Playette

by T. L Smith

  No words are spoken, I guess none are needed.

  His shirt that was caught on his wrists comes free, and the amount of artwork covering his skin makes me gasp. He’s absolutely covered. There’s not one small patch of skin available. When he sees my eyes roaming up and down, he smiles.

  “Is that surprise or interest you have on your face?” he asks me.

  “A bit of both,” I answer truthfully.

  “The ink all holds meaning. Do you want to know what they stand for?” I nod and watch him as he points to the large one on his chest. “This is my grandfather’s symbol, my father’s, and now mine. You know who we are, I know you do. You play the whore role, but I see it in your eyes that something else is there.”

  I don’t answer, it’s best not to.

  He moves away from the large crest and smirks when he gets to a woman’s face. “This was my mother. I killed her with my bare hands. She was such a beautiful woman, wasn’t she?” My eyes go wide at his words. “Oh, yes, I can see by that crinkled forehead that you didn’t expect that.” He drops a knee between my feet and looks at me. “You let a snake wrap around you and expect to not be eaten?” he asks, leaning his head to the side.

  What have I gotten myself into? Jesus! Fuck.

  “I see shock in your eyes, Isadora. Is it the snake comment?”

  “How did you know?”

  “You whispered it when I pulled away from our kiss, I bet you didn’t even know.”

  I didn’t. I’m positive I thought it, but never uttered the words.

  His hand touches my face and he strokes my cheek. “What do you want, Isadora?” His fingers leave my face, and he slides them between us until he cups my sex. “I want a lot of things, but in this life, I am a patient man.” He leans down and kisses my lips. “Now tell me, Isadora, what is it that you want? Is it my tongue between your legs?” I nod my head as he moves my G-string to the side. “Words Isadora, I like words.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” He slides down kissing my stomach as he goes, until he reaches the top of my G-string. He slides it down, and I lift to accommodate him, as he pulls it off my body with a sly smile.

  “How many girls do you bring here?” I ask while watching his every move.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He winks then drops his head between my legs, the first swipe has me dropping my head back, and my hands gripping onto the belt holding me in place. The second stroke of his tongue has me yearning for more, much more.

  I start to squirm, I can’t help it. The way he moves and touches me with his tongue is something I’ve never experienced before. Only two guys have gone down on me, and neither of them made me feel this way. He hits all the right spots, and when he does my grip becomes a little tighter to hopefully help stop the moan that wants to leave my mouth.

  When I start thrusting my hips, he holds me in place so I can’t move, and it’s damn torture. So much fucking torture. But the best kind.

  He slips in a finger while his tongue works magic on my clit, and when he does, he pushes in hard making me want to meet him thrust for thrust. His tongue drops from my clit to where his fingers are and he licks around, then back up. It’s only moments after that my breathing becomes heavy and I feel myself building.

  My pussy starts to clench, and my hands grip to the point that when I look back at them they’re red from holding on so tightly.

  “Fuckkk,” is all that manages to leave my mouth.

  Jasper keeps pushing in, his tongue not stopping its dance on my sensitive clit as he fucks me with his mouth.

  I’m one of the lucky girls who can come through vaginal penetration, but clit stimulation is something else and fuck me, Jasper sure as shit knows what he’s doing.

  Pity, I have to kill him.

  He would be good to keep around.

  I like him.

  But secretly, I detest him and what he stands for, and more than that, he has no idea.

  I want him dead, but I also want him between my legs.

  He’s playing a war with my body and my mind. What will win?

  Jasper pulls away when my body is spent. My breathing slows, and my lip is now sore from biting it to keep myself from screaming.

  I have a filthy mouth when I come, every possible expletive leaves my mouth, and I’m proud of myself tonight that I didn’t let that happen.

  Jasper sits up still dressed in his trousers as he looks down at me. “You taste as sweet as I imagined.” He licks his fingers while smirking at me. I watch him, my breathing slowly coming back to normal and I pull on the restraints.

