by K. L Mann
Gio is unbuttoning his shirt and his face is plastered in pleasure. I’ve watched Gio fuck women, and he’s watched me do the same. We know exactly how good it feels when we see each other’s faces.
“So fucking good.” Luca assures me.
Her mouth is around his cock, working up and down sloppily. Gio and I watch her work on him, while she strokes Gio’s cock covered in her saliva. She moans as she sucks, like she’s somehow getting pleasure from her service.
“Take her.” I command.
I’m in control, I always will be.
“What–” Katherine starts to ask.
Luca’s hand clasps around her throat and he pulls her up by it. She lets out a little cough and stills her body, her hands grab his arm. She’s squeezing him, hoping for him to loosen his grip on her throat.
Gio flips open a stiletto knife and puts it to her chin. She flinches and whimpers. The silver blade slowly moves down to her chest and then her bodysuit is sliced down the center.
“Beautiful tits, aren’t they?” Katherine’s back is to me still, but I’ve seen them enough times to know how perfect they are.
Gio puts his blade away.
“Perfect.” He declares.
Katherine is trying to speak and she coughs louder than before. Luca loosens his grip and allows her to suck in a breath.
“Why did you put it away?” Katherine pouts to Gio.
“Oh no little demon, you’re going to regret that.” Luca tells her with wide eyes.
Gio smirks, takes off his unbuttoned shirt and then his knife is back in his hands. He twirls it playfully, looking over Katherine’s essence, taking her all in. Luca pulls her by her neck a few feet over to the couch and bends her over the arm of it. He’s not gentle, and his grip on her throat ends so she’s able to gasp as he does it. Gio kneels on the couch in front of her.
I shift myself to watch.
“Look at me.” Gio demands. He puts the blade to her throat as her head lifts, being forced by the sharpness. “Better keep your eyes on me, your mouth on my cock. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Gio is back in her mouth, holding the stiletto to her neck. Luca peels her jeans off of her and leaves them at her ankles. The bodysuit was her underwear so she’s left bare for him. He slips a finger across her pussy and brings it to his lips to taste.
“She’s dripping.” Luca tells me practically rolling his eyes to the back of his head. He lines himself up and doesn’t hesitate to push his cock into her. Katherine muffles out moans through Gio’s cock and I can see her struggling not to move.
“Fuck.” Luca groans.
He’s basking in her tightness, pumping deep and slow. Gio takes a handful of her hair and helps her hold her head up, so he can fuck her mouth properly. Luca groans and is pumping in her faster now. Katherine is choking on Gio and little tears are falling down her cheeks.
“She wants to come so badly and you’ve barely started. She’s clenching on you now, isn’t she?” I ask Luca.
“She’s so close, her little cunt is begging for an orgasm.” Luca slaps and squeezes her ass. He forces a few rough strokes in her. Her eyes are rolling back and I see her hands ball into little fists.
“Fuck her harder through her little orgasm, don’t let her have any relief from the pressure.” I tell Luca.
He responds by pushing his cock into her harder and deeper. Her toes curl and more gag filled moans escape her. Gio’s hand pulls her head into his cock deeper and I can see that he’s going to cum. His eyes are fixed on Luca, pumping in and out of Katherine. Watching her take his cock while keeping her head up to please him is overwhelming. Gio is thrusting into the back of her throat and her moans are coming out louder.
“You better swallow.” I taunt her. A few more violent strokes to the back of her throat push him over the edge.
“Drink me.” Gio moans as his orgasm comes over him.
The stiletto is lowered as Katherine swallows. Gio sits back and catches his breath before putting himself away and watching the show with me.
Katherine’s moans are louder now that her mouth is free. She lets her head fall a bit and steadies herself with her hands on the coach. She’s pushing back into Luca’s cock.
“It feels so good.” She smiles.
Such a fucking good girl.
“Come for him again. Fall apart on my best friend's cock.”
Her eyes lock on mine and then roll backwards.
“Oh my god, Luca!” She screams and releases. Her body shakes and squirms and it’s fucking beautiful.
