by Suzanne Hart
“Mr. Jack Slade. The pleasure is all mine. Please, forgive my intrusion. I appear to have caught you at rather an… intimate moment.”
A soft, raspy voice. Light but masculine. An accent. Probably Hispanic, maybe Asian. It was hard to tell. He sounded shifty, like a rat. A muffled chuckle was held back as he delivered his own comedic observation. I hadn’t heard the voice before, and until I could get at least one arm free, I was all ears.
“You see, Jack, I am going to be getting to know you a lot better, very soon. I am rather pressed for time right now, but wanted to take a moment to say ‘hello!’ To extend the hand of friendship. As one would expect... from a future business partner.” He was pausing for effect. I stayed silent, keeping my focus on my own continence, as well as memorizing the voice.
I detected a micro movement in the hands holding me up, I tensed, ready for another chance to strike out. Turns out these guys were adding extra pressure only, lifting me a good six inches higher, and tightening their grip so hard I fought not to gasp or cry out.
Are these guys even human?
The voice was closer this time, I hadn’t heard him creep up. The other thing I noticed, or rather, didn’t notice, was that these guys had no smell. Everybody had a smell, even a faint one. My senses were trained to pick up on everything, and with these guys, not one of them had a fucking smell.
“You managed to pluck Mia Leone from my reach once, Jack Slade. I don’t know how, or even why you would do that. If you would just stick to the original plan, you’d be a very wealthy man. Why all the games all of a sudden?” I sensed the question was rhetorical, and had vowed to stay silent anyway.
My bladder was burning; sweat had started to bead on my brow. I had to shift my mind to another place, splitting my attention between what was happening and the quiet space inside me, used to control basic functions and emotions. My kill zone.
“You seem distracted, Jack. Need to pee?” I felt my jaw clenching, fighting an urge I was fighting to dismiss by zoning out. His question had a degree of mischief in it, the same humor he had started with. This guy liked to watch people squirm.
“Maybe I could give you a… hand?” I felt a sharp pressure on my pubis. He was pushing down on it with four rigid fingers.
Apart from the agony this caused me, his direct pressure on my bladder was almost forcing me to piss. I was astonished by his strength. I exhaled loudly as I tightened my jaw harder, clenching my insides to keep everything in.
I heard a muffled giggle as the pressure eased, then a stinging sensation in my neck. My ears popped, and I felt the room swimming, my body turning to jelly. I tried to turn my head, but couldn’t move. I could only feel myself growing limp, being held up higher and firmer by whoever the fuck these guys were. The voice, it was right in my ear, just before I blacked out.
“Just let her go, Jack, walk away from the whole thing. You’ll be taken care of, in a good way. I promise you. You won’t have the lion’s share, but you will have a life, a life you wouldn’t...”
Everything went black.
The burning, prickling sensation of needing to piss woke me up. As soon as I moved, I felt the barb in my neck, pumping more goodnight into my neck before I could get to it to pull it out. By sheer will alone, I pinched it free, a tiny hair trail of its venom squirting past my eyes as I yanked it.
I was ass backward in one of the stalls. I’d been thrown in there once the drug had knocked me out and they were sure I was out to it. I stumbled to get up, fidgeting for my cock as I just managed to direct everything toward the open seat. Letting go, I could hear the voice in my mind again. I had no idea who those guys were, they weren’t feds, or the mob, and they certainly weren’t spooks.
After relieving myself, I felt my neck, checking myself for any other little surprises. It seemed the guy was telling the truth, they hadn’t had much time, just wanted to hold me long enough to give me a message. Strangely enough, there was so much in what he’d said that a bigger part of me found it appealing. I could just walk away from all this. Sure, I’d be a dirty rat, betraying those who had helped me. But... had they really helped me?
What better revenge than to take down the entire fortune of the Leone family.