  “Oh yes, that… I don’t like to be touched.” Jasper gets up and when he does I see his back. It’s full of scars. Every inch of his back is red with raised scars, some are old, but there’s also some new ones.

  I gasp, and he turns back to me.

  “No touching, as I said.” He walks over, his cock hard and in my face through his trousers as he undoes the belt on the bed. When my hands are free I rub my wrists, they’re bright red from being pulled on.

  A knock comes on the door and I pull up the sheet.

  “Yes.”

  The door opens and Gabe steps in, he quickly looks my way then back to Jasper. You’re needed.” He nods then leaves.

  Jasper turns back to me, reaching for his shirt and sliding it on over his body. My eyes roam him and despite the scars and tattoos he’s fit, has abs and the most beautiful shoulders.

  “You stay and wait for me. I’ll be a few hours.”

  I sit up. “What if I don’t want to?”

  He climbs on the bed, his shirt still open as he comes close to my lips nipping at them with his teeth. “You’ll do what’s best for you, and I think you know what’s best for you.” He stares and I nod my head. “You can go see your friend if you wish, but be in my bed when I get back.”

  “Are you keeping me?” I ask, kicking the sheet off me and standing.

  He’s at the door now, but stops before he opens it to look back at me. “The things I keep don’t usually survive. You don’t want to be kept by me, Isadora.” He steps off, leaving me standing there with my mouth semi-open.

  What the fuck.

  The minute he’s gone, I reach for my bag and check that everything’s still in place. When I slide my hand into the side compartment, which is full of tampons and pads—a great deterrent for snooping people—I feel for what I’m after and smile when my hand comes into direct contact with the baggie.

  Taking my bag, I go back to the main house and spot Heather straight away sitting near, what I guess, is their dance floor.

  She notices me and sits up straighter. “Where have you been?” She pulls on my arm, so I have to bend to her height.

  “Busy.”

  “I bet you were,” she says with a devilish smile.

  “I told you to go home, Heather.”

  She looks around then back to me. “I didn’t want to, it’s nice here.”

  Arrrggghhh, for fuck’s sake. I reach for my keys to my shitty place and hand them over to her.

  “Go to mine then, I won’t be back until the morning.”

  “Are you staying with him?” she asks, standing.

  “Yes. Now go home, and don’t come back here.”

  Heather looks past my shoulder. “He went to get me a drink, though.” She nods.

  Turning, I see one of the members. The one who was fucking the two girls last night while smirking at me. I take the drink from his hand and smile. “Thanks.”

  He looks me over then behind me to Heather. “You want to join in, hot stuff? I love me more than one bird at a time.” I cringe at his words and so badly want to raise my lip in disgust at the way he speaks, but I restrain myself. Bird, who the fuck calls a woman that now anyway? What does he think he is, someone from England?

  “Oh no, she’s bleeding. So she’s going home.” I smile at him.

  Heather takes a deep breath, and when I turn my back to this guy to face Heather I mouth �
�home’ to her. She nods, and turns to walk off. Hands slide around my waist to touch me. I pull back and clink our drinks together. “Cheers.” I drink it all, as does he.

  “Let me get you another one before we head up.” I smirk up at him.

  He nods his head eagerly and adjusts his cock through his jeans. Disgusting.

  Walking away, I reach the fridge, grab two bottles of beer and slide them on the counter, I stealthily grab the baggie and pour a small amount of its contents into his drink without the disgusting ass noticing. Taking a sip of mine, I turn around to see Gabe standing there. Watching me.

  Fuck! How much did he see?

  My heart starts racing as I manage a fake a smile. He reaches for the drink I’m not drinking and takes it from my hand. My palms are now sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest.

  “You were in the boss’ room?”

  I nod while he watches me.

  He lifts the bottle to his mouth, and before he can take a sip the guy who I went to get the beer for hits Gabe on the arm. “That’s mine...” he snaps the bottle and nods his head to me, “… and that’s mine, too.”

