by B. B. Hamel
It was covered in neat stacks of money.
“Holy shit,” I said. “How much is that?”
“Ten grand,” he said. “There’s more in a few other spots.”
“You really keep money under your mattress?”
“Sure do. You’d be surprised how few people actually look there.”
“Why are you showing me this?”
“Because I want you to understand that when the time comes, I will take care of you.” He shifted the mattress back into place and stepped toward me again.
“Why?” I asked him, soft as a whisper. “Why are you doing this?”
“There’s something about you, Jodie Walsh, something I tried to ignore but can’t anymore. You think this is easy?”
I shook my head. “I know it isn’t.”
He came closer to me and I didn’t back away. I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest, overwhelming me, and part of me wanted to turn away. Instead, I was transfixed by the strength in his eyes and the depth of emotion, the desire clear on his body.
“I’m turning away from my family for you,” he said softly, stopping just in front of me. He took my face in his rough hand. “I’m risking everything for you.”
“I’m a prisoner. I didn’t ask for this.”
“I know. I never wanted this for you.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
His eyes softened and a slight smile washed over his face. “Submit,” he said softly.
I felt a jolt of desire spike through me as I looked at him. My mouth fell open and I knew that my pussy was dripping wet. It was like I was conditioned to react to that word, and as soon as he said it I knew that I needed to feel him.
“How?” I asked.
“Strip.” He dropped his hand and stepped away.
I stared at him for a second. “Strip?” I asked.
He nodded but said nothing.
Almost like I was in a dream, I pulled off my shirt, revealing my breasts. My nipples were hard as goosebumps raced down my flesh. I stepped out of my shorts and underwear slowly. He didn’t move or take his eyes from me, and I loved the way he seemed to drink in my body. He stared at me, looking at every inch of my flesh, and I could feel how soaking wet my pussy was. For a second, I thought he might be able to see it slowly dripping down my leg. I was a pooling mess of need and desire as I stared at him, waiting.
“Turn,” he said.
I turned around, letting him see my ass. I heard a soft groan come from him and I looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes were hard as he stared at me.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. I did as he commanded. He stepped close to me and reached past me, closing the door. “Hands up,” he said. I put my hands up against the closed door and looked back at him.
My dripping wet pussy was out in the open, my back slightly arched, my ass there for him to do whatever he wanted with. I could feel the embarrassment deep down inside of me, but that was overwhelmed by my incredible desire for him. Dante stood there staring at me then slowly stepped up behind me, grabbed my hips, and dropped to his knees.
“Dante,” I said but that was quickly swallowed up by a deep moan as he pressed his fingers inside of me.
“I’m going to take you now,” he said. “You’re going to stay right there and let me do whatever I want to your body. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he slid his fingers in and out.
“Don’t move an inch. You’ll keep this perfect cunt out just like this, legs spread wide for me, until I’m finished with you.”
“Dante,” I moaned. “I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.”
“Good girl.” He gripped my hips harder then pressed his tongue between my legs, sliding it up and down my smooth clit. He began to lap me, licking my juices, tonguing inside of my pussy. I’d never had a man eat me from behind, and the though sent shivers of pleasure rocking down my spine.
Dante clearly knew what he was doing as his tongue explored my every inch. I did as he asked and stood there, hands against the door, body bent forward as his tongue did his dirty work. I moaned his name in low, deep gasps as he pressed his tongue inside and out, rolling along my skin, licking me up.
“I’ve been dreaming about this taste,” he said. “Every night since we first met. And fuck Jodie, you taste better than I could have imagined. This fucking pussy is delicious.”
I groaned as he dove back in. He slapped my ass then tongued my pussy deep inside, not being shy and not holding back. He licked every single inch of me, and wave after wave of pleasure assaulted my mind.
Finally, he stood up. I looked over my shoulder to watch him undress. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted muscular body and the wild tattoos inked into his skin. He smirked as he pulled off his pants and his underwear, revealing his hard, thick cock. He stroked himself while looking at me and I could tell he was rock hard.
“Fuck, girl,” he said. “I don’t think you can understand how fucking sexy this ass is to me right now.”
“Show me,” I said. “Show me how sexy you think it is.”
He groaned. He actually groaned as he stepped up behind me, gripping my hips. He took my hair and pulled my head back, tipping my chin up, and pressed his lips against my ear.
“Are you sure you can take it?” he asked. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Please. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Good girl,” he said and then pressed his cock deep inside of me.
I gasped as his thick cock filled me. He slipped easily deep between my legs and a sweet pleasurable pain filled me as he moved his hips, getting every inch of himself deep inside. I never thought he’d be able to slide himself fully inside of me, but there he was buried to the hilt, and I could barely control myself.
“I knew you could handle it,” he whispered as he slowly slid himself in and out. “Look at this pussy. It’s built for fucking, you know that?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “It’s built for you.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he groaned and slapped my ass. “You dirty fucking girl. You’ve been dreaming about taking my cock for days now, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “Every night. I’ve been touching myself.”
