by B. B. Hamel
I shook my head, heading over to my rooms. Things were getting more and more dangerous by the second. I couldn’t exactly afford to be distracted by Natalie, but the thought of her in that dress got me hard as fuck .
For some reason, I knew she was going to uphold her end of the bargain. From there, anything could happen .
13
Natalie
I hugged Pacey hard.
“Thanks so much for coming,” I said .
“Of course, Nat. I’ll be back soon .”
“Okay. You’re the best .”
She climbed into her car and drove off. I watched her wind her way down the long driveway, slip out past the gate, and merge into traffic. She disappeared over a hill .
I bit my lip as the weight of my reality came back to me. I was still very much stuck in the mob compound, and still planning on walking into my stepbrother’s room wearing the tightest, most revealing dress I had ever put on .
I kept asking myself what the hell I was thinking as I headed back toward my room. I didn’t even need to ask for directions and was able to find them all on my own. I went inside and hopped in the shower, cleaning myself off .
I checked the clock once I was showered. It was half past six, and I knew I needed at least an hour for my hair to dry. Lucas hadn’t specified when he needed me to come by his rooms, and so I got on the phone and ordered myself dinner .
One delicious chicken dinner later and I was squeezing myself into the dress. My hair was dry enough, so I put on some makeup and chose a pair of heels that went well with the dress .
Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I felt incredibly nervous. I didn’t know why, since I was only going to walk in, spin once, and then leave. Still, the idea of him looking at me made me incredibly nervous, but also strangely excited. I could feel my hands shaking ever so slightly as I tugged at the hem of the incredibly short dress, trying not to think about the fact that his sister had worn the dress .
“Come on, Natalie,” I said to myself in the mirror. “One spin and you’re gone. Just do it already .”
I took a deep breath, walked out into the main room, opened my door, and stepped out into the hall .
And realized I had no clue where I was going .
Embarrassed, I scurried back inside. I grabbed the phone and called up the kitchen .
“Excuse me,” I said. “Do you know where Lucas’s rooms are ?”
The person on the other end paused. “This isn’t a directory. It’s the kitchen .”
“I know,” I said. “I’m so sorry. I just figured you’d know this place. I’m so new .”
Another long pause. “Next time, ask whoever you’re looking for first, okay ?”
“Okay.”
He proceeded to give me directions, which were surprisingly easy. Lucas was staying in my wing, only a hallway over .
I walked quickly out and headed in his direction, moving fast but nervously. Fortunately, I made it to his front door without running into anybody else .
I knocked once and waited .
No answer .
I knocked again, louder, and waited .
No answer again .
I was starting to get nervous .
On the third round of knocking, the door suddenly swung open .
“What?” he said, and then he stopped .
I stared at him, open-mouthed .
He was dripping wet and wrapped in only a towel. His tattoos snaked up his body and disappeared down into the area that his towel barely covered. His face broke out into a wicked grin .
“Well hello, wife,” he said. “Please come in .”
“You’re in a towel,” I said dumbly .
“Yes. I know .”
“I can come back later .”
“Come in.” He stepped aside, so I walked past him. He shut the door behind me. “Well?” he asked, staring at me .
I blushed deeply. “Can’t you put some clothes on first ?”
“I didn’t ask you to come while I was in the shower .”
“I know, but — ”
“But nothing,” he said, coming nearer to me. “Don’t you have a spin for me ?”
“Uh, yeah.” I slowly began to turn .
His hands grabbed my hips as my back was to him. I heard the towel drop to the floor .
“Lucas,” I said. I felt something hard press against me and his lips graze my ear .
“You have no clue what you do to me, do you?” he whispered. “Just coming here drives me insane .”
“Just one spin,” I said .
“That’s not why you’re here .”
I felt him kiss my neck, brushing my hair out of his way, I let out a soft gasp as he pulled me tighter against him .
“Why am I here, then ?”
“Because you want another taste, Natalie. You only got a small bit of what you want, and you need more .”
“More of what ?”
I felt his hands begin to roam my body. “More of my fingers, more of my tongue. You keep thinking about how incredible it felt that night in the limo .”
“I also keep thinking about how we’re married. And you’re my stepbrother .”
“But you’re here anyway,” he whispered. His hands moved so slowly, so deliciously down my legs. I felt them slowly begin to lift up the hem of my dress .
My knees were shaking. And my pussy was dripping wet. I had a surprise for him, a surprise I wasn’t sure he’d actually find .
“I am here,” I agreed .
“Because you want to know. Does it really feel as good as I say it does? Can I really make your body feel things you didn’t know about ?”
His hands pulled up my dress .
“Fuck,” I gasped .
“Natalie,” he whispered, “you delicious, bad girl. No panties ?”
“Surprise,” I moaned as his fingers found my soaking spot .
“God, you continue to fucking impress me, Natalie .”
“Good,” I groaned and moved my ass against his clearly hard cock. “I want you to be impressed .”
His fingers began to work my pussy and I tipped my chin back. His lips found mine, kissing me hard, as he continued to slowly work my soaked clit .
