by A. L Long
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I need you to play along with what he believes. It’s the only way he will stop digging into me. If he thinks it is you that is in trouble, maybe he will leave me alone.”
“So you want me to pretend that I am the princess of Kierabali? I don’t know one thing about being a princess, Paige. He is going to know right away that something isn’t right. He is no dummy,” she confessed.
“You let me worry about that. I will teach you everything you need to know about my life. You will know everything. There is no way he will figure this out.”
“Okay, if you say so,” Nikki began. “So, since I am going to be playing the part of your royal highness, don’t you think I should be treated as such? Fill her up, slave,” Nikki ordered while handing me her empty coffee mug.
Rolling my eyes at her, I stood and took her cup, Just as I turned away from the counter with her full cup of coffee, Hawk entered the small living area with his jeans only half zipped, revealing the ‘V’ of his defined waist. I knew that my mouth dropped open, allowing anything to fly inside. Before I could compose myself, I head Hawk say, “Whose slave?”
Turning back toward the counter I replied, “How about a cup of coffee?”
As I pulled a cup down from the high cupboard, Hawk began walking closer to where I was. I felt like he was about ready to pounce on me like I was his prey the way he was coming at me with slow, calculated steps. Handing him his coffee, I asked in a soft tone, “Why are you coming at me that way?”
“Because you looked like you were about to bite my head off,” he said.
“Why would I do that?” I replied, still using the soft tone.
“You tell me?”
“Can we talk about this later when there aren’t so many ears in the corn field?” I said.
Taking his cup of coffee from me, Hawk headed back in the direction of my bedroom. When I knew he was out of earshot, I looked over to Nikki and said, “Remember what I said.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
~****~
I was thankful that the rest of the day wasn’t as eventful as the morning. I was also thankful that after Hawk took a shower he left, needing to take care of some stuff. I wasn’t even sure what he did at Jagged Edge Security. I guess it would have been a good idea to find out. The next time I saw him, I was going to make it a priority to ask exactly what he did for them. It was getting close to my shift at the bar and Nikki decided my small apartment needed some TLC. Cleaning wasn’t something that I got used to doing. Living in a palace with your own servant pretty much took away any need to pick up after yourself.
Entering the bar, Merrill was already at his usual spot behind the bar. Bucky was in the back loading a dolly with cases of beer. Heading to the bar, I saw a familiar face sitting at the far end. It was Victor. Tucking my belongings on a shelf under the register, I walked over to him to say “hello.” Grabbing another beer, I headed his way. Placing the beer on the bar, I removed his empty bottle and said, “This one is on the house.”
There was that amazing smile again. Leaning up against the bar, I watched as he took a swig of his beer. Without even thinking, I asked. “So what brings you here so early in the evening?”
“I knocked off early,” he confessed.
Pretending to look busy, I began wiping down the bar surface. “So what is it you do exactly?”
“A little bit of this and a little bit of that,” he replied.
I wasn’t sure what a little bit of this or a little bit of that meant exactly, but by the way he was dressed, I would have to guess that he was a businessman of some sort. I began guessing in my head what he did for a living. “Investment banker, nah. CEO of his own business, nah. Lawyer, nah.” There were too many occupations that would require him to be dressed in a suit. My only option was to ask. “So where do you do a little bit of this and a little bit of that?”
“Everywhere, actually. I buy and sell property. If it’s sellable, I’m there,” he confessed.
“Sounds like a very demanding job,” I said.
“Nah, not really. I get to choose my own hours,” he stated.
“Nice.”
The bar was filling up pretty quickly and I needed to get back to work before I got slammed. Moving away from Victor with a smile, I began taking drink orders on the other end of the bar. There was something about Victor that seemed to be familiar. After seeing him again, I still couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Although I did find him very attractive, there was still something that told me to beware of him.
As the evening wore on, more and more people came into the bar. By the time ten o’clock hit, the bar was pretty much standing room only. This was the first time I had seen it so packed since I began working here over a week ago. I knew that with this many people I would be making excellent tips, which also meant that the possibility of there being a fight increased. Bucky was a pretty big guy, but if a fight did break out, I doubted that he would be able to break it up. Keeping track of the amount of liquor I was selling, I noticed that we were getting low on vodka and JD. Letting Merrill know of our liquor situation, I headed to the back stock room to grab a couple of more bottles. When I can back to resume my position, Hawk was sitting at the end of the bar where Victor was sitting previously. It made me wonder what happened to him. He was there before I went to the back room. The only conclusion I had was that Hawk must have said something to him.
Walking to the end of the bar, I stared Hawk in the eyes and asked. “Okay, where did he go?”
Hawk looked at me like I was half nuts. “Where did who go?” he asked.
“Don’t act dumb, Hawk. You know exactly who I am talking about.”
“Oh, you mean the loser that was just sitting here,” he said. “He must have had a family emergency or something.”
