by J. L. Beck
Spreading my legs just the slightest bit, I bite my lip hard to stop myself from crying out. The simplest movements have me on the edge.
He looks down at me, a hunger so deep and primal within him, I wonder if he has changed into an animal.
He lingers over my lady bits before bringing his eyes back up to mine.
“You’re beautiful and untainted. You really are mine in every…single…way.” His fingers separate my folds before I hear him drop to his knees. All I can feel is his hot breath on my entrance. I close my eyes as confusion and lust fill every pore of my body. I can’t help but feel like I’m betraying myself. I want him, I admit, but to want him this badly after all he has done, after only knowing him a short time… Is it wrong?
I’m not given the chance to answer my own question. His tongue slips between my folds as he gives me a full lick from bottom to top. Biting my lip hard, I try my hardest not to let the moan escape, but it echoes throughout the room loudly.
“Tell me, does this feel good?” he questions, his thick finger entering me slowly, so slowly that it almost hurts.
“Ahhh…” Is all I can manage as he slides in and out of me, so slowly, I would much rather have him put that gun to my head again.
“Or this?” His tongue dives in as he pumps in and out of me. He sucks my clit into his mouth while nipping, tenderly. I’m on the very edge, but he somehow stops me from coming.
“Yes,” I pant out. My hands go straight to his hair. It’s soft and makes me want to do so many more things than what we are currently doing.
“Am I a monster, piccolo?” His voice is just above a whisper. When I don’t answer him, I hear his growl and feel his assault on my clit.
“Yes…Yes…Yes…” I scream. I’m so close to getting my release. I feel myself growing wetter with every slip of his finger inside.
“I am?” he questions with amusement in his voice. He is enjoying torturing me, and that alone makes him a monster. His finger withdraws from me only to be replaced by his tongue. He swirls it around, dipping it in and out. Never giving me enough.
“I’m dying,” I groan. I feel as if I am dying since my body is on the verge of climax, but he won’t let me get there.
“Death, piccolo, wouldn’t be nearly as peaceful or pleasurable,” he purrs against my clit, giving it one last tug before he inserts two fingers inside me. He pulls his face away as he places one hand on my lower abdomen and uses his other to plow in and out of me.
“Fuuuuuck…”
“Yes?”
“Yes…I mean, no. Wait, what was the question?” I feel my ass cheeks sliding across his desk. The intensity of his thrusting with me pushing against him pushes me over the edge. My insides clench, and the burning consumes me as a deep warmth radiates gloriously throughout my body.
I feel myself falling back down to earth. My eyes are heavy, and every part of my body feels like I have been through the wringer. I smile blissfully. He may be an evil man, someone who kills people with his hands and guns, but he definitely knows how to pleasure a woman. He can cause you extreme pain or bring you to great lengths of pleasure.
“Coming back down to earth, piccolo?” he teases, his tongue running across my stomach, dipping into my belly button. I tense as my body is still reeling with aftershocks. I can’t handle anymore, and I whimper as I pull my legs together.
“Yes, you are still a monster,” I murmur as I find my voice again. My brain slowly returns to its normal function when I sit up, I take in his messy hair and the dashing smile on his face. His eyes twinkle with darkness, need, and even a want deep within. I smile smugly to myself as I realize I affected him this way.
“I am. This, I already know. I possess the tools to kill someone with pain or pleasure.” His words are like silk to my insides, melting me over and over again. He doesn’t even have to touch me. This is dangerous; he is dangerous.
The papers that were on his desk have fallen to the floor. I gaze down at his cock. The material of his shorts is tented, letting me know he is very hard and very ready for more.
I have seen videos of girls giving blow jobs and guys eating girls out. I often imagine doing it, but nothing compared to the real thing.
“It’s your turn,” Lorenzo coaxes. “I want your lips wrapped around my cock. That’s all I want today.”
Just a blow job. I can do that. He just made me come, I’m merely returning the favor.
Slipping from the desk, I drop to my knees. The plush carpet against my legs makes me shiver. His smile slips as I tug his pants down and release him. His cock springs free like a caged animal.
I bite my lip nervously before leaning in to lick him from base to tip. He smells of soap and pure male. It is enticing and makes my blood sing. I have never been bad, never done anything wrong in my life, but this man has me wanting to cross off a whole list of bad things.
“Take me…” he rumbles, his hand winding into my hair as he pulls it tightly. It stings, almost painfully, but at the same time, it shakes me to the core. I watch him carefully as my lips slip over his cock, taking almost all of him into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the head. His teeth grit, his jaw clenching under pressure.
I can’t help but reach up and trace the planes of his stomach. His muscles constrict with every lick and suck from my mouth.
“Sei e’ angelo.” His words are a whisper, and though I’m not sure what he’s saying, it sounds beautiful. I take him deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat with precision, and I start to gag. My instinct is to pull away, but he holds me in place.
“Just relax your throat so I can fuck it. You’ll learn how to control your gag reflex.” His hands clutch my hair tightly, keeping my face directed up to his. We stare into one another’s eyes until I feel his balls tightening, and his movements become jerky.
