Commanding Thirst: Mafia Romance (Rough Redemption Book 2)

by Olivia Fox

  “More?” I asked her a moment later. We’d both finished our second shots too hastily.

  “Please,” she shoved her cup towards me, her stare dully focused.

  “Daphne, today proved the best thing to do on this trip is stay together. We’re stronger as a team. Okay, I admit it, you saved my ass.”

  She blew on her knuckles and rubbed them on her lapel. “All in a day’s work, Drago. Stick with me, I’ll get you out of every jam.” She tossed back the entire cup of sake.

  “Careful, they serve it in small portions but heated alcohol packs a punch.” I sipped my water. “Listen, we’ll need to take off for Mexico as soon as Octavio gets the information we’re waiting on for your sister.”

  The server set the colorful platter of sashimi in front of her, and she stirred wasabi into her soy sauce, swirling a piece of raw fish in the mixture, and putting the whole thing on her tongue. I shivered and spooned my udon noodles into my mouth. They were the closest dish to pasta they served here.

  “You don’t understand the advantage I bring to our team,” she said, tossing one more cup back and smacking her lips. “I don’t just research.” She placed her right forearm on the table in front of her and leaned forward to peer into my eyes. “I hunt.”

  “Is that so?” I felt the side of my mouth slide upward. She was dead serious and if she thought I was laughing at her, I’d be in trouble.

  “Damn straight. Trust me, Tony. It’s a good thing I have your back. You’re the brawn and I’m the brains of this operation.”

  “Was that a compliment or an insult?”

  She lowered her voice and faced me. “Oh trust me, it’s a compliment.” She raised her eyebrows. “I’m a big fan of your brawn.”

  I had more important things to think about than Daphne’s bikini. But try telling that to my dick. She exited the bedroom wearing a black suit which barely covered her ass crack, accentuated her puffy pussy lips, and shoved her two proud, pert breasts up at me as if offering a bite.

  It was impolite to refuse food.

  I grabbed her hand and lead her out onto the patio in the warm San Diego evening air. The sun splashed on the outdoor pavers next to the hot tub.

  I rolled out a towel for her beside the bubbling waters. “Lay down here. There’s something I want to do.”

  “But what about the Jacuzzi?”

  “On your back first,” I instructed. Putting my hands behind her neck, I undid the tie and slid the cups over her breasts. “I like your top.”

  “Then why are you taking it off?”

  “So I can do this.” I dropped my mouth to her breast, capturing the small, pebbled nipple between my teeth and squeezed, tonguing the very tip. The sight of her thrashing under my lips rewarded me as I sucked at the hardened, sensitive nub, and took her other bud in my fingers, twisting.

  “You like that?”

  “I love that,” she said. “Let me show you how much.” She rose on her knees and patted the towel she just vacated. I laid on my back, and she tugged at the waist of my swim trunks and pulled it down to reveal my thick hard-on. Her ponytail spilled across my stomach when she lowered her mouth to the tip of my cock.

  “You know what this is for, right, baby?” I grabbed the base of her ponytail in my hand.

  “Mm,” she moaned when my head slid past her lips, her tongue a slick burn along my shaft. She pulled back, sitting on her heels, my dick bobbing in the air, straining towards her. She looked into my eyes and said, “Why don’t you show me?”

  “Come here, baby.”

  I used her ponytail to drag her face to my groin. “Who controls you?” I gave the upper half of her buttock a good smack and she jerked forward, the tip of my cock smearing itself across her cheek. She wasn’t answering fast enough.

  “Who the fuck commands you?”

  “You do, Sir.”

  “Come here.” I pulled her towards my erection, and she lapped at the throbbing head. “This is what your ponytail is for, and you’re to wear it like this whenever you suck me.”

  I twisted her silky strands around my fingers for leverage. “Right now, you’re going to please me with your pretty mouth and take my cock all the way down your throat before you drink my cum. Ever swallowed a man’s cum, my little wren? Because you’ll drain every drop tonight.”

