to fuck. There was translucent lighting everywhere. Half naked women dancing on poles that were set up in several places around the open room, food laid on the bare skin of women and men, and waitresses walking around topless wearing nothing but G-strings. But everyone was wearing a mask, so you couldn’t see their faces.
Which only made it all the more goddamn alluring.
“Martinez,” the Madam called out, bringing my attention to her before I could catch Lexi’s reaction to the seediness before her. I shouldn’t have been surprised that she recognized me. She could always pick a face out of any crowd.
Even a masked one.
I sneered, glaring in her direction. She cunningly smiled. “Oh yes, my apologies. What are they calling you these days?”
“A fucking pussy,” Mika interrupted, stepping up beside Lilith. “Word around the streets is someone’s stepped into your Armani dress shoes, motherfucker. How’s it feel to be replaced, you old fuck?”
I didn’t say a word, I didn’t even move. I knew exactly whom this hijo de puta was talking about, and the culprit hadn’t just stepped into my shoes, he’d been on the scene for decades. Hiding behind the only thing that let him get away with murder.
The law.
Unlike me, he wasn’t born into that way of life, but that didn’t stop him from wanting it nonetheless.
“El Santo, right?” Mika chimed in with his name. You and you’re spic friends, always come up with villain names.”
I didn’t talk about Damian. The man, many called El Santo. Not because I was fucking afraid of him, I feared no one.
But evil didn’t always hide in the shadows, in the darkness like I did. Most of the time, it was out in the open, in fucking plain sight by a man you’d least expect.
Who everyone thought…
Was an angel here on earth.
“Here’s a little piece of advice. I wouldn’t talk about things you don’t know, Mika. Might come back and fuck you in the ass like I did your girl, here.” I nodded to Lilith, feeling Lexi’s intense stare burning holes on the side of my face.
“Speaking about taking it up the ass, who’s this pretty, little thing?” He stepped toward Lexi, offering her his hand, but I stepped in between them, placing her securely behind me. Giving him a menacing glare, I resisted the urge to knock him the fuck out for even looking in her direction, but the last thing I needed was to make a scene.
I wasn’t even supposed to be there.
“Look at her again, hijo de puta, and it’ll be the last thing you’ll fucking look at,” I warned, getting right up to his face.
“Mika…” the Madam coaxed, grabbing his arm.
His jaw clenched. “Someone doesn’t know how to share his toys. Who would have thought?” He stepped back, placing his hands up in the air in a surrendering gesture.
Mocking me.
Lilith peered intently at Lexi, trying to act like she wasn’t caught off guard by my possessiveness over a woman. In all the years she’d known me, she never once saw that happen.
“Welcome to The Cathouse, darling,” she added. “Martinez, take her to explore. It’s why you came here tonight, right? To have some fun. The kind you know only I could provide? Just remember one thing, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do… at least twice.” She eyed Lexi one last time and left.
I knew Lexi had thousands of questions running through her head, but that’s not what tonight was about. I’d answer them all at another time. Or on second thought, I probably wouldn’t.
I grabbed onto her hand again, making my way up one of the elegant stairways. Music vibrated the speakers throughout the entire mansion. The Madam wanted to make you think she was just setting up the scene, the mood, when in reality she was trying to drown out the screams.
“Alejandro,” Lexi murmured loud enough for me to hear, gripping onto my hand tighter. Locking her arm around mine, needing to feel more secure.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, she was so fucking cute when she was nervous. I guided her into one of the rooms that used to be one
of my favorites.
Lexi gasped, jerking back when she crossed the threshold.
VIPs were everywhere.
Some were straddling men, others were going at it with women, and some were even in groups, taking it in every fucking hole. She watched as they sucked cock and ate pussy. Being fucked and receiving pleasure. Her eyes couldn’t focus on one thing for very long. Her mouth hung open.
Not that I could blame her.
I walked around, stopping once I was standing behind her. Tugging her hair away from her neck, breathing in her vanilla scent.