But it made no sense. How would anybody else know that I was the sole beneficiary if Don Leone died? Plus, he didn’t control all of the family money, not billions anyway, Mia Bella did. Run by Mia herself.
Standing there, in a bathroom stall, I felt my phone against my hip. Right on cue, it was Mia again. If I was the paranoid type, I would have been getting paranoid by now. There were just a few too many coincidences lately, for me to be comfortable with.
I felt my pulse quicken as I reached to answer.
I would never run out on you, Mia, you’re not even mine yet. We haven’t even gotten started.
Thirty
Mia
I heard the chopper; I knew it was coming to get Giles. I changed as quickly as I could, racing outside and over the dunes, sprinting down to the flat part of the beach near the rocks where it would be landing.
As I got closer, the chopper was hovering above, throwing spray and sand too. I saw Giles and a couple of others holding their hats and turning away from the rush of air as it landed, before they hopped on board. I was running toward them, waving my arms, screaming, pleading for them to wait. Through the blur of my eyes, I think Giles must have seen me, but the chopper had started to take off, then settled back down as the huge door on the side slid open.
I was out of shape, I knew that much. I was helped into the huge helicopter by Giles. The blast from the rotors sending a deafening roar, with sand and tiny droplets of water inside the cabin. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I could see Giles’ mouth moving, a lot. He was yelling into a headset while looking at me, with eyes that started out mad, then softened. I knew at once that he’d seen the same footage I had. That Mikey and Bernardi had been spotted at the service at the cathedral.
One of the men handed me a pair of cans, which I put on my head, pushing the tangled mess of my hair to one side for now. I’d deal with that later. I adjusted them so I could hear what Giles was saying.
“Ms. Leone! You are not invited to just jump on helicopters whenever the urge strikes. You could’ve been injured back there.” He looked to the other two men in the cab with venom in his eyes again. “Who the hell was supposed to be watching her anyway?” I mouthed the word sorry, trying to look sheepishly guilty. Poor little rich girl was his immediate thought.
Inside my mind, I was in full flight. I was tired of being held captive. I was Mia Leone, and I was taking charge of things from now on. For now, until I got to my office, or the cathedral --I assumed that’s where they were all headed, I would have to put up with a telling off from Giles.
“Are we going to the cathedral?” I shouted to Giles. The other two winced from the pain in their ears.
“No need to shout, darling! We can hear you just fine, and you are going anywhere but the cathedral, m’dear. We’ll make a stop at your office.” He glanced over at the other two, who were trying not to roll their eyes. Then, with a push of a button on his headset, I couldn’t hear what he was saying to the pilot, but could see him mouthing the words which included the Mia Bella building.
Small win for me, I guessed. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d managed to get to the cathedral anyway, but figured if I could just get to the office, I would at least feel like I was able to do something. I could even sneak a visit to Papa.
I fidgeted and wriggled in my seat, trying to get my cell phone from the back of my tight jeans. Giles, already losing his patience again, shot me a what now look as I held up the handset, shaking it to and fro, convincing him it wasn’t anything sinister.
“Who are you calling?” he said, looking into my eyes, trying to be serious. As if he had to ask.
“Jack Slade,” I said. “And I’m texting, not calling. Couldn’t hear a damned thing in here if I did.”
; Jack,
Be at my office in 20 minutes.
I need to see you.
Urgent.
Mia.
That ought to do it. I hope he shows up. I have to remember, and so does he, I’m the boss! Right?
Giles smiled over at me. I could see a lot of disapproval, but I also sensed he’d rather know where I was, even be near me himself, if he could help it. He still had some injuries from the island rescue, and I didn’t think either of us was going to forget that in a hurry. Like it or not, we were bound to each other now, in a weird kind of way. I wondered if Giles could leave wherever, or whoever it was he actually worked for, and come and work for me for real. I had no real friends, but Giles seemed to have the makings of one.
The keys had disappeared below us and the chopper thumped its way at a pitched angle, full speed toward the city. The Miami skyline looked so small, even compared to the wisp of a nearly invisible shape that was now the keys, below us.