  I plugged her throat with my member, holding the back of her head and fucking into her face. “You look so good with my dick clogging your mouth, baby. You’ll look even hotter with my seed spilling out the corners.” She choked lightly around my shaft, and rather than pull out, I fucked further into her mouth. “That’s your job, isn’t it? To suck my cock dry? Such a good girl.” I took a moment to peer down at her, brushing strands of hair away from her eyes, relishing how her teary eyes looked up into mine, and how my bulging erection shoved past her lips, pushing them out of the way, her mouth clinging to me, sucking at the sensitive skin.

  I pulled back with my dick in my hand, smearing her spit across her cheeks, lips, and forehead with its tip. “Look at me, Daphne.” She did, and I started stroking my shaft over her eager expression. “Has any man come on your face before, baby?”

  She shook her head.

  “No, what?”

  “No one has shot his cum on my face, Sir. Ever.”

  She opened her mouth and held her tongue out towards me, and I jerked my fist hard and fast, jacking myself toward a desperate climax, which came in a hot cream that splashed on her cheeks, before I shoved my erection down her throat again, letting her swallow the last of my spurting come.

  I nearly collapsed and pinned her to the ground with my dick, but she continued sucking and slurped at me as if she wanted more.

  “Daphne, you’re going to be the death of me.” I pulled her up to lie on my chest.

  “What? You didn’t enjoy it?”

  I couldn’t stop staring at her gorgeous face. “I’m supposed to be the boss, but with a mouth like yours, you’ve turned me into your slave.”

  To prove a point, she sucked my thumb into her wet, hot mouth.

  “I’m your baby?” she asked, an amused smile playing across her lips.

  “You’re my baby.”

  “I take care of you and you take care of me. Like we’ve always done,” she added.

  “Just like that.” I’d always looked after Daphne. The only difference being — these days I also wanted to dominate the fuck out of her.

  Lucky for me, she enjoyed both.

  15

  Daphne

  I touched my temple and closed my eyes when we pulled South past the Mexican border, and the next thing I knew, I started awake as Tony went into a curve on the coastal highway. Two huge agave plants framed the perfect photoshoot of the sapphire-colored Pacific in the backdrop. “It’s beautiful!” I said, stretching. “Ugh, it feels like I just ran a marathon.”

  He turned to stare at me for a minute. “Your sister’s shenanigans will do that to you.”

  He was right. Even though I disliked thinking bad things about my sister, Maggie always made sure the spotlight was on her. Somehow, someway. As if attention was the most important thing to her in the world.

  She had it now.

  Attention from dangerous men who heard from an insider she had photographic and video evidence she found inside Maximilio’s residence, and she was using it to bribe them for cash.

  Tony was so angry after receiving the call from Octavio to tell him the news. He raised his voice at me. “Do you know what this means in the realm of gangster justice? It means they’ve every right to cut her head off and feed it to the buzzards! We’d have to be crazy to go after her knowing this!”

  My throat grew parched and raw, and I’m not ashamed to say, I begged him.

  As a result, Tony drove further into Mexico to find my sister. I couldn’t help but resent the way she’d put us both in danger with her foolish behavior.

  Once we arrived at our resort in Ensenada, we stashed our bags in the room and settled in on the
palm tree-decorated patio, enjoying the flames of the outdoor firepit which crackled and sputtered while the waves lapped at the shore.

  Tony had more to say.

  “This latest stunt is only one example of her doing whatever it takes to get what she wants, when she wants it. She’s not like you, Daphne. The only person she thinks of is herself. Now you’re mixed up in her mess.”

  “She’s my sister. I can’t abandon her.”

  The server brought our mai tais over on a tray and set them down in front of us. The drink was perfectly fruity and cool on my lips.

  Tony continued, “You don’t know if they have kidnapped her. Maggie’s dating Maximilio. What if they’re having a romantic vacation?”

  “If that were the case, why wouldn’t she tell me and save me the worry?”

