Careful not to move too quickly and overstimulate him, she bobbed her head up and down his length. His fingers tangled in her soft natural hair, but he did not pull her head forward. They didn’t really give each other oral when they explored each other’s bodies in the back room: There was no time. She was highly inexperienced with this and required a gentle touch.
“I want to do something different this time.” Jalisa popped off of his hardening cock before diving right back in. His fingers twitched in her hair.
“W-what would that be?” he panted. It was tough for him to control himself when the pleasure of his lover before him was making his knees weak.
“This time, no quickies.” She kissed up and down his length, savoring his salty, musky taste.
“Okay.” He reached up and loosened his tie before beginning to unbutton his shirt.
“I’m on top. I’m in charge,” she purred. There would be no bending her over and thrusting inside of her this time. She was going to dominate him and take what she wanted.
“Fuck,” he gasped. His cock twitched more and more as she licked and tugged at him. The power of reducing this mafia top dog to a whimpering mess coursed through her veins. The dominance sent a thrill up her spine and made her movements rougher.
“You’re gonna get this cock hard and then you’re going to lie down,” she commanded. The tone of her own voice made her clit throb with need and her panties dampen.
“Fuck.” That was all he could manage to say as his cock fully awakened. Jalisa teased him more, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking him to her heart’s content. She pulled back when her own clothing started to feel too restrictive. After giving a few pumps with her hand, base to tip, and running her thumb over his head a few times, she stood up.
“Back.” She pushed on his chest. “Back.”
He walked backward, his eyes locked onto her until the back if his knees hit the bed. He fell back, kicking off his pants and shoes. She made sure he was looking before she twisted her sweater over her head. Throwing all of their clothing in a pile at the foot of the bed, she climbed on top of him and straddled him. His cock twitched against her folds, desperate to be inside of her. Erik reached up and placed two hands on her voluptuous hips.
“No, sir,” she sang, pinning his hands to his sides with her own smaller ones. Her breasts spilled onto his face and he mouthed at them, trying to get to her nipple. She laughed. “No, sir.”
He whined as she pulled back. Erik started to move his hands, but she pinned them down once again. He caught on and left his hands where she had put them. There was no physical bonds holding him back, but he wanted to please her and played along. She made eye contact and licked her cock-sucking swollen lips before bringing her hands up to her own breasts. She massaged them in just the way she liked, pinching and teasing her hard nipples.
“Oh…” she moaned, her head falling back. Jalisa’s hips rolled of their own account on top of his erection. Already slick from the blowjob, his cock started to slip into her folds, but she pulled back just in time. She repeated this until he was a writhing mess, straining against invisible ropes.
“Please, please, please, please,” he chanted.
“Please what?” She laughed, wishing she had realized her full power over the opposite sex sooner.
“Please, ride me. Let me fuck you. Hell, let me bend you over or lay you down. You love that. Oh, fuck! Please, please, please. Jalisa! I can’t take all of this!” His tone changed as she reached down and rubbed the head of his cock around her slippery entrance.
“Maybe.” She lowered herself down and allowed his tip to slide in before sitting back up. “Maybe not.”
“Please,” he growled. “I need you. I need your pussy wrapped around me. I need that heat, so very fucking hot. So tight and wet. I need it.”
“Very well.” She sunk down on his cock, feeling every inch stretch her out. He was large anyway, but he felt even bigger this way. Her hands fell from her breasts and onto his taut stomach and chest to support herself. Muscles clenching around him, she began to bounce up and down.
It was different enough to feel weird at first, but soon she loosened up and he began to slid easily in and out of her. His cock touched this place deep inside of her that she never even knew existed. It made her eyes open wide and electricity spark deep inside of her. Jalisa’s head tilted back and lewd noises she had never made before fell out from between her lips.
Erik growled, his breathing becoming harsh. His goddess was on top of him, breasts bouncing and body screaming sex. Unable to control himself and humor her any longer, he grabbed her hips and started slamming up into her.
