by Sara Fields
“Rough day?” Damon asked.
“You could say that,” I scoffed.
“Want to talk about it?” he offered. “I’m a good listener.”
“How do I know you won’t run to Silas and inform him at the first chance you get?” I said, narrowing my gaze at him in suspicion.
“You don’t,” he replied. The elevator came to a stop and he hastily told me to follow him. He didn’t say anything more until we reached the gym. He pointed out the locker room and walked through another hallway that opened up into the nicest indoor pool I’d ever seen. Not only was there a full-size Olympic pool, but a lazy river and a number of hot tubs to lounge in. The massive room was designed as if it was a grotto, with several hidden caves and ever-running showers connecting it all. It looked absolutely incredible and I vowed to enjoy everything. I entered the locker room and Damon waited on the other side. I placed the gym bag down on a bench and looked out the window onto the street. Central Park was right there.
We were on the first floor.
I swallowed heavily, noticing that there was an exit door to the outside in here. The sky was blue overhead and by the appearance of the people walking by, it was likely quite warm. I turned back to the door that led to the pool, knowing Damon was on the other side. Right now, though, I was entirely alone and unattended.
I could slip away now. I could go back home or stay with a friend. I could get away from all of this if I moved fast.
Silas was beginning to grow on me, but I wasn’t the type of girl who wanted to be owned by a man. I wasn’t his just because he’d said the words. He’d given me a leg up with the show last night and I would use that to my advantage. I could do it on my own without him.
I made a knee-jerk decision and slung the gym bag over my shoulder. I burst out the exit door, glancing back and noticing that it was a keyed entry just like the elevator had been, a hand scanner that would only allow approved people inside. The door closed behind me. I wouldn’t be able to get back inside.
I started walking in the direction of my apartment. At first, I practically ran, and I had to remind myself to slow down so that I didn’t bring too much attention to myself. I made it at least two blocks away before a blacked-out sedan pulled up beside me. I continued walking, moving closer to the store fronts on the other side of the sidewalk.
I stopped at a corner, waiting for the lights to change so that I could cross. In a matter of seconds, men in black coats surrounded me. I tried to find a hole so I could slip away. There were none.
All at once, a horrendously bad feeling poured over me, cold as rain.
Arms reached for me. I tried to scream, but something covered my nose and mouth and a sweet flowery scent overwhelmed my senses immediately. This was sinister. Dangerous.
These men might kill me.
My eyes rolled back in my head.
My last thought was that I was being taken and it wasn’t Silas.
I woke up feeling groggy. It was pitch black and a hard jostle knocked me to my senses. It felt like I was in a coffin and when I heard the sound of the engines and car horns outside, I recognized that I was actually in someone’s trunk.
My hands were tied behind my back, making it hard to move. I heard voices talking and when I pressed my ear against the back of the trunk, I realized that I could hear them more clearly.
“See, boys? All it took was a certain patience for Silas’ man to give us the signal. Now our family has Chloe Genovese right where they want her. Nick could even marry the bitch and take over the Genoveses or he could kill her and still take them over. Fuck. This is going to put us on the map in front of all the other families,” a man said.
“I still don’t understand why she’s so important,” some dude replied with a thick Long Island accent.
“God. I swear you have fucking snot for brains, you fucking goon. I’ll tell you one last god damn time. Next time you ask, I’m just going to punch you right in the face and knock your dumb ass straight out,” the first man growled.
“Listen, Matt, it’s complicated,” the other man whined.
“No, Billy. You’re just fucking stupid.”
I rolled my eyes and moaned softly at the stinging headache that followed. I closed my eyes and leaned against the carpeted wall, just focusing on listening to the men speak.
“The chick in the trunk, her name is Chloe Banks, but that’s not her real name. You see, Vittorio Genovese had a wife, Isabella. He never got her pregnant, but his underboss Tony did. All three of them are dead now though. Vittorio knocked off his wife and Tony, before he got knocked off himself. Chloe here is Isabella’s daughter and she doesn’t even know it,” the first man explained, sounding rather exasperated.
I stilled. That couldn’t be true. That wasn’t possible. No way.
“How do we know it’s her?” the dumb one asked.
“We just do. Why else would Silas Romano be interested in a singer like her? He’s not the type of guy to really show interest in a woman pretty much ever, and ever since the meeting last week, he’s had her under his wing,” he continued. “It’s awfully suspicious how much attention he’s given her. Honestly, it’s a dead fucking giveaway.”
What? That couldn’t be true.
I had parents. They lived outside Burlington. We’d lived a simple life. I’d gone to school and they’d supported me. They loved me and I loved them.
They kept talking and I couldn’t stop myself from listening.
“She’s the right age. She’s from a place that wouldn’t take more than an afternoon’s drive from where Isabella wound up dead. Even her birth certificate seems a little shady. Born at home. No hospital bills. It all seems a bit sketchy. Screams of a forgery, ya know?” the man continued.
I listened in silence and certain things began to make sense even though I didn’t want them to.