“I want you to swallow it. Swallow every drop I give you. Taste it, knowing that next time it will be in your tight little cunt.” His crude words seem to have a direct line to my pussy, which starts to throb again. I moan around his cock, making him thrust into my mouth harder.
His eyes close, and for one tiny minute in time, I get to see a part of him that is peaceful, a part of him that shows insecurity. For a moment, he is stripped bare of all other things that he will be for the day. Right now, he is mine, and I’m okay with that.
Hot semen hits the back of my throat, and though it tastes salty and absolutely disgusting, I swallow every last drop.
He smiles at me like the devil who has just stolen my soul. “I underestimated the hold you have on people. On me.” He says the words out loud, but it seems as if he is talking to himself.
“You’re very welcome, Lorenzo,” I mock him, coming to stand next to him. His eyes flare with anger and something else, something deep within. I just can’t place the look.
“You should be thanking me.”
I cock an eyebrow. Is this man ever not so full of himself? “I shouldn’t be thanking you. We should be thanking each other,” I respond haughtily. Turning on my heels, I go over to my new closet to find something to wear. Generally, I’m modest and shy about my body, but he has already seen my goodies, and his tongue has tasted them…
When I come out with my clothes in hand, he is still standing there staring at me. His finger, the one he dipped inside me over and over again, is in his mouth. He is sucking on it.
“You taste better than some of the finest wines I’ve had.” His voice is low, and the room smells of sex. I’ll be damned if every thought about not letting him fuck me flies out the window.
“Do I?” I question.
“Yes… And I’m sure you’ll only taste better as time goes on.” Time stands still between us. His words only cause the ache inside me to grow. My body begs for him, but my mind knows how fucked up this all is.
“Guess you’ll never know, will you?” I’m baiting him. This game is fire. He is dangerous, and I know he can go off at any time.
“Don’t play games wi
th me. Get dressed. I have some stuff to do today.” His words are a command. I reach for my clothes to get dressed without thinking. He has that much power over me.
He leads me downstairs to the large, open space kitchen. The dining table is already decked when we enter. As soon as we sit down, the chef brings us each a plate with an omelet.
Lorenzo sends her and the guard out of the room before we start eating. My mind is replaying what we did in his bedroom. I thought us having oral sex would ease the tension between us. Maybe open him up a bit to me, but instead, I feel like his walls are going up even further.
“Do you have any siblings?” I ask when I’m finished with my omelet.
“No,” he simply answers.
“Me neither, but you probably knew that already.” He knew my fucking bra size, I’m sure he knows simple facts about my family relations. “What about grandparents? Or other family members? Are you close with anyone?”
“No.” He doesn’t offer anything more than that simple two-letter word. Obviously, he doesn’t want to share anything with me. That won’t stop me from sharing stuff with him. Maybe if he realizes I have a family and friends, he will be more likely to allow me a phone.
“I have a cousin I’m close to. Growing up, they lived so close that I saw her almost every day. There was a time I felt like she was my sister. They moved away when I was in sixth grade.”
Lorenzo doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask me to elaborate. A little disappointed, I get up and walk over to the sink. Placing my now empty plate in the sink, I have to fight the urge to wash it off since that’s what I’ve always done.
“You could at least act like you are interested in getting to know me.”
“I know everything I need to know.”
“But I don’t know anything about you. It would be nice for you to tell me stuff about you–”
My response is cut short as Lorenzo appears out of nowhere. Spinning me around to face him, he grips me by the throat.
My back lands harshly against the wooden cupboard, forcing me to stare deeply into pools of blackness. My breath expels from my chest in a rush, and I force more air in. Fear trickling in.
His hold is firm, yet I can still breathe. His other hand skims over my thigh, sending my body into overdrive. My heart rate spikes, and the fear melts into something else.
“I’m not a good guy. I’m not someone you should be sitting with, talking, and acting as if we’re normal. We are not normal. This interaction between us isn’t normal. You’re merely paying off a debt, which makes you about as good as the rest of the money that comes in and out of this house. Keep quiet, don’t ask questions, do as I say, and you won’t be hurt.”
His eyes soften, and the tension rolls right off his shoulders as he releases my throat. It throbs where he held it, so I try to rub some of the pain away.
“Why do you say stuff like that?”
“Because it’s true,” he snaps.
“I don’t believe you. You are not like this when we are in your room. You didn’t act like this earlier when you touched me. What changed?” I glance around the space. He told everyone to leave when we sat down to eat, so we are alone. It can’t be that he is trying to uphold his reputation.
“I’m always like this. You just need to open your eyes.”
“My eyes are open, and I see you.”
I see you more than you think.
9
Enzo
Her eyes bleed into mine, and for some reason, I can’t look away. This pull between us is growing stronger by the minute, and I’m not sure if I like it.
“I see you.” Her words echo in my mind as she stares me down like she is doing just that. Seeing me… seeing the part of me I hide from the world. Hell, I even hide it from myself.