“Very funny, Hawk. It wouldn’t have been you that convinced him to leave?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.
“Me? No. Guy just took off.”
For some reason, I didn't believe a word Hawk said. Knowing his drink of choice, I picked up the bottle of JD and poured him a double with a draft beer on the side. Placing it in front of him, I waited for him to pull out the twelve bucks needed to pay for the drinks. When he didn’t move, I asked him straight out, “Tab?”
With a nod of his head, I went to the register and entered his name. Having a tab was the preferred way of most of the patrons. The only problem was most of them skipped out before paying their bill. I kept telling Merrill that we should at least keep their credit card so that it could be run at the end of the night. He didn’t want to hear about my suggestion. He was old school and trusted everyone to settle up their bill when the night was over. Anyone who didn’t, Bucky always managed to get to them before they got too far out the door.
When two o’clock rolled around, I was more than ready to hit the sack. For it being a busy night, there wasn’t much to clean up. I was glad when Merrill told me to take off and that he would handle the cleanup. I could have kissed the man. It wasn’t like I wouldn’t have stayed to help, but when someone offers to let you off early, you would have to be stupid not to accept.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Hawk
I may have been a little hard on the loser sitting at the end of the bar gawking at Paige like he was about to take what little clothing she had on off of her. As far as I was concerned, she was my girl and no one was going to have her. So when I told Victor or whatever his name was that someone ran into his Benz, he all but jumped out of his chair and rushed to the door. He was going to have a little surprise waiting for him when he got outside, especially seeing that his car was no longer parked across the street. I almost gave up hot-wiring the damn thing, but when I finally got it to start, there was no problem driving it four blocks over and parking it near a fire hydrant. With my luck, it would be ticketed and towed before he finally found it. So yeah, I guess you could say that he had an emergency to tend to.
Merrill wa
s a hell of a guy to let Paige knock off early. Downing the rest of my drink, I walked behind the bar, where she was struggling to get the trash full of empty beer bottles out from under the counter. Placing my hand on her wrist, I took hold of the large metal can and picked it up and walked towards the back door of the bar. There was a large dumpster pushed against the brick wall. Swinging the can up, I easily dumped the contents inside. By the time I got inside, Mr. Loser was leaning against the end of the bar talking to Paige. So much for my little stunt I pulled. The way he looked, it didn’t bother him at all. Walking behind the bar, I put the metal can back in its place and walked up behind Paige and placed my arms around her small waist. Kissing her cheek, I said loud enough for Mr. Loser to hear, “Are you ready to go, baby?”
Paige didn’t stop me from kissing her or holding her close to me, at least not right away. Somehow she managed to get a good grip on my little finger and began to push it back, Damn, that girl was strong. Turning my way, she said very softly, “I know what you did, and no, I am not ready to leave yet, at least not with you.”
I guess this was my cue to let her go. Lowering my head to her ear, I whispered softly, “I’ll wait, then.”
Paige released my finger and I moseyed to the other side of the bar where Merrill was already standing there with a beer and a shot of JD in his hand. He must have known that I would be waiting for Paige for a long time based on the large grin he had on his face. Taking the shot glass and draft from his hand, I moved to the other side of the bar and took a seat. Before I sat my ass down, I could feel the vibration of my phone in the back pocket of my jeans. As I swiped the screen, I could see that it was Peter calling me. I could also see that it was close to midnight.
“Hey, bro, what’s up?” I asked.
“Got some more information on your situation down there. I think we may have been off base with thinking that Nikki may be in trouble. She has nothing to do with that SUV. The plate number you gave us from the Benz belongs to one Victor Walsh. He’s been living in New York for the past six months. He’s some sort of real estate man. He buys rundown properties and turns them into profit.”
“Where was he before he lived in New York?” I asked.
“Nowhere in the States. I’m having Sly run an international check on him. Hopefully something will kick out on this guy,” Peter advised.
“Wow, this shit just keeps getting thicker and thicker,” I replied.
After I hung up with Peter, I looked over to the other end of the bar and stared at Paige and this other guy having a good old time. I could feel the tightness in my chest increase and the fingers on my hands clench into a fist. I wanted to beat this guy so bad, but knew it would be a mistake. So instead of going after him, I just stood there, fire rising in my blood, while Paige and he continued their little conversation. Just about ready to explode, I walked over to them and took Paige by the arm and walked her away from this loser. Facing her body towards mine, I said, “I think it’s time to go, Paige.”
As she pulled against my tight grip, I knew that she was going to have marks on her arms. “Let me go, Hawk.”
There was no way I was ever going to be able to let her go. Lowering my shoulder, I slung her body over my shoulder and proceeded to the back exit. I could hear the sound of his footsteps behind me. Turning my body, I gave him one look, making him hold up his hands in surrender and walk backwards a few steps before he turned around and went out the front door. I was so glad that he didn’t make a scene. The last thing I wanted was to lay this guy down and spend a night or two in jail. Right now my focus was on Paige and getting her to my place, where we would be alone with no interruptions.