“I know, you dirty slut. I’ve been jerking my cock thinking about you. I’ve been dreaming about licking your cunt, lapping you up, and then fucking you until you were left quivering on the floor.”
“Yes,” I moaned as he began to fuck me harder, his skin slapping against my round ass. “That’s what I want.”
He began to rock himself in and out, fucking me deeper, fisting my hair and slapping my ass. He pulled me back as he began to fuck me faster, rough and dirty. I kept my hands where he told me to keep them, legs spread wide for him, but I backed my ass up against him, greedy for every inch.
“When you sucked my cock the other night, I knew you could handle me. I could tell you were special when you swallowed every drop. Do you want to swallow my cum again?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I want to do whatever you say.”
“That’s a good girl.” He said. “You’re so fucking wet. Is this how wet you were when you got yourself off after sucking my cock?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “I can’t help it.”
“I know you can’t. You pretend like you’re a good girl, but we both know that deep down you’re a filthy slut that needs my thick cock.”
“I am,” I moaned. “I’m your filthy girl.”
Sweat was dripping down my body as he fucked me. We were two animals rutting, out of our minds with want and need. He fucked me harder from behind, slapping my ass, and I knew it was going to be bright red. But the little extra pain only made the pleasure so much sweeter, which wasn’t something that I knew about myself.
He reached one hand around my hips and began to work my clit as he fucked me. More pleasure wracked my skin and mind as we found the perfect rhythm, grinding and fucking, skin and
flesh rubbing together. I was soaked, which made his fingers feel incredible as his cock filled me.
Back and forth we rocked and worked, fucking and sweating. I was overwhelmed by pleasure and desire, and I knew I was close to coming. It was sitting on the edge of my vision, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to obliterate me. I wanted it so desperately, needed it badly as I worked my hips harder, using the door for leverage as I bucked up against him.
He groaned loudly, fucking me harder, pressing me back. He collapsed my arms and pushed me against the door, slamming our bodies together as he pushed deep inside of me.
“Fuck,” I gasped. He fucked me savagely, slamming deep inside of me. I pushed back and he found my clit again, back to our original position, working in that perfect rhythm.
“You’re close,” he said in my ear. “I know you are. You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “I want to come. I want to come on your cock, Dante.”
“Tell me you submit to me.”
“I submit,” I moaned. “I’m yours. I’m all yours, Dante.”
“Now come for me,” he commanded.
And I did. I knew I would as soon as I said that I submitted to him. Pleasure washed over me as I came hard on his thick cock, the orgasm pressing down with all its weight on my body. I twitched, practically convulsing as my muscles seized and tensed.
I probably blacked out for a second. When I came to, he was fucking me wildly, not holding back at all.
“Swallow my cum,” he commanded me. “On your knees now.”
I quickly turned and dropped to my knees as he stroked himself. I opened my mouth just as he came in thick spurts onto my tongue. He moaned loudly as I sucked his tip, finishing him off and swallowing every single drop.
When he was finished, he gently lifted me up and took me over to his bed. We collapsed together onto the mattress, his arms wrapped around me, our naked bodies pressed together.
For the first time since my parents were killed, I felt safe. Maybe it was crazy to feel safe in the arms of my family’s killer and my kidnapper, but it was the truth. I felt secure, like nothing could happen to me no matter what, and I knew it was because of Dante. He made me feel right in a way I’d never experienced before.
And he knew how to fuck me. It was crude but that was the truth. He clearly knew what he was doing with my body, and it made me feel incredible when he was inside of me. I felt desired and powerful, but also I knew that he was in total control and always would be. It was a strange feeling, being both powerful and submissive, but Dante managed to make me feel that way.
I didn’t think I’d ever find that in another man, but I didn’t know what we were going to do.
Still, for the moment, I let him wrap his arms around me and hold me close against him and I savored every single moment.
Chapter 16
Dante
I woke up, lazy and still tired as the sun swarmed in through the partially open window. Outside, I could hear the sounds of a city that was already awake. I smiled to myself as I realized that it was after ten in the morning, and I had slept way later than normal.
Jodie was still asleep next to me. I laid back and stared up at the ceiling reliving the night before in every single glorious detail. I could see the way her pussy dripped for me, her perfect legs spread wide. I could still feel her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.
In that moment, I remembered a conversation I had with Pagano a long time ago, back when I was just starting out.
”What’s your vice, kid?” he asked me.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your vice, your fucking weakness. Some guys, it’s booze. Some guys, it’s pussy. What’s yours?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t have one.”
“Everyone has one. It’s the guys that don’t know what their vice is that end up getting consumed by it. You get me?”
“I guess.”
“Listen to me, kid: don’t get suckered by your vice. It’ll make you feel good, like you’re the fucking king of the world, but that feeling never, ever lasts. One day you’ll wake up hungover but sober and realize you have nothing, absolutely nothing, because you wasted your time chasing tail. Get me?”
“Sure,” I said.
