Masterson Made

by Lisa Lang Blakeney

  She breaks off the kiss by slapping the side of my face, shoving me back hard in the chair, and giving me a glare that’s a cross between annoyance and lust.

  Whoa, that shit was hot.

  I didn’t see that coming.

  14

  ROMAN

  “I’m a grown woman and I’ll speak to you in whatever way I want to.”

  The slap to my face sends a zing straight to the head of my dick and I ejaculate a small amount of pre-cum. While it’s obvious that parts of me are enjoying this new Elizabeth, I will not let her get into the habit of trying to top me from the bottom.

  That’s not how this shit works.

  Yet before I can even think of an appropriate reprimand, she slides her arms back down to my dick, fisting and pumping it several times. She slides her mouth down and around my shaft as her beautiful eyes stay connected to my surprised ones.

  I am now deaf, dumb, and blind.

  At this point, I can’t formulate a complete sentence and if she keeps this up I’m going to come before she even has time to get started.

  My chest rumbles with pleasure as my woman continues to work the base of my shaft with her hand and the top of my dick with her mouth. When she releases one of her hands and starts using it to pleasure herself between her legs, I know for certain that my next orgasm is going to be epic.

  A delicious feeling of need and desire coils inside of me and to stave it off I fist a large clump of Elizabeth’s curls to get her to slow her pace before I bust. She refuses to relinquish control though and continues sucking me so hard that before I can stop myself; I come with a powerful moan of release.

  “Yessss, baby!”

  She sits back on her heels, evidently proud of herself, and wipes the corner of her mouth with her finger, making sure to swallow every drop of me.

  “Now finish what you started,” she teases with a smile.

  Elizabeth is a man’s perfect wet dream. Her skin is flushed and her eyes are twinkling with the desire of a wanton seductress as she continues to rhythmically play between her legs.

  That’s when I see a glimmer of hope.

  When we eliminate all the distractions and it’s just the two of us left? I finally see that the woman I love with every breath in my body is still here. I pray that she can still see me too.

  “Who’s in charge here?” I ask with faux indignation.

  “You are.”

  “Doesn’t seem like it.”

  “I’m just asking you to be a responsible human being and finish what you started.” She continues deep massaging her clit.

  “How do you want me to finish?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off of the intoxicating way she is pleasuring herself.

  “Hm, let me think.”

  I smirk at her playfulness with me.

  “You on the desk,” she describes.

  “Uh, huh.”

  I fist myself.

  “Me on top.”

  “I like the sound of this.”

  “Riding you.”

  Her hand moves a little faster between her legs.

  “Yes, and?”

  “Until I say stop.”

  “Done.”

  I stand swiftly and swoop Elizabeth up, cradling her ass and hips as I carry her over to the desk. Once we become comfortably adjusted on the hardwood, I slam her hips down on my length and we both hiss from the instantaneous connection of me being inside of her again.

  She bends forward and wraps her arms around my neck as she works herself up and down my dick. I’m thick and stiff and it’s been a while for us, so I allow her to control the tempo as her body becomes reacquainted to my size.

  It doesn’t take long for her to pick up speed quickly since she is sopping wet and already halfway to her next orgasm. I just make sure to have a tight hold of her ass so she doesn’t fall as she bounces wildly up and down my length.

  I can feel another orgasm coiling down my spine and tightening my core. This is not the norm for me. Usually I can go for a very long time before I come, especially a second time, but I’m not surprised by how fast and hard they are coming today. It’s been weeks since I’ve been inside of my woman and my dick is ecstatic about it.

  “I love you, baby,” I say in earnest.

  Elizabeth tilts back, working my length at a different angle like a fucking pro.

  “I love, aah, you too.”

  I can’t hold off any longer and growl something totally incomprehensible as I come hard.

  “This pussy is amazing… argh!”

  “Masterson,” she says on an exhalation as she comes tumbling after me. Falling completely forward against my chest in blissful exhaustion.

  “I was going to take you out on the boat tonight for a sunset cruise but this was a much better use of our time,” I say peppering the side of her face with kisses.

  “While that sounds nice, Roman, I had two major calls tonight. In fact, I need to get ready for the next one. A better night for it would have been tomorrow.”

  “The captain was booked tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, but Friday nights are date nights.”

  “I didn’t think it mattered.”

  “I’m just saying that you should have asked me first.”

  “Are you still mad?” I ask, confused as hell.

  “Yep.”

  Damn, I didn’t fuck it out of her yet?

  “You worry too much. Rest assured that you will still have the contract with Cabot University. Your boy was practically jacking off at the idea. He loves it.”

  Her posture stiffens.

  “I guess we’ll see.”

  I pull back to look directly at her.

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “I mean, we’ll see if he still wants to do business with me once I go there next week.”

  I almost drop her juicy ass on the floor.

  “Go where?”

  “To Cabot.”

  “So you’re going to leave me and Knox and go miles away to take a preliminary meeting in person?”

