The Dictator

by Penelope Sky

  “I’m your brother. You should answer me.”

  I looked out the window and ignored him.

  “This better have nothing to do with that bitch.”

  Hearing him call her that all the time got old, but I didn’t have the right to correct him. She did betray us.

  “It doesn’t.”

  “Then you’d better take two women home with you tonight—to Tuscany.”

  The blow jobs were good enough for me, but when I caught her touching herself with my come dripping between her fingers, I lost my shit. It enraged me for so many reasons, but the biggest reason of all was because I wondered if she did it on purpose—to torture me. She wanted me to fuck her the way I used to, and I refused. I wanted all the power, but she was trying to take it away.

  I’d never seen anything sexier in my life, and even though I’d just fucked her mouth, I was desperate to fuck her again.

  I’d never wanted a woman more.

  The image of her on her bed with her legs spread was ingrained in my mind forever.

  I would picture it when I fucked other women.

  I would picture it when I was alone.

  I wanted to retaliate in a harsh way, to prove to her that she meant nothing to me. Bringing two women home was the perfect way to do that—to show her I wasn’t hers. “Fine.”

  Bates clapped me on the shoulder and smiled. “That’s my brother.”

  Finding two women was easy.

  I wasn’t picky.

  They were all over me, sitting in my lap and sucking my neck. Their dresses rode up to their hips and exposed their brightly colored thongs, but security didn’t dare enforce the dress code.

  I got hard, but not like I did with Siena.

  Truth be told, she was all I thought about.

  Bates came to my side. “I’m taking off with Roberta.”

  “Isn’t her name Carlotta?”

  He shrugged. “I’m so rich I can call her whatever I want. See you later.”

  “Bye.”

  “Happy fucking.” Bates took his woman and walked off.

  Joanna squeezed into my side, clearly buzzed. “When are we going home?”

  “Yeah?” Catherine was on my other side, pouting her lips and drumming her fingers against my chest.

  “How about now?”

  Joanna smiled. “Yes. Let’s do it on a bed of money.”

  “Yeah,” Catherine said in agreement. “We can stick the bills in our panties.”

  Lines like that would have turned me on six weeks ago. But now I thought about Siena, the one woman who genuinely seemed to dislike me because of my money. She was the only woman in the world who felt that way. “Then let’s go.”

  9

  Siena

  “Where do you live?” I sat at the kitchen counter while Giovanni washed the dishes. He’d made me a Cobb salad with a side of fresh baked bread. It was delicious, like everything else he made.

  “Here, of course.”

  “Really? So even when you aren’t working, you’re still here?”

  “Oh, I’m always working.” He rinsed the dishes and set them on the counter to be placed in the dishwasher.

  “Always?” I asked, finishing my last bite of food. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Seven days a week. Unless I’m ill.”

  “But that’s not right.” For a man so rich, I didn’t understand why Cato would do that to such a sweet man.

  “Don’t get too upset,” he said with a chuckle. “I love working here. The pay is great, the accommodations are world-class, it’s safe, and Mr. Marino is a pleasure to serve.”

  “You would say that even if he weren’t.”

  He chuckled and finished the last dish. “That’s what makes me a good butler.” He grabbed my plate from the counter. “Finished, Miss Siena?”

  “Yes, but I can take care of it, Giovanni.”

  “Absolutely not.” He turned back to the sink and rinsed it. “This is my joy.”

  I found that hard to believe, but everyone was different. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course.” He stacked the dishes in the dishwasher.

  “Why do you enjoy working for Cato so much? I know you told me why, but why are you so loyal to him?”

  “The nature of any butler is to be loyal. When a master takes on a servant, he’s actually adding a member of the family. At least, that’s how I feel.” He shut the dishwasher door and started the dishes. “Mr. Marino has always been good to me and the rest of the staff. It’s easy to serve someone you respect.”

  “And why do you respect him so much?” I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Mr. Marino is a strong leader. He understands he needs to be tough to keep his power. He makes hard decisions others wouldn’t be able to make. But he’s also fair and generous. He can be any man you want him to be—depending on how you treat him.”

  “If you work all the time, what do you do with your money?” I realized how rude the question was. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

  “Not at all.” He washed his hands then patted them dry with the towel. “Everything goes to my kids.”

  “Oh, that’s sweet.”

  “Yes. I’ve been divorced for about twenty years now. My kids are grown—both in college. One goes to school in America, and education isn’t free there.”

  “I hear it’s pricey.”

  “Yes.” He shrugged. “But it’s worth it. And I certainly don’t mind how I earn it.”

  I smiled at him. “You know, you’re my favorite person here.”

  His cheeks tinted, and he looked down at the floor. “My favorite person is Mr. Marino…but then again I have to say that.”

  I chuckled. “We both know it’s me.”

  He shrugged again, a guilty look on his face.

  The sound of laughing came from the entryway. Two high-pitched sounds that were distinctly feminine echoed off the vaulted ceilings. “Oh my god, this place is huge.”

  “Ooh,” another woman said. “We should do it on the stairs.”