I didn’t get him back then, not really. I was twenty years old and the idea of getting too much pussy or drinking too much whisky seemed impossible to me. Only weak men couldn’t handle their shit, I thought foolishly. But as the years passed, I began to see what Pagano was talking about as I saw men fall to their vice, whether that was pussy or heroin or violence.
I still didn’t know what my vice was. I didn’t know if it was pussy or drinking, although I didn’t drink nearly as much as some of the fucking alcoholics in the family. I got pussy, that was true, but I didn’t spend all my time chasing after it. Fortunately I never really had to, pussy always seemed to find me.
Pagano was right about most things, though. Every man had a vice and it was easy to see every time I went out collecting for the family. I met men with all kinds of vices, from gambling to fucking foot fetishes, men that couldn’t handle their addictions and let them completely destroy their lives. I’d met plenty of men like that, and I knew that everyone was capable of falling like that.
Except I still didn’t know what my vice was, and that scared me. I thought about that conversation every once in a while, trying to see it, but I never could.
I looked across the bed and saw Jodie, gorgeous and innocent Jodie, sexual and dirty Jodie, and wondered if maybe she was my vice.
That couldn’t be it. Then again, that was exactly what every other asshole thought.
She began to stir and rolled over, blinking at me. I smiled at her.
“Good morning.”
She sat up. “Oh shit,” she said. “I fell asleep. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said.
“Shouldn’t I have been, you know . . . “
“Locked back up?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Probably. But who cares. Want to shower?”
She nodded again, this time with a smile on her face. “Yes, please.”
“Go ahead. I’ll be in behind you.”
She got out of the bed, stretching. I caught a glimpse of her perky ass as my large dress shirt pulled up along her hips. She smiled at me again then headed out into the hallway. I heard the bathroom door open and shut, and then the water turn on.
I rolled onto my side and found my phone, smiling to myself. I went to check it, but the battery had died sometime during the night. I found my charger and plugged it in then waited a couple minutes, idly imagining Jodie’s body dripping wet. Finally, the phone turned back on.
It instantly buzzed and I realized I had some missed calls. I opened up my messages app and scrolled through my texts, frowning, until I found one from Drago around eleven last night.
Boss wants me to check on the fucking girl. I’ll be over in the morning.
And then, a couple hours later around three in the morning, another message.
Actually, probably be over like ten or some shit. I’m fucked up man.
Realization hit me. “Shit,” I said out loud as I went down the hall and threw open the bathroom door.
“Dante?” Jodie asked. “Were you that impatient to see me again?”
“Get out of the shower,” I said. “Hurry.”
“What’s going on?” She poked her head out from behind the curtain.
“Drago, that guy from the other day, he’s on his way over right now. Quick, get out.”
“Shit,” she said. “Can you stall him? My hair is already wet.”
“No,” I said. “I can’t.”
She shut off the water and hopped out. I wrapped a towel around her as she quickly began to dry herself off. I went back into the bedroom, grabbed her old clothes, and brought them back.
“You’ll have to wear these,” I said.
“Why?”
“He can’t know that I’m treating you well. They think I’m breaking you, remember?”
She nodded, frowning. “Okay, yeah.” She rubbed her hair with the towel then shook her head. “This will never dry. You don’t have a blow-dryer by any chance, do you?”
“Actually, I have one just for situations like this?”
She made a face at me. “Is this the time for jokes?”
“Probably not. Come on.”
She quickly got dressed while I turned my back, wondering why I was bothering with modesty at a time like this. I checked my phone and it was ten after ten, and I knew Drago was going to show up at any minute. He was a drunk asshole and a bastard, but he was usually pretty prompt.
Once she was dressed, I took her into the bedroom. She climbed onto the mattress and leaned up against the wall.
“What if he notices my wet hair?” she asks.
“I’ll tell him I hosed you down this morning to wake you up.”
“Nothing else is wet in here.”
“Shit, I don’t know.”
“Tell him you let me shower.”
“Why?”
She bit her lip and looked away. “Because I smelled too bad and you got tired of fucking a gross chick.”
I sighed. “That might work.”
“If you think of something better, go for it.”
“Fine. For now, that’s what I’ll say.”
I hated that she was talking about me raping her. I hated that we were having this discussion at all. I didn’t want her to go back into this room ever again but clearly that wasn’t going to happen. At some point, Drago and Gennaro were going to want to take the girl away, though I thought I had more time to plan our escape. Clearly Gennaro didn’t trust me fully, and so he was sending Drago to check up on me.
That fucking bastard. I wanted to kill Gennaro so badly that it almost hurt. I didn’t hold this against Drago, though I wanted to hurt that bastard almost as much. Drago was just a pawn in all this, just a soldier doing as he was told. He didn’t have any control over it. It was Drago’s nature to be a sick fuck, but Gennaro was different. He was smarter and understood what he was doing was fucked up. He just didn’t care. All he wanted was to make a profit regardless of who got hurt or what it cost.