Years and years of building a carefully constructed mask, not showing anyone even a slick of emotion. Years of succeeding, and it takes this petite woman all of two days to crack through the barrier. I don’t know if I should be mad or impressed.
“I have some stuff to do during the day,” I tell her. I need a little space. “Do I need to lock you up and tie you down, or will you listen this time?”
“I’ll listen,” she says. “I’ll go straight to the bedroom and stay there until you come back.”
“You don’t have to stay inside all day. You may come here to eat or go to the music room. Nowhere else. I’ve been very lenient with you. This is your last chance,” I warn. “I will cuff you to the bed if I have to.” The thought has my cock stirring.
“On second thought, I might do that anyway.” I grin. “While I eat your tasty little cunt out. That way, you can’t get away.” Her cheeks turn a shade of pink as if she is embarrassed, but the way her pupils dilate at my crude words lets me know she is turned on as well.
My little virgin likes dirty talk, and I’m more than happy to keep teasing her this way.
She turns away and walks out of the kitchen. My eyes stay glued to her ass as her hips sway gently side to side with each step she takes.
Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of her.
I’m supposed to be working. Supposed to be getting shit done, but the temptress under my roof is making it almost impossible to think straight, let alone go over numbers and shipments.
Punching the numbers into the calculator for the third time, I try not to crush the flimsy thing under my touch.
The house usually stays quiet. I have no neighbors, the main road is far away, and my staff knows not to interrupt my work with noise. That’s why I’m so surprised when I hear a soft melody carry through the usually silent space.
Perking up, I drop the pen and leave the calculator behind as I get up from my leather office chair. Like a child called by the pied piper, I am moving without thought. The lovely melody hypnotizes me and urges me to follow it, beckoning me closer.
When I open the door leading to the hallway, the sound of someone playing the piano becomes louder and even more bewitching.
Briskly, I make my way through the house and to the music room, where the sound is the loudest.
Amara is sitting at the piano, her fingers dancing over the keys, producing one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard.
I can only see her side profile from where I’m standing, but I don’t miss the peaceful way she smiles while playing. She is concentrating, so engrossed in the music that she doesn’t notice me watching her until she’s finished the song.
“I thought you only played a little?” My voice startles her, making her jump off the bench.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to hear how good you are.” I take a few steps inside the room, so I can be closer to her.
She shrugs, not taking too kindly to my compliment for some reason. “My mom was much better than me. She could have made a career out of it, but wanted to stay home with me instead, only giving piano lessons as a side job.”
It seems odd to think that we actually have something in common. We come from different worlds, but yet we share something profound. We both lost our mother, and we both miss her dearly. The only difference is, she admits that part. Opening up about her mother freely while I keep everything hidden inside.
Will I ever be able to share that part of myself with her?
Desperate to change the subject, I think about what I could do with her to pass the time until tonight.
“Want to go for a swim?” I suggest, and her eyes light up.
“I’d love to… wait, do I have a bathing suit?”
“Yes. Everything should be in the closet. Did you think I’d be okay with you going naked with all the guards around?”
“I don’t know what kind of kinky stuff you’re into,” she quips.
“I’m into filling your mouth with my cock, so you stop talking.” That shuts her up. She presses her lips into a thin line and walks out of the music room without another word.
I follow her back to my bedroom, and we both get changed
. I pull on a pair of swimming trunks while she slips into an azure blue bikini that looks so good on her, I might not make it to the pool. Not without fucking her on the staircase.
“Wrap this around you while we’re walking around the house.” I hand her one of the large towels from the bathroom and watch her cover up. “That’s better. Now we can go.”
“I’m glad you don’t share,” she tells me on our way back downstairs. “That was one thing I was worried about, I guess,” she admits.
“Were you imagining me handing you off to my guys?”
“Kind of, yeah.” It bothers me that she thinks that way of me, but I can’t be mad at her for it. I didn’t give her reason to believe that her stay with me will be anything but a nightmare.
“Oh, wow!” She gasps when we turn the corner, and the pool comes into view. “I didn’t expect it to be so big.”
“I hear that all the time… usually about my dick, though,” I joke, making her giggle.
She drops the towel on a chair and eagerly heads to the pool where stairs lead into the water. I scan the area to make sure none of my guards are watching her. I don’t feel like gouging someone’s eyes out today, and that’s exactly what I would do if they saw her in this bikini. I’ll have to get her something more conservative soon.
“The water is amazing! Come in.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I bypass the stairs and walk around to the deep end instead. Running the last few feet, I dive in head-first. The cool water rushes over my body as I swim beneath the surface until I get to Amara in the center of the pool.
Grabbing her hips, I emerge and suck in a deep breath. She giggles again as I pull her closer to me, enjoying how her slick skin feels against mine in the water.
She wraps her legs and arms around me as I walk her to the edge of the pool. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” I growl, making her body stiffen, and her cheerful giggles disappear. I shouldn’t have made her come earlier. I should have left her hot and bothered… I guess I can still do that now.