by B. B. Hamel
“Too obvious,” I said, bored. “That will only spook him .”
Alfonse made a face, but Reginald spoke up. “Lucas is correct,” he said. “We need subtlety now, especially since we do not know what is going on .”
I nodded. I liked Reggie; he was one of the smarter captains .
“What is your plan then, Lucas?” my father asked .
“I have an idea,” I said, avoiding the question .
“Ideas,” Ernesto said, scoffing. “We need more than ideas, Lucas .”
“Let the boy speak,” Nicolas said. “What are your ideas, Lucas ?”
“I have informants within the police, as we all do .”
“Of course, Lucas,” Gian said, “but aren’t you afraid they’re also working for the Russians ?”
“Maybe,” I said, “but you simply don’t lose an entire shipment like that and nobody notices .”
“That’s true,” Alfonse said .
“Someone saw, and someone will talk,” I said .
“How can you be certain?” Ernesto pushed. “And how can you know the Russians won’t hear ?”
“I’m not sure it’s the Russians,” I said .
The others looked at me like I was an idiot .
“Of course it is the Russians!” Ernesto said, laughing. “Those snake fucks robbed us .”
“It does seem to be the Russians, Lucas,” Nicolas said, frowning .
“Enough,” Arturo said, drowning out the commotion. Everyone looked toward him. “We must choose a course of action. Lucas, how sure are you of this ?”
“I am very sure that I can handle this, father,” I said .
There was a murmur of dissent at the table. I noticed most of the captains weren’t speaking, though, which was good. They didn’t want to get between me and my father .
“Who here believes they should be given control of this task?” Arturo asked .
“I do,” Ernesto said .
I laughed at him .
“Quiet,” Arturo snapped at me .
“I second Ernesto,” Alfonse said .
“Then we vote,” Arturo said. “Those for Ernesto ?”
Some hands, but not many .
“Lucas?”
The remaining captains raised their hands .
“Lucas takes it .”
I nodded to the men, but it was a hollow victory. The fact that there even was a vote spoke volumes .
Arturo didn’t trust me. He didn’t believe I was capable of fixing this tense situation, and he was looking for an out that didn’t put the blame squarely on his shoulders .
Fortunately he wasn’t getting that .
The meeting quickly wound down after that. The captains all filtered out of the room, heading into the main banquet room for an extravagant lunch. I stayed behind with Gian and Reggie .
“This whole shit,” Gian said, “is just a power play by your father .”
I nodded. “I know. But what can be done ?”
“You could poison him and assume control,” Reggie said softly .
I laughed. “Maybe soon, Reg. Maybe .”
“We have your back, brother,” Gian said. “We’ll back your play .”
“Thanks, brothers,” I said. We shook hands and they headed off toward the lunch. I stood by the window, looking out over the grounds, my mind clouded with doubt .
The truth was, I did have a difficult road ahead of me. I needed to interrogate and push some buttons to try to track down the shipment, but I had to be subtle. Any overt accusations against the Russians could mean war .
I didn’t want a war, but sometimes it felt like the old guard did. They were constantly pushing for blood, while I was only drawing blood where blood was needed. They were wasteful, stupid fools .
As I watched out the window, I caught sight of a small figure heading over toward the barns .
It took me half a second to realize that it was Natalie .
I felt something inside me stir. I remembered the smell of her panties from the night before, and my cock quickly got hard. I gripped the windowsill for a moment, watching her disappear into the horse stable .
And then I decided. I was going to skip the damn lunch. Maybe it was a bad idea since many alliances were made at captain gatherings, but fuck that .
I wanted my stepsister. I wanted my wife. I wanted her dangerous, tight fucking pussy, and I was sick of waiting .
I turned and headed down the stairs, out toward the stables .
21
Natalie
I reached up and he snorted, tossing his head. I laughed, touching his skin .
“What’s your name?” I said softly .
He didn’t answer .
“I guess you don’t speak English. You are a horse, of course, of course .”
I laughed at my own joke and softly stroked his snout .
Ever since I was a little girl, I had liked horses. Not in the crazy equestrian way. I never rode them, either, because I couldn’t afford them. Or at least that was what my mom had said. In retrospect, we totally could have afforded it. Mom just didn’t want me to ride .
But they were beautiful animals. I walked down along the stalls, admiring them .
“Bigger than you expect .”
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned and saw Lucas standing near the entrance, patting the nearest horse .
“Lucas? You scared me .”
“Sorry,” he said, grinning .
I looked down at my feet. I hadn’t seen him since sending the panties, and I had no clue what he thought about it .
“Want to take one out?” he asked .
“I can’t ride .”
“You can’t ride horses at least.” He grinned and laughed. “Another time then .”
“Okay.”
“Been a busy couple of days,” he remarked, walking toward me .
“I guess so .”
“I got your present .”
He stopped close to me, smirking. I felt my heart skip a beat. “Just returning the favor,” I said softly .
“Smell really is the strongest sense for memory,” he said .
