by B. B. Hamel
I blinked, feeling all that pain and anger crest up to the surface then dissipate. The window as totally forgotten now as I stood in front of Dante, this incredibly intense man, and I knew that I was screwed. He was my only chance, but he was also the man keeping me captive.
“Okay,” I said, feeling deflated. “What am I supposed to do then?”
He reached out and took my chin, tipping my head up to look at him. “You do as I say.”
“Why?”
“Because you want to.” He smiled softly. “You can pretend all you want, but last night showed me everything I needed to see. You want to give yourself to me, you’re just too angry and afraid to do it. That’s why I’m going to make you submit.”
“How?” I asked, practically a whimper.
“Get down on your knees.”
I stared at him, my mouth hanging open, not sure what to do. His eyes never left mine as he watched me slowly sink down onto my knees in front of him. I was on the mattress and he was standing in front of me, his hand still on my chin, tipping my head back further.
“Good girl,” he said.
Then he leaned down and kissed me.
It was a kiss unlike any other I’d tasted before. His tongue ran along mine, his lips firm against my lips, and I completely lost myself in it. I couldn’t believe I was kissing my captor, but he was just so damn gorgeous that I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop myself. As soon as he kissed me I knew that everything he said was right and true, that I wanted to give myself to him completely but I was too afraid, that he was going to save me if I let him. I hated him and needed him and trusted him, although he was still a total stranger to me. It was the most insane thing I’d ever experienced before, but it felt too good to deny.
His kiss took me somewhere I never thought I’d go. It completely obliterated me and rebuilt me, taking me from the prisoner-girl to something else. I felt powerful for some insane reason, like I had control over this situation, a kind of control that he didn’t anticipate. While down on my knees for him, in the process of submitting to him, I felt more powerful than I ever had before.
Which was why I broke off the kiss and slowly pulled down his black shorts. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and so I took his hard cock in my hand and slowly stroked him root to tip.
He smirked down at me as I slowly worked him. “Is that what you want?” he asked me. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about?”
I nodded, staring up at him. He kissed me again then released me, tension running along my body. I sat up higher on my knees and took his thick cock in my mouth, taking him in as far as I could.
He was huge, a lot bigger than I thought he would be. I could barely fit him into my mouth. I sucked his tip, working him with my tongue, rolling circles around him. He groaned as I took him into my throat, maybe getting half of him, and then pulled back. A long string of saliva connected my tongue to his cock, and I took it in my hand as I began to stroke him.
“That’s right,” he said. “I want to see you choke on that fucking cock, Jodie,” he said. “I want to see you take every single inch of my big fucking dick. Can you handle that?”
“No,” I whispered.
“Yes, you can.” He took my head and pressed me back down. I took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth and throat, my other hand still slowly working his shaft. I suppressed my gag as he pulled me back and fucked my mouth, sliding himself in and out of my lips.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he said. “Your fucking mouth was made for my cock, you know that? Look at me.”
I looked up at him.
“You look so sexy with my cock between your lips.”
I moaned my response, his cock in my mouth, and he pressed me down again. He groaned loudly and I felt tears in my eyes, but I kept going, kept sucking him. He released me and I pulled back, taking a big breath before going at him again.
I took control, sucking his tip and stroking his shaft. I looked up at him as I did it, sucking his cock and jerking him. I used both of my hands on his big cock, sliding them along his shaft as I sucked him, moving faster.
“That’s right, jerk that cock off while you suck it, you fucking filthy girl. I’m going to make you bend to me, you hear that? I’m going to make you bend to my will right after you swallow my fucking cum.”
I moaned, working his shaft, sucking him faster. I could feel the tension, the uncertainty, and the stress melt away from me as I went at his cock with an intense single-mindedness. In that moment it was the only thing I needed or wanted, and I was dripping wet for him. I loved hearing him grunt and groan his pleasure, loved the way he talked dirty to me. Dante was a man that knew what he wanted and wasn’t shy about it, which attracted me to him so much more.
I went deep down on him again then he pulled me back. He bent forward, kissing me deeply, holding my head by my hair. I had my hands on his thighs as he kissed me and then he released me, pressing me back down onto his cock.
“Faster,” he commanded. “Suck that cock faster. Work that fucking shaft. I’m going to come right into your throat.”
I moaned, going faster, obeying him. I used both hands on his shaft as I sucked him, sliding up and down, faster and faster, working my tongue and lips along him. His groans got louder, faster, and I knew he was close.
I didn’t let up. I wanted his cum, wanted to taste him so badly.
He took my head, groaning. “Fuck, Jodie,” he said, pressing me down.
I felt him come in my throat, thick and fast bursts. I pulled back to taste him, getting his warm cum on my tongue as I swallowed every single drop.
When he was finally finished, I licked him clean. Every single inch of him I licked clean, taking every drop, swallowing every bit. I leaned back when I was finished, breathing deeply as he stared down at me.
“Good girl,” he said again and kissed me deeply.
When he finished kissing me, he pulled on his shorts. He gave me one last look and then left the room, shutting and locking the door behind him.