  He shrugged and said, “Because he’s a gangster? Maybe she has the sense to be embarrassed for once. Even more likely—she didn’t give a thought to how worried you’d be. As per usual, Maggie controls the hand at any cost.”

  I turned to face him and arched a single brow, crossing my arms and pursing my lips.

  “What?” Tony asked.

  “Should I be ashamed of you?”

  “Ashamed? Why? I’m not a gangster. My brother and I oversee a legitimate casino operation.”

  “Whatever you have to tell yourself, Antonio.”

  “Daphne, come on. These guys are different. They’re still scrabbling for territory and will do whatever it takes. It makes them desperate and dangerous.”

  Fear splashed between my shoulders and up my neck. “But your friend, Octavio. He claimed she was alive.”

  “He did. Said his intel was good and we may have a location shortly.”

  “So we play tourists, sipping mai tais on the beach, while my sister’s in danger.” I picked up the cocktail I was working on and sucked it down to the bottom, making slurpy sounds. Our resort was all-inclusive, and they didn’t pour weak drinks.

  “We’ll learn something soon, Daphne. In the meantime, it does you no good to worry yourself sick. Pouting and getting drunk do nothing to help find your sister. No matter how much I’ll like you after a couple of mai tais.” His teasing grated on my last nerve.

  I stood up and walked toward the palm frond-covered bar for another drink, but he snuck up behind me, caught me by the waist, and carried me to our room.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he growled.

  “Tony, put me down!” It peeved me to see people smirking at us as we passed them by as if they found his boorish behavior amusing.

  “I’ve had about enough of other guys looking at you in that sexy little number tonight. Didn’t you bring a one-piece?”

  “Don’t blame me! It was your shopper who picked it out. Besides, I’m not your property. Men can look at me all they want.” Thank God we were out of earshot of the pool area. Antonio blistered his right palm across my butt cheeks in rapid succession so fast there was no time to count for him, even if I wanted to. I stopped struggling, and hung limply over his shoulder, compliant.

  He flung the door to our private bungalow shut but left the ocean-facing curtains open. Sunset was just kissing the waves and sky, splashing them pink, peach, and tangerine.

  “What are you doing, Tony!? Anyone could have seen you spanking me.”

  “Good, they’ll have something to think about. Spice up their vacation,” he snapped. “Besides, you agreed to meet my sexual demands if I helped you find Maggie. Or have you forgotten?”

  “Lord, you are so crass. This isn’t the middle ages, you know. You can’t use your force against me to get whatever you want because you’re bigger and stronger!”

  “Oh, I beg to differ. I just forced you to do what I wanted.” His smile was smug. “Worked out great.”

  He tipped me onto the couch, as if it was no big deal, him setting my bottom ablaze on a public path. “Like I said, sick of men undressing you with their eyes right in front of me. To avoid personal injury on their behalf, let’s eat here on the balcony. I’ve reached my limit with other men ogling you today.”

  “First order of business, I’m going to need another mai tai, stat,” I commanded.

  “Drink orders with dinner, then. I’ll call room service.”

  After our meal, the bellman came and took our dishes away. “I’m stuffed like a jalapeno popper,” I said.

  “That fresh fish is amazing, isn’t it?”

  “God, it was so good,” I responded.

  “Let’s go over the terms of our trip again. How I get to do whatever I want to you,” he said.

  “What specifically did you have in mind?” I couldn’t make out whether it was the mai tai or lust throbbing in my veins.

  He leaned towards me and flashed a knowing grin. “I need to eat some more, baby. You’re going to let me lap up your fruity little clit just like it’s dessert.”

  “Fruity?”

  “Nothing tastes better than fresh fruit.” He gave me a wink and a grin, swung me into his arms, and carried me into bed. “And your pussy is the tastiest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

  It wasn’t fair. Every time he got near, my pulse quickened.

  “You can keep your swimsuit on. Get comfortable against the pillows.” As soon as I became settled, Tony approached, pulled the cups of my swimsuit top down so my breasts shoved together and upward towards him.

  I was a sex object on display, and I liked it.