“So you’ve been thinking about me .”
“Ever since you left my room that night .”
“Good,” I said, smiling. “How’s it feel to want ?”
“It feels good,” he said softly .
I took a step away and turned. “I’m not in the mood for this, Lucas .”
“For what ?”
“Your dirty jokes and comments. Just not in the mood today .”
“You’re never in the mood for it, wife. But that doesn’t stop you from liking it .”
I felt angry suddenly as my mother’s words came back to me. “Don’t be such a thug, Lucas .”
He laughed, surprised. “A thug ?”
“Yeah, a thug. A drug dealer. What do you want from me? Why are we still married ?”
I felt my anger rising, and I wanted to push him, to shove him to the ground. But he was too big, too solid, too strong. He could easily pin me to the floor and have his way with me. Half of me wanted him to, and the other half wanted to knee him in the balls .
“Where is this coming from?” he asked, genuinely bemused .
“My mother talked about you people. She said you guys lost some drug shipment lately. What are we wrapped up in, Lucas ?”
He stared at me for a beat and then burst out laughing .
“What?” I asked, frustrated. “It’s not a joke. Selling drugs isn’t a joke .”
“She told you that was a drug shipment ?”
“Yes,” I said, frustrated and annoyed. He was such an asshole. He was still smiling hugely, his face clearly amused. “And I don’t want to be involved with drug dealers .”
“Natalie, there weren’t drugs in that shipment .”
I paused. “I don’t believe you .”
He raised his hands, still smiling. “I swear on my dead mother’s soul, there were no drugs .”
“So
what’s the deal with this big shipment that got stolen, then? Why is it so shady ?”
“Really want to know ?”
“Just tell me, Lucas,” I snapped .
“Olive oil .”
That stopped me in my tracks. “What ?”
“Olive oil. We were selling the Russian mob olive oil .”
“That’s crazy. Why would mobs be involved in olive oil ?”
“Believe it or not, olive oil is the biggest business in Italy. It’s a huge, billion-dollar industry, and my family is a big part of that .”
“So why were you selling it to the Russians then ?”
“Well,” he said, laughing slightly, “it’s complicated. But basically, most olive oil isn’t really pure olive oil. It’s cut with something like canola oil, something cheaper. In Italy, that’s a huge crime, but my family has been in the fake olive oil business for centuries .”
“Fake olive oil,” I repeated .
“Yes. We were selling a shipment to the Russians wholesale. They were going to resell it in their shops, and we were going to make a small profit but a larger business associate .”
“So you don’t sell drugs ?”
He shrugged. “Some captains do. Some of the people that work for me do. I don’t personally get involved, but it is lucrative .”
I shook my head, annoyed. “Do you or don’t you sell drugs ?”
“No, Natalie, I don’t .”
“Okay.” I took a deep breath and looked at him. “Olive oil,” I said .
He nodded, grinning. “Yep. Olive oil. Lots of fake olive oil .”
“I guess that’s not as bad as heroin .”
“No. I don’t think so .”
I leaned up against the wall, taking a deep breath. “I feel really stupid right now .”
“Don’t,” he said, coming closer. “You’re new to the family, and we haven’t exactly been telling you anything .”
“Still. I should ask before I start accusing .”
He nodded, standing close, speaking softly. “Do you want to see something ?”
“See what ?”
“My favorite spot out here. It’s very close by .”
I shrugged. “Okay. Sure .”
He started walking toward the other end of the stable, and I hurried to follow him .
I couldn’t believe I had gone after him like that. He wasn’t a drug dealer after all, although he did sell fake olive oil. Maybe that was immoral, but it wasn’t exactly hurting anyone. I knew there were parts of their business that I wouldn’t agree with and wouldn’t personally get involved with, but I needed Lucas to be honest with me .
And I would believe him. I didn’t think he was lying when he said he didn’t sell drugs. He had no reason to be fake with me .
I felt better. I felt a little silly, but better .
We went to the far end of the stable, and he shifted a hay bale a few feet to the right. Bolted to the wall was a ladder that disappeared up into the ceiling .
“Up there,” he said .
I bit my lip. “That thing looks like it’s going to fall apart,” I said .
“It won’t. I promise .”
I stepped up to it. “Okay.” I began to climb .
I heard him climbing behind me. I kept going, not looking down, and soon I passed through the ceiling and into a wide, spacious area .
I climbed out onto the floor and he appeared just behind me .
“My favorite spot,” he said, gesturing around us .
We were in the attic or the roof of the stable, above the horses. There was hay all over on the floor, covering everything. It was strangely clean though, and it smelled nice. The one wall was all tinted glass, and we could see out along the grounds .
He led me by the hand over to a hay bale and we sat down, looking out across the yard .
I had to admit that it was beautiful. I’d been so busy feeling stressed out about everything that I hadn’t taken the time to just enjoy where I was .
The place was gorgeous. The animals, the building, the architecture, it was all so expensive, clean, and lovely. Despite my discomfort at times, I really was staying in an amazing place .
