Caught

by Stone, Piper

  I pulled the bottle of champagne, easily popping the top. “Have you been to St. Martin before?”

  “No. Should I have added it to my list?”

  I gave a slight smile as I poured two glasses. “The island is absolutely incredible with some of the best beaches in the world. The water is turquoise in color, perfectly clear, allowing you to see the stunning coral reefs.” I moved closer, handing her a stem, allowing our fingers to touch. The electricity crackled between us. I knew she could feel it, the haphazard current rushing into our respective veins, sizzling our blood. I inhaled, drinking in her exotic perfume, finding controlling my dark desires more difficult now that we were truly alone.

  She swallowed hard, her fingers lingering against mine, a slight smile crossing her face. “Just who are you, Jagger? Who are you really?”

  “A man who enjoys the finer things in life.”

  After taking a sip of champagne, she nodded and swept her arm as she turned in a full circle. “All this and my guess is that you aren’t a happy man.”

  “Excuse me?”

  This time her smile was full of life. “Yes. I think you can have anything and obviously anyone you want, but I can tell by your eyes that you’re not content at all. Doesn’t money buy happiness?”

  I applauded her tenacity and lifted my glass in a salute. “Touché, my sweet. I’m as happy as I can be.”

  “A perfectly polished bullshit answer.” She also lifted her glass, her expression full of amusement.

  “And are you happy? You ran away from your life, forging another. Do you enjoy living in a small town, dealing with small-minded people?” I could tell I’d immediately touched a nerve. She cared for someone or something in North Carolina.

  “The people of North Carolina are real. They’re honest and caring, the kind of people who would give their shirts off their backs with no questions asked.”

  “Puppy dogs and rainbows? Or are we talking unicorns?”

  “How did you get so jaded, Jagger? Your father? The fact he murders people for a living? How is that kind of life suiting you? Are you destined to follow in his footsteps?” She swaggered closer, holding her glass as if she were the one who owned the plane.

  I was incensed briefly then knew this was nothing but a game for her, to see just how far she could push before I lost my temper. I closed the distance until we were only inches apart. “My father doesn’t rule my life. I’ve spent years making certain that he understood that. Whatever you think about Bishop Enterprises isn’t necessarily the truth. I have worked hard to make it as legitimate as possible, even though my reputation is indeed sullied given my father’s position.”

  “That’s why you treated my father with such disrespect, all that legitimacy.”

  It was my turn to swallow, to try to regroup before I went off the rails. “Fair enough. I resorted to tactics to strengthen the bottom line in order for my father not to take over, allowing my brother to have everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve.” I’d surprised her somewhat. “You’re the only person who’s ever heard that, my sweet. Take that to heart.” I was forced to turn away, trying to shove a combination of rage and despair into a shadowed place, locked away at least for the duration of this trip. I moved to the small conference style table, easing down on one of the chairs, studying her from afar.

  She seemed to be absorbing what I’d said to her, shifting the champagne from hand to hand. Taking deliberate steps, she walked to the table, sitting down on the opposite end, crossing her legs. “Then why don’t you make other choices?”

  I laughed, thinking she was kidding at first. “You’re serious.”

  “We can all make a change. When I left Chicago, promising my father that he’d never see me again, it was because I was well aware of his involvement with the mafia. I knew he’d boxed himself in and I wanted no part of his indiscretions. I made a huge change for me, because I refused to get sucked into the bloodshed.”

  I enjoyed the next sip of champagne, the way the bubbles eased down my throat. To see her utter disgust about her father’s affiliation was gut-wrenching. However, even I wasn’t aware the arrangement had been in place for very long. Perhaps she knew something that I didn’t. “Yet, here you are.”

  “Yes, here I am. Not by my choice, but you do have a choice.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. I am nothing to my father.”

  “I don’t believe you. Blood is thicker than water, even in the criminal set.” She shook her head and pursed her lips.

  “Evidently not,” I chortled. “You and I are very much alike, more so than you know. Searching for a life that we aren’t allowed to live.”