“Fucking hell, little demon.” Luca groans and puts himself over the edge, coming inside of her.
Katherine’s body twitches against his and her ass grinds against him even as he’s finished with her. Luca pulls himself out after a moment and stuffs his cock back into his pants. We’re all looking at her, her sore little body catching its breath.
“I want more.” Katherine whispers.
“Jesus Christ, good luck.” Gio shakes his head laughing and makes his way to the door. Luca takes a last look at her ass still bent over the coach and then follows Gio out.
Katherine sits up and steps out of her pants.
“You want more, do you?” I close in on her slowly.
“Yes.” Her bottom lip pouts.
I’m standing inches from her now. I lean in slowly, hovering my lips above her. Instead of kissing her perfect plump lips, I grab her by the back of her knees and throw her over my shoulder. I smack a hand hard on her ass.
“Ouch!” Katherine protests.
I make my way out of the room and up the stairs. I smack her a few more times on the way and she wiggles to try and escape. I take her into her bathroom and set her down.
“Get in the shower.”
“What if I don’t?” She saunters playfully and crosses her legs. She moves a foot further from me slowly.
Luca’s cum is probably dripping out of her.
I don’t answer with words. I pull my Beretta APX pistol from my back holster and hold it centered at her chest.
I shoot with two hands but I’m only holding it with one, a subtle hint that she may be safe. I have many guns, but this one is matte black, chambered in .40 and the costume grip feels like home in my hand.
Katherine stiffens only slightly but her eyes give her away. She’s scared that I might actually shoot her, her chest is moving up and down faster. A hint of panic sweeps across her face and I’m itching to taste it. She backs away slowly toward the shower and opens the shower door slowly. She steps in still keeping her eye focused on me, only glancing at the switch to turn on the shower head. The water starts to pour over her and I lower my weapon, keeping it at my side.
“Clean them off of you.” I instruct.
“Come in with me.” Katherine pouts as she starts to rub body wash over herself seductively.
“Beg me for it.”
Her eyes widen, but I know she wants to.
“Lorenzo, please come in the shower with me.” Katherine listens. I can see the faintest eye roll.
“Kneel, and try again.” I’m toying with her and it feels so fucking right.
Katherine falls to her knees and smiles at me.
“Please come in with me, sir.” Much better.
“Close your eyes.” I demand. “If you open them before I tell you to, I will hurt you.” I warn.
I see her eyelids fall shut and my dick swells. I set my gun on the counter, undress, and flip open a butterfly knife playful. I make my way into the shower; her eyes are still shut and the water is cascading through her hair like a work of art.
“Good girl.” I pet the top of her head and she gasps. Her eyes stay closed. I pull my silver blade to the bottom of her chin and slowly tip her head up toward me.
“What do you want, Kate?”
She doesn’t answer, her breathing picks up and her fingers twitch. She’s nervous and I’m basking in it.
“You have to say it.” I pause and push the bla
de enough to poke her skin only enough to let a little blood appear. “Tell me what you want, or I will give you nothing.”
Her eyes flutter open.
“I want you to hurt me.”
Holy fuck. I’ve never heard words so fucking sweet.
My hand replaces my knife and clasps around her neck. I pull her up with a tight grip and I can see her wince. I use my grip to push her against the stone wall, out of the waterfall slightly. I push my blade into the side of her ribs and let it prick her lightly.
I pull my lips to her jaw and taunt her into her ear. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Fammi vedere il demonio.” Katherine whispers through her wet lips.
Show me the demon. Fucking hell.
She has a very small Italian vocabulary, but everything she says feels like electricity in my veins.
My jaw tightens. “You’re not ready for him.”
My hand squeezes her neck and I pull her lips to mine. She’s eager for me, pushing back against my mouth and fighting me with her tongue. Her arms snake around my neck and she pulls herself into my body. Katherine’s legs wrap around me, forcing me to lift her up.
Our lips are still fighting each other but my grasp shifts to hold her up under her ass. I can feel her rub against my cock as I move my blade hand to her back. Without warning I lift her up and on to my throbbing cock, with one thrust I’m all the way in.