  Cato’s voice emerged a second later. “Wait until you see my room.”

  “Ooh…” the first woman said.

  I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.

  Giovanni looked awkward, like he wished he hadn’t heard it at all.

  I marched into the entryway and found Cato heading up the stairs with a woman under each arm. After watching me touch myself with his come, he was supposed to come running to me, not find some skanks at a club.

  I wanted to slap him so hard. “Cato.”

  When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned around to look down at me from the third floor. He didn’t look apologetic whatsoever, as if my distress was exactly what he was looking for. It was a sick power play—because he had to be the one in charge. “Goodnight, Siena.” He guided his two dates down the hall to his bedroom.

  I stood at the foot of the stairs and watched him disappear. When he was gone, I didn’t know what to do. I knew what would happen in that bedroom for the night. With two women to juggle, I would be the last thing on his mind.

  He was trying to hurt me.

  I walked to the third floor and entered my bedroom, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to do. Asking him to stop wouldn’t be enough. He wouldn’t listen to my protests at all. And I had no right to interfere anyway.

  But I still didn’t want it to happen.

  An idea came to mind, a desperate attempt to prevent this nightmare. I stripped off all my clothes and marched down the hall buck naked. Giovanni or one of the other staff members might see, but that didn’t matter right now.

  I marched to Cato’s door and was relieved to hear talking. I opened the door and invited myself inside.

  Both women were naked and on the bed, while Cato stood in his boxers near the dresser. He’d just finished taking a sip of scotch from his glass. The blonde turned to me, her eyebrow rising and her bitchiness coming out full force
. “Is she the maid or something?”

  “If she is, she should put some clothes on,” the other said. “Because she’s dirty.”

  Cato had to force the drink down his throat even though it seemed like he wanted to spit it out. He looked me up and down, admiring my nakedness. I was nervous, so my nipples were as hard as diamonds.

  I placed both hands on my hips and marched toward him. “I want in.”

  Cato gave me a blank look, all the muscles of his body tensing.

  “Get rid of the blonde. I’ll take her place.”

  “Excuse me?” the blonde hissed. “Who the hell—”

  Cato interrupted her. “Catherine, leave.”

  I hoped he wouldn’t be able to resist my offer. This was his ultimate fantasy, and watching me bend to his will turned him on. Not only was it sexy, but it gave him more power. He got off on it more than money.

  Catherine looked appalled, but she pulled on her clothes and left without argument.

  God, I was really gonna do this.

  Be with another woman.

  The other woman gave Cato a seductive look, playing nice now that she knew she could get kicked out too.

  “Alright.” Cato pulled down his boxers and revealed his rock-hard cock. “Let’s do this.”

  My heart was beating so fast.

  “With pleasure.” The woman left the bed and walked up to him. Then she pressed her hands against his chest and kissed him.

  I had to look away because it made me sick to my stomach. I’d never been the jealous type, and Cato and I had a relationship based on lust and friendship, not love. But I was jealous anyway. Like, the heartbroken kind of jealous.

  Cato kissed her back then turned to his dresser to pull on a condom. Then he dimmed the lights.

  No way in hell was I gonna let him fuck her.

  All three of us got onto the bed, and Cato kissed the other woman again. He moved on top of her and ran his hands through her hair.

  I had to stop myself from kicking her.

  Finally, it was my turn. He moved on top of me and pressed his face close to mine. Instead of kissing me right away, he hesitated, like a kiss was too much for him.

  I opened my legs and circled them around his waist. My hands glided up his back until I reached the soft hair I used to fist all the time. I cradled his face to mine and forced the kiss to happen.

  It was exactly as I remembered.

  His lips hesitated once our mouths came together, not because he didn’t like it, he’d just forgotten how wonderful it could be. He breathed into my mouth before he kissed me again, kissing me in a different way than he kissed the other woman.

  I pointed his cock at my entrance then grabbed his hips and forced him inside me.

  I moaned into his mouth when I felt how big he was. My mouth remembered, but my pussy didn’t.

  He moaned too, even though latex separated us.

  My fingers fisted his hair again, and we moved together slowly, like every single sensation was too good to speed up. My heels dug into his ass, and I breathed into his mouth. It felt so right, even better than it had before.

  He rocked into me a little harder, his mouth still cherishing mine.

  Then he was pulled away from me. The woman lay on her back beside me then guided his mouth to hers. She tugged him harder, forcing him out of me.

  Not gonna happen, bitch.

  I yanked Cato back to me then kicked her.

  “Ouch, bitch.”

  I forced his mouth to mine and pulled the condom off his length. Then I forced him inside me, making him feel just how good it was when it was just the two of us.

  He moaned louder this time, his mouth halting because the sensation was so wonderful. He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes, his cock twitching inside me.

  I did the rocking, pushing my hips forward and backward to take his length. I was wet, and my cream already coated his shaft. As if our bodies were perfect for one another, they fit like two pieces of a puzzle, like they were made to be together. I knew he didn’t want those other women in the first place, and now I gave him a strong reminder of that truth.