  Gabe shakes his head. “She’s with the boss, no touching.”

  “Fuck!” he whines and turns around, taking the drink with him.

  “Why do you look so pale?” Averting my eyes, I look back to Gabe who’s spoken to me.

  “I thought I saw someone I knew,” I lie.

  “Not here you won’t. Now why don’t you go back to your room before you get yourself into a lot of trouble?”

  I nod my head and turn, walking out.

  Except, I don’t go back to the room. Instead, I head around the side to where there’s a massive infinity pool and dive in.

  Fuck.

  9

  Jasper

  “What do you plan to do with her?” Carter asks standing next to me as I look down from his room to see her swimming. She does several laps effortlessly as if she was made for an Olympic team. Her body’s fit. I know she has stamina but I guess I didn’t realize how much.

  “Fuck, does she stop?” he asks five minutes into watching her.

  She hasn’t stopped swimming laps since we’ve been watching Isadora.

  “So far, I’m enjoying her.”

  Carter shakes his head at my words. “You fuck them and get rid of them. Why is she still here?” he asks.

  I grind my teeth together. “Do you want her, Carter?”

  That would really piss me off, and he knows it. She has me all fucked-up, and I have no damn reason why. So, my best bet is to keep her where I can find her. Have her within touching distance at all times. Until I figure out what she is to me. Who she is to me.

  He raises his hands in the air. “No, boss. But one has to wonder why you’re keeping her.”

  “She amuses me. I haven’t quite figured her out yet.”

  “I didn’t know you wanted to figure her out.”

  I take a deep breath at his words and remember that I actually like him, that I shouldn’t kill him for asking me one hundred and one fucking stupid questions. And he’s also right, I’ve never cared enough to figure out a woman before. So why her?

  “Boss.”

  Turning around, Gabe’s standing in the doorway his eyes wild. “Shawn’s fucking dead.”

  “What?” I ask, confused.

  “He’s dead, boss. Just found him on the sofa. Dead.”

  “Why the fuck are my people dying?” I ask, more to myself than anyone who’s around me. This can’t be happening, not in my house of all places. Someone’s got balls of steel to kill in my territory, and they won’t like the outcome when I find them. Turning around to Gabe I order, “Get everyone out of here. No more fucking parties until we get this shit sorted.”

  Gabe nods his head and turns to leave, but stops when I say his name. “Not her, though. Leave her where she is. Put a few guys around her.”

  He nods and walks off. Gabe works fast. Within seconds of him leaving, I turn around and watch as the back door swings open and two burly security guys walk out, one standing on either side of the pool while Isadora continues to swim. She doesn’t even bother to look up to see what’s happening around her.

  “We’ve been having trouble with a real estate tycoon in Evergreen. How do you want to handle him?” Carter asks.

  “What’s his name?”

  “Gunner Reid.”

  I smile at that name, I know of him. If you’re smart, you know who he is and you keep on top of him. Not only is he dangerous, he’s also one of the smartest businessmen alive.

  “Call him over for a visit. Tell him it’s a personal invitation… from me.”

  Carter nods and walks out, shutting the door behind him while I stay where I am watching her. Isadora swims a few more laps before she finally looks up and when she does she stops moving and her body locks tight.

  “Who are you?” Security doesn’t answer. Isadora looks around then back to my men. “Can I keep swimming?” Again, they don’t answer. So, she spins onto her back, her perfect fake tits sitting flawlessly on her chest as she floats. Luckily for her they’re covered otherwise my men would be having their eyes removed, personally by me.

  Turning my back on her, I step down the stairs to my men. Carter and Gabe are talking animatedly and stop once I reach them. I had eight of my most trusted men working alongside me, now I have six. That’s two dead in a matter of days. There’s a damn issue and I need to get to the bottom of whatever the fuck’s going on.

  “Same death, boss. No sign of struggle. Simply looks like he went to sleep with his eyes wide open.”

  Fuck.