  “It’s not preliminary. He’s ready to sign a contract. I just have to complete some numbers for him.”

  “You’re not going any fucking where.”

  15

  ROMAN

  I didn’t mean for that to come out as authoritarian sounding as it did, but my response is visceral to her announcement. I just fucked her well, I feel like we’re finally connecting again, and five seconds after she comes she wants to talk about leaving?

  “I’m going, Roman.”

  She wiggles herself off of my lap and looks for the box of tissues I knocked on the floor. She grabs a few and wipes between her legs. It almost feels as if she’s trying to completely wipe the last thirty minutes away.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m looking for my panties.”

  The casualness in her voice irks me. It lacks warmth and feeling. It doesn’t even seem like she’s present in this conversation or that she wants to be. It’s like she hate-fucked me and now she’s trying to make the great escape.

  “You know that’s not what I’m talking about. What the hell are you doing to us right now?”

  Elizabeth places her hands on her hips in a defiant stance.

  “What am I doing?”

  “It damn sure isn’t me.”

  “Is that so? Well, let’s see, you always complain about me working and you may have just sabotaged my chance of getting a six-figure contract. You think I’m a bad mother and you definitely think I’m a terrible girlfriend. You go out every other night and I don’t know where you are or who you’re with, yet on the other hand you seem to like to keep tabs on my every move.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Which of the things I said isn’t true?”

  “All of them!”

  “If I don’t pick up my cell phone when you call, you’re two seconds away from calling a SWAT team to come find me.”

  She knows why I worry when I can’t reach her.
I have been involved with some very dangerous people and I would never want her to be a casualty of my choices.

  “And you don’t respect the business I’m building because you think it’s some sort of housewife hobby. Something to keep Elizabeth busy when she’s not having your babies, right?”

  “That’s not fucking true.”

  “It’s totally true!”

  “All I asked you to do was get some help with Knox and marry me. How have you turned that into me wanting to sabotage you? I’m your biggest damn cheerleader.”

  “You have so much faith in me, huh? Is that why you want to buy me clients?”

  “I want to help you grow your business.”

  “So that I can stop working so hard and pay more attention to you?”

  “Isn’t that what every business owner wants?”

  “No, Roman, it’s not.”

  I stare at her like we are from two different planets. What she is saying right now makes little sense to me. The whole point of working hard and making your money now is so you can enjoy it later.

  “Joseph and Juliette spend a better part of the year traveling together because that’s what you do when you can finally slow down. They are enjoying the fruits of his labor together.”

  “They only started traveling after he handed the business over to you, not while he was building it.”

  “You want to do it on your own, whatever the hell that means, then fine. If it will make you happy I won’t mention the shit again. Ever. Okay? What in the ever loving fuck do I need to do to make you happy?” I explode with emotion. “Tell me word for word so I don’t fuck it up anymore.”

  “Let’s stop. You’re too angry for this conversation right now.”

  I briskly rub both my hands across my head and roar from pure frustration.

  “Do I make you happy, Elizabeth?” I try saying in a calmer voice to show that I’m not being irrational.

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “Are. You. Happy.”

  “Are you saying that you aren’t?”

  “I’m asking the damn questions, not you. Why can’t you ever answer me with a straight answer anymore? Why are you so damn combative?” I raise my voice.

  “So now I can’t disagree with you?”

  “Hell yeah, you can because you do it all the goddamn time.”

  “Where have you been going these past few weeks?”

  I step closer to her to make sure my ears haven’t deceived me.

  “Work.”

  “Before you said you were going back to work.”

  “Oh, you mean after all the times when we had a conversation like this?”

  “So you’re blaming me for whatever it is you’re out in the world doing?”

  “Whatever I’m doing?” I ask, insulted by whatever she’s inferring. “What the fuck is it do you think I’m doing?”

  Her eyes drop to the ground.

  “I don’t know.”

  I feel a huge knot form in the pit of my stomach when I notice Elizabeth starting to wipe away a few stray tears with the back of her hand. This is the second time I’ve made her cry. I feel disoriented. Like a ship that’s lost its way because the compass has been broken. She either is furious or truly doesn’t trust me, and that is something that I don’t know can ever be fixed.

  For the first time, I’m afraid that I truly may lose her.

  “When do you plan on going to Cabot?” I ask in defeat.

  “Soon.”

  “How far is it?”

  “A few hours by train.” She stops sniffling and finds her bra and shirt and puts them back on. “I’ll stay the night and I’ll take Knox with me.”

  I take a deep breath and make sure I ask my next question with no bass in my voice. I’m not trying to be combative, but what she’s suggesting makes little sense. It feels like she’s abandoning me.

  “Why are you taking Knox?”

  “I’m breastfeeding. It’ll be easier if he comes with me.”

  “Can’t you just pump some bottles and leave him here with me?”

