Licentious

by Jen Cousineau

  “Ah, it seems your body enjoys the bite of my palm,” he says as he removes his fingers from my core, causing me to groan out in frustration.

  Suddenly, he does four quick slaps, alternating from cheek to cheek. Tears spring to my eyes, but I bite my lip harder to keep from crying out. I feel his chest rest against my back, before the sensation of his mouth and tongue soothe the rawness of my backside. His hands gently massage me before I feel his mouth laying a trail of soft kisses to my lower back.

  “Are you okay?” he nearly whispers.

  I shake my head yes as my hands release their death grip on Alé’s thigh.

  “I need to hear you say it, Jo,” he says firmly.

  “Yes,” I tell him breathlessly.

  “Good,” he says. “Now I need to you to stand up and face me.”

  I know better than to roll my eyes at his commands. This is what I wanted, wasn’t it? I quickly move to stand before him, my legs almost touching his knees.

  “Take off your clothes, Jo,” he orders.

  Without hesitation, I pull my shirt over my head. Holding my arm out to my side, I open my fingers, dropping the garment to the ground. Next, I slowly run my fingertips down my body until I hook them under the waistband of my skirt and slip the fabric over my hips and down my body until it pools around my feet. Reaching behind me, I arch my back and unclasp my bra. Bringing my hands to hold the cups to my breasts, I allow the strap to slip from my shoulders. My eyes on Alé, he cocks an eyebrow at me causing me to smirk before I remove my hands, allowing the garment to fall to the floor.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” I hear him hiss as his hand reaches out to me, his fingers clasping around my hip, pulling me closer to him until I stand between his legs. He begins to trace my scars with his tongue, taking his time on tasting each one before making his way up to my chest.

  His tongue flicks the tip of my breast before sucking it fully into his mouth, grazing his teeth over my pebbled bud. His finger slowly trails up my side, sending shivers through my body until he begins to assault my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure to linger on the crossroads between pleasure and pain.

  I can’t stop the gasp that escapes my lips. My hands moving to their own accord until they’re running mindlessly through his hair.

  He sucks my nipple hard between his teeth before releasing it from his mouth with a loud pop. “No touching,” he growls against my skin, a hint of authority edging his voice. My hands immediately drop to my sides as Alé stands, leaving just enough space between us so our bodies don’t touch.

  “Undress me,” he orders, his deep, dark eyes looking straight into min. My hands shakily fly up to begin unbuttoning his dress shirt. As soon as the last button is cleared, my fingertips lightly graze over his cut chest, up to his strong shoulders, slipping the material down his arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. I kneel down on the floor before him and make quick work with his belt buckle. Sliding the belt slowly around his hips, and then dropping it to the ground beside me. My fingers fumble as they unsnap his pants, dropping them around his ankles. Alé steps out of them and I slide them out of the way. Looking straight ahead, his arousal is pushing tight against the fabric of his briefs, and suddenly, my mouth begins to water.

  I know I’ve done this before, but I don’t remember doing it. Alé’s been so patient with me, never asking me to do anything sexually for him, never pressuring me, always being the one to please me, to take care of me. I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent the smile that threatens to form as I reach out, pulling his briefs away from his body, down his hips, and over his arousal. His cock springs free, and I involuntarily lick my lips like a woman starved, staring at a feast.

  Alé’s hands push my hair away from my face, gathering the bulk and wrapping it around his fist. Looking up at him, I see his taut muscles tense, flexed. His eyes dance with want and desire. I cock my eyebrows at him, itching to feel his smooth hardness in my hand and against my tongue.

  He nods once, and commands, “Open your mouth, kitten.”

  Complying with his command, I open as wide as I can and he slips his thick, length between my lips. My hands move to grasp the base, but Alé’s voice stops me.

  “Hands,” he hisses, “behind your back.”

  I put my hands behind my back and start to bob my head on him, using the tip of my tongue to continuously run along his length. I use my teeth to lightly tug on the balls of the appy jewelry, and Alé hisses in response. His hips begin to pump faster.