  His hot breath touched my ear. “I brought a special surprise for you and your succulent, juicy clit. Show your sexy little bump to me now.”

  I scootched in the direction of the headboard, away from him. “You said I could leave my bottoms on,” I whined.

  He reached forward, grabbed one of my nipples in each hand, twisting, pulling, and yes, slapping them lightly.

  The thing of it was, it felt so fucking good. A sharp gasp of pleasure escaped my lips, and the lime and peppery scent of him overwhelmed my senses when I took a breath.

  He suckled my nipple in his sweet, aching way, priming the pump for my orgasm and making me ache to feed him my milk, leak it into his mouth.

  He was so familiar, and yet he caught me off guard each time we were naked together. I’d known him forever, but he surprised me every day. I did not know what he’d do to me next, but he always gave me the thing my heart yearned for but could not name.

  “I’m losing my patience, baby girl. I’ve told you your job is to obey my will, follow my directions. When you do that, I won’t need to punish you.”

  He scooped me off the mattress and lifted me in his arms again, setting both my feet on the floor. “The pole will anchor you, don’t let go.”

  He placed my hands around the bedpost, over my head, and slid my swimsuit to the tiled ground. “Stick your ass out for me.”

  Almost against my will, I arched my back and presented myself to him. He removed my bikini top and pulled the bottoms to the floor so I could step out of them.

  “Good girl. We won’t have you bend over and touch your toes this time. This position’s just fine. I wish you could see how pretty your pussy is from here.”

  He fetched something from the closet, and I noticed the bright flash of my flip-flop in his hand as he approached me from behind and ground his erection into my backside.

  The flip-flop crossed in front of his body, as if winding up for a backhand, only instead of whacking a tennis ball, the sharp crack of rubber was against my buttocks, one side after the other in rapid succession, leaving me no time to protest.

  The most I could do was try to catch my breath.

  “Every time I hit you with this, your ass ripples. It makes me want to fuck your little hole.” He put his thumb over my back opening so I could feel the warm pad of it against me and worried he might insert it in me.

  I wasn’t ready.

  Would he take me there?

  I didn’t think so, but he said he was in charge, and proved it with his next words. “On the bed again, gorgeous.” />
  I lay down and looked up at his body, and his heat seeped into me from where his thigh pressed against me on the mattress.

  “Show me how you touch yourself, Daphne.”

  I stared straight at the ceiling, closed my eyes, and thought of him in my mouth, and rubbed small circles around my clit. Tony reached for the apex of my thighs and slowly shoved his fingers inside of me. “Wet. You’re dripping already? Your spanking excited you. I think you like your punishment, don’t you, my bad little girl? Tonight, I have something special for you.” He pointed between my legs. “Hold yourself open for me.”

  I watched him as he stared at my pussy, his nostrils flaring and his breath coming in slow pants as I pulled my lips apart. “Keep holding,” he growled, “No matter what.”

  On that note, he got on his belly between my legs to have a closer view—I thought. Not only were his eyes locked on my privates, he lifted his hand and slapped me on the clit, alternating with lowering his mouth to my throbbing nub and lapping at it with his tongue to soothe the sting, and excite me at the same time.

  “Oh, God. Are you kidding me? What are you doing?!” I yelped.

  He raised his head and kept teasing the hard and swollen button with his thumb, “What. You don’t like it? I can stop. But only if you stay right there.”

  He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out an industrial-sized wand. “Where the heck did you get it?” I asked.

  “I’m very resourceful. It’s a foreign country, not the planet Mars. Now, show me.”

  It was impossible to refuse him when he used that tone of voice.

  Tony put a bit of lube at the end of the wand and lowered its head to my clit, hovering over it. “Tell me if it’s too intense, okay. I need to learn how you like it.”

  “I’m sure you’ll figure it owwww…” it was the lowest setting on vibration but having him do it for me was undeniably hot.

  “Like this?” Gently he circled the wand over and around my pleasure center, “A little harder, right?”

  I nodded, begging for more, and pleasure rippled through me.