She jumps and tips her head back, parting our lips. Katherine tries to move herself up and take a few inches out but I press the knife into her skin as she does. She stills.
“Lorenzo, it's too deep.” She whimpers.
“You’re to ride me in this position until we come. If you stop moving…” I press the sharp metal into her back slowly. “You know what happens.” I take back some of the pressure to give her space to move.
Katherine nods and starts to move up and down on my cock, using my shoulders to push and pull herself. Her moans echo in the shower and we’re off of the wall now, in the rainfall. Water is falling all over us and little peaks of pink fall from the few pricks in her skin.
I’m moving with her, picking up her pace. Her walls are tight and I can feel my cock throbbing in her, aching for release.
“Lorenzo!” She’s grinding into me instead of bouncing up and down, hitting her clit on my skin. “Oh, my fucking god!”
Fuck she sounds angelic screaming my name.
“Come now.” I rasp pulling her into rapid thrusts.
“Fuck!” Katherines body goes limp and her body shakes. I can feel her clenching and warmness heats the tip of my cock in her.
After a few more hard pumps I let go and my orgasm radiates through me. I just hold her for a minute until I force myself to put her down.
“You have stuff to do with Arianna tomorrow. You should get to bed.”
I turn off the shower and take a last look at her before opening the shower door and leaving. I grab my gun and my clothes and head back to my room when my phone rings.
Of course.
I wanted to stay longer. I wanted to hear her cry out my name, as I cut deeper into her. I wanted her blood dripping down her body in dark red so thick that the water of the shower couldn’t even dilute it. I want her to have a new scar from each time we touch. I have to force myself to hold back. I have to keep myself from cutting her open and rejoicing in her pain.
I can’t abuse Katherine the way I want to. She’d probably relish in it. She’d beg for more and I know it. She trusts me to hurt her in the safe way; the way that won’t mentally scar her. Still, she’s already broken. Breaking broken things is something weak men do.
It’s not fun if she can’t handle it the right way. I’m a bad man. I’m not delusional enough to consider myself a saint. I understand that I’ll burn in hell for my way of life. No God is forgiving enough to wash away the sins I’ve made. I’m a terrible man really, but I’m not Gustavo Hernandez and I never will be. I could never look Katherine in the eyes and do what he did; and what he did while he supposedly loved her. No, I’m not him but I’m sure we’ll see each other in hell. Perhaps I’ll be able to get vengeance for her there.
I don’t need to beat women into submission. They fall to their knees because they want to. I don’t want fear-based lust. I want Katherine to worship me because I give her pleasure so fucking mind-blowing, she forgets her pain ever existed. I want her to beg for me because she likes it, not because I need it. Of course, it sounds so good when she does, but it’s not about me.
I’m always in control, and for good reason. I can oversee every single precious detail of her undoing each time she orgasms. I do that. I make her shake underneath me, and wither to bits on top of me. I make her toes curl and I make her scream out my name because nothing makes her smile bigger. She’s a Goddess of a woman. A cracked, fallen angel who needs me. She should have been kept out of my life; I shouldn’t have taken her. But if i didn’t, I know she’d be dead. I’m her savior, as fucked up as it is. I’m the good guy where she is concerned.
So, I can’t put my depravity on her. I can’t make her into a collection of scars. I’ll torture her the way she needs, not the way I do. Because her pleasure feels so much fucking better than my relief. Her pleasure is my relief now, and I’m going to suck up every last bit of it.
“What is it?” I answer my phone, shutting my bedroom’s door behind me.
Chapter 12: Shock Wave
Katherine
Lorenzo leaves me standing in the shower in shock. That was by far the most dangerous sex I’ve had and somehow it still felt like he was holding back.
My body aches and I have 6 little cuts in my skin that burn when I dry myself off. I find a small first aid kit with little band aids and Neosporin. I patch up the cuts that are bleeding, but 2 have pretty much stopped completely.
My buzz has disappeared and I’m tempted to sneak downstairs and replenish it. I’m not tired. It’s only 9pm. Fuck it.
