by DJ Parker
He stopped walking and looked at me suspiciously before saying, “Please don’t be afraid of me.”
“That is easy for you to say when you’re not the person who watched a man get beat to a pulp…not to mention that you dragged me in here. So please excuse me if I don’t want to take my chances with you,” I said angrily, as my voice rose to a higher pitch.
Running his hand down his face to ease the forming tension, Andriano began walking towards me again. I took a few steps back and released the breath that I was holding when I saw him take a seat in front of the desk. He leaned his elbows forward and rested them on each knee, as he clasped both hands together to rest his chin. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and then started staring at me again.
“I’m sorry that you had to see that. I can’t really explain what came over me, other than that I was trying to protect you,” he casually said with a nonchalant shrug.
“Protect me from who? That man works for you, and he is my friend. He probably defended me because you grabbed my arm like a rag doll. If anything, I needed protection against you,” I said heatedly, as I placed the palm of my hand to my chest. “You ruined my date with…” I began.
“A date? It’s over for him,” he said with hostility in his tone, as his hand clenched into a fist. His eyes seemed to go dark and cold within seconds. His facial expression was hard and unreadable.
“Yes, a date,” I said, putting distinct emphasis on each word. “It is none of your business who I decide to date. You leave Jacob out of this. It’s bad enough that you assaulted him for no reason,” I shouted. He was so infuriating, and it was bothersome that I was behaving totally out of character. “You better leave him alone,” I warned.
“Or else what?” he asked, as he stood and towered over my shivering frame. “You’re my fucking business. Remember that shit before you think about dating,” he shouted, as he tossed the chair that he was sitting on across the room with ease. Pointing a long finger at me, he said, “Simone, I…I really don’t want to fight with you. I just got back, and all I want is…”
“I’m not your fucking property. You don’t own me. We fucked, and that’s it,” I said. Then I halted my words, as a realization dawned on me. “Oh, I get it, now. I see what this is all about. You think that—because I gave my virginity up to you, picked up your phone calls, and responded to your text messages—that you have some entitlement,” I said, as I stood my ground. He ignored my statement and walked past me and sat behind his desk.
“You want my pussy, right?” I said mockingly, as I began stripping off each article of my clothing. His breathing became heavier and more drawn out, as he readjusted his position in his seat…watching me now, with lustful grey eyes.
Standing naked before him, I sarcastically said, “One last fuck, coming right up. If sleeping with me one last time will get you to leave me alone, then so be it.”
I boldly walked behind the desk and slid on top of him in a sitting position, before resting my back against the cold glass top desk. Spreading my legs wide open, I took a deep breath and waited for him. After a brief moment, he stood up and took off his white blazer. His muscular thick arms and wide shoulders were wrapped in a red snug cashmere shirt. He watched me closely. I became distracted when my eyes strayed down to his bulging sack that practically demanded freedom. Who am I kidding? I want his dick to be free, too. He sat back down on the large leather padded executive desk chair. As he wheeled his chair closer until it touched the desk, I started to feel nervous about my half-thought-out plan.
Cupping my sopping mound with the smooth palm of his hand, he huskily asked, “Do you really think that this would be our last time? You should see how wet you are for me when I touch you down here.” His words paused, as he teasingly slid his index finger into the core of my being. Inhaling deeply, I attempted to close my thighs out of fear of all the emotional entanglements that were brewing within. He stood up and towered over my body. He then placed hot kisses around my neck and collarbone. Grabbing both thighs, he tenderly pried open my legs and began more explorations with his tongue, like a voyager on a journey.
Exhaling, I arched my back and leaned up to greet his front with my rock hard nipples grazing his solid chest. With a breathless whisper, he continued to talk against my skin as he slid down south, holding my sex with his large hand.