  “Eyes on me,” he growls.

  My eyes flash to his, and I see his jaw tick as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Reveling in the fact that I’m the one making him feel this way, I pick up the pace as I tighten my lips against him, hollowing my cheeks. My tongue flickers over and around the balls of the barbell that glide easily against my tongue.

  I moan against his skin as my pussy clenches, my desire beginning to drip down my legs. He releases a hiss between his teeth as he holds my head still by my hair and starts to slam in and out of my mouth, pulling back just enough when the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat causing me to gag. He pushes against me holding me in place, his head falling back when I swallow. A groan rips from his chest as he slips his cock out from between my lips.

  His grasp loosens its hold on my hair as he looks down at me, and smiles. “Do you trust me?” his voice hoarse.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  He walks away from me and opens his closet door. His body blocks the view of what he’s doing, so I take a moment to admire the way his muscles flex in his back as he moves.

  “Close your eyes,” he tells me. So I do. I feel a smooth silk fabric cover my eyes and instantly, my heart begins to speed. “We’re going to start off slow, Jo,” he whispers into my ear. “Use your safe word at any time you want me to stop. Stay with me, kitten. It’s just you and I. You’re safe,” he breathes against me as his nose grazes my neck.

  My heart slows as I remind myself that I trust Alé completely. He won’t hurt me. I trust him. I love him.

  His hand slips through mine, and he helps me stand walking me to the edge of the bed until it presses against the front of my knees. His hands run down my spine, leaving goose bumps chasing behind.

  “Kneel on the bed, bend over, and spread your legs,” he orders, his hot breath against my neck. He helps me onto the bed as I proceed to bend at the waist, resting on all fours. My back curves as I focus on the heavy sounds of his breathing.

  “I can smell how much you need me,” he says deep and low. I feel his fingertips run down and over my ass before he spreads me. My body jumps forward at the surprise of his mouth connecting with my sex. His tongue runs through my slick folds before I feel his tongue entering me, allowing me no time to adjust to the assault before he begins to flick my button wildly. His fingers enter me, stretching me. My hips beg to rock against him as moans slip from his lips.

  “P-please, Alé,” I beg. God, I just need to come. He curves his fingers just right, his mouth sucking my clit between his teeth, my body winding tight. I feel myself tense up as a wave of fire starts to roar from the base of my spine. “Ah!” I moan.

  Just as I was about to fall over the abyss, he releases my clit, and his fingers begin to slow before pulling completely out of me. I groan out at the loss of contact.

  “Alé,” I whine. “Please!”

  “Do you want to come, kitten?” he teases.

  “Yes!” I snap irritated. “I need to come, Alé.”

  I feel the head of his cock press against me before he sinks all the way in. We groan in unison and we begin to rock together. His fingers run up my back, wrapping around my shoulders as he begins to slam into me. Hard. My breaths grow choppy, unintelligible words falling from my lips, my breasts swinging recklessly each time his hips pound against me.

  “Fuck, kitten,” he hisses.

  “Oh, God!” I moan. “Alé,” I breathe. He releases one of my shoulders
and reaches around to stroke my center. His balls slap against me as his dick continues to slam home. His appy hits my G-spot perfectly with every stroke. The urgency is so intense I’m not sure how much more I can take.

  “Shit, Jo,” he sighs. “Come with me,” he groans. Pinching my clit as his teeth graze my shoulder, his hips continuing their assault.

  Without warning, a fire spreads throughout my body, my toes curl as Alé’s name is ripped from my lips.

  Holy, hell. This is what I’ve been missing all this time? Looks like I have some time to make up for...

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Aléssandro

  God, last night was amazing. The way Jo gave herself over to me, trusting me enough to allow me to push her. It was utterly beautiful.

  It was relieving to be able to be myself with her in the bedroom. Not that I haven’t been, but sometimes, in order to clear my mind, forget about certain days and events from work, I need to be able to unleash—take a woman hard until we both are too spent to think.