I sat there on the mattress, completely overwhelmed and blown away. I’d never experienced something so intense and so hot before. I had no clue what to think about it, but the fact that he could control me and take what he wanted from me, but made me do it voluntarily, made it so much hotter.
I couldn’t help myself. I laid back on the mattress and shoved my hand down my shorts. I was dripping wet as I began to fuck myself with my fingers, working my clit, sliding them in and out.
It didn’t take long to get myself off. I wasn’t even shy about moaning his name this time, since I was sure that he was listening. I wanted him to hear, wanted him to know what I was doing and why I was doing it. I wanted him to know that I was getting myself off because I wanted him so badly.
I came, thinking about Dante, his name on my lips, his taste still in my mouth. The orgasm was intense and overwhelming, even more so than the last two. When it finished, I stared up at the ceiling, panting to myself, breathing deeply.
My mind was blank for a while. There was nothing, and that felt incredible. Finally, I looked over toward the window and spotted the crack, well-hidden but visible if you knew what to look for.
I could get up and try to escape tonight. I could probably even get away, although I’d be pretty hurt. Dante said that his people would hunt me down and kill me, and then they’d kill him, but I didn’t know what to think. I knew I hated being in this room, but for some crazy reason I didn’t want to leave just yet.
Maybe it was because of Dante’s warning or because I wanted to see how much further Dante could take me, but I decided I wasn’t going to do anything with the window yet. Maybe I’d try to escape another time under better circumstances, but just not yet.
I could lie and pretend like it was an issue of timing, but really it was because I hadn’t given myself to Dante completely yet. I hadn’t fully submitted to him, and I wanted to, I wanted to submit to him so badly that it almost hurt.
Chapter 14
; Dante
I was still fucking ringing from that orgasm I had the night before when I woke up that morning. I kept my eyes shut as I came out of sleep, remembering Jodie’s lips wrapped around my cock and the hungry way she sucked me off, swallowing and licking me clean. It was absolutely incredible feeling her suck me like that, and it took some self-control not to go back into that room and beg that she do it again.
Too bad I wasn’t into demanding and I wasn’t into begging. I wasn’t going to force her to do anything that she didn’t want to do, and so far I could tell that I was pushing up against her in just the right ways. As soon as I left the room, she got herself off, which was a clear sign that she needed it just as much as I did.
The guilt of keeping her locked up in that room was beginning to hang heavily over me, though. She was right, she really had nothing to do in there but stare at the wall and pass time. Plus, she hadn’t had a good, hot shower since I took her, and that must have been pretty rough.
I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, sitting there for a minute, gathering myself. I hated the thought of her alone in that room, locked in there with nothing to do, slowly going crazy, unshowered and bored out of her skull. I knew that it was my fault she was in there, though not exactly my fault. Still, I didn’t have to keep her in there all the time. I could bring her out, feed her better food, let her take a hot shower. I could try and make this easier on her.
If I got caught going light on her, Gennaro wouldn’t be happy. I could explain it away by telling him that it was all part of my plan to make her compliant, but I wasn’t sure he’d buy it. His idea of making her compliant was to beat the fucking shit out of her until she cowered in fear every time I entered the room.
That wasn’t my game. I wasn’t going to hurt her no matter what. I was becoming more and more possessive of her, and I had a feeling she felt the same way about me.
We still didn’t know each other very well, though, which was odd. We were strangers who got thrown together in this fucked-up situation trying to make the best of it while going through some intense attraction.
I stood up, put on some shorts and grabbed the rope. I made up my mind and wasn’t gong to turn back. No more second-guessing myself.
I took the rope and went over toward the door. I knocked twice before slowly opening it. “Jodie?”
She sat up, staring at me. “You never knock,” she said.
“We’re going to try something different today.”
She cocked her head at me. “What?”
“Do you want to take a shower?”
She stared at me for a second before nodding slowly. “I’d like that very much.”
“Come here.” I stepped into the room. She stood up and walked over to me, looking at me suspiciously. “Hands,” I said.
She held her hands out and I tied her wrists together.
“It might be hard to shower, but I can’t take any chances,” I said. “If someone from the mob comes by and sees you out normally, we’d both be fucked.”
“Is that why?” she asked. “Or do you think I’ll try to run?”
“You could try. You wouldn’t get far.”
“What if I scream?”
“I’ll gag you and throw you back in here. But you’re not going to.”
“Why not?”
“Because you want to shower. And then you want to sit at the table with me and eat breakfast.”
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s go.”
I held the other end of the rope and led her back into the hallway. It was her first time outside of the room since bringing her into the apartment, and she was looking around curiously. My place was fairly large with hardwood floors and a high ceiling. Everything was pretty old, since the building we lived in was built in the twenties, but it was in decent shape. I wasn’t much of a decorator, but I kept shit neat and tidy at least.
I took her into the bathroom and started the shower.
“How am I supposed to undress?” she asked.
I smirked at her. “Need my help?”