“Erik, Erik, Erik, Erik!” she screamed. Her mind buzzed and her concentration focused on the growing need to orgasm all over him. They worked together to satisfy each other’s primal needs. She pulled one hand from his chest to rub at her clit.
Her eyes flickered up. He was a mess. The bright daylight shining through the windows in the bedroom meant that she could see everything. His muscles stood out hard as he used them over and over to fuck her. Brown hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and a light layer of sweat coated his body. His pupils were wide and she could no longer see the curious blue, only the desperate black. She couldn’t even imagine what she looked like.
It was over too fast. One moment, her body seemed on fire and her fingers were working hurriedly on her bundle of nerves, and the next moment, she was seeing stars. Her body arched and shook so hard her neck popped. He thrust into her a few more times before the absolute tightness of Jalisa’s orgasming body pushed him over the edge as well.
It was a sloppy mess to clean up, but, luckily, Erik had an adjoining bathroom in his room. When their skin and sheets were clean and dry, they cuddled together, Jalisa wrapped up in his arms.
“You could stay here,” he whispered. “Nikita, too, of course.”
“Of course,” she answered. “But you mentioned something about this being a hub for the mafia. What exactly goes on here?”
“Distribution, mainly, and storage. Don’t go prowling around down there, but you know the room you first step into when entering from the employee's’ door?” he said.
“The one with all the storage crates?” She waited until he nodded. “Yes, I know it.”
“One of those crates is empty. When you open it up, the bottom is removed and a trap door is under there. Inside the trap door is a whole underground to The Semya. It’s set up as a drug and illegal alcohol manufacturing ring.” He paused.
“We’re living above that?” Jalisa gawked. “We have to get Nikita out of there! But you said they store the stuff here?”
“Yes. The product is kept here where it is packaged and sent out to wherever it needs to go. Most of it stays in Los Angeles or California, but some goes as far as Ireland. I do have another idea.”
“Let’s hear it,” Jalisa said. No matter what, she would not have Nikita living somewhere with drugs present. Too many people have fallen into the devil’s hands because of chemical addiction.
“You and Nikita go back to The Semya, pack up all of your belongings, and flee. We stay the night at a hotel so that you two aren’t around mafia business. In the morning, we go to an apartment in another city and put down money for it. I'll give you a good reference from the bar I technically own and you can get a job. We’ll move forward from there.” He held her close.
“But our IDs,” she said. “A man Marie put me in touch with is making us fake documents for us to start a new life. If we run before he's done with them, we will have to find someone else to make them. I don't have those kind of connections.”
“I do. Don't worry about the IDs. We’ll figure it out. The most important thing is that we get you and Nikita out of there as soon as possible.” He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his phone. After pressing a few buttons, he showed Jalisa a hotel room on the screen. “I’m making a reservation here. You check in at the hotel under my name. I’ll call the
m ahead of time to make sure they know that you are coming so they won’t give you any trouble. I’ll meet you the following morning and we’ll run away together.”
An hour later, Jalisa and Nikita were back at The Semya. Jalisa had briefed Nikita on the plan in the car. They tried to act natural as they walked in, even stopping to make small talk with Marie. After Jalisa lied and said she had to go upstairs and take a bath before work, the two girls shut themselves in their room.
It was hard deciding what to take. The things they came in with were going with them, of course, but what of the stuff Marie bought them? Some of the things, like the nightstand were too bulky or heavy to take with them, but Jalisa felt it was a shame to leave the smaller items. After all, Marie bought them for Jalisa and Nikita with no intention of having Jalisa pay her back.
In the end, the girls stuffed their packs with the clothing Marie bought them. With everything packed up and ready to go, it was time to depart. Throwing on winter coats, the girls kneeled next to their beds and prayed.
“Dear heavenly father, we pray that you will allow this plan to go smoothly and shield us with your hand.” Jalisa paused for Nikita to pick up where she left off.
“Guide us with your will and show us the true path laid out before us. Protect us and help us stay safe and happy.” Nikita’s voice sounded mature for her age when she prayed.