I reassured, “No one touches you but me, Cariño.”
“And you? No one is touching you, right?” she asked, slightly angling her head to look at me.
“I just want to watch. You know how much I love to fucking watch.”
<>Lexi<>
I had so many questions, and not nearly enough answers.
My eyes went back to the scenes unfolding in front of me as we walked through the rooms, one by one. Each one different than the last, the only thing they had in common was the heady, blatant fucking.
One of the back rooms caught my attention in particular, and the crazy thing about was, Martinez sensed it.
“It’s like it’s calling your name,” he simply stated, looking at me. “Go on, Lexi. Show me the way.”
I swallowed hard, cautiously stepping out in front of him. Slowly moving in the direction of the room, something about its allure was pulling me to it. Something I had no control over, no power. I couldn’t have walked away even if I wanted to.
And I didn’t want to.
As soon as I opened the door, the clock struck midnight, sounding throughout the mansion, and the lights immediately shut off. I couldn’t see a foot in front of me. One would think that the guests would experience paranoia and panic, it was the exact opposite…
Everyone was just waiting.
Especially me.
The music changed and I recognized it, “Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven echoed off the walls. I had danced my ballet to it millions of times. It was one of my favorite melodies to rehearse to.
I heard the door close behind me. Martinez grabbed me around the waist as he leaned against the wood frame. Holding me tight against his hard cock that he didn’t even try to hide.
As if on cue, soft light illuminated around the open room, candles suddenly lit, spreading throughout the entire space as if they magically appeared out of thin air. I didn’t even see anyone light them. It gave the large area a translucent appearance. Excitement began to course through me, making me wonder what was next.
From the four corners of the room, women all dressed in nothing but heels were present. They all took center stage like I had done countless times during performances. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, they were so beautiful, so flawless, and I didn’t think women like that even existed.
They were perfection in every form of the word.
Their hips swayed to the beat of the music. I didn’t have to see the guests faces to know that they were all aroused, which was exactly the point. They started to dance provocatively, seducing everyone in the room.
Including me.
Each one of their movements was carnal and sinful. I watched with a hooded glare as the women captivated the attention of every last person in the room. They were made for sex. I was hypnotized by the allure of it all.
My panties became soaking wet.
The women moved their way toward one another, dancing on each other. Kissing, tasting, feeling each other, the sensations from the people in the room only enticed them to keep going.
I saw men start to pull out their hard cocks, stroking themselves to the visions of the pussy in front of them. It didn’t stop there. More women came into the room, dressed exactly the same, encouraging the guests to touch them, play with them, feeling every last inch of their hard bodies.
I surveyed the room, breathing in the smell of lust, abandonment, and pussy.
Martinez’s hands eased their way up my thighs. His fingers caressed and kneaded at my already sensitive skin, as Beethoven’s melody continued to assault my senses. Mimicking his hands on my body.
He rubbed his nose along the back and sides of my neck. Rasping into my ear, “I don’t even have to touch you to know that you’re soaking fucking wet.”
His hand roamed to my pussy anyway. I couldn’t resist the urge to moan when his fingers found the layer of silk right above my clit. The palm of his hand swayed back and forth on my pussy to the melody of the music. I could feel my moisture starting to seep through the thin fabric as his other hand slowly moved its way up my body. I leaned into his touch, his fingers igniting something familiar deep within. I didn’t know where I wanted him to touch me the most.
My whole body was on fire.
“I don’t know whether to fuck you or spank you for being this wet. Is it for me or them, Cariño?”
“Both,” I honestly replied, swaying my ass against his cock. Silently pleading for him to fuck me.
He didn’t touch me where I wanted him the most. Instead, he teased my pussy on top of my panties, his other hand pulling down the front of my corset, freeing my breasts.
I should have stopped him.
I should have told him no.
I didn’t.
I wanted him to caress me. I wanted to feel like I was his. I wanted him to take me in this room, claim me in front of these strangers that I would never see again.