I reached behind me, finding his thick, hard cock. I began to stroke him slowly, feeling it on my back and my ass .
“Fuck, Nat,” he said. “You’re dripping wet. Your soaked little cunt is begging for it .”
“And you’re harder than I thought .”
He spun me around, pulling me against him. He kissed me hard as I continued to work his cock, stroking him long and slow. He pulled away and I stepped back, admiring his body. His cock was hard and firm in my hand, his muscular chest covered in tattoos. I could see the desire in his eyes, starving for me .
I reached up and spit into my palm and then began to work it into his cock. He groaned as I began to jerk him, his hands working at my breasts .
“Is this what you imagined?” I whispered to him .
“Do you want to feel what I imagined ?”
“Yes. Please .”
He pushed me back and then grabbed my hips. He steered me toward a couch, tipping me back. I fell onto its soft cushions, laughing slightly .
He was on top of me in a second, his body pushing against mine, kissing me hard and rough .
I lost myself in his touch. Any thought of what we were doing was completely lost as I began to give myself over to him. His lips moved from mine and kissed my neck as I laced my fingers through his hair .
He moved farther down, kissing my exposed chest. His fingers and hands pressed my legs open and I gasped as he moved farther down .
“I’ve been dying to taste this pussy,” he said, kissing my inner thigh. “You know I’ve been thinking about this every day since we met ?”
“I can’t get that night in the limo from my mind,” I admitted .
“I think this might help .”
I felt his lips kiss my clit ever so gen
tly. Slowly, he began to lick and suck me, working my clit. Waves of pleasure built through my body .
I grabbed onto the pillows, trying not to moan too loudly. It was impossible though with the way he worked me. I felt his finger slide inside me, pressing deep into my pussy while his tongue and lips continued to work at my clit .
“Fuck you taste good,” he said, looking up at me. His fingers continued to slide in and out of me .
“This is not what I expected would happen,” I said honestly .
He smirked. “I think you’re lying to yourself, then .”
My witty retort was completely destroyed when his tongue began working my clit again .
He was absolutely ravenous the way he licked and sucked me. His hands fucked my pussy, pressing his fingers deep into me, sliding in and out of my soaked spot. I loved his naked body, the way he was still slightly damp from his shower. I tipped my head back, moaning loudly, beginning to completely lose myself .
His fingers pressed deeper and his tongue worked harder, licking and sucking. I began to move my hips, and I gasped as I felt him suck and lick. I reached down and grabbed his hair, feeling the pressure beginning to build .
“Come for me,” he said as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. “Come for me, Natalie. I want to see your face while you fucking come .”
“Keep going,” I gasped. “Keep doing that .”
His magic fingers kept pressing deep inside me. He went back to licking and sucking my clit, and I worked my hips, pressing his head harder against me .
Then I felt it begin to wash over me .
The orgasm started in my spine and rolled over my whole body .
“Oh shit, Lucas. Oh shit, oh shit,” I said, over and over .
“Come for me, Natalie.” He kept fucking me with his fingers. “Come on my mouth, come on .”
His tongue licked and sucked as I came hard and fast, the orgasm rolling through my body, sending twitches down along my skin .
It was incredible and freeing. The only thing in my world was Lucas and his body, his fingers and mouth working me .
Slowly, so slowly, it began to subside. I stretched back on the couch, gasping, breathing deeply .
Lucas looked up at me. “That was what I wanted,” he said. “That fucking face you make .”
I blushed. “What face ?”
“The face of someone in ecstasy.” He moved up and kissed me. I kissed him back and felt his thick cock pressing against me .
“Still excited?” I asked .
“Still?” He laughed. “I’m harder than I’ve ever fucking been for you, Nat .”
I reached down and felt him, stroking up and down .
“I can help with that .”
“Can you? I’m not sure how .”
I smiled. “What do you want me to do ?”
“I want you to suck this cock until I come down your throat .”
I bit my lip. “I can do that .”
He grabbed my hair, whispering into my ear. “Are you sure you can take my thick cock ?”
“I’m sure .”
I pushed him back and dropped off the couch, down onto my knees. He smiled as I grabbed the base of his cock and began to stroke him. I licked the palm of my hand, getting it nice and wet, and began to slowly jerk him, stroking long and slow strokes .
“Ah fuck, that’s good,” he said. “I love looking at your pretty face .”
I stared at his body, at his chest and tattoos. I didn’t know what the heck I was doing, but I wanted to suck him off. I wanted it so badly, because he was so hard for me .
I slowly licked him from base to tip, and he grunted his approval. I tasted his salty pre-cum as I slowly slipped my lips around his tip and sucked it hard, pulled out with a pop, and looked him in the eye .
“I don’t know,” I said. “How badly do you want this ?”
“Suck that cock, girl,” he said, pressing my head back down. “Ah fuck, yeah. Like that .”
I took him deep into my mouth and began to suck him for real. I worked his tip, using my tongue and lips, sucking back and forth. His hands pressed me down, sliding his cock into my throat, and I worked hard to take it .