  “Send them both to the closest morgue. Pay whatever they need to do a thorough autopsy. I want them tested for toxins, fucking poison, and whatever else they need to test for. Fucking get to it, now!”

  “Boss.” I turn to Carter who’s stopped me from heading out to my house. “Don’t you think you should take her home, and stay and wait for Gunner Reid to arrive?”

  “No. Make him wait.” I continue walking outside and into the yard. Isadora’s still floating on her back in the crystal clear pool when I reach her.

  “Are the bodyguards absolutely necessary?” she asks while her eyes remain transfixed on the sky.

  “They’re a necessity.”

  “If you say so.”

  I strip my clothes and dive into the water. Swimming over to meet her, she stays on her back until my hands reach out to pull her to me.

  “I do. Now tell me…. did you behave when I was gone?” Her hair’s floating around us, and her lips are soft and pink. I want to taste her again, claim her lips, and fuck her so hard she’ll be dreaming of me for weeks.

  “I always behave unless instructed otherwise.” She winks, her arms wrap around my shoulders as she drops her head back to float, all the time being careful to not lay her hands on my back. Her body is flush against mine. She’s wearing a G-string and I can feel her bare ass against my fingers.

  “I find that hard to believe.”

  Isadora smiles, looking up at the night sky.

  I drag a finger down her neck until I reach between her breasts. “You’re hiding something. I’m not sure what, but I’m eager to figure it out. I like a good puzzle.”

  “A girl has to have some secrets.” She pulls her head out of the water and places a teasing kiss on my lips.

  “So, you’ve said.”

  “Boss.” Ace walks out.

  Isadora tenses while I hold her.

  “Gunner Reid’s on his way. ETA… ten minutes.”

  “Occupy him.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Ace doesn’t even notice Isadora, and I feel her relax when he walks away.

  “Do you like him?” I ask, waiting for her to show me any sign that she’s lying.

  “Yes.” She tells me the truth.

  “Would you rather be in there with him than here with me?”

  She shakes her head in answer. I li
ke that answer and lean forward, cupping her face with my large hand and kiss her lips. She kisses me back, and when she pulls away, I let her go. Isadora floats on the surface of the water again, clearly she’s totally relaxed.

  “How long am I expected to stay here, Jasper?” she asks, her eyes directed to the night sky.

  “You can leave if you want, but I’ll find you. So, don’t hide.”

  “And can I go back to work?” she asks.

  “If you wish.”

  Isadora smiles as she comes to a stand, then swims to the edge before she climbs out elegantly. Her perfect ass is on display, and then she looks over her shoulder as the doors open, and Gunner Reid’s standing there. His eyebrows are pulled together tightly and his lips are in a thin line. Normally, he wouldn’t be welcome in my home, especially with everything that’s happening, but Gunner is one of the smartest men I know. He lives and works a different county, Evergreen. We don’t see him. He stays on his side and I stay on mine. Although, slowly but surely I haven’t failed to notice him buying up property in the Moretti Mafia area. He just doesn’t realize yet, that I know. One thing about Gunner, he doesn’t like being made to wait, and that fact is clearly evident on his face.

  “You can leave now,” I dismiss while she pauses and looks his way.

  Gunner’s the opposite of everything I am. He has curly hair, no tattoos, and is a Greek god. Women go crazy to simply know him, even though he holds some of the biggest demons known to mankind.

  “Jasper,” he states, looking from Isadora to me. If he wanted her, he could probably have her, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t kill him for trying. I would. No one can have her until I figure out exactly where I want her.

  “You don’t want to play?” Her long hair is being twirled between her elegant fingers. “I do like to play, Jasper.” Isadora bats her eyes enticingly.

  As I step out of the pool I’m shaking my head, and when I turn to look at her she is watching me, not Gunner.

  “Go. Now, Isadora.”

  She curtsies. “As you wish.” She twirls, bare ass and all, as she steps inside my home, not the mansion. I wait until the front door shuts before I slide on my shirt, and turn back to face Gunner whose hands are in his pockets as he watches me.