“Bless us and bless Erik for helping us. May he find his way back to you. Amen.” Jalisa brought her head up.
“Amen.” Nikita followed suit and they exited their room, hand in hand.
It was too dangerous to go out the front door where Stone or Marie might see them, so the two descended down the steps. Jalisa looked intently at the storage crates, trying to figure out which one was different. It didn’t matter now that they were getting out, but she was still curious. In the back on the left-hand side, one crate sat lower than the others, its bottom slats removed. She made a mental note of where it was just in case.
Turning to the door where Nikita was waiting nervously, Jalisa pulled out her nail-polish painted keys and attempted to open the set of locks. The locks were color coded as well so that people with keys could get in and out easier, but these locks were bright silver and gold. There wasn’t a patch of peeling nail polish in sight. Shivers going up her spine, a large hand clamped around her mouth.
Chapter 9
Nikita was the first one to make noise. She screamed bloody murder and started kicking at Stone’s feet. He smothered Jalisa harder, his bulging muscles pressing down her chest. She clawed at his hand, but it was useless. Nikita used all the strength in her little ninety-pound body to tug at Stone’s arm. He hissed and a line of bright red blood rose up from where Nikita’s nails had been.
“Bitch!” He threw Jalisa into a storage crate. Pain exploded on her side and the breath was literally knocked out of her lungs. He lunged for Nikita. The small girl managed to slip away, but her backpack didn’t. He grabbed hold of it and raised one fist. Horror flashed through her eyes, and Nikita cringed away, shielding herself with her hands.
Jalisa ran on pure instinct, jumping on his back to prevent him from striking her sister. They tumbled backward into a crate. Stone’s massive body landed on top of Jalisa. Her head hit something hard. Marie’s voice could be heard in the distance. Nikita screamed again, this time calling out for help. Stone wiggled off of her. Pain on the side of her head. The edges of things were black and fuzzy. She blinked heavily.
Her body was being picked up. She cracked open her eyes just enough to see Marie and Nikita struggling. Though skinny, Nikita was only ninety pounds and Marie undoubtedly weighed more, Nikita put up a good fight. Marie stumbled once or twice, her heels slipping on the floor. There was a bang. Her foot hurt. She could taste copper.
“Hey.” Stone smacked her face lightly. Jalisa’s eyes remained closed.
“That’s not how you do it. You have to squirt water on her face.” Marie’s voice bounced around in Jalisa’s head uncomfortably.
“Well...uh, will this work?” Stone asked.
“Do I look like a doctor?” Marie bit. In the background, Nikita could be heard sobbing.
“You seemed to know a lot about it just a second ago.” Stone’s voice came closer to her.
“Fuck off,” Marie said. Stone grunted in response. That seemed to be the end of it.
Something warm drizzled on Jalisa’s face. It cause pain to blossom around her forehead. She groaned, and the sour liquid slipped into her mouth. She coughed a few times before her eyes fluttered open. Stone held a half-empty beer can a few inches away from her.
“Gross.” Jalisa sat up too quickly and the world tilted on its axis. She reached out without thinking about it and grabbed onto Stone’s shirt for support.
“Whoa, now. Looks like you’re warming up to me quite quickly.” Stone set the beer can down and leaned in for a kiss. Jalisa turned her head with a cry and his lips brushed her beer-stained cheek. He growled and shoved her back down on the floor. “That’s fine. You’ll warm up soon enough.”
“Leave her alone!” Nikita’s tiny voice shook with terror. Jalisa rolled her head over to her and was shocked by what she saw. Nikita was tied to the leg of a table with rope. Marie sat on the couch next to her, drinking something with a high alcohol content.
“She’s right. Men don’t like it when the merchandise comes pre-roughed up.” Marie paused in her drinking just long enough to get that out before resuming.
“I’m not merchandise,” Jalisa spoke up.
“Not looking like that, honey.” Marie made a motion to her forehead and Jalisa repeated it. Her fingertips dipped into sticky wet blood, red and fresh. Something had cut her forehead open.