Touching down on the roof, I was eager to get out, but Giles held me back for a moment, drilling me on new security protocols that he himself had set up for my security. I felt a pang of fear as he walked me through what they’d done in my absence.
“What about my apartment, the penthouse?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but terrified they knew about Papa.
Giles frowned. “That’s all yours, baby. Only you have a passkey for that anyhow. We swept the building. There’s nobody there that shouldn’t be.”
I breathed out, relieved. Fate had taken care of some of the most pressing details for us. I felt my heart race as I stepped out of the chopper; a short line of men appeared either side of the huge doors that swung open. Some more briefing, a smile and nod. I put on the Mia Bella face I had let lapse for so long and, taking the elevator, I went down the few floors to my office.
I almost cried out. I had expected the office to be empty. Jack was the first thing I saw as the doors slid open. I had a speech rehearsed, how I was going to lay down the law, about how things would have to be, between us. But seeing him there, he looked terrible, like he’d been fighting. I just felt myself melting. I grew instantly wet at the sight of him and wanted only to feel his stiffness pushing right up inside of me until I came.
He had opened his mouth to speak, he looked like he had a lot to say, but one second of my eyes on his told him what was going to happen first.
“Mr. Slade. There’s an awful lot going on right now, a lot of it very important. Life or death, even. But before anything else happens, before we get to any other business, I want you to fuck me like a dirty little whore, do I make myself clear?”
Jack’s eyes grew wide, one brow cocked. He was speechless for once. His head nodded slowly as he accepted my terms. I took a step forward, but he held his hand up, and he began to pace around me, slowly. Eying me up and down, silently.
I could feel my heart begin to throb, pulsing a warmth down to my groin. The excitement, the anticipation that started to build so quickly was incredible. I could sense Jack’s instant excitement. His bulge at the front of his pants told me of his growing need to be inside me, as much as I wanted him there too.
I wanted to let Jack have total control, just for a while. I was good at telling everybody else what to do in the office, but I needed a real man to show me how a woman was supposed to be pleased. I felt my breath quickening, I wanted to speak, but heard Jack gently shooshing me from behind. His hands on my waist made me jump at first, then I relaxed, pressing myself back into his warmth.
I could feel the length of his hard-on pressing up against my ass. I wanted to turn around, but he held me there, standing behind me. I shivered with anticipation as I felt his huge stirring hands slide across the front of my jeans, one traveling up to cup my breast, while the other went between my thighs and pushed them apart with a shove, which made me start. I would have been a little frightened if it was anyone else, but I trusted Jack completely.
His huge body pressed against mine from behind, making me arch my head back, trying to turn to kiss him. I could feel his broad chin on the back of my soft neck; he’d gently used one hand to move my hair to one side. I could hear him sniffing my hair, smelling my neck.
I moaned involuntarily. “Oh, Jack. Please, fuck me again!”
“Oh, I will Ms. Leone. I will.”
His big warm hands undid the front of my jeans, and I slid out of them, keeping my back to him. He traced his fingers down my back, then pulled my nakedness back against him as those magic hands moved to my front. His pulling my panties to one side spread my lips further apart, causing me to cry out. I felt like I was out of control, like I was going to come and I wouldn’t be able to stop it.
Both his hands were now lightly brushing my pubes before they again explored their way up to my ample breasts. I felt my back arching again, his fingers teasing my nipples, which ached, pulsing in time to the beat playing out on my clit. I moaned again, a little louder, aching to turn around, to touch him. To see him.
A hand traveled up to my neck, while the other went down to my saturated mound. Jack gently turned my head, to put my ear in his mouth as his other hand put pressure on the whole of my wet snatch. I felt myself shuddering, so near to climax already.
“Oh, Mia,” he whispered gently in my ear, breaking his own unspoken rules of silence while about to be fucking the boss.
