Made to Beg

by Piper Stone

  The moment Lorenzo merely touched the plug I couldn’t hold back a moan.

  “Relax, doll. I’m proud of you,” he whispered in a rugged and dangerous tone as he twisted the plug a few times, tugging then pushing inside not once but twice.

  Proud. The word didn’t fit this scenario.

  “We’ll keep the smaller one in for a couple of days then move up in size.”

  Was he fucking kidding me? I’d die first.

  “That’s all I needed.”

  I jerked to a standing position, stumbling forward and yanking the pants back in place. I wasn’t certain I could look him in the eyes ever again.

  “Now, it’s time for you to tell me everything that Lucas said to you,” he stated as if the inspection had never happened. He moved toward the cabinet, humming. The fucker was actually humming some ridiculous tune.

  I noticed his reflection, the man dressed impeccably in a dark suit. “Are you going somewhere?” I shot off the question with disdain in my voice.

  “A business meeting.”

  “With whom?”

  “Don’t ask questions that you don’t want the answers to, Sierra. My business is obviously something that frightens and disgusts you. There will be two of my best soldiers outside as security. They are well trained.”

  “Of course there will be. As I said, I’m just your prisoner.”

  He didn’t bother answering, merely filling another wineglass before leaning against the kitchen island. “I’m not your enemy but the only way that I can help you is if you provide details of last night. And I won’t remind you again that you came to me. A deal was struck and we aren’t going to talk about the incident.”

  He was right. My error in judgment would haunt me for years to come. “What do you want to know?”

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  My grip on the wineglass increased but I did as I was told, giving him a hard stare. Why did he have to be so damn good-looking? Impeccable. Rugged.

  Butterflies floated in my stomach from the sight of him in his freshly laundered suit and bold red tie. The crisp white shirt indicated whatever meeting he was attending required his dominance. He was so rugged, handsome in every aspect even though he was still rough around the edges. He was a true Italian, a man who knew his worth, grabbing every man’s and woman’s attention the moment he walked into a room. So strong. So virile.

  So damn sexy.

  “Details of the night as well as what your relationship was with Lucas, the names he spewed off as being involved with the Movinos.”

  “I didn’t have a relationship with him. He called me out of the blue one night. I didn’t know who he was at the time. It took several phone calls before he’d even agree to meet with me. I also think he was insinuating that there are other acts of dishonesty going on. He was too excited, too certain that the city would blow wide open.”

  “Why did he call you?”

  “I don’t know. I’d been trying to get into more criminal investigations, but mostly my work was benign at best. I had a couple pieces that didn’t seem to go anywhere.”

  I could tell I’d piqued his interest. “Go on,” he instructed.

  For some reason, I was thrown into the past; the laughter we’d shared, the hours spent exploring the darkness. I’d let myself go with him, something I’d never done before. He’d broken through every barrier, dragging the woman hiding behind the mask into the light. I’d relished every moment, enjoying the attention and the harsh discipline.

  This time was different.

  This time was forever.

  “When I met with Lucas, he had some details of a few attorneys he knew who looked the other way, allowing low-level criminals to walk away scot free. I wasn’t interested in hearing about a few hookers and pimps being let off the hook and he knew that. I was honest with him, letting him know how I felt and that I needed more, especially since he’d lured me in with bigger fish. He threw out a few other names. I investigated but there was no evidence and my boss wasn’t having anything to do with it. I pressed Lucas harder. It took time, but he began to tell me stories of behind the scenes activities with local politicians, various law enforcement officers, and other corporate moguls he suspected were working with organized crime.”

  “Let me guess. You believed it was with my family originally.”

  “You can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t bought off your share of people of influence, allowing you free rein in this town. I can only imagine the powerful men and women on your list.” I gave him a wry smile.

  He chuckled, the sound floating around my body in a far too sensual manner. “You are very intelligent, doll.”

  “Yeah, I do my homework. Unfortunately, a week later, he almost recanted, saying there was even a larger player in town. By that point, he was terrified or honestly paranoid. The things he was saying didn’t make a lot of sense. I was ready to break off all contact when he insisted that he had tangible evidence.”

  “All right. What happened last night after you met him?”

  “I told you before that we met at a bar. He insisted that I had to go with him to an undisclosed location to gather this evidence, assuring me that it was safe. He wouldn’t tell me a thing on the way over.” I took several sips of wine in an effort to calm my nerves. “With every mile, he got more nervous, driving erratically, taking various side streets after insisting we’d been followed. I had no idea where we were going.”

  “And you didn’t have your phone with you?” he asked incredulously.

  “He wouldn’t allow me to carry a phone. You have to keep in mind that I’d met with him eight times before. I had my car key tucked into my pocket, the gun in a holster strapped to my leg. I doubt he would have allowed me to carry that, so he didn’t know I had the weapon with me. I might be a fool, but I’m not stupid and I do know how to use a gun.”

  He chuckled, as if my statement amused him. “I’ll keep that in mind. I have your key. If you’ll tell me where you left your car, I’ll have one of my soldiers pick it up, but as you can imagine, I’ll have your vehicle stored for safe keeping. No one can know you’re here.”

