by Izzy Sweet
“So responsive,” he says with husky appreciation.
His fingers begin to rub my clit in slow, little circles and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“Why do you fight it, Lilith?”
The pace of his fingers quickens and my walls are pulsing around him.
“What’s the harm in giving in?”
My muscles tighten and all the little nerves in my body light up with awareness.
He hasn’t even moved his cock yet but fuck if I’m not going to come like this.
“You belong to me,” His teeth find my neck and he’s biting me just as the first wave of my orgasm hits, rocking through my body.
As the walls of my sex pulse and spasm around him, he withdraws only to slam back inside me.
He fucks me hard and fast. Grunting and growling into my ear as he has his way with me.
He tells me how beautiful I am, and how much I make him crazy.
He tells me how frustrating I am, and how he’ll kill anyone who fucks with me.
But most of all he tells me I can never get away, and he’ll hunt me to the ends of the earth if I try to run away.
Body driving into my body, the world in front of my eyes goes white. I explode into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life and his deep, throaty groan tells me he’s not far behind me.
All at once I feel him swell inside me, pulsing, throbbing. My pussy locks up around him and I become trapped in the throes of my own release.
“Fuck, Lily,” he roars out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His hips rock forward, pumping me full of warmth as he grinds himself hard and deep.
After several long minutes, his hips gradually slow until he stills completely against me.
Panting against the back of my neck, we both catch our breath and I will my mind to remain blank.
Don’t think too much about what just happened, just enjoy it.
It’s done. You can’t take it back.
But even now his words haunt me.
“You can never get away.”
As his breath hits the back of my neck I realize he just said that out loud, it’s not something repeating in my brain.
“Do you understand that, Lilith?”
When I don’t answer, he twists me around to face him. “Lilith?”
Slowly, I nod my head and somehow keep the tears at bay.
Pulling me close, he kisses me long and deep.
“Once I can trust you, your life will become infinitely easier,” he says as he breaks the kiss.
“Oh?” I ask, my sad, desolate little heart fluttering with hope.
“Yes,” he sighs and yanks his pants up, buckling them. “You’ll have more freedom to do the things that you want.”
I think on his words as he takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom. Once we’re inside, he closes the door behind us and then grabs me and lifts me up, sitting me down on the counter beside the sink.
I watch him curiously as he walks over to the shower and grabs a rag. Returning, he orders me to, “Lift your skirt.”
“Why?” I ask, eyeing the rag.
“I want to wash you.”
Cheeks flaming with heat, I hesitate.
“Do it or I’ll do it for you, Lilith,” he growls. “And you won’t like it my way.”
He just fucked me silly, yet pulling my skirt up for him to clean me still feels utterly humiliating. He sighs as I hold the skirt up at my waist and takes a step forward.
“Spread your legs.”
Tipping my head up, I stare up at the ceiling and obey.
Behind me, I hear the faucet turn on and then a bottle opening.
“Why did you hire your childhood nanny?” I ask while I wait for him to touch me with the rag.
The faucet turns off and then there’s a gush of water. He must be squeezing out the rag. “Because I want you and the children to have everything you need.”
The rag drips all over my thighs before it touches me. I’m still so sensitive, I groan as he rubs the wet fabric against my tender pussy.
“Thank you,” I grit out slowly and drop my chin, tearing my gaze away from the ceiling. “I appreciate it, I do.”
“You’re welcome,” he grins down at me and pulls back the rag.
Leaning around me, he turns the faucet back on and rinses the rag out in the sink.
“I don’t want to come off as ungrateful, though, but now I have nothing to do all day.”
Turning off the water, he squeezes out the rag then leaves it sitting beside the sink. Grabbing a small, fluffy hand towel, he turns back to me and begins to dry my thighs.
“There are other things you could do.”
“Like what?” I ask, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “I can’t cook, or clean, or do my own laundry…”
Frowning, he finishes drying me then pulls my skirt out of my hands and smooths it down my thighs for me. Taking a step back, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. Selecting a black card out of his wallet, he holds it out to me.
I eye the card, then I eye his face. Is this a test? Is he teasing me?
“Here, take it,” he says thrusting the card at me.
Plucking the card from his fingers, I say tentatively, “Thank you?”
“If you’re bored, just ask Peter to take you out during the day. As long as you have an escort, I have no problem with you leaving the grounds as long as you promise me you won’t try to run away.”
Clutching the card to my chest like it’s my lifeline, I’m quick to promise him, “I won’t run away.”
“Good,” he smiles taking me at my word instantly, and maybe it’s my good mood or maybe it’s his good mood but that smile lights up his beautiful face. “The matter is settled. Now you have something to do all day.”
He takes a step toward me and I find myself eagerly spreading my legs. As he leans down towards me, my eyes are immediately drawn to his lips. My own lips tingle with the anticipation that he’s going to kiss me
“What’s my limit?” I ask before we get too carried away.
That smile of his twists into a mischievous grin. “I don’t know. Why don’t you show me?”
14
Lucifer
Slipping out of the bed, I stand to stretch out my back. It was another good night sleeping next to Lilith. She may still try to show her independence from me during the day, but at night in her sleep she clings to my body as if I am the warm hearthstone in a blizzard. Her legs wrap tightly over mine as she clings to my chest.
It’s an act of pure attrition to get out of bed without burying myself between her luscious thighs.