  “I’m nothing like you, Jagger. Nothing.”

  We shall see, my sweet. I kept my thought to myself, preferring to enjoy the plane ride. The sparring would end soon enough, at my command.

  She re-crossed her legs, never taking her eyes off of mine and there was something in them, a slightly demoralizing gaze as if taunting me. After taking another sip, she slid the glass across the table and stood, sashaying her way in my direction.

  There were so many illicit thoughts racing through my mind, severe punishments and the kind of dark kink that she would never understand, let alone accept.

  When she stood only inches away, she took the glass from my hand, easing it onto the table, her eyes following every action. After glaring at the gun, she set out to unfasten the holster.

  I allowed her the action, seeing no benefit in stopping her.

  After placing the unit on the table, she ran her finger across the cold steel, a glisten in her eyes.

  I had a feeling she knew all about guns as well as how to use them. Noted.

  “If you’re planning on killing me, I suggest you wait until we’re on the island. At least you’ll have recreation before the local police take you away.”

  “Very funny, Jagger. You’re not worth killing.”

  “Hmm... I will remind you of that at a later time.”

  “And I’m certain you will.” She cocked her head and turned the chair in order to face me then climbed onto my lap, her knees on either side. She eased first one arm over my shoulder then the other, keeping her head lowered. “I asked you before. What do you want?”

  I was unused to having the tables turned and I found the moment exciting, forcing my cock into a level of sheer anguish. I kept my hands at my sides, waiting to see exactly how far she’d go. “Everything.”

  She lowered her head even more until our lips were touching. Darting out her tongue, she slowly slid the tip back and forth across the seam of my mouth, a slight whimper rolling up from her throat. Using just her index finger, she brushed it along my hairline, easing a strand of hair from my forehead then zigzagging the tip down the side of my face, following the curve of my cheekbone and jaw. “Do you want me?”

  The whisper was husky, seductive, and meant to entice. I rubbed her arm, moving up and down, keeping the touch light. “Very much and I will have you.”

  Capturing my mouth, she darted her tongue inside, flicking it back and forth across mine. She wrapped her other arm around my neck as the kiss continued, her fingers traveling from my jaw to my neck, and roaming down the length of my chest, finally moving between her legs to stroke my groin.

  Yes, I was captivated by her actions, her willingness to give me everything I desired, but of course, even this game came with a hefty price. I was no fool to think otherwise.

  Lola undulated her body, rocking forward and backward, the change pushing my head back and against the edge of the chair.

  The friction as she ground her pussy against my cock sent a series of sensations rocketing into my system. And still I maintained control even as her long fingers toyed with my crotch, rubbing and stroking.

  She broke the kiss and nipped my lower lip, moaning as she placed both hands on my face. Cupping my jaw, she rocked against me, her naked pussy sliding up and down. “You are very sexy.”

  “Does that mean you w
ant my cock inside your hot, little pussy, fucking you savagely?”

  “Mmm... Yes... Big, thick cock sliding in and out,” she breathed and pressed her lips against mine once again. “The harder the better.”

  There was no way of her understanding just how hungry I was, how vulnerable her position was. Reaching down, I gripped her hips and in one move, pushed her up and onto the table, forcing her dress to her waist and spreading her legs wide open. I pinned back both of her arms as I leaned over, a slight smile crossing my face. “As I told you before. You’re not in charge. The second you believe that you are, you will be punished. Am I clear, my luscious Lola?”

  Struggling in my hold, her eyes flared with a hint of hatred, but she nodded only once.

  I yanked both arms together until I was able to grab her wrists with one hand then cupped her jaw, squeezing. “When I ask you a question, you are going to answer.”

  “Yes. Yes, sir,” she mumbled through gritted teeth.

  “Better. Keep your legs open for me. Wide open.” I squeezed again, making certain she understood just how serious I was.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Releasing her jaw, I flexed open my fingers, dragging my nails down her stomach to her pussy, and tapping on her clit. “Soon, you’ll be pierced. What a delicious thought. Don’t move.” Releasing my hold on her arms, I grabbed the glass of champagne, pouring the remaining contents in a long string down the length of her sweet cunt.