  “Except for that man who burst in.”

  Lorenzo’s upper lip curled, the intrusion something he’d obviously hated. “An inconvenience, but the man is important to my father.”

  “I understand. We all have our crosses to bear.” There was no sense in fighting. I was too drained and exhausted.

  “An interesting way of putting it. What happened in that alley, Sierra?”

  Another gulp of wine did little to take away the tremors. “Lucas said he was taking me to a particular location, that he’d stored vital information in a place where no one would find it. There was no one around us. He made certain and we were very cautious when we entered the alley. Before we could even get more than a few feet in, we heard a pinging noise then a man stepped out of the shadows. He grabbed Lucas by the hair, dragging him back several feet and...” I took a few shallow breaths.

  “Take your time.”

  I shifted the wine from one hand to the other, finally grabbing the bottle and refilling my glass. “Everything happened quickly. He dragged the knife across Lucas’ throat then proceeded to jam the blade into his abdomen several times and... And this asshole was watching me the entire time, grinning like some insane person. I couldn’t scream. He lunged for me, which is how I got the cut on my hand,” I said, finally able to envision exactly how it had occurred. “Finally, my will to live kicked in and I took off running. I don’t remember when I reached for the gun, but I knew he was right behind me. After dropping and kicking the damn weapon, I didn’t have time to scramble and try and find it. I could hear at least three sets of footsteps running after me.”

  “How the hell did you get away? As I said, he has men everywhere. One call and every street would have been blocked off.”

  “I don’t know. I hid for a little while then took off running again. The cab just happened to be in the righ
t place at the right time.”

  “A cab in Fuller Park,” he said half under his breath, a smile crossing his face. “Something smells.”

  “What are you thinking?” I asked, almost eagerly.

  “Not sure yet, but I’m going to check out a few things, doll. You’re going to lay low here and do what I say.”

  “Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say. Sir.”

  He reached out, gripping my face and dragging me toward him. “One day you’re going to learn that obeying me is exactly what you’ve craved all these years. On that day, you’re going to relish in calling me your master.”

  “I doubt it.” Even as I said the caustic words, I knew better. Every part of my body was quivering from the fire searing every inch. I could tell he was ready to devour me.

  Would there always be this kind of tension between us? Would I ever be able to learn to care about him? Shit. I was already thinking about this as a permanent arrangement.

  He brushed his index finger across my jaw brutally. “I know how difficult this is for you but the moment you walked into my house, you knew what you were getting in the middle of. Don’t play a fool with me, Sierra. Your obedience isn’t a question, your respect something I also require.”

  I was ready to jerk away from him, but my entire body screamed of the need to be around him, to be consumed by him. “Fine. I do appreciate your help, Lorenzo. I didn’t know who to go to. I honestly wasn’t thinking clearly. I was terrified. Is that what you wanted to hear, that you’re the only man I thought of, the only one I knew who could help me?” My sincerity seemed to surprise him.

  Softening, he eased up on his grip, giving a single nod. “You did the right thing. You did the only thing you could do. Axel will never stop hunting you but I assure you, he’ll never be able to get his hands on you ever again.” He took the glass from my hand, placing both on the counter and taking me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. This wasn’t the man from only hours before. This was the way he’d been four years before. I didn’t want to care about him in any manner and I wasn’t certain I could handle the mobster side of him.

  When he wrapped his arms around me, I shivered and not from any concept of cold or fear. The man had a way about him; larger than life, dangerous and protective all at the same time. He cupped my face and the way he was looking into my eyes reeked of passion, even remorse to some degree.

  “I...”

  He placed his thumb across my mouth, shaking his head. “Sshhh... Let what happened last night go for now. You’re safe here with me.”

  I gave him a single nod, although I think we both knew I wasn’t going to be able to forget about anything. Yet when his nostrils flared, his eyes burning into mine and his thumb sliding past my pursed lips, I was momentarily suspended in time. All the magic we’d shared before seemed to come sweeping back, crowding against the other emotions in an effort to take control.

  All the nights I’d sworn never to think about him again, all the days I’d cursed his name seemed to float away.

  The taste of him was sweet and salty, the scent exotic. I sucked on his thumb, watching as his pupils dilated, his chest rising and falling raggedly. He flexed his other fingers, pressing the tips against my face. Then he curled his lip, taking several breaths before fisting my hair and towering over me. “You belong to me. No one will ever fucking touch you again. Not in pleasure. Never in pain.”

  There was such conviction in his voice, as if my presence was his life’s blood.

  An obsession.

  I could barely breathe as he lowered his head, our lips less than a half inch apart. He was the most intoxicating man I’d ever met, a man who refused to take no for an answer from anyone. But he wasn’t asking if this was all right. He was taking what he believed belonged to him.

  An intense growl pushed past his lips before he crushed his mouth over mine, yanking my body hard against his.

  The feel of his throbbing cock pressing into my belly made me lightheaded, my heart thudding to the point I could hear nothing else. I was no longer certain if I had any fight left in me, any ability to keep my heart intact. He’d stripped me of my innocence years before. Now he was going to envelop me in his sins.