I pull off all of my jewelry excluding my ring. My eyelashes are somehow still in place so I use a makeup wipe to clean up my messy face. I pull some leave-in conditioner through my wet hair and grumble at the ugly Band-Aid on my neck.
I make my way to my closet and pull on a pair of black lace panties. I pick a black velvet pajama set with high-waisted shorts and a cropped thin strap top. It’s so soft and feels perfect. I decide that if I’m caught sneaking into the kitchen, I’ll claim that I need a water bottle.
I’m giddy as I open my door quietly and see the hallway is empty. I find my way to the stairs and my bare feet allow me to tiptoe effectively.
I don’t see anyone so I start my path to the kitchen. The tile floors are cool against my feet and I get a chill when I feel the air conditioning breeze through my hair.
Good thing I’m about to be very warm.
The kitchen is empty and I breathe a sigh of relief before heading to the cabinets to search. I pick the first cup I find, it’s only a simple glass for water. I find a bottle of Roberto Cavalli Vodka that looks interesting. The fridge holds the jackpot; orange juice. Shots it is.
I grab another glass and fill it almost completely with orange juice, my chaser glass. I do the same with the first glass and the vodka, filling it nearly to the top. This isn’t unusual for me; I drink too much and I know it. I just don’t care to stop. When my mind is foggy, I don’t have to think about Gus, or worse, Pedro.
I take turns taking gulps of vodka then gulps of the orange juice to erase the disgusting taste from my mouth. I’m doing this faster than I should, but I’m avoiding being caught. I was told to sleep. I’m not tired.
When the vodka is gone and my vision is starting to be a bit blurry, I’m content. I giggle a little as I try to leave the kitchen and my steps aren’t precise. I feel amazing. I want to dance, where the hell do I find music? My music.
I remember seeing the YouTube application next to the Netflix one and decide I need to find my way there. I don’t look to see if I’ve been spotted, I just skip to
the room blissfully. I’m giggling and it feels funny in my stomach when I burst through the door. I don’t even shut it behind me, but start searching for the remote instead.
I find it on the couch and frantically flip to YouTube. I search what I want to dance to and in a moment, Unforgettable by French Montana is playing. I turn the volume up, drowning out any remaining thoughts in my head.
I start jumping and spinning around and swinging my hips around like I’m at my own personal nightclub. I’m dizzy and starting to sweat but I feel euphoric.
“Are you trying to get us killed?” Luca’s voice is loud. I realize it’s because he’s turned down the volume.
“Hey! I was listening to that!” I protest and plant my hands on my hips. I take a wobbly step and catch my balance then giggle because I almost fell.
“She’s definitely trying to get us killed.” Gio grumbles. He’s in my space and his hands grab my face, he’s looking at each of my eyes. “Jesus, fuck how much did you drink Kate?”
I push his hands off me weakly but they leave my face anyway. “Not any more than I normally do, mom.” I roll my eyes at him, I think.
“Let’s go. Bed time.” Luca seems annoyed with me. Loser.
“I’m not tired, I want to dance.” I pout.
“Non-negotiable, let’s go.” Gio insists.
“Ughhhh.” I growl and storm out of the room. I can hear them following me.
I stumble up the stairs holding on to the railing and end up on my bedroom level. They are a few feet away from me when I decide to dash to the other doors.
“Shit.” Luca grumbles and tries to catch me. The doors are too close so I make it to them before he can stop me.
I try the handle and to my surprise it’s unlocked, I swing open the door.
“Lorenzo, Luca and Gio are trying to make me go back to bed!” I slur. “I’m not tired, I don’t want to go to sleep.” I pout, giggling afterward.
Lorenzo is across the room on a phone call. He doesn’t look happy to see me. Luca grabs my waist and tries to pull me out of the room but I grab onto the doorway in protest.
“I’m sorry. We found her dancing in the media room, she’s drunk off her ass.” Gio explains trying to pry my fingers off of the doorway. “We were doing a perimeter check and didn't see her until we checked the cameras.”