He was huge and starving. I loved the grunts he made, the dirty words he whispered as I sucked him .
“I want to feel that pussy slide down my cock. I want to fuck you roughly until you can barely walk straight. You’ll come on my thick cock and keep begging me for more .”
I slid back and jerked him, catching my breath. I bit my lip and looked at him before going back to his cock, sliding it deep into my throat .
“Ah fuck, you dirty girl. Swallow that fucking cock .”
I let him fuck my mouth, his hips sliding up, thrusting into my face. I used my hand to jerk him off as I sucked him, alternating between letting him fuck my mouth and doing all the work .
Suddenly he stood up, forcing me to slide back .
“Suck me off now. No hands. Just work that cock,” he said .
I put my hands behind my back and smiled as I slipped his cock between my lips. I began to suck him hard and fast, not caring how messy it was, just wanting to make him come .
I wanted to taste him, already loved the way he tasted. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth, loved knowing that I was making him grunt with pleasure .
“Oh fuck yes, Natalie. Swallow that dick,” he said. “I’m so fucking close .”
He pressed my head down and began to fuck my mouth, grunting loudly .
“Oh shit. Swallow my cum,” he said. And then I tasted him as he stiffened, grunting loudly. His cum filled my mouth and throat, and I swallowed every drop, just like he asked .
Finally, he finished, and I licked him nice and clean. He collapsed back down onto the couch .
“Holy shit,” he grunted. “You’ve got one incredible fucking mouth .”
I crawled up next to him, smiling. “You liked it ?”
“Hell fucking yes.” He looked down at me and laughed .
“What?”
“You have my cum on your dress .”
I looked down at myself and turned beet red. “Oh no. Oh no !”
He laughed again, shaking his head. “It’s totally fine. Don’t worry about it .”
“I can’t walk back to my rooms looking like this, though .”
“I’ll give you something to wear .”
“And what about your sister ?”
“Louisa doesn’t expect to see this dress again .”
I sighed, shaking my head. “Lucas, what the hell are we doing ?”
“Right now we’re sitting here, enjoying our orgasms .”
I nodded, going silent. I could hear his heart beating in my ear, and I loved the feeling of his hard body .
For the first time since I’d moved into the Barone compound, I felt completely safe and at ease. There had been this unspoken fear in my gut ever since my first day, but suddenly it was gone. I wasn’t thinking about anything but Lucas and how he felt. My mother never crossed my mind, or any other problem .
“Come on,” Lucas said finally. “Let’s get you out of that dress .”
“Again already?” I asked, teasing .
He smirked. “Ready when you are .”
I glanced down at his cock and noticed that it was already starting to get hard again. I sat up, smiling. “Maybe later .”
“Whatever you say, wife .”
He stood and walked into another room. He came back a minute later with track pants and a gray hoodie. He tossed them to me .
“Thanks,” I said, standing up. He was watching me. “A little privacy ?”
“No.” His grin was enormous .
“Don’t be a dick .”
He sighed. “Fine.” He turned around .
“Don’t peek,” I mumbled as I slipped the cum-stained dress off .
I quickly pulled the sweatpants on and glanced up. He was peeking, but I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on over my head .
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nbsp; “Decent?” he asked .
“Like you didn’t already know .”
He walked over and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me against him. He kissed me deep and hard. “You should get over this shyness of yours,” he said .
“You should get dressed .”
He shrugged. “I like being naked. Feels good .”
“Yeah, well, it’s distracting .”
He laughed. “Good. I want you distracted.” He walked across the room. “Drink ?”
“I should get going,” I said nervously. “Someone might notice me here .”
“Whatever you want.” He stopped in front of a dresser and poured himself some whisky .
“Listen,” I said, “before I go: What are we doing about this marriage ?”
He cocked his head at me and sipped his drink. “What about it ?”
“Well, uh, we can’t really stay married. We’re going to divorce, right ?”
He walked closer to me. “Why would we do that ?”
I looked away. “Seriously, put some pants on .”
He laughed again but complied, walking into the other room and then returning, wearing just some thin mesh gym shorts. “Better ?”
“Yeah,” I said, though it hardly was. I could still clearly see the outline of his cock. “So, uh, the divorce ?”
“We can’t,” he said .
“I’m pretty sure we can,” I said. “Whenever we want to .”
“Things are complicated right now .”
“I know, and divorcing will help them be less complicated .”
“Actually, it’s more about the business .”
“You mean the mafia .”
He grinned, nodding. “Yeah. We’re having some trouble with, ah, informants .”
“You mean you have a rat ?”
He laughed. “Yeah, we have a rat .”
“What’s that have to do with us ?”
“If we divorce right now, it’ll potentially draw attention to us. Nobody knows about the marriage, so it’s better if we just let it stand until this all blows over .”
I nodded, understanding his logic but not happy about it. If it were up to me, we would have divorced already .
But I was beginning to understand the game we were playing. I wasn’t happy about it, not by a long shot, but I’d been around my mother long enough to know that the men she dated were very often dangerous. I needed to learn to play along, or else things could get worse for me .