I could only intone a sound of longing, of wanting. I was spreading my thighs apart, lifting myself higher, to get all of me on Jack’s huge hand, to push down on it. I wanted to come right there and then. I was about to burst and he knew it.
He gently turned me to face him, our mouths locking instantly. It was a warm and electric variation of having Jack inside me, having him kiss me. He was so tender, so gentle, but there was a force and strength behind his affection which made me so hot. I had to pull back from his kiss, again afraid I was about to come. I wanted this one to last. The building of the pressure, the anticipation of not knowing where he would touch me next. It was heavenly.
My own hands had traced down his rock hard body to the even harder, longer and thicker outline of his cock, which I was begging to see and touch again. I tried to keep my hands steady, but my whole body trembled as I returned the favor, unzipping him, gasping as I freed his beautiful cock from his pants. It bobbed and pulsed, heavy and long. It was growing longer and thicker still as I got down on my knees, feeling its weight push my hair aside as I steadied myself, with both hands gripping its beauty. My mouth was over the whole head before I knew what was happening, my own greediness for Jack had been coupled with his hand holding my hair again, pulling it tightly and pushing my whole face down onto his majestic pole. I would have cried out, but my hum of delight was echoed by Jack as he moaned in satisfaction at feeling my wet mouth on his head once again.
I felt him twitching inside my mouth; my own spasms were starting up as I got three of my own fingers to my wetness, just in time. I shuddered on my own digits as I heard Jack swear, gripping my whole head with both hands as I felt his cock grow thick before he let out a cry and the pulse of his own climax exploded into my mouth, its heat running down my naked front.
My own climax was in full swing, when I suddenly felt Jack pulling out of my mouth, flipping me around on all fours and pushing my legs apart with his knee. I was still quivering down there, and I wanted to cry out, to bite down on something. I almost grew afraid, until I felt the heat, the smooth hardness, then the entire length of Jack’s cock enter me from behind. It was still pulsing as I reached the end of the first of my own series of explosive orgasms. I’d never felt this way about anything before. It was all about Jack and I in those perfect, wondrous moments.
Thirty-One
Jack
I’d held it as long as I could, but the thrill of clenching Mia’s hair back and having her blow me like that in her office, the boss’s office... it was all too much. I’d never known such a hard-on. I came so much the first time, right into her mouth. It was like a wall had been
broken and everything had come flooding out. To my surprise and her delight, we both discovered I was only just getting started with her.
I’d flipped her ‘round, with her firm, round ass cheeks jutting high into the air, her legs trembling, making the inner cream of her thighs quiver. I had pushed her legs further apart, revealing the swollen, moist mound of her sex for me to consider from behind. Her ass was also quivering and twitching as she continued to experience waves of her own intense orgasm.
Seeing her like that gave me a thrill that started in my belly and traveled, like an electric pulse, down to the rigid shaft of my dick, which beat in time now with each of my own heartbeats. I was so hard, it almost hurt; there was one thing I knew, one place which would make everything better in an instant. I held Mia firmly from behind, gripping her hips, molding her butt cheeks back and opening her up for me to enter her again. Her moans and whimpers had gone from surprise, and almost fear, to red hot begging. I let the huge purple head of my cock trace the lines of her sodden pussy lips, hoping to extend the moment, but she wasn’t having that.
Mia thrust herself fully back, engorging the entire length of my rigidity. She let out such a cry, I thought she must have hurt herself, but her moaning and swearing, coupled with the convulsing of her own waves as she became to shudder against my thickness let me know she was more than okay.
I was sweating, like a fever had come over me. My eyes were wide and my heart was about to burst through my chest. I hadn’t felt that wound up since I was in close combat. We were moving together the whole time. I would push a little deeper, and Mia would turn herself this way or that, just to get the maximum amount of me inside her. She was enjoying the action from behind so much, but I wanted to see her face, to hold her hair again.