“You need to get her to stop that damn crying.” Stone turned from Marie to yell at Nikita. “Before I lose my fucking patience!”
“You’re not going to get away with this!” Jalisa started to stand up, but Stone pushed her back down. There was no telling how much blood she lost, not that she was a great fighter in the first place.
“Get away with it? What do you mean?” Stone laughed. “I’m simply hiring you as an employee.”
“I refuse.” Jalisa sat up and scooted back until she hit the couch. Stone leaned forward, an evil glint in his eye.
“Oh? Then should we get the police involved?” Stone’s haughty tone was out of place with his sentence. The police would be on Jalisa’s side, right? Surely, her testimony against him would be enough to put him away. Not to mention that he had just assaulted her.
“Getting the police involved is a great idea.” Jalisa ground her teeth.
“Are you sure? Because by my count, you’ve stolen thousands of dollars from me and Marie. I’m sure the police would love to hear about how an unemployed and homeless woman is wearing such nice clothes.” He grabbed her backpack and dumped it out. Thousands of dollars in a sock and hundreds of dollars of clothes tumbled out. The realization of what he meant hit her in the face harder than he himself had.
“Huh? What’s this?” He opened up the sock and pulled out the rolled up wad of cash. “This looks a whole lot like my money.”
“That’s my paycheck! I worked hard for it! I’m not unemployed.” Jalisa pulled her knees up to her chest. It was a defensive pose that made her feel better.
“Oh? Where’s your paperwork? Your tax form? Pay checks? You don’t have any of that, right? Because you couldn’t open a bank account because you’re on the run. Getting paid under the table has its drawbacks, huh?” Stone cocked his head. “I’m sure the police would waste no time in responding to my call once I tell them that I have a kidnapped child with me.”
“You are the only one holding me against my will.” Nikita wiggled hard in her bonds and Marie placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.
“I’m not the one who dragged you across the country. I bet I can find an Amber Alert for Nikita online just by searching her name. Call the tip line, and I’ve got two police departments working for me.”
Stone stood up and withdrew a pocketknife from his back pocket. Jalisa closed her eyes, moving her lips in a silent prayer.
“No, no, no,” Nikita chanted. Jalisa crawled over toward her and watched as Stone sawed through her ropes. She wanted to grab Nikita and run, but Stone was holding a knife way too close to Nikita for Jalisa to make a move.
“Take her into your room.” Stone jerked hard on the rope and forced Nikita to her feet before handing her off to Marie. The woman clacked her way across the tiles with Nikita in tow.
“You're coming with me.” Stone reached toward her and for a moment she thought he was going to grab her hair. Instead, his fingers dug into her shoulder and hauled her to her feet. Jalisa’s stomach rolled.
Stone forced her into his room and threw her onto the bed. He slammed the door shut and left her all alone. It was the first time she had ever been in his room. The most noticeable thing was the smell: marijuana and smelly feet. Several bottles of pills sat on his nightstand, none of them prescribed to him. An ashtray full of cigarette butts lingered next to a window. She opened it, only to find it was too far of a drop for her to safely make it. She considered screaming for help, but Stone would hear her.
Jalisa rifled through his things, looking for anything that could help her. She mainly wanted a phone, but she would even take a weapon at this point. Among piles of dirty laundry that made her skin crawl to touch, she found several interracial fetish magazines. Images of women like her being tied up and choked filled the glossy pages. She shivered in disgust and threw them away from her.
Under his bed sat another stack of the magazines and an unassuming shoe box. She pulled it out, figuring that was the place he was most likely to find a weapon. Inside were photographs of nude women performing various sexual acts on Stone. Many of them were a place Jalisa could identify as parts of the bar. Some of them showed Marie in situations that shocked Jalisa to her core. They were all labeled with the women’s’ name, the date, and a few words about why she was doing this. Most of them were ‘Needs money for _____’ but a few of them were tragic. Jalisa figured Stone meant to put her naked body in a box, too.
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