“No,” she said quickly. “No. I’ll manage. Can you just turn around?”
“Fine.” I turned my back to her. I knew that might be a mistake, but I was trusting her.
I heard the sound of her pulling down her shorts and panties. Then she pulled off her shirt. “It’s stuck on the rope,” she said.
“Pass it through. I’ll take it off.”
I heard the curtain open then close. I looked back and saw her shirt dangling on the rope. I slipped it off the other end and tossed it on the ground.
“Holy shit,” she said. “Wow.”
I sat down on the toilet lid and smiled to myself.
“How is it?”
“Your water pressure is fantastic.”
“I know. Gotta have good pressure.”
“Holy shit. This feels so good.” She laughed. “I can’t believe it.”
“Good.” I smiled to myself and felt a thrill of excitement run through me. Jodie was naked and soaking wet on the other side of that curtain, and all I had to do was reach out and push it aside to see her. But I didn’t want to see her body that way, not without her permission, not without her begging me first.
“What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without a shower?” she asked me.
I thought back. “A few days once,” I said.
“Why?”
“I was on a stakeout.”
She giggled. “A stakeout? Like a detective?”
“Sort of. Except instead of catching bad guys, we were the bad guys.”
“Right. I forgot.”
“Forgot? I doubt it.”
She was quiet for another couple minutes before speaking up again.
“How did you get involved with the mafia?”
“I had a cousin that had a friend. They were both dealing drugs for the boss back then, a guy named Pagano. I had no real family anymore and nothing to do with my life, so I slowly started doing jobs for him. Pagano took me in, taught me everything I know.”
“So he’s your mentor?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
“What happened to your family?”
“Dad split. Mom was an alcoholic who liked to beat my ass. As soon as I got big enough to fight back, I ran off to stay with my grandma. But she died of lung cancer when I was fifteen, and so I had to fend for myself after that.”
“Where’s your mom now?”
“I don’t know. Dead in a gutter somewhere, I hope.”
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“You didn’t even know your old man was a mobster, did you?”
“Not for a long time. Our house was happy and normal, honestly. I didn’t figure it out until recently.”
“That’s amazing. Do you even know the stories about your father?”
“No,” she said quickly. “And I don’t want to know.”
I listened to the sound of her washing her hair for a minute or two. The water dropped onto the shower floor and she groaned with enjoyment. The room was getting steamy and I absently ran my fingers down the vanity mirror, leaving traces on the glass.
“I get that,” I said finally. “If I had a good childhood, I wouldn’t want to know. I wouldn’t want to ruin it.”
“Stories can’t take what I had away,” she said. “But maybe they’ll change it. I don’t know.”
“For what it’s worth, doing what we did to your family was just a job. It wasn’t personal.”
“I get it. My dad was a bad man.”
“We’re all bad men, princess.”
“But he was a good dad.”
“Good. Hold on to that.”
Another ten minutes later and the shower water stopped. She poked her head around the curtain, smiling at me. Water dripped from her hair and she looked beautiful, fucking radiant or some shit, just smiling at me, wet and clean.
“That was amazing,” she said. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I h
eard what you said last night about the room. I’m going to try and treat you better.” I grabbed a towel and handed it to her. “I’m sorry about that.”
“I get it.” She took the towel from me and closed the curtain. “We didn’t know each other. You had to be sure. You’re doing your job.”
“I still am,” I said. “Don’t forget that. My boss still expects certain things from me.”
“Like what?”
“Doesn’t matter. It’ll never come to that.”
She opened the curtain, the towel wrapped around her body. She smiled at me, her hair dripping wet, her gorgeous, naked body barely covered by my towel. I wanted to tear it off her and ravish her, take her right then and there. I wanted to fuck her rough and make her scream my name.
Instead, I stood up. “Want some clean clothes?”
“Yes,” she said. “I would like that very much.”
I laughed and we walked back into my bedroom. She looked around curiously as I rooted through my dresser. I tossed her a pair of gym shorts and an old t-shirt, which she caught and cocked her head for me.
“I can’t get this shirt on,” she said.
“Right.” I walked over. “Promise to be good?”
“Promise.”
I untied her hands. She rubbed her wrists slightly and stared at me for a second. We were standing close to each other, electricity arcing between us, tension building like a wall of wool. I wanted to tear that towel off and ravish her on the bed, and I could tell that was what she wanted, too, but I couldn’t risk it. Not yet, at least.
Reluctantly, I turned away from her. “Go ahead,” I said.
I heard the towel drop and hit the ground. I could feel my cock stiffen and my pulse race as I imagined her standing behind me, still damp from the shower, clean and naked and gorgeous. I wanted to see her perfect breasts, feel her pink pussy, lick the skin along her shoulders, but instead I kept my back turned. Just because she was my fucking prisoner, didn’t mean I had to take away all of her privacy.
“Okay,” she said. I turned around and she was standing there, a small smile on her face, wearing my t-shirt and gym shorts. They were rolled up around her hips and the shirt was too big, but she still looked fucking gorgeous.