  He breathed against my mouth as he brought his thrusts to a stop. His arms shook as he held himself on top of me, not from the exertion, but from the sensation.

  The dumb bitch beside him tried to get his attention again. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward her.

  He threw her arm down without even looking at her. “Leave us.” He scooped his arms behind my knees and stretched me wide apart, putting me at the angle he liked the most. He wanted to give it to me good and hard—just like old times.

  “Are you kidding me?” she hissed.

  “Then watch.” He rested his face close to mine and observed my eyes react.

  My fingers moved into his hair, and I moaned against his lips, my body so happy to be reunited with his. I didn’t want to share him with anyone, especially women who only cared about the size of his wallet and his package. At least I really knew him, really understood him.

  The woman dressed with a loud sigh and finally left.

  Now it was just the two of us.

  Exactly how it should be.

  His thrusts picked up, and he rocked into me at a regular pace, giving me long and even strokes that hit me in the right spot every time. His headboard tapped lightly against the wall, and his eyes remained focused on mine, like having me was the greatest sexual experience he’d ever had.

  “This is the only pussy you want.” I gripped his lower back and forced him deep inside me, pulling my body back into his in response.

  He moaned as he fucked me harder.

  “Say it.” I kissed him hard, my tongue circling his. “Say it.”

  He sucked my bottom lip as he fucked me harder. His cock thickened inside me further.

  I felt the climax hit me unexpectedly. Like a freight train slamming into a brick wall, the sensation nearly knocked me to the ground. My toes curled until both of my feet cramped, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the greatest orgasm I’d ever had. I clawed at his back and moaned in his face.

  He watched my performance with a focused gaze, his cock raging inside me.

  “Say it.”

  His eyes narrowed, and he slowed his thrusts down to a gentle rock.

  “Say it, then come inside me.”

  His jaw clenched like he didn’t appreciate being bossed around, but it clearly turned him on at the same time. “This is the only pussy I want to fuck.” He shoved himself completely inside me and released. His moans were louder than usual, coming out as masculine grunts.

  I closed my eyes as I cherished the way he filled me. I fantasized about this every night when I touched myself, tried to imagine the weight of his seed. Having a man like him come inside me made me feel like a woman, more than I ever had before. “That feels so good…”

  He stopped his thrusts and sat idly inside me, his big dick slowly softening. His lips found mine, and he gave me a soft kiss as he enjoyed the last of his high, the remaining aftershocks of pleasure.

  I wanted to do this every single night. I wanted to sleep beside him every night. I didn’t want to stay in that room on the other side of the house anymore. This bed was where I belonged, even though it was at least five feet too wide.

  He slowly pulled out of me, and the come seeped out from between my thighs.

  I missed that feeling so much.

  He rolled over onto his back and faced the ceiling, his powerful chest still rising and falling as he struggled to regain his breath. Sweat glistened on his beautiful skin. His eyes closed, and he seemed to drift off immediately.

  I moved into his side and rested my face on his shoulder as I wrapped my arm around his waist. My leg tucked between his, and I closed my eyes, finding the place where I belonged. Those tramps were gone, and I’d reclaimed my territory. This man was mine again. Actually, he’d always been mine.

  He suddenly moved away from me and got out of bed. “I’m
going to shower. You’d better be gone by the time I’m finished.”

  “What?” I heard his words perfectly in the silence of his bedroom, but I didn’t understand any of them.

  He rose to his feet and stared down at me, pissed off like he’d been the last time I’d seen him. Fucking me hadn’t subdued his resentment and rage. As if nothing had happened at all, he resumed his animosity. Letting his guard down and giving in to me had probably aggravated him even more. He’d thought he had the power—but I took it away. “Just because I fuck you doesn’t mean I sleep with you. Get out.”

  10

  Cato

  My plan completely backfired.

  I was supposed to hurt Siena, make her feel as shitty as she made me feel. I wanted her to know how insignificant she was, that my generous gestures didn’t mean a damn thing. But she caught me by surprise and gave me an offer I could refuse.

  I thought she’d kneeled to me, caved to my desires. She never wanted a threeway but was willing to make an exception—for me. That gave me all the power. And it gave me a rush of arousal I’d never known before. Watching a woman like Siena submit was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  But then she played me.

  She got me right where she wanted me.

  And I didn’t want to leave.

  Once my cock was inside that bare pussy and she spread wide open for me, I didn’t want to go anywhere else. She had the best kiss I’d ever tasted, much better than the ones I’d exchanged with the two girls. The idea of going back to them wasn’t remotely appealing. All night I’d been thinking about Siena, and once I was inside her, I couldn’t go back.

  I only wanted her.

  It made no sense. This woman lied to me from the beginning and betrayed me. She couldn’t be trusted, and I had to fulfill the promise I made to execute her. If I didn’t, Bates would just do it anyway.

  But I found myself slipping further and further into a black hole.

  First, I buried her father and reunited her with her brother. Then I kicked out two beautiful women so I could just be with Siena. Those were actions I would never take with anyone else—and she knew that.