He leaned back, opening his jeans and pulling out his cock. Her eyes followed his hand as he began to stroke himself, taking long, slow movements to tease her—and himself.
“What do you want, pet?” he asked, using his other hand to stroke her hair.
She swallowed. Asking to suck him off wouldn’t be the most humiliating thing he’d do to her, but she still blushed so prettily when he made her ask he couldn’t help but force the issue.
“Greg—”
He put his fingers over her mouth. “Just tell me what you want, no whining.” He couldn’t help but smile down at her. She hadn’t realized how much of a plea had actually made its way into her word.
“Maybe I don’t. Maybe you can just keep going with your hand.” She smiled coyly. Ah, his pet wanted to play.
Beautiful.
“That’s not how this works. You wouldn’t like that. Having to watch me jerk off in front of you when you’re so hungry for my cream.” He tapped her nose. “But I could do that for you if you want... I could come in your little dish and watch you lick it all up.” God, just the thought of it made his balls tighten.
“No, please...” She nuzzled her face into his lap. “I—please let me suck your cock.” Her words were faint, gentle, but the need was there.
“I think you can beg better than that.” He patted the top of her head.
Her gaze narrowed. She loved this, but her frustration was growing. It made him enjoy it all the more.
She knelt up, licking her lips and bringing her hands level with her shoulders. Bending her wrists, she made a whining sound. A low, sweet sound that sang for his cock.
“You want my cock, pet? You want it shoved down your throat? My cum coating your tongue and leaking down to your belly? Is that what my little pet wants?” He tugged on her earlobe. Just a little touch, something connecting them.
She nodded. “Yes, please!” She stuck her tongue out and began to pant. Oh, fuck, she was taking to this so easily.
“Is your pussy wet?” he asked, reaching down between her legs and swiping his fingers through her folds. Bringing his hand up to her outstretched tongue, he wiped her juices onto it. “I’d say so.” He laughed when she scrunched up her nose and pulled her tongue back into her mouth.
He stood up, bumping into her, and stepped around her. With two strides he was by the fireplace. He hadn’t started a fire; even with the air conditioning on, the humidity from outside crept into the little cabin.
“Come here.” He crooked his finger.
She couldn’t get on all fours with her wrists bound behind her, so she walked on her knees toward him. When she was close enough to reach, he fisted her hair and pulled her up until her mouth leveled with his cock.
“Open,” he said, shoving his cock at her lips.
He thrust in, intruding on her throat before she could prepare. He held her hair, dragging her down and up his cock.
“Fuck, yes.” He thrust forward into her mouth. “Eyes on me, pet.” He looked down at her. Her lips stretched around his cock, her eyes moist with unshed tears. It was too beautiful to look away from.
He pulled out of her mouth, his cock bobbing before her lips. She sucked in air, spit spilled from her lips.
“Good girl.” He held the head of his dick to her lips. “When you’re ready, take me down your throat. Fuck your face with my cock,” he instructed.
She licked her lips and grinned up at him.
“Yes, sir,” she said and swallowed him. He grunted, putting his free hand against the wall to hold himself in place. Holding her hair became a formality as she bobbed on his shaft. Her tongue rolled over his head, licked at the underside of his dick.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled. He wasn’t going to last. Her eyes never looked away from him. When she blinked a tear fell down her cheek, but the pleasure resounding in her eyes permeated him with an eagerness to fill her.
Her throat constricted around his cock as she took him even further down.
It was too much.
“Take it all, Nora. Every drop.” He gripped her hair harder, holding her down on him as his body shattered. Hard pulsating waves shook him as he came down her throat. She swallowed, coughed a little, but she took everything from him.
When the waves settled, he leaned back against the wall, pulling out of her mouth. She kept her eyes on him, licking her lips and smiling up at him. She’d done good.
No. She’d been perfect.
“Thank you,” she whispered and leaned forward to nuzzle her cheek against his thigh.
He released her hair and quickly pulled up his pants, then swooped down and picked her up.
“You need sleep,” he announced, unhooking her wrists as he carried her to the bedroom.
“I do,” she agreed and snuggled into his chest.
“After you come hard for me.” He patted her naked ass, kicked the bedroom door open, and dumped her on the bed. She squealed but spread her legs beautifully for him.
Too fucking perfect.
Chapter Sixteen
Sunlight bombarded the bedroom, waking Nora from one of the most restful sleeps she’d had in a long time. Probably since she’d taken the job at Antonio’s flower shop.
Every attempt to block the rays from dragging her from sleep failed. She threw back the covers and made her way to the washroom. The little bell attached to the leather collar Greg had put around her neck signaled her movements.
Once done relieving herself and washing up, she took a long look in the mirror. Her hair needed attention pretty bad. The humidity was really fucking with it, and all his hair pulling wasn’t helping.
Touching the collar, she smiled. It was wrong to be so happy at something meant to be so humiliating. But she still couldn’t stop the grin from tugging at her lips.
Now that Greg knew everything—well, all the important bits—she could relax. He wouldn’t let the cops pick her up for the murder. He’d protect her.