I didn’t look like either my mother or my father. They’d both had ashy blonde hair, green eyes, and features that didn’t quite match up with mine. When I’d decided to forgo college and come to New York, they didn’t much care about the fact that I wanted to be a singer, but they were especially concerned with the fact that I was planning to live in the city. They had always been evasive when I’d asked them to tell me where I’d been born, and I’d never met any other family except for the two of them.
The city where mafia families reigned supreme. The city where they were looking for me. Without even knowing it, I’d walked into the most dangerous situation I could have imagined.
I knew enough about the big five of New York to recognize just how perilous my current position was. If what they said was true, I was poised to inherit the role of mafia boss of the entire Genovese family. The other four families wouldn’t stand for that. If one of them killed me, they could lay claim to the Genovese territory, power, and family name. With my death, they would secure power.
“That’s not all though. Silas’ man Damon confirmed it. Said Silas did a DNA test and says that she is Isabella’s daughter without a shred of a doubt,” the goon continued.
Silas knew. He’d probably known from the moment he’d first laid his eyes on me, but he probably didn’t know of Damon’s betrayal.
A soft whine left my throat.
Silas had said I’d needed protection. Now I understood why.
The car hit a pothole and I smacked my head rather hard. I blinked and groaned as the car hit another. I did my best to crawl away from the side of the trunk. Although it was clean, it was pretty small and there wasn’t a lot of room, but at least my feet weren’t tied.
The glow of the back lights was bright. Although I felt a bit bleary-eyed, I kicked the taillight hard, causing it to pop and bounce onto the street below. For a long minute, I forgot to breathe as I waited to see if the occupants of the car had heard. When the car kept driving, I grew braver. Behind my back, I twisted my hands back and forth, forcing the ropes to loosen. Whoever had tied me hadn’t done a particularly good job and within a few moments I was
able to free one hand and then the other.
Now that my arms were free, I reached out of the trunk and tried to reach the handle. My fingertips just brushed against it and I twisted enough so that I could get a single finger beneath it. With tremendous effort, I flicked it and the trunk popped open. The car slowed down and I drew my arm back inside.
Carefully, I pushed the trunk up just the slightest bit and peered out. It was obvious that the sun had fallen and that we were still in the city. Although I couldn’t see in front of the car, it looked like we’d driven up to a light. When it came to a complete stop, I lifted it high enough for me to roll out onto the street. Quickly, I clicked the trunk back into place. No one on the street appeared to be paying attention, so I crept between cars and made my way into the center of a crowd on the sidewalk. I was careful to keep my head down and at the earliest opportunity, I slipped down an alleyway and let the shadows of the night swallow me whole.
I was familiar with this part of the city. There was a small bar I’d performed at several times when I’d first arrived in New York. The back door was open as it always was. I made my way into the area backstage. There was a lone phone in one of the rooms and I picked it up.
I didn’t know Silas’ number. I didn’t even know what his address was.
Instead, I just said his name and the dial tone stopped. Something clicked on the other end and it just started ringing. Someone picked up on the other end.
“Silas?”
“Kitten,” he answered, and I breathed an incredible sigh of relief. “Are you safe? I’m triangulating your location right now.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“I’m coming to get you. Don’t go anywhere,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry for running,” I muttered, feeling an insane sense of guilt wash over me because of it.
“Don’t worry, my pet. We’ll deal with your punishment when the time comes, but first, I want you back in my lap, safe and sound and entirely bare for me,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“I’ll be there to collect you in fifteen minutes, little kitten,” he replied.
“Sir?”
“Yes, kitten?” he asked.
“I’m scared,” I whispered.
“I know, my sweet girl. We’ll deal with it together,” he answered. “Now, find somewhere to kneel and wait for me. I’m already on my way.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. I hung up the phone and knelt down beside it on a blanket that was on the floor. The entire world felt so far out of my control that following his instructions gave me a certain measure of relief. Someone else was in control. I didn’t have to be.
I’d wanted to escape him, but everything had changed in the span of a few hours. Night had fallen and I’d learned that everything about my past had been a terrible lie. It was no longer safe to walk the streets. I knew that now.
The only safe place was Silas’ arms, even though that also meant that I was going to spend quite a bit of time over his knee as punishment.
My bottom clenched hard and a tendril of terrible fear simmered deep inside my core. I laid the back of my hands on my knees and closed my eyes. I focused on my breath and before long, the door opened, and Silas walked inside.
I whimpered and he shushed me gently. He squatted in front of me and lifted my chin, turning my head from side to side as he inspected me.
“Did they hurt you?” he asked softly.
“No, sir,” I whispered.
“Good,” he replied. Without asking, he gathered me in his arms and carried me out of the bar to a waiting car. He held me and I curled around him. He didn’t say a word as the vehicle pulled away. Instead, he just held me and petted my skin.
When we returned to his penthouse, he didn’t put me down either. Instead, he carried me all the way inside, into the elevator, and all the way up until we walked into the entryway. He strode into his bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around me even more firmly than before.
“The rest of my team is guarding the perimeter. We will have the night to ourselves, my pet,” he answered.