“You have no idea just how much I missed the taste of this pussy. All I could think about was your sweet cream oozing into my mouth,” he said, as he groped my wet folds. Spreading my tender lips wide open, he used his index and middle fingers to smack my throbbing clit. Staring at me with sex comatose eyes, he said, “You are not in control of this…remember that.” Withdrawing his hand from my tender mound, he leaned back in the chair and started rubbing my legs.
“Open wide, baby,” he commanded with great satisfaction.
Chapter Eleven
Andriano
She really thought that her little plan of throwing her pussy at me was going to turn me off completely from her…
My mouth watered, as my gaze fixed on her silky wet labia. I wanted to tug and suck on each lip to see how swollen it could get. Her skin was undeniably soft and velvety smooth as I kissed her right leg, paying close attention to her defined calf. Sticking my tongue out, I left a trail behind as I licked her kneecap down to her thighs, stopping short just before her center. I couldn’t get enough of her scent, as my cock became harder than I ever thought it could get.
Running my hand over her mound, I felt the burning heat radiating from her hot cunt. I couldn’t contain myself any longer, as I replaced my hand with my mouth and completely lost all control. I looked up at her and commanded her to watch me eat her. She needed to know that this was my pussy for the taking. Her big beautiful light brown eyes turned dark—almost blackened by lust, as she willingly obeyed. My hands snaked up her body and cupped her beautiful breast. Loud moans escaped her lips as she tilted her head backward, curved her top body upward, and yanked my hair.
“Ohhh God….ohh ohh…yes…yess—yessss!” she gloriously moaned, as she expressed her pleasure.
Placing my index finger and thumb over her swollen clit, I squeezed and pulled the protruding nub as I tongue fucked her tight pussy hole. She lifted her body and pushed her pussy into my mouth, riding me into oblivion. Bringing her to her first climax of the night, I relished in the oncoming warm flow of her cream. She screamed and yanked my hair, as she released her sweet love fluid all over my mouth. Welcome home, Andriano, I thought, as I greedily licked her plate clean. Standing up, I pulled my pants and boxers down, letting them pool down over my shoes.
Tugging the first drawer open, I reached in and retrieved a condom. The tip of my dick touched her trembling pussy, causing me to abandon the unopened condom and painfully slide straight into her with quick precision. She took a deep breath and attempted to move herself upward to escape my thrusting dick. I grabbed both of her wrists—pinning each against the side of her thighs—and hammered into her dripping canal.
“I waited two weeks for this,” I huskily said, as I slowly eased my vengeful cock into her, pausing midway while I regained my composure. She was extremely tight, as her snug box wrapped around my length. I was bound to nut deep inside her if I didn’t pace myself. “I couldn’t wait to get back here to taste my pussy again,” I said. Sliding all the way into her, I applied pressure to her wrists as I savored her pussy welcoming me in. She let out a piercing cry before chanting my name in breathless moans through clenched fists.
Then there was a knock on the door.
She started to squirm herself to freedom. I held on tighter and sent hard deep thrusts into her, ignoring the knocks. Releasing one of her wrists, I dragged my hand over her clit and rubbed the throbbing nub fast, as I leaned forward and plunged my tongue into her moaning mouth. The knocks became harder, synchronizing with the hard pounding that I was slamming into her delicious body. Breaking away from her mouth, I grabbed her body and pinned her against the wa
ll. Hooking her sexy legs over my forearms, I increased the speed and deepened the penetration to go farther into her. Holding onto her waist, I lifted her body up until the tip of my shaft, and her entrance met. Then I slammed her down hard onto me. Clawing at my shoulders and back, she screamed my name as she closed her eyes and wrapped her legs firmly around my waist. Squeezing her grasping hole tightly, she released a sharp piercing scream as she came all over my cock.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” I whispered faintly against her lips, meaning every word.
“Andriano, open up. We got a situation out here,” said Nicolai loudly with louder knocks on the door. Breaking our hypnotic trance, I regretfully slid out of her and lowered her body down. Standing on her own now, I lowered myself down her body where my lips connected with her nether lips. I kissed her passionately down there and licked her leaking pussy clean with one sweep of my tongue. Her hands went to my head, as she released a soft groan.