And for once, just this one time, she’d let him. It felt good not to carry that worry. Giving it to him, just for a day or two would give her a chance to see the situation with more clarity.
Her father had warned her against trusting people too quickly. Telling her on more than one occasion, trust had to be earned.
Looking at her wrists, she sighed. He’d taken the cuffs off before settling her into bed.
It was fun, this playing with him. The escape from being so independent, so strong all the damn time. She decided to lap it up while she could.
Bernie would have a plan to get her out of this mess, and Greg would see that he wasn’t someone to be afraid of. Bernie was on her side.
A chill ran through her when the air kicked on again and started to blow through the floor vent. She needed clothes today, at least a robe.
She hadn’t found walking around naked in front of Greg to be a problem. Especially after he seemed to react so animalistically to her curves, even the smaller of them.
If only they’d met at a different time. When things weren’t so convoluted, so dangerous. It would be different. She could give him more of what he wanted, more of what she found she enjoyed.
“Yes, I understand. I’ll wait to hear back from you.” Greg’s no-fuss voice came from down the hall when she opened the bathroom door. Who was he talking to?
“I have things under control here. Yes, sir.”
What the hell.
Holding the bell steady to keep it from making noise, she stepped into the hallway and eased her way toward the kitchen where his voice was coming from.
He shuffled around the kitchen, moving dishes, making it harder to understand him when he spoke again.
“...no, sir. I don’t think that’s needed yet. Of course.”
What was needed?
“Tomorrow?”
His footsteps came closer. Deciding getting caught would make it harder to find out anything useful later on, she hightailed it back to the bathroom.
Once inside, she left the door cracke
d and pressed her ear near it.
“Goodbye.”
Shit! He’d finished the call!
She let out a long slow breath, willing her heart to calm down. She couldn’t run off halfcocked. Maybe he was checking in at work. Maybe he was just talking to one of the safe cops his brother was supposed to be putting him in touch with. There were other conclusions than betrayal to jump to.
“Nora?” he called from the other side of the door.
She jumped back to the sink and began running her fingers through her hair frantically.
“Yeah?” She tried to sound casual.
The door pushed open and he flashed her a lazy grin from the doorway.
“I think you’ll need a brush to get some of the tangles out.” He stepped inside the small room and leaned over her, picking up the flat-back brush sitting on the sink. “Come in the living room, I’ll help.”
“Uh, no. That’s okay. I can do it.” She reached for the brush. “Is there coffee?” she asked quickly when he quirked an eyebrow at her.
“I can make some.” He watched her reflection in the mirror.
She smiled. “Thanks.”
His gaze narrowed, but he didn’t say anything else. “Hurry up with your hair if you want breakfast.”
“On a plate today?” she asked before thinking better of it.
“We’ll see,” he countered and left the room.
She needed to work on her distraction techniques. Something obviously wasn’t right with him, or her, or this entire fucked-up situation, and she needed to get to the bottom of it. All she needed to do was remain sweet, obedient, and he’d let her call Bernie.
After whipping the brush through her hair, and cursing at the knots a few times, she left it next to the sink and made her way to the kitchen.
“Greg, I’m a little cold. Can I have clothes now?” she asked when she was close enough to be heard.
He looked over his shoulder at her, his gaze wandering over her naked form. “There’s a robe in the playroom, behind the door on the hook.”
A robe.
At least she’d be a little warmer. And covered. Maybe being naked didn’t bother her in general, but when he was fully clothed, and she needed to probe for answers, she didn’t want any bit of vulnerability to course through her confidence.
She grabbed the black cotton robe from the hook and tied it around her waist. The door to the crate was open. The pillow and blanket he’d given here were still inside. What if he suspected that she suspected him? Would he put her back in there?
She needed to disable the door somehow. Break the lock or something. Looking around the room for anything that would work, she took in the reality of his playroom. Ropes, leashes, collars, gags, paddles, belts, straps, canes—more than what he used on her, they were just the beginning of what she found. The man had a full arsenal.
Pushing the thoughts of having any of those things in his hands about to use them on her away, she kept searching.
“Yes!” she whispered her victory when she found a hammer in one of the drawers.
Closing the door to the playroom so he couldn’t hear, she then went to work. Using the back of the hammer, she worked on the bolt until it was too disfigured to fit into the lock. It would be better if she could break it off, but he’d hear her if she started hammering away at steel.
“Nora?”
Dammit.
She tossed the hammer to the floor, kicking it toward the back corner of the room and opened the door.
“Found it.” She stepped out into the hallway, a little more out of breath than she should have been for just getting a robe. “I thought you said bedroom door, but you said playroom,” she explained and passed him.
“You okay?” he asked, following right behind her.
She headed for the coffeemaker.
“Yep.” Nora poured herself a cup of coffee, forgoing the usual heap of sugar and cream she used and went straight for the caffeine.
His gaze narrowed again, but he kept silent while she sipped the mud he called coffee. She needed to find a Starbucks once they were out of the woods.
“So, have you thought about letting me call Bernie this morning?” Maybe deferring to him would get him to help her, or at least enough so she could start making her own plan.
“Yeah. I did.” He nodded.