My stomach dropped nervously.
“Are you going to punish me now?” I asked, my voice full of apprehension.
“Not yet, little one,” he replied.
“What is going to happen, sir?” I pressed nervously.
“First, I want you to tell me everything that happened,” he commanded.
I did. I told him everything. I didn’t leave anything out.
“Do you remember the names of those that took you?” he asked.
“The man said something about Nick and one of the men that took me called the other Matt, sir,” I answered.
“The Luccheses took you today,” he surmised. “They are one of the five families here in the city.” He named the other three and I finished the last one for him.
“Genovese,” I whispered. “My family.”
“That’s right, little one,” he answered. “I wanted you to learn of this gently and had planned to do it myself with you safe by my side. I’m sorry you had to learn this way.”
I sat back and stared into his eyes. There was nothing but true intentions behind his words.
“You’re mine, kitten, and I protect what’s mine,” he added softly. I couldn’t help myself and I pressed my lips to his. I sat in his lap with my thighs on either side of him, pressing my bare pussy against the fabric of his dark slacks. His fingers threaded along my dress as he pushed the hem up high enough up my waist to expose me completely.
“Sir,” I whimpered.
“Kitten,” he murmured. He kissed me thoroughly, ravaging my lips with his as his hand curled around the back of my head. He captured me in that kiss, and I couldn’t get enough. When he finally released me, he pulled back and stared into my eyes. The way he looked at me made me feel so incredibly guilty that it was almost too much to bear. I wanted to his good girl, his good little kitten.
I wanted him to punish me. I wanted him to take control. I wanted to be put over his knee and spanked like the naughty little girl that I felt I was.
“I’m ready, sir,” I whispered.
“What are you ready for, kitten?” he asked softly.
“Please punish me, sir,” I murmured. He cocked his head to the side.
“This is going to hurt, my sweet kitten, but you know that, don’t you?” he answered carefully.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my core clenching hard in nervous arousal.
“Go to my nightstand, kitten, and open my drawer. Inside is a wooden paddle. I want you to bring it to me,” he instructed. My stomach dropped all the way down to my toes. I worried my lower lip with my teeth and climbed out of his lap. Anxiously, I went to the side table and when I first saw the dark cherry implement, I thought it was pretty. It was a little bigger than a hairbrush and when I picked it up, it seemed remarkably light. The wood was firm and as I made my way back to him, my insides fluttered.
He’d punished me before, but this time felt different. As scared as I was for what was about to unfold, I needed this. I needed his forgiveness.
I walked back over to him and held out the paddle with both hands. He took it and placed it on the bed beside him. Then he stood up and grasped the ties around my waist. Slowly, he untied my dress and pushed it down my shoulders, baring my naked body without a word. I shivered as he placed it on the bed.
“I need something else, don’t I, my little kitten?” he asked gently.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. My eyes flicked to the side where my ears, bad girl tail, and a small bottle of lubricant were waiting.
“You were a bad little kitten, weren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, already wanting to cry.
“Which tail are bad little kittens punished with?” he pressed.
“The bad girl tail, sir,” I answered, biting the inside of my cheek as I did so.
“Go fetch what I need to make you
a proper kitten, sweet girl,” he guided.
Entirely bare, I walked over to the side table and gathered my tail and ears. I looked back at him and reached for the lube, waiting for confirmation before I grabbed it. He nodded and I clutched at that too. I padded back over to him with everything he requested, and he took them from me before placing them on the bed beside him. I trembled before him as he took my fingers within his.
“Kneel, kitten,” he told me. I obeyed.
He reached for the ears and gently placed them on top of my head. He tucked my hair behind my ears and took a moment to admire me, making me flush a little in embarrassment.
“Come and lie over my knee, kitten,” he said.
I hesitated at first, reaching for him and wanting his guidance. He offered his palm and I took it. With a certain measured tenderness, he pulled me forward so that I was left with no choice but to place myself over his lap. I shivered as he readjusted me forward so that my bottom was perfectly placed. I felt so bare and vulnerable and I couldn’t help but tremble with nervous fear. He spread my thighs just a little and slipped his fingers between them.
“You’re afraid, kitten, but this little pussy is soaking wet. You need this. I promise you that when it’s all over, you will understand what I mean. Know that you’re safe with me. I know what you need, sweet girl, and I’m going to give it to you, even if that means you’re going to sob over my knee with a bright red and very sore little bottom,” he said.
I should have been afraid, but his words settled me. Right now, I belonged over his lap and I lifted my bottom for him. I tensed just a little when he grasped my bottom, spreading me open so that he could squeeze a bit of the lube directly on top of my naughty hole.
I whimpered as he roughly worked one finger and then a second into my tight rim.
“Since you’re being such a good girl for your punishment, kitten, I will use lube this time with your bad girl tail. Next time though, I may not be so kind, so remember that this can hurt far more than it will right now,” he said, and I shivered as he removed his thick digits. There was a part of me that knew he was being merciful by preparing me this way, but I was still anxious all the same.