  I slipped out early this morning, swam my usual laps before dawn even broke, and quietly got ready for a family meeting that Dad called. I left Jo a note, letting her know I’d be back as soon as I could and then slipped back out.

  Making my way around the house to the driveway, I see Dad waiting in the black Escalade for me. I slide into the front passenger seat without a word. And then we’re off.

  “We’re going to send a message,” Dad announces firmly, breaking the silence.

  Wondering where he’s going with this, I look over at him, cock a brow, but remain silent.

  “I want every member to know that no matter their position in the family, there are no exceptions to the rules. I want them to watch what will come of them if they betray us,” he tells me firmly as he drives us to the warehouse we use when we hold someone captive for information.

  “We have to be patient,” he continues. “I don’t think he acted alone in this. He’s not smart enough for that. We need him to tell us who he was working with.”

  “Or for,” I add my two cents.

  “Smart man,” Dad smiles as me. “You’re going to make a find boss one day,” he tells me with pride shining in his eyes.

  We pull up to the warehouse and all you see through the dawn light breaking is vehicles littering the area, not a soul in sight.

  Walking through the rusty, metal door, men line the wall surrounding the wide open space. Tommy, Nikolas, and Uncle Jack stand at the center of the room. Tommy and Nikolas nod at me once in greeting as Dad and Uncle Jack exchange a few words.

  “We’ve called this meeting here today,” Dad talks loudly, his voice nearly echoing against the walls, “to remind you of the rules you swore to when you became a member of the family. If you look around, you’ll see that I’ve also called upon some Associates to join us. It seems that they, too, need a reminder,” he announces firmly. As he turns in a slow circle, his gaze briefly meets every set of eyes.

  “It’s been discovered that we have a thief among us. Whether you’re a member of Cosa Nostra or simply an Associate, I don’t take kindly to thieves. Thieves are treated just the same as liars,” he says gruffly.

  “It was explained to each and every one of you here today the consequences of lying or stealing. Today, I’m going to remind you what will happen if you break your oath.” He pauses, looking around the room.

  “Alé. Chair,” he orders. I retrieve a chair that’s next to an old metal desk, then walk back and place it in the center of the room.

  “Bring him to me,” Dad growls, eyes fierce.

  I nod once and begin to walk the outer edge of the room, slowly circling around. Men shift uncomfortably under my gaze from the anticipation of what’s about to unfold. I stop abruptly in front of Walt. Smiling wickedly at him, I clasp his throat with my hand, dragging him over to the chair, and pushing him down.

  Sweat begins to bead on his forehead, his eyes darting rapidly around the room. His breathing turns heavy and ragged, but he doesn’t utter a word.

  Nikolas and Tommy step forward and begin to bind his hands and feet to the chair. “I’m going to give you one opportunity to confess your wrongdoings,” Dad tells him, his voice deep and rough.

  Walt begins to gasp for air, his body visibly shaking.

  “I-I-I’m s-sorry,” he stutters. “I-I needed the m-money.”

  Dad steps aside and allows Uncle Jack to step forward. He points a throw away at point blank range of Walt’s right knee cap and pulls the trigger. He then proceeds to take out the left. Walt screams out in pure agony, crying like the pussy he is.

  “Did you act alone?” Dad questions.

  “P-please,” he cries. “I’ll tell you any-anything you want t-to know,” he sobs. Desperate to find a way out of the grave he’s already dug for himself.

  “Speak,” Dad commands sharply.

  “I-I owed a large amount of m-money to Marco. I-I was unable to s-settle.” He chokes on a sob. “H-he helped me f-figure out a way to get h-him his money with interest,” he explains with ragged breaths. His eyes are wide from fear. Blood is pouring from his knees, his body shaking so severely he looks as if he’s about to have convulsions.

  Marco? That slimy son of a bitch!

  “Tommy,” Dad calls. Tommy steps up and Dad nods in his direction, pulling pliers from his pocket and steps in front of Walt, malice filling his eyes.