  “Oh!” Jerking up, she panted as the liquid hit her pussy, trickling between her legs. She shuddered as she licked her lips, her eyelids fluttering open and closed. Her hands clenched but she kept her arms over her head, just like a good little girl.

  The growl I issued was guttural, savage, and very thirsty. I dropped my head, licking from the bottom up, taking my time as the sweet juice flowed into my mouth. The taste of her was exquisite, the fire burning within creating a firestorm of need. I wanted nothing more than for her to come in my mouth. I repeated the move before releasing my hold on her wrists, almost daring her to disobey me, to force me to punish her relentlessly.

  And I would without question. I wanted her to act out, to defy me in any and every manner and I knew she wouldn’t disappoint me. It was just a matter of time. “Are you enjoying this?” I swirled my tongue around her clit, taking my time, watching her every move.

  “Yes... Yes, sir,” she moaned, tossing her head back and forth.

  I licked her again, taking my time, going up and down then darting inside. I thrust until my lips rested on her pussy lips then wiggled, savoring her sweet cream.

  “Oh, Jesus. Yes.”

  The second she bucked, enjoying the moment, I stopped. “You haven’t earned the right to come just yet.”

  She seemed bewildered and eased one arm over her mouth, her legs shaking.

  “But I will take what is now rightfully mine.” I yanked her off the table, turning then pushing her over at the waist.

  Gasping, she slapped her hands against the table, shoving herself up. “What are you doing?”

  Fisting her hair and yanking, I held her as I unfastened and unzipped my jeans, freeing my throbbing cock. “I already told you. Taking exactly what belongs to me.” Kicking her legs apart, I wasted no time, thrusting the entire length of my shaft inside her hot pussy. “Fuck. Yes.”

  Lola palmed the table, struggling at first, kicking back.

  There was no way she was moving, no concept of getting away. I grabbed one of her wrists, pinning her arm against her back. I pumped in long and even strokes as I leaned down, whispering in her ear. “I’m the wrong person to play with because I will always win, no matter what I have to do or the opponent I need to crush. You’re mine. Every inch of you belongs to me. Never forget I own you.”

  Hissing, she tried to push up as I shoved her down, wrapping my hand around her long strands of hair. There was nothing like the feel of her pussy muscles wrapping around my cock, her wet heat sucking me in. I’d waited for this moment for years and planned on enjoying every minute of my good fortune.

  And when the week was over, there was no way I was letting her go.

  I thrust in and out in a brutal manner, the force shoving her hard against the table. The desire was overwhelming, unlocking every dark desire that had been hidden away. She was my intoxication. My heart raced, thumping against my chest as the electricity intensified, driving a rapid current through every muscle, every cell in my body. I was like a rabid dog, feasting upon its prey and there was nothing or no one that would make me stop. There was no human alive that could drive the devil from my soul.

  I let out a long breath as the orgasm rushed up from my swollen balls, the ache blinding as the need magnified. As the climax rifted into a wild fire, I tossed my head back and roared. “Fuck!” My entire body was shaking, adrenaline pumping to the point I was jittery, my mouth bone dry. I let go of her hair, my throbbing shaft still inside, dripping cum into her sweet pussy, and pushed my hands against my forehead. Pain pulsed at my temples, a nasty reminder of all the wretched aspects of my life.

  Moaning, her breathing was labored, her body lying limp. Then she began to laugh.

  The sound was almost freeing at first, then I realized she thought she had the upper hand. Again. I pressed my palm on the small of her back, issuing several hard swats against her ass, moving back and forth. The sting in my hand was refreshing, a subtle reminder that I was in charge.

  She took every severe slap, doing nothing more than issuing a slight breathing sound. Her legs remained wide open, never moving. She was taking everything I was dishing out without as much as issuing a whimper. This was unexpected and the fuel sizzling in me burned wide open. Her skin developed a warm blush color as I continued the spanking, moving from one ass cheek to the other. I wanted nothing more than for her to wear my marks. My breath was caught in my throat, my eyes unfocused.