  The kiss became a manic roar of passion shared between us, his tongue dancing with mine, his savage growls and guttural sounds igniting the fire I’d squelched so many times.

  Lorenzo tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me into a deep arc as he sucked on my tongue. This was so intimate, so intense that I could no longer focus. He dragged his mouth down to my chin, raking his teeth over the skin on my neck. The feel of his hand crawling down my back, sliding into the sweatpants gave me another round of shivers.

  My bottom still ached from the earlier spanking, but as crazy as it was, I was craving another. That had to be my insanity talking, my longing for something forbidden.

  Even taboo.

  Everything was a blur as he began to slide the unwanted material down my legs, growling once again as he lifted me into his arms. I was electrified to the point of sheer madness, my legs trembling and my pussy quivering.

  He was methodic in his actions, pushing everything on the island away and easing me down until my bottom was on the very edge, pushing the plug in even further. I’d never felt so full, the rubber piece giving me far too many reminders. As he leaned over, his breath skipping, I shuddered audibly. “I’m very thirsty tonight for the taste of you. I’m going to feast on that pretty little pussy of yours before I go.” There was no hesitation, no waiting for any response I might offer. He merely ran his fingers under my legs, shoving them up and out and lowering his head.

  I closed my eyes, moaning the second his tongue darted around my clit, my blood boiling from the realization that I wanted this.

  No, I craved his mouth placed on my swollen lips, his tongue licking my cream and his fingers violating me in every manner he desired.

  He swirled his tongue around my clit several times, teasing my tender tissue, alternating between blowing hot air then repeating the move.

  My body jumped involuntarily, various streams of light prickling in my mind’s eye. I was embarrassed, titillated, and aroused in a way I couldn’t understand. The second he sucked on my clit, I issued a rattling moan. When he danced his fingers up and down the length of my pussy, I whimpered. Then as he shoved two fingers past my swollen folds, I let out a strangled yelp.

  “Play with those pretty tits of yours. Pinch your nipples for me,” he commanded in a husky voice.

  I obeyed almost instantly, not thinking about anything but the pleasure, the burning desire. I yanked the tee shirt up as far as possible, cupping and squeezing my breasts before pinching and twisting my hardened buds. The sharp pain was instant, dragging me oh-so close to an orgasm.

  He resumed eating me, his tongue lapping up in a luxurious and languishing manner while he pushed a single finger inside. I could feel my pussy muscles wrapping around the invasion, trying desperately to draw him in deeper.

  There was no rush with his manner of eating me, no frantic actions. He was enjoying what he was doing, the roughness of his tongue far too delicious. I kept my eyes closed, trying desperately to obey him, pinching and twisting, pulling my already aching nipples into hard little peaks.

  When he added a second and third finger, driving them inside, flexing them open, I jerked up from the island, gasping for air. I knew that I would have difficulty holding back an orgasm. He was practiced, perfect in what he was doing, his wide tongue teasing every nerve ending.

  How could anything feel this incredible? How could I allow this to happen? As if sensing my discord, he began to feast feverishly, adding his fourth finger as he fucked me, thrusting hard and fast. I was lost to the pleasure, no longer certain if I was following his orders.

  The second he smacked my pussy several times, adding to the discomfort level, I knew I hadn’t been. I was yanked into a beautiful vacuum as he drove his fingers in once again, the force nearly driving me up from th
e island.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh.” I could hear the raggedness in my voice and knew I was ready to beg him to allow me to come.

  He chuckled in the same dark and dangerous way I’d heard before, still lapping my cream as his fingers worked tirelessly. “Pleasure and pain, Sierra. You require both.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “And I’ll always give you what you need as long as you obey me.”

  I heard the words, knew what he wanted. My full submission. At this moment I would promise him almost anything as long as he allowed me to come.

  “Do you hear me?” he asked, his words barely audible.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes, sir.” I said the words easily, although I hated myself for doing so. This wasn’t anything that I’d expected. This wasn’t on my radar.

  This wasn’t my life.

  But I’d fucked up. I’d asked the devil for a helping hand. Now he’d shackled my soul.

  “You only come when I allow,” he stated in an even more dominating manner.

  “Yes, sir.” Right now, I’d give him anything he wanted as long as I could reach a climax. I struggled to keep my legs open as he pressed the tip of his thumb against the plug. I held my breath, my thoughts scattered as he pushed on the toy and fucked me with his fingers. His actions became savage, his growls depicting the barbarian he truly was.

  And I loved it.

  I bit back a whimper, trying desperately to keep from coming, tossing my head from side to side. Please. Please. Please. Please.

  “Hold it, Sierra. Do not disobey me.”

  I tried with everything I had in me, but after a few more seconds of such intense pleasure, there was no turning back. The orgasm swept up from my toes, driving straight into my pussy, leaving me breathless, humiliation floating through me, shame unlike anything I’d ever known. I was enjoying this. I was...

  God, oh, God. The single orgasm turned into the most incredible wave thrusting through every cell and muscle, sizzling every sense to the point that I could no long breathe or think on my own.