The closer I got tot the back door the harder Paige began hitting my back with her closed fists. I knew that if she continued, she would be left with bruises on her knuckles. When I opened the door, I place her on the ground and held her by the wrist as she continued her assault on my body. “Paige, you need to stop. You’re going to end up hurting yourself,” I said.
“I don’t give a shit. You can’t just take me like that, like I’m some sort of cave woman,” she cursed.
Just when I thought she was done fighting with me, I let my guard down, only to feel the impact of her tiny fist come in direct contact with my jaw. I didn’t realize that she could carry such a hard punch. Looking down on her, I could see her holding her hand and walking around in circles. I knew she really did it. She hurt herself. The one thing I didn’t want to happen, happened. Trying to comfort her, I stopped her movements by wrapping my arms around her, only she was once again fighting me by swinging her arms like a madwoman.
When I finally had her where I wanted her, I placed her hands behind her back, holding them with one hand while I held her face with the other, Lowering my mouth, I kissed her with fire in my touch. There was no way I was going to be able to control the desire I had for her. Something in me snapped and my will to control her took over. She must have lost her own control, because no sooner than my lips were on hers, her mouth parted, allowing me to enter. Our tongues mingled with force like there was a shortage of want and we wanted it all. Lifting her from the ground, she wrapped her legs around my center as I walked us up the twelve steps to her apartment. My desire for her couldn’t wait and her apartment was much closer.
As I held on tightly to her, she reached inside her small front pocket and pulled out her key. Seeing the trouble she was having with the lock. I took the key from her and slid it inside the keyhole, turned the knob, and pushed the door open. Our lips were still clinched together as I headed to her room. This time, I wasn’t prepared to go slow with her. I wanted to take her my way. Taking the open sides of her button-up shirt in each hand, I pulled them apart, sending the buttons flying. Her chest was heaving with desire as I placed a kiss at the base of her cleavage, before lowering the cup of her bra and wrapping my mouth around her pert nipple. Her head fell back as I lowered the other cup and began kneading her soft mound in my hand.
When I looked up to her, I could see the desire for me she had in her eyes. I didn’t even unhook the clasp in the front of her bra. I needed her bra off now, and with a quick, hard pull the bra came undone and was off of her in seconds, exposing her beautiful breasts. Pushing her shoulders slightly, her body fell to the bed, allowing me to remove the rest of her clothes. Unbuttoning her jean shorts, I pulled them down her legs along with her lacy white panties until they fell to the floor. God, she looked so beautiful laying there waiting for me to feast on her.
Pulling my belt off, I held it out and commanded, “Put your hands out, Paige.”
Without so much as a word, she held out her hands like the little submissive she was born to be. Wrapping the leather around her wrist, I left enough on the end so I could secure it to the bed. With her hands high above her head, my cock was well on its way to exploding. Taking her by the ankles, I flipped her body over and lifted her tight ass in the air. With the palm of my hand, I planted a slap on her ass. The curve of her spine arched as I planted another slap, only this time a little harder. “One day this ass is going to be mine,” I said between gritted teeth.
When I was satisfied that her ass was just the right shade of pink, I rolled Paige over once again. Slipping my fingers between her folds, I lapped up her juices and held them to her mouth. “I want you to taste how much you loved being spanked.”
When her lips parted with no hesitation to my demand, I knew then that she was a true submissive and soon she would be under my control. No one would ever have her sweet pussy but me. Watching her lick and suck her juices from my finger was the most sensual thing I had ever seen. The way her lips wrapped around me, I couldn’t wait to feel them on my cock. Her mouth was perfect. Pulling my finger from her mouth, I leaned over her and whispered, “I’m so fucking hard for you, baby. I’m going to slip my dick inside that sweet little cunt of yours and fuck you until you scream my name.”
I positioned my throbbing shaft between her slick folds and began circling the o
uter edge of her entrance. Hearing her moans of pleasure I thrust my hips a little harder, sending her body reeling with desire. “I’m clean, baby. I need to feel all of you. Are you on the pill?” I asked in a breathy tone.
Her head nodded up and down, assuring me that she was on the pill. Rotating my hips, I placed my hands on her knees and spread her legs further apart. With her pussy fully exposed, I pushed inside, inching my way deeper and deeper inside her. When her back arched off the mattress, I felt every inch of her beautiful cunt as it tightened around my hard shaft. God, how I loved the feel of her as she tightened her muscles every time I pulled out of her. Lowering my head, I placed my mouth on her taut nipple and took the hard bud between my teeth and gently but firmly began applying a little pressure to the tip. Her back lifted even higher off the bed as I moved my cock harder and faster in and out of her. When my name fell from her lips, I knew then that she was mine.