  “You will not break me,” she whispered, the tone full of defiance.

  What I would never admit, never share with her is that I hoped to hell that I wouldn’t.

  * * *

  I answered a series of emails during the remainder of the flight, checking my voice mails. While Giovanni had called again, as in typical fashion for the asshole, he refused to leave a message. Goading was best served up hot and fresh. I was tired of the game playing, the wolf vying to eat me alive. At some point, I’d be forced to deal with him, to end the fight for selection of the next boss. While I wasn’t interested in the actual choice, I realized in the back of my mind there was no other objective, one allowing me to enjoy my life. What a crock of shit.

  Lola refused to look in my direction even once. There was no additional conversation, no snarky statements issued. She refilled her glass twice and sat quietly in her seat. She rarely blinked, moved very little, and she certainly didn’t ask for forgiveness. She was drawing another line in the sand, one with her emotions involved.

  And Goddamn if I didn’t crave her even more. No woman had defied me this way. Not a single one. I’d been brutal, unforgiving, and taking exactly what I wanted, never satisfying her needs. And yet she’d defied me again, winning this round by maintaining her humanity. I was a damn fool and she was a fierce competitor.

  The landing was racked with turbulence, wind shears forcing the plane to circle twice before setting down. Lola hadn’t budged, hadn’t issued a sound indicating fear of any kind. As the pilot taxied the plane down the lengthy strip, finally pulling into the gate, she turned her head, her expression dark, yet virulent.

  Then she smiled.

  For some reason, a single cold shiver slithered down my spine, cutting through the muscle and bone, shattering my resolve. It was if she knew I’d be forced to cut away from her heated gaze, from her statement without words.

  And I did.

  “Wait here,” I told her as the various customs officials walked to the plane. The gentlemen knew me, and I’d made certain they were well taken care of. They performed the usual operations, checking her p
assport before waving me away. They certainly weren’t stupid men.

  After securing the holster, I followed behind her as we exited the plane, moving down the short set of stairs and onto the tarmac. The wind was brisk, the sky a perfect shade of blue, and the humidity exactly as would be expected in a tropical environment. For the few times I’d spent at the house on the point, I’d never bothered to notice the conditions. I laughed quietly to myself as I headed for the parking lot and the car ready and waiting. The profound effect this woman had on me was disturbing to say the least.

  Lola stood several feet away from the car that had been dropped off by one of my trusted emissaries, one of three people on the island who had any idea of my identity. She shook her head, as if condescending of my choice. “A Maserati GranTurismo. I would have expected no less. Or do you have a fleet of sexy convertibles at your disposal?”

  There was no surprise that she was educated in various expensive automobiles. In fact, nothing about her astounded me any longer. “She is my prized possession.”

  Another look. Another sneer. “I thought I was.” She eased onto the passenger seat, donning her seatbelt and sliding her arm out of the car.

  My cock stirred again, awakened by her casual attitude, her subtle attempt at slicing through my armor. After tossing on my sunglasses, I started the engine, revving the motor before taking off, speeding out of the airport and toward the winding road that would lead us into the mountains. There were no guard rails, no method of breaking a solid drop off the jagged cliffs. I darted several glances in her direction, scanning for fear or apprehension.

  There was neither.

  She seemed to enjoy the ride, tires squealing as I rounded the sharp curves, moving in excess of seventy miles per hour. The wind whipped past the windshield, the sound thunderous and with every mile driven, I felt more alive, relaxed in the only location I could truly be myself.

  Twenty minutes later, I made a hard right turn, moving onto a private road, the thinly paved street lined with towering palm trees, birds of paradise, flowering jasmine, hibiscus, and gardenias filling the convertible with exotic fragrances. The almost mile long single lane road opened up to a circular driveway fronting the beach house I’d discovered after taking a walk, purchasing the very next day.