  “Pumping enough milk is just too hard for me. It’s better when he just takes it from my breast.”

  “And how’s that going to work when you’re there to have a meeting? What are you going to do with Knox?”

  “I’m sure the sitter would go with me for a few days, or maybe I’ll ask Aunt Juliette if she wants to help. She’s always looking for an opportunity to spend time with him, and Knox loves her to death.”

  My reaction is emotional but after the last few weeks, not to mention the last few minutes in this room, the thought of Elizabeth leaving to take a meeting right now sets every hair on the back of my neck at attention.

  “Now’s not the right time,” I tell her.

  Elizabeth’s spine straightens.

  “I’m sorry, but what?”

  “Now’s not the right time to go. You’re not going.”

  “I wasn’t asking for permission, Roman.”

  I look around the room at the ramifications of our lovemaking. The entire contents of her desk are strewn around the room. Our clothes are askew. Her computer screen is cracked. And all of it a direct reflection of the current state of our relationship.

  In total shambles.

  16

  ROMAN

  Present Day

  The Warehouse

  “That’s for my son, mudak.” My female captor practically spits on me.

  The Russian word she just called me isn’t on my short vocabulary list, but I damn sure can tell that it ain’t a compliment. She can rest assured that the feeling is mutual.

  The woman’s two minions are standing behind her, reveling in my injury. The quiet one is smirking at me while the boot kicker is visibly laughing.

  “You’re going to regret that,” I promise all three through gritted teeth.

  “You’d really be better off if you would just tell me what I need to know before you bleed to death in here because I don’t do regrets, Mr. Masterson.”

  “You and your son are going to be full of them very soon,” I guarantee her.

  Contempt for me rolls off my captor in waves. She hates me just as much as I now hate her. While I rarely hurt women, I am ready to give myself a hard pass with this one. At the bare minimum, she’s got an ass kicking coming to her. I don’t care how old she is.

  “Perhaps you should be more worried about the future of your wife and little boy in this picture.”

  I cringe at the thought of this psychopath getting her hands on my family, but her new threat doesn’t frighten me as much as it ignites me. I may not make it out of this concrete prison in one piece but I will make damn sure that the three of them don’t make it out of here at all, because I promised Elizabeth that the violent parts of my business would never interfere in our private lives, and I will keep that promise with my last dying breath.

  “I’ll give you five minutes to consider your options or perhaps I need to send my two associates to pay your little family a visit. I bet the wife would be more agreeable to our questioning, as women often are. She’s exactly your type, isn’t she, Sergei?”

  “Da,” the quiet one responds, looking at me with diabolical eyes.

  He just raised his spot on the “gonna get fucked up” list once I free myself from these restraints.

  The only good thing about this exchange is that the woman is making mistakes. Now I know at least one of their names, Sergei. I also have a good idea on where these three are from. If they are indeed Bratva, and I think they are, they are from one of the big families in Maryland. There’s a slight twang to the woman’s accent that sounds very familiar to the DMV area.

  I desperately use the five minutes my bitch captor has given me to scan the room for anything I can use as a weapon, but there is nothing in this room, so now I must negotiate.

  “Half a million,” I say. “I’ll give you half a million dollars to walk away from this.”

  “Only a half million a
s reparations for humiliating my son?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is that all you think my son is worth?”

  “That is what I’m prepared to offer you.”

  “I just spent that much on a shopping spree in Milan.” She scoffs. “You insult me and my family, mudak.”

  “Take it or leave it.”

  “I must commend you on your tenacity, Mr. Masterson, but unfortunately your offer is not accepted. You have three minutes to tell me what I need to know or Sergei here will make another baby with your precious woman tonight.”

  “Fuck you, sooka.”

  I spit out one of the last remaining Russian words I have left in my arsenal. It means bitch and I say it with a ferociousness that I pray doesn’t get lost in translation.

  “Two more minutes or I’ll put a bullet through your temple and end your—”

  WHOOSH!

  Suddenly there is a sound of shattering glass. An object the size of a baseball flies through a tiny and filthy corner window that I missed earlier. Glass shards fall to the ground and there is a flurry of activity as the object tossed inside emits a thick layer of stifling smoke.

  The smoke lights my nostrils on fire, but I welcome it. I know this type of pain well. Those degenerates are finally here.

  The foreign object is a Cutter King special. A messy, loud, and obnoxiously obvious chemical smoke bomb. There’s absolutely nothing stealth about his bombs, but he’s been making them since high school and always looks forward to the rare instances when he can set one off.

  This is the perfect occasion for one.

  The woman coughs and her enforcers try covering her with a jacket and move her toward the exit when suddenly there are gunshots being fired on the door handle.

  “I’m in here!” I shout out in a voice strangled by pain.

  My bitch captor breaks from her protective huddle and comes running back toward me, her heels clicking across the concrete a mile a minute.

  “Remember what I promised,” she says with bloodshot eyes. “Your family will never be safe.”