No Limits

by Knox, Elizabeth

  She unbuttons the blouse with a speed I’ve never seen before, desperation and need driving her. She’s wearing a simple white lace bra, no padding only thin fabric separating my mouth from her skin. Using my teeth, scraping very gently against the sensitive skin I pull the fabric down, uncovering one breast. My tongue flicks over her nipple before I take it into my mouth and suck, hard. If Bishop wants to play my games she needs to learn that there is a very thin line between pleasure and pain, and not always in equal measures. Instead of pulling away she pushes herself further onto my hand, that’s still caught between her legs. The wetness coating my fingers and the soft mewling noises she makes are making it so very, very hard to stay in control.

  Her hands snake into my hair, she bunches it up into her fists as she starts to squirm against my mouth. I pull away from her breasts and move upwards, kissing and biting as I find my way to the curve of her neck.

  “There’s still one ball left,” I say against her skin. “Cum for me and help push it out with that tight pussy of yours.”

  She should be repulsed by my words, but she’s not. I can feel the slickness between us, telling me how much she wants this. Instead she tilts her head back, giving me full access to bite down on her neck as my fingers work faster. There’s a low hum that vibrates in her throat against my mouth as she gets closer, and I know she’s struggling to keep quiet as her body starts shudder and she yanks on my hair.

  “Fuckkk…” she hisses as the final ball slips out, her orgasm taking over.

  She leans back, using me to steady herself and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. Beautifully corrupt and I did that. The pink in her cheeks, the look of lust in her eyes, heaving breasts and glistening pussy on display―that was all for me. She was mine.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Anna

  It’s like my body and my mind aren’t my own. If they were I wouldn’t be here doing this, I’d be running for the hills, not digging myself in deeper. What just happened between us is indescribable and what happens next has me speechless. He holds me, covering my exposed skin with kisses, soft, gentle, tender kisses. A man with a list of crimes longer than my arm, with a body that speaks to his sins, is holding me like I’m made of fragile glass.

  “Did that make it worth your while?” he asks pulling away and holding all three balls in his hand.

  “Somewhat.” The orgasm was intense, but there’s still a craving inside me. I want to know more about Elijah Creed. I want the mind as well as the body.

  He tilts his head as he watches me with his predator eyes, “What else do you want?”

  “What’s inside?” I point at the small pink balls.

  He grins slowly, “Well, now... that would be telling.”

  “I just risked my job and you won’t be honest with me?” It’s like the word ‘honest’ triggers something as he takes a step back, a thoughtful look on his face.

  “I wonder if you look just as beautiful when you’re angry?” he murmurs to himself as he sits and puts his feet up on my desk. Just what is inside those balls? What weapon have I given him?

  His eyes gleam with mischief as he cracks open the first ball, and places the content on my desk. Then he opens the next one and does the same. By the time he does the third I’m so angry I could punch him. I stare at the mini plastic penguin, a race car and some sort of monster. Fucking toys. He’d had me smuggle plastic toys inside my vagina, not because he needed them but to test me.

  He shrugs, “I had to see for myself Bishop.”

  “See what? How pissed off I’d be? Mission accomplished.”

  “I had to see if you were the same as me.”

  “I am not like you.”

  He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, “The dark side doesn’t call to you?”

  I can feel his hardness pressed against me, only the fabric of his trousers separating us. He called to me, there was a difference. He was something I was dying to untangle, to understand and I didn’t know why.

  “You don’t want to break the rules, to prove them all wrong?” he murmurs in my ear as he pulls me closer, his mouth against the fleshy part of my ear. It’s like he knows about my father, my upbringing. Being told who I can be. What I can do. He can see inside my head and I need him to stop. Stop before I don’t know who I am anymore. My hands move between us and rub up against his length, I want to distract him, distract us. Everything was getting too honest, too raw.

  “You aren’t stuck in a dull, grey existence?” He frees his cock and positions himself near my entrance. Creed teases me, drawing yet another groan from my throat by rubbing the head of his dick against my wetness.

  “Where the only fucking colour is me?” He growls as he finally pulled me down on top of him. The rough action had me moaning and grabbing at his shoulders.

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  He slammed into me from underneath with no mercy, “I’ll tell you every dirty little sin if that’s what you’re after.”

  “Creed... yes... yes…” I cry out as he freed my other breast and tweaked both nipples, twisting and teasing the swollen nubs between his expert fingers.

  “Tell me a secret first Bishop, tell me a truth,” he commands, squeezing my tits, kneading them in his large hands.

  “I hate my brother. I fucking hate him.” I grind out as my hips roll against him, my second climax close.

  “More…” His hand slides up and tightens around my throat.

  “My father despises you. Wants me to quit so that I’m safe,” I breathe.

  “Oh Little Rabbit, you’re never going to be safe. Not now.”

  As he says that, his hand around my neck, his dick hard inside me I realise that I don’t want to be. Elijah is right, this is the most alive I have felt in years. The most me I been in years.

  “Come for me Officer,” he says his other hand dropping between us to torture my clit once again. It’s like I’m being overwhelmed by sensations and revelations and I know that I will leave this art room a different person.