I wanted all that and more.
I bit my bottom lip as I watched a man get sucked off by a woman, who was sitting on another man’s face. Getting fucking devoured.
Her head fell back, as did mine. Martinez finally pushed two fingers inside of me with no warning. He wasn’t soft or gentle. My eyes closed on their own as he pushed harder on my g-spot.
“You close your eyes again, and I’ll fucking stop. I brought you here to watch, and I expect nothing less,” he ordered, kissing and sucking on my neck.
I whimpered when he bit me, opening my heavy eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear, sucking on my earlobe.
“Mmmm…” I moaned so close to coming from the sweet torture that only his callused fingers could produce. The bastard knew it, too.
I leaned into his ear and blatantly admitted, “Please, Alejandro. Please just give me what I want.”
“Here? In front of all these people?”
“Strangers,” I corrected.
“Is that what you want? To be fucked in a room full of strangers, Lexi?”
“Yes…”
He chuckled, “Good girl,” he praised again, groaning.
I could feel his teeth as he nibbled my flesh, making me feel both pleasure and pain. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him and molding him into me as his hand went to his slacks, pulling down his zipper. I could hear panting all around me from the endless amounts of skin on skin contact, but I didn’t care.
I was too far gone.
Martinez grabbed my chin, turning my face to meet his lips. Urgently kissing me, our tongues twirling, as we tasted each other for what seemed like the first time ever. He sucked on my bottom lip as he pulled out his cock, finally fucking freeing it. He rubbed the head of his dick along my slit, getting it nice and wet, circling my clit, and preparing for his grand entrance. But he didn’t slam into me like I assumed he would. He finger fucked me with his pre-come, mixing both our juices together.
As if he was marking me.
Pissing on his territory like a rabid dog.
He roughly placed my body where he wanted me. Pushing his cock inside my opening in one solid thrust, balls deep. I shuddered.
Instantly coming on his cock.
“Fuck… you feel good. I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day.”
We stayed like that for several seconds just enjoying the feel of one another. Until he wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed lightly as he started to thrust in and out of me. Locking me in place, holding
me in front of him, not allowing me to move an inch.
He was completely in control.
Exactly how I wanted him to be.
“Harder… fuck me harder,” I begged as he gripped onto my waist with such force that I knew it would leave bruises.
The harder he fucked me, the tighter I squeezed on his shaft. I could feel my come dripping down my ass, onto his balls, and down our legs. I met him with each and every thrust until I couldn’t take it anymore and came so fucking hard, my legs gave out.
Martinez caught me before I fell to the ground, straddling my legs around his waist. He was far from done with me yet. He slammed my back against the door, causing me to see stars from the impact. He didn’t let up, he fucked me harder, growling, cursing, and saying filthy things in Spanish in my ear.
As I watched the fucking show unfolding in front of me.
“Christ…” he groaned out, thrusting inside me one last time before emptying his seed as far as it could go.
My eyes widened as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, eating me alive. Devouring my face.
“I’m not on any birth control,” I said in between kisses.
He grinned against my lips, resting his forehead over mine and rasped, “I know.” Kissing me one last time before adding, “Happy fucking New Year, Cariño.”
<>Creed<>
“Not gonna say it again, Pippin. You’re up to no good, yeah?” I asked, driving her Jeep back toward my house.
“No,” she sternly stated, looking in my direction from the passenger seat.
“Think you can lie to me? Think I wouldn’t have fuckin’ found out? Walk me through your thought process, princess… please, fuckin’ enlighten me.”
“I’m not talking to you when you’re like this,” she replied, shaking her head. Crossing her arms over her chest, causing me to give her a side-glance.
Fuck, her tits were huge.
I turned my eyes back on the road, remembering how pissed I was at her.
“There’s no point in bringing it up, either. It’s not like it was this huge discussion, he just mentioned it in passing. That’s all. You’re letting your mind run wild like you always do, Creed.”