  “Tongue,” Tommy orders. Walt shakes his head furiously, crying, mouth tightly closed. Tommy holds his hand out by his face. “Now, Walt,” he says sharply. “You don’t want me to force you. If I have to, this will only cause you more pain than necessary,” he fakes compassion. “Tongue!” he spits.

  Walt reluctantly sticks his tongue out, tears and snot running down his face. Tommy opens the pliers, pinching Walt’s tongue as far back as he can in his throat. Clamping it closed, Walt’s eyes close and he begins to sob.

  Dad nods at Nikolas, signaling it’s his turn to proceed. “We don’t associate with snitches either,” Dad informs him, malice at the forefront of his words. And with that, Nikolas proceeds to remove Walt’s tongue from his mouth. His cries echo against the walls, his agony piercing my ears.

  Dad shakes his head at the disgrace before us, before turning and facing the men standing witness to this example.

  “This is a reminder to all of you of what will happen if you snitch, lie, or steal to me or from me. I will find out. And when I do, you’ll be begging for death.”

  Dad turns and nods in my direction. I walk up to Walt with the .22 in my hand, and I rest the barrel against the center of his forehead. He cries, screams, and then mumbles words that are unrecognizable due to a missing tongue. I smile at him as I stare into his eyes and pull the trigger.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Joey

  I rest my head against Kellan’s shoulder, my hand resting in his as we sway from side to side. “It was a beautiful wedding.” I sigh smiling.

  “It was,” he smiles down at me. “I’m glad we hashed shit out.” Shaking his head, he adds, “I can’t imagine doing any of this without you.”

  I send him a sad smile as I lift my hand off his shoulder so our eyes are level with each other’s. “They’d be happy for you, you know,” I say quietly.

  A faraway look takes over the excitement from the day that was shining through only moments ago.

  “What is it?” My brows pinch together.

  “Nothing,” he shakes his head, forcing a smile to touch his lips, even though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Who would’ve thought that we would’ve ended up here, huh?” he says trying to break the tension.

  “Yeah,” I smile. “Kellan,” I whisper his name.

  “Yeah, Jo?” he whispers back.

  “I’m really glad to have you back in my life,” I tell him as a tear slips down my cheek.

  “Me, too.” He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around me.

  “Mind if I cut in?” I don’t even have to look to k
now that Alé stands behind me. I can pick out his deep, sexy voice anywhere. Chills run down my spine as I imagine that voice taking control later tonight. My panties growing damp with the thought.

  “Sure,” Kellan smiles, stepping back. Alé holds his hand to Kellan. Shaking hands, Alé tells him nonchalantly, “Hurt my sister man, I break your face.”

  Kellan laughs, “No worries there.” He winks before turning away.

  Alé scoops me into his arms, softly swaying our bodies to the rhythm of the music. “You look beautiful,” he breathes against my ear.

  Lifting my head to gaze at him, I laugh. “You’ve already told me that. Like a hundred times!”

  “I know,” he winks, “and I’ll tell you a hundred more times if I want to.” He grins.

  “Alé,” a familiar baritone voice sounds from behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.

  “Michael,” Alé greets him. “I didn’t know you were invited. I do believe this is a closed event,” he spits bitterly.

  “Are you going to introduce me to your date?” the man asks, a hint of humor in his voice.

  “I wasn’t planning on it,” Alé growls.

  I pull myself from Alé’s embrace, slowly turning around. Praying that this isn’t happening. When my eyes connect with his dark chocolate brown eyes, my breath hitches. My entire world slips from under my feet. Vinny.

  I try to take a step back, but I’m blocked by Alé. I step to the side, turn, and run from the center of the dance floor as fast as I can. Exiting the ballroom, I run down the hallway in search of an exit.

  “Joey!” I hear Alé call after me. “Joey!”

  I don’t stop. I run down the long hallway until I see a vacant, open doorway. Running through, I realize there’s no exit through here—it’s an empty conference room.

  “Joey!” Alé yells, his voice full of concern as he enters the room. Kellan, Tommy, Nikolas, Frank, and Uncle Jack are all on his flanks. Tommy is dragging Vinny by the collar of his shirt.