  This time when I come it draws a strangled cry from my throat, one that sets Creed off as he tightens his grip on my neck and fucks me harder. I collapse into him, our foreheads touching, breathing heavy and for a few moments we say nothing.

  “I owe you a truth,” he says quietly.

  “You do.”

  “I hate my father,” he whispers.

  “I’ve read your file... Googled you,” I admit, blushing. I sound like a crazy stalker.

  “So you know what a cunt he is?”

  I nod. “Where is he now?”

  “Dead,” he says this simply, his face blank.

  “You?” I ask, pretty sure of the answer already. Elijah Creed was a fixer for the Mob, an untouchable fixer used to doing dirty work. Why not fix your own issues first?

  “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

  I take his chin in my hand and lift his face to mine, “I don’t know what I have to do to convince you Eli, but I’m here. I’m with you.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Creed

  This thing with Anna Bishop is happening hard and fast. I wanted to manipulate her, use her to get back at her crooked father but this was quickly becoming more. So much more. I was getting caught up in her web and I didn’t know how to fight my way free, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to.

  I’d had relationships, meaningless flings, women falling at my feet but this was different. I could never be myself with the others, they wanted the flash life the Mafia bought but didn’t care how dirty my hands got as long as they had the bags, shoes and diamonds. They never asked the real price or the toll it took on me. When they did get a glimpse of the dark side, the monstrous side, they pleaded and begged me to change because they were scared of me. Scared of the life I lived. But Bishop wasn’t afraid. She saw me in my entirety and asked me to trust her. I wanted to. Fuck, with her sat on my lap, my dick still inside her, I wanted to give her everything. She’d p
assed my first test with flying colours, I just wasn’t sure if she was ready to go down this road with me just yet. The timing was all off for anything serious.

  “I think we’re done here for today Officer. I have duties to attend to,” I say coldly, helping her carefully off my lap and handing her a tissue from the box on her desk.

  Anna nods, as she shimmies her skirt back down and adjusts her bra. I can tell my tone has upset her, I’ve just dismissed her while she was trying to be there for me. She’s buttoning up her shirt and I reach out and place my hand over hers.

  “This conversation isn’t over Rabbit. This just isn’t the time or place,” I try to explain. I know I’m torn, part of me pushing her away and the other part keeping her dangling. I will let her in, just when I know my freedom is secure. Until then, this can only be fucking. Mindless sex is all I can offer. Damn Julian, he needs to hurry up and get me out of here.

  I leave the small toys on her desk but take the plastic balls, pocketing them while her back is turned. Kal has need of them in his little smuggling business and I have something I need from Kal. It’s a win-win in this shithole.

  I leave the classroom on a sex high, but my mind is going into overtime as I meet up with Beans and we filter into the mess hall. Why did her father hate me so much? Sure, he’d worked with me before but he did that on his own terms―we never forced him. He came to us. As for the brother, what was the deal there? We had no records of the Judge having a son, did he go by another name like Anna did? Something about her comments weigh on me. It sits uneasy on my chest and I mull it over as some greyish coloured slop is dished onto my tray.

  “Yo Creed, Kal says he has the stuff you wanted,” Beans whispers in hushed tones. “Also the Lopez gang have agreed to back off while you’re here but they want you gone real bad man.”

  The Lopez Cartel were agreeing to leave me alone? How kind of them considering I was already in place to run this joint. Thanks to Kal and his fear of me I now controlled the contraband. Control that and everyone was eating out of the palm of your hand, simple mathematics. Beans had dirt on every fucker here and now Bishop was there on the other side watching out for me as well as Dr. John. My little dance with Tiny scared off anyone stupid enough to think about trying to take me out. Sure, I still had that target on my back but now it was smaller. It was more beneficial to be on my side and that’s what I was using to work on my release.

  After ten minutes of pushing the mush around on my plate I shove my tray aside. I can’t eat this shit. There’s something still not right with the situation and I need answers.

  Moving closer to Beans, I slip the balls in his pocket. “Beans, can you give these to Kal for me? I have a doctor’s appointment.”

  He nods with a grin. He likes being my right hand, it makes him feel important. Plus it gets him access to the drugs Kal has smuggled in at a discounted rate.

  I head to the medical wing with ease; no one stops me or even looks up as I pass.

  “Eli, is everything okay?” John asks as he ushers me into his office.

  “No. I have a lead I need Julian to chase up on. Something isn’t right and I want it looked into. Judge Williamson, why didn’t we know about his daughter? There’s a son too. I want information.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Anna

  I haven’t seen Elijah Creed in two days. Two whole days. I’ve driven myself crazy thinking about him. Researching him. Obsessing over him. It’s like he’s in my blood and I can’t find a way to escape him. He claims he killed his father but I can’t find anything that says he did. Augustine Creed went missing after a drunken fight with his wife when Eli was sixteen. Sixteen. There’s no way a sixteen year old boy killed his father and then covered it up, is there? The more I read the more I know in my heart that Creed did it. I’d asked a police officer friend to get his hands on some files for me and now I wish I hadn’t. Hospital records from his mother show that her jaw was broken, her arm fractured and boiling water had been spilt on her legs. What kind of home life did Elijah have? His own nose was broken and the files show he had old and new welts on his back from a belt and buckle. He was beaten by his father regularly. No wonder Elijah became this big, bad Left-Hand. No one fucks with The Left-Hand. He became a monster in response to the monster who raised him. I can’t stop the tears that fall, dripping from my cheeks and splatting onto the papers in front of me. A text from my brother reading ‘Where are you?’ brings me out of these feelings I can’t explain, I’m late for our weekly dinner.