“So?” he said finally .
“Yeah,” I said, looking at him .
He pulled my body against his. “I keep thinking about those panties .”
I blushed and looked away. “I was only following your lead .”
“I liked it.” I looked up at him, and the look on his face sent my heart hammering in my chest .
“What did you like about it ?”
“Thinking about you touching that perfect, delicious little pussy of yours. And I know you were thinking about me while you did it .”
“I was,” I said .
He pulled my chin toward him. “Are you as sick of games as I am ?”
“I don’t know,” I said, breathless .
“I want you, Natalie. I don’t know what it is about you, but I need to fuck you. I need to make you come, make you mine .”
He pressed his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. Excitement ran in waves down my arms and legs as I pressed myself against him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close .
I wanted it. I knew I shouldn’t, knew it was wrong, but I wanted it anyway .
I kissed him back hungrily as our bodies pressed together, our mouths working, skin touching, hearts pounding. He kissed my neck and I let out a small gasp as he pulled my hair .
“Were you out by the pool?” he asked .
“Yes,” I said .
“Stand up .”
I listened, confused, excited .
“Strip,” he commanded .
“Lucas,” I said, shaking my head .
“I want to see your bikini. Strip .”
I did as he asked, pulling off my shirt and shorts and tossing them aside .
“Fuck,” he said. “I love your fucking body. Turn around .”
I turned, letting him see my ass .
“God you make me so fucking hard,” he said .
I blushed, a little embarrassed to be showing off my body, but incredibly excited. I liked his gaze on me. I liked what he was thinking about me. I knew he wanted me, knew he wanted my body, and that made my skin flush with excitement. The embarrassment only heightened that sensation .
“Come here,” he said. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap .
He kissed my neck, my lips, my breasts. I couldn’t help but let out small gasps and moans as his hands roamed my body slowly, grabbing my breasts, teasing my nipples, before slowly sliding down between my legs .
“Soaked,” he whispered. “Soaking wet. You dirty girl .”
“I can’t help it,” I said .
“I know you can’t. You’re mine .”
I felt his fingers slowly part my legs, sliding down my bikini bottoms. He began to rub my clit slowly, softly, sending amazing sensations through me .
“I’m not yours,” I said, trying to resist him .
“Pretend all you want, Natalie,” he said, working my pussy. I threw my arms around his neck and opened my thighs to give him more room. “But you’re my fucking wife. And you’re soaking wet every time I come near you .”
He reached up and untied the back of my bikini top, letting it drop to the ground. He kissed my chest and teased my nipples with his tongue as he continued to work my pussy, sliding fingers in and out of me, working my clit .
I adjusted myself, straddling his lap. He continued to work me, kissing my lips, rubbing my spot, and I could barely control myself. I’d never been so heightened before, so turned on. I reached down between his legs, grasping his thick cock through his pants. He grunted as I began to work him. I was losing myself in the moment, in his body, in the sensations he was sending through me. He was in complete control of the moment, and I knew it. We both knew it. I’d do whatever he wanted .
He slipped his hand out from my bottoms and I dropped down onto my knees. He was sitting on the hay bale,
looking at me as I unbuckled his pants and slid them down off his feet. I tossed his shoes and socks aside, leaving him in only his dress shirt and his tight black boxer briefs .
“I love watching you undress me,” he said. “I love that skin, those fucking tits, your lips .”
I reached up and slipped the underwear off him, sliding it down his legs and tossing it aside. His cock was thick and stiff, hard as hell .
“See what you do to me?” he said. “My cock is fucking harder than it’s ever been .”
I reached up and took it in my hand, slowly stroking him. “What do you want me to do?” I asked .
“Suck that cock, Natalie. Take that cock deep into your mouth and suck it hard .”
I obeyed, sliding the tip between my lips and sucking him hard. I took him as far as I could, sucking his cock with a frenzy and an excitement that I didn’t even realize I had .
He pressed my head down, groaning as I sucked him. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to suck his cock hard and deep. I pulled back and jerked him off using my spit, and I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt .
“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “I can see how badly you want it in your eyes .”
I looked away, blushing .
“Don’t pretend it’s not true,” he said, pulling my gaze back .
“I know it’s true,” I said .
“Good.” He finished unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it open. I stared at his chest, his muscular chest, and his ripped abs. I wanted to kiss every inch of that .
“Suck that cock now, Nat. Make me so hard I want to burst .”
I went back to work, sucked him slow and hard, looking up at him. He watched me take his cock in my mouth, grunting his pleasure. I kept my hands on either side of him on the hay bale, letting his dick slide in and out from between my lips. He began to thrust himself into my throat, and I took every inch of him, sucking his cock hard and rough .
“Touch yourself while you suck me,” he commanded .
I listened, reaching down between my legs. I had never touched myself in front of someone before, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t say no to him, didn’t want to say no. I began to rub my own soaked clit as I sucked his cock, and the fact that he was watching me pleasure myself sent excitement roaring through my veins .