“Andriano, we got a situation out here. Open the fucking door, man,” screamed an irate Nicolai.
“I will be right out,” I shouted, while I regretfully walked towards the door. Turning around, I motioned for Simone to go to the bathroom and wait. She collected her stuff and scurried into the bathroom. I pulled my pants up and opened the door to stare at a fuming Nicolai and smug looking Vincenzo.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked impatiently. Brushing their bodies past me, they walked into the room and observed the chaotic display before their eyes. A tossed chair lying across the room and rumpled papers were on my desk and all over the floor.
“Where is she?” asked Vincenzo slyly.
Ignoring his question, my jaw twitched as I turned towards Nicolai. “I’m only going to ask one more fucking time. What the fuck do you want?”
Simone
After putting on my last article of clothing, I looked at myself in the mirror and attempted to compose my disheveled hair. My phone vibrated, breaking my concentration. Looking down, I saw six missed calls from Victoria and five missed calls from an unknown number. Ignoring the incoming text messages, I called Victoria back and told her that I would meet her in the front in ten minutes. Leaning over the sink, I turned the faucet on and washed what was left of my makeup off my face.
After drying my face with a paper towel, I further inspected my appearance. Inhaling deeply, I cracked the door slightly, causing all conversations to cease. All three men looked at me. Andriano stood there, looking like the king who epitomized sex appeal. His rippled abs and muscular, hairless chest were begging to be touched and licked. Even after two orgasms, I ogled this man as wetness seeped out between my thighs.
The atmosphere seemed intense, as all three men looked like they were in a heated discussion. Opening the door wider, I stepped out and tried to walk towards the door when Andriano softly halted me by holding onto my arm. Looking up at his impertinent grey eyes, I sucked in a deep breath and stopped walking.
“Please, just wait in the bathroom for me. We’re almost done talking,” he said, breaking eye contact to look over at Nicolai and Vincenzo.
“Yes, Simone, we’re wrapping this conversation up. We will leave you both to resume your previous conversation soon,” said Vincenzo, with a hint of humor in his voice.
“I have to go. Victoria is waiting for me. Besides, I need to do a few errands tomorrow morning,” I said quickly, as I stepped around him. Opening the door, I walked out and kept walking until I made it to the front of the lounge to find a frantic Victoria.
“I was looking all over for you. Did you see what Andriano did to Jacob?” Victoria asked, while she tried to hail a taxi.
“Yes, I saw what happened. Do you know where he is?” I asked, feeling guilty that I was the reason why he was assaulted.
“I don’t know. I just saw the bouncers drag him towards the back. Kurt went back there to check out what happened, but he never returned. What could Jacob possibly do for Andriano to beat him up like that?” she asked.
“It’s because of me,” I admitted. “He was attacked by Andriano because we were dancing.” I proceeded to tell her what had transpired between Jacob and Andriano. I couldn’t reveal to her how I degraded myself by having sex with Andriano in his office. Victoria remained silent for the duration of our ride back to our dormitory. She rested her head on my shoulder, as I tilted my head back to lay it against the headrest.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked Victoria, after a few minutes of silence.
“Sure, what’s up?” she asked, leaning up to face me.
“What kind of job does Andriano do? Is he a business owner?” I asked.
Taking a deep breath, Victoria averted her eyes to look outside the car window. “He owns The Land, City Night Limits, and a few other businesses,” she answered quickly.
I opened my mouth and clamped it shut when I realized that Victoria seemed uncomfortable about the topic. For the remainder of the ride, we rode in silence, both of us wrapped up in our own deep thoughts.
Chapter Twelve
Andriano
“What do you want us to do, Andriano? He wants to cut us in with a high percentage from the products that he sells during club night hours. All of the products are top of the line and guaranteed to be profitable,” said Vincenzo, in attempt to convince Andriano of the prospective opportunity.