  Thirty minutes later I sit opposite my brother, our father at the head of the table and this quiet anger starts to fill me. Twice during this meal already he’d told me to leave my ‘silly’ job. Once he’d commented on how tired I looked and how I was never going to find a husband if I didn’t put more effort in. All the while Andrew sat in front of me, sweating out whatever was in his system. He was extra twitchy tonight, checking the windows, jumping at every little noise. Paranoia was clearly setting in, but there was nothing I could do when they both denied there was even a problem.

  “So Elijah Creed joined my art programme this week and I have to say the man has real talent. I’ve never seen anyone paint quite like him. So much depth. So much rage,” I say as I dig into my roasted vegetables.

  I don’t need to look up to know that both Andrew and my father have frozen. I don’t know why I brought it up, maybe because last time I was told not to. My inner rebellious nature got the better of me and the words just came out.

  “Anna, I have been patient, asked nicely even, but if you’re now working closely with Creed you need to quit. This is no longer a request,” My father growls, his eyes full of an odd mix of fear and fury.

  “Has he said anything? Does he know anything?” my brother stammers, his face even paler than before. He is absolutely terrified of this man who is locked safely behind bars. What the heck was going on here? What had they done to be so afraid of Creed?

  “Are you in trouble Andrew?” I ask softly.

  My father stands, slamming his hands down on the table, roaring. “Tell her nothing!”

  “Anna, he had it coming. He’s a bad man…” Andrew starts to scream and it’s a side to him I’ve never seen before.

  “What the hell is going on here?” I push my chair back and watch my father carefully. I mean it looks like my father, but there’s this air around him, this horrible feeling that I don’t recognise. Something is wrong in this house and as per usual, I’m the last to know.

  “I think it’s time you left,” he grinds out. As I pass he grabs my arm, “And Anna, quit the job or I will make sure they fire you.”

  I climb into my car and sit there for a moment. How did a man like Creed get caught? It’s question I’ve asked myself over and over again. Now, thanks to this dinner, I think he had a little extra help, I’m just not sure how or why.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Creed

  Today is the third day without my Little Rabbit. I called her that when I first saw her because I thought she was small, easily frightened and I wanted to be the wolf that devoured her. Now she knows me at my core and yet still stays. She isn’t running scared, she’s watching and waiting. My darkness calls to hers and together we’re like a burst of colour.

  “Officer Bishop I have a question about this book on Cezanne you gave me last week,” I call out at the end of the session, giving everyone in earshot my excuse for staying behind.

  “Oh, okay Mr. Creed. If you bring it over here,” she replies absentmindedly. She’s been elsewhere in her head all afternoon. It’s been written all over her face, something is going on.

  Everyone else filters out and I lock the door like before. She’s bent over her desk looking at some paperwork when I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. Kissing the back of her neck I ask, “What’s going on Rabbit?”

  “Just some family things…”

  I snort, her family were all crooks. Her father a bent Judge and now intel was com
ing in slowly about her brother, Andrew. He was one of Julian’s soldiers hoping to work his way up to Capo, only Julian didn’t trust him. He wanted to be the captain of his own little team, only the man was a slime ball. Couldn’t keep his nose out of the product, couldn’t keep his mouth shut and it’s just funny how he made his move when I was on the out. I didn’t have everything I needed just yet but I suspected Andrew and daddy dearest were behind my incarceration. Did Anna know? Was she covering for them? Would she choose them over me? A strange sort of panic filled my chest and that’s when I knew I needed her.

  I spin her around and take her chin in my hand, tilting her face upwards.

  “Tell the truth,” I demand. If she lies it would crush me, if she hid what she knew from me I would never be able to trust her. Did she feel for me the way I did for her? My heart hammers in my chest and I hold my breath. I have never waited for a woman to speak the way I am now.

  “I think…” she mumbles. “I think they put you in here.”

  I don’t need to hear anything else, she told the truth. She chose me. My mouth crashes against hers and I can’t get enough. I want to invade every sense, every thought until all that’s left behind is me. Working quickly I strip us both down, pausing only to caress her breasts, before I turn her back around and place her hands on the desk.

  “Do you trust me?” I whisper in her ear before biting her earlobe.

  “You know I do.”

  “Then where are your handcuffs? And your baton?”

  “Eli... They’re in my bottom desk drawer. Key is in my trouser pocket.”

  I grin as I grab the key from the discarded clothing and open the draw. She has a black side-handle baton instead of one of those new fancy retractable ones. I take that and the handcuffs and position myself back behind her. I put the baton down on the desk in front of her and I can feel as she exhales nervously. The view, her bent over the desk, ass exposed like a peach has my mouth watering.