“And?” She waved her hand. Patience wasn’t something she held in large quantities.
“You can call him.” He pulled out his phone and placed it on the counter beside her.
“Can you give me a second?” she said, staring down at his cell. If she could get a second alone, she could look through his call list. Find out who he’d been talking with.
His gaze narrowed again as he inspected her. Did he ever just look at someone without trying to see through them? Or was it just her?
“I’d like to speak to him, too.” He covered the phone with his hand.
“Why?” she blurted.
“So he and I are on the same page about what happens next. That’s all. Is that a problem?” He leaned further into her space, taking away the air she was breathing.
“Okay, yeah, sure.” She nodded. He wouldn’t let her call if she disagreed, and she needed to let Bernie know what the hell was going on. If he’d seen the murder on the news and that she was a person of interest, he’d believe it. She needed to tell him the truth, let him know what she saw so he could tell her how to best protect herself.
And Greg.
He didn’t need to be dragged any further into everything.
Greg pressed a quick, warm kiss to her lips then scooped the phone off the counter and held it out to her. “I’m just going to be in the other room. Don’t hang up with him until I talk to him, or there will be consequences, trouble. Bad ones.”
She clenched her teeth to avoid saying something that would revoke her ability to make her call and nodded.
“Okay, make your call.” He gave her another kiss and handed her the phone. She held it with both hands, pressed to her chest until he turned the corner and disappeared down the hall. She didn’t dial until she heard a door open then close.
Letting out a long breath, she closed her eyes to let her heart slow the fuck down. It wasn’t rational to react to his touch so easily, especially after the way he’d been treating her.
Shouldn’t she hate him? Loathe him even?
Shouldn’t she be terrified of him?
There’d be time to think about those things later. Right now, she needed to get through this phone call.
“Hello.” Bernie’s cigarette-ridden voice blasted through the phone and she smiled.
“Bernie. It’s me. Elenora.” She sank into the kitchen chair and rested her head on her hand.
“Elenora? Where the fuck are you? What did you do?” He hurled his questions in a fury of anxiety.
“I didn’t do anything, Bernie. I swear it. I didn’t do anything.”
The familiar click of a lighter, then the tell-tale sound of an inhale.
“Okay. Tell me what happened. How the fuck did Antonio end up dead and you being the main fucking suspect.” He could use the harsh tone all he wanted, she could hear the concern laced in there, too.
Nora went through the details of what happened that afternoon.
“I swear, Bernie, I had nothing to do with it. It makes no sense to me that the brothers would just come in and shoot him.” Not that she had any intel on the business of one of the largest crime families in Chicago, but it didn’t seem right to her.
Another inhale of smoke. “Maybe he was shorting them, or the boss didn’t want him around for the hearings coming up.”
“Whatever their reasons, I don’t care. Just tell me what to do next.” It went against her natural inclination to make a decision and run with it, but she knew Bernie knew the crime world a hell of a lot better than her. Her father kept her in the dark about everything. Women weren’t supposed to be involved. They were protected. Kept safe.
Even if th
ey could be of use.
“Their reasons will determine what you do next,” he snapped. “Did you ever tell him who you were?”
“No. He didn’t suspect anything.” Why would he? Nora was just a girl, and girls weren’t supposed to get involved.
A long silence stretched over the phone. Nora started tapping her fingers against her forehead. Rushing Bernie would piss him off and she’d be left on her own again.
“The brothers have put this on you in order to draw you out, but I don’t see the angle. Let me make some calls, see what I can dig up and I’ll get back to you. Is this a solid number or is it a burner?” he asked, puffing on his cigarette.
“You can call me back on it. But, I want to keep it off so let’s set a time. When do you think you’ll have something?” She glanced at the hallway. She hadn’t heard a door open. Greg would wait for her to call him or go to him. He trusted she’d let him talk to Bernie.
It twisted her up that she was blowing this chance with him. He gave so few of them, and he never gave a second one, but she couldn’t risk him getting more involved.
“Give me three hours, then you call me. Where are you now?”
“I’m safe, Bernie.” It wasn’t a matter of trust with Bernie, it was simple safety. If he knew where she was and the Santinelli family got a hold of him... It was just too risky.
“Fine, kid. Three hours.” The line clicked off and she let out a big breath. Soon. She’d have answers and could formulate a plan soon.
“I can’t really say I’m surprised.” Greg’s disappointed tone carried from the hall to where she sat.
“He hung up before I got a chance to—” She stopped her lie when his stern expression came into view. She’d fucked up again.
But it was to keep him safe, so she wouldn’t regret it.
“Lying again.” He shook his head. He didn’t look just a little disappointed, he looked downright pissed. Well, hell.
“I—” she sighed. “Whatever. You don’t need to be any more involved in all this than you already are. I don’t want you getting hurt, okay?” She put the phone down and shoved up from the table. “If you want to be pissed because I wanted to protect you, then go ahead. But we both know it’s because of your fucked-up male ego that’s bruised. A little girl like me taking care of herself and not needing you to play hero every second we’re together, oh, the horror!” She probably should have stopped her tirade when she noticed the tic in his jaw, but she was on a roll.
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