“I don’t want that shit touching any of our businesses. That only means that we are going to have to pay the cops even more money when we have broads in here strung out and shit,” I said heatedly. I was once again sexually frustrated after being interrupted by my two cousins. I knew that I crossed the line when I attacked Jacob. But watching Jacob’s hands on her waist while she gyrated her hips in a circular motion caused the anger that I suppressed to spew out. She managed to set me back 10 steps, as she released the nefarious beast that was caged up and sealed away. I become a jealous, unrecognizable, and an easily angered man when it comes to her. I wanted to hate her, but foreign emotions replaced all negative feelings that I wanted to have for her. I’ve just never been so out of control in my entire life.
“That’s exactly what I told him. He told this motherfucker that he could do a little test run tonight…” began Nicolai.
“You stupid fuck, I swear on our grandfather’s grave that I will strangle you myself if you don’t tell that fucker to remove his product and the people he sold it to from my fucking property. Right—fucking—now,” I screamed, as I pounded my fist on my desk.
“Andriano, please,” Vincenzo began as he folded his hands into prayer form. “Please try to be reasonable. This is guaranteed to bring us at least $100,000 a week,” he pleaded.
“A 100 G’s only? We make over that amount in just two days. Most of that money would be used to pay off the fucking cops for fucking insurance. What profit would we really make? Huh? Think about it. The only person who turns a profit over our fucking head will be the dealer. You interrupt my fucking night over a schmuck?” I shouted as I pointed my index finger at Vincenzo.
“Vin, use your fucking brain. You want more responsibilities to run businesses, but you’re willing to take on a shitload of unnecessary baggage just for a fucking measly one-hundred G’s. Handle this shit tonight,” said Nicolai sternly to his younger brother, before turning and walking towards the door.
“Before you leave, Nicolai, remember that we have a meeting tomorrow,” I said. I withdrew from my desk drawer two pieces of paper with the address and time written down. I handed each man a paper. Both of them looked down and confirmed their attendance before Nicolai left the office.
Turning to face me, Vincenzo solemnly said, “I’m sorry Andriano. I really am. I tried to take some initiative to bring more profitable business ventures in…but…I didn’t think it through on this situation.”
“Fix it. Get the dealer and the people he sold it to out of my lounge right now,” I said calmly. Nodding his head to indicate compliance, Vincenzo quietly left the office.
Staring at the c
losed door, I replayed in my head everything that had taken place tonight. I didn’t get a chance to release my pent up frustration into the one woman who caused me much dismay. Slamming my fist onto the table, I knocked the rest of the papers onto the floor and screamed out my agony. I was about to throw my cell phone across the room when it started vibrating. Looking down, I saw a lengthy text message from the woman who tormented my mind, body, and soul.
Simone: I can’t do this with you. For almost two weeks, you called consistently up until two days ago. I don’t expect much of an explanation from you, especially since we are not in a relationship. But, I can’t keep allowing you to fuck me whenever you want to. This is the second time that we were intimate without protection. I don’t know what you have, and I sure as hell don’t want to be pregnant. Tomorrow, I’m going to the bank to take out the money that you deposited. After I give it back to you, I will really appreciate it if we go our separate ways and pretend that none of this happened. Goodnight.
Andriano: Goodnight, bella mia.
Chapter Thirteen
Simone
“I’m sorry miss, but you cannot withdraw the full amount from either account. The policy at this branch only allows the maximum of $25,000 to be withdrawn from all domestic accounts,” said the kind, pretty female bank teller.
“If this is my money, why can’t I withdraw the full amount?” I asked, feeling a sense of imperativeness brewing within.
“Unfortunately, this is the bank’s policy,” said the bank teller apologetically.
Placing two fingers to my temple to soothe the throbbing headache, I briefly closed my eyes. Opening my eyes again, I stared at the bank teller who appeared uneasy. “Can you deposit the amount that is in the savings account into my checking account, please?” I asked.