Dressing myself after the shower, I pull a phone from the pocket of the suit I wore last night.
“Lilith.”
“Mmph,” she grumbles from where she has buried her head deep in the pillow.
“Lilith, I have something for you,” I say as I pull her hand up from the bed. Slipping the smartphone in her hand, I lean over and kiss the back of her head.
Then, as she shifts herself from beneath the covers I see a delicious ass clad in only panties bare itself. Slapping the meaty part of her rump, I smile. God that ass turns me on.
Quickly flipping over, she glares at me. There’s a fire in her eyes that makes my cock ache with need to consume her again right this second.
“What, you don’t like the phone?” I ask.
Sitting up, she peppers me with questions. It’s not the normal smartphone that she is use to, this one is far more powerful and secure. I can’t afford for her to accidentally mess up and let anything slip.
* * *
“How’s Marshall doing?” I ask Simon after I get into the car.
Today is going to be a long day in the city. I want it to be over with as fast as I can. I have things at home I much rather be doing or fucking.
“Pissed off enough that he has started trying to call in favors he’s owed in some of the circles he floats.”
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br /> “You said trying, he’s not been successful?” I ask.
“Nope, I bought out anyone who might owe him something. I have also bought out any debt he has with any of the other families. Any bank he could have tried getting a loan from now sees his credit rating in the low 400’s. Payday loan places won’t even touch him. There isn’t a single person or institution who would take a chance on him.”
Chuckling, I look out the window at the white covered world surrounding us. Simon is a master at destroying someone. I have no clue where he got the contacts he has, but they are many and in all branches of the world.
“Have his gas turned off,” I say.
Looking back at me, Simon smirks. “Already did that this morning.”
“Christ, you’re a cruel fuck.”
“It’s why you pay me.”
“Where are we with the strip club?” It’s only been a couple of weeks but I want to get all this business over with before Christmas happens. We need holiday income and traffic to gather a momentum.
The holidays are almost over and they are my big times of the year. It’s like black Friday for me.
Strip clubs are a steady stream of income most of the year, but the holidays have huge spikes. Loners, college students and business fucks all come to here seeking something, and I make sure they feel at home. Valentine’s day will be the last big spike for a while.
Big spenders put money into my business which puts money into my pockets. With the way Lilith uses my card I need that money.
Well, not really, she isn’t even denting my outer layer of money but she sure did try that first week. I think she expected me to raise some concern after she went shopping those first couple of days. Clothes for her and the children were the first things she bought though of course she bought them more. Coats and boots, snow pants and gloves. She has the two completely set for the next three winters.
Electronics, new bed sets. Toys.
This morning, though, I think she was trying to get a reaction out of me when she talked about adding an addition to the house and potentially adding an inground pool. When I told her to talk to Peter about who to get bids from she fell back in bed with a hand over her eyes and a quiet growl.
I can break someone in more than one way.
These past two weeks have given me a reason to push harder on Marshall. I want his stupid-fuck ass broken. I want him so fucked up he dies off in some miserable gutter.
I’m happy with my new family, ready-made as it is. I have a woman I can barely control my baser instincts around, two small children who are becoming… A welcome intrusion? I’m not use to having someone besides an occasional companion in my home. But the two little living, thinking, sentient beings are growing on me.
I had no clue they would do or say the things they do. I never knew that a female could reach that high of an octave in a screech. I think Evie, as she told me she wants to be called, broke some of the glassware. She is the constant source of happiness in the house. She knows no stranger and is fearless when it comes to doing anything she wants.
I do feel sorry for Peter though; it seems he is the one sought out for tea times and makeup parties. More than once I have had to send him off to home because his nails were pink. How can a man go about collecting and taking someone out when he has bright pink fingernails?
Then there is Adam, he is so serious and observant. I’ve no doubt he is aware of far more than either Lilith or I give him credit. His intelligence is off the charts. I’m often proud of his logic when we discuss some of our business issues. He is certainly going to be an asset as he gets older and takes on more of the business. He may be a touch ruthless, but that comes from me. I have shown him a few good ways to get results out of those around us.
The first time we talked in our office, I had him sit across from my desk. Without any hesitation he told me that if it’s our office then he must have a desk in there as well. I still chuckle over how happy he was when I told him I agreed. Now he goes there every day after school to do his school work. His poor mother and nanny, though, must never enter lest they are called for. It is our office after all.
“Good, the inspection yesterday went off without a hitch. I have the money transferring to his account today. We won’t have any issues with getting the licenses transferred to us either.”
“Excellent. Any word on the Yakuza?”
The Irish have told us it wasn’t their problem, especially since one of their own was murdered. They have a bounty for the killer, but it’s mostly for show, I think, because of who did the job and the fact that he has gone completely off the radar.
The Yakuza have flat out refused to return any of the money much less speak with us about the missing cash. That’s stupid but not something I can justify going to war over yet.
“They’re willing to meet up, but are keeping it at a distance. If we have a business venture they will hear us out, otherwise we are being told the same thing as the Irish. Go fuck ourselves.”
The Yakuza’s assets are interesting, just like the Italians. Both are carefully carving out new territories for themselves. But with the Russians and I already firmly planted in place in Garden City, there isn’t much for them to snap up except for our table scraps.
Neither outfit is going to be satisfied with what’s left. So my bet is they will fuck with each other before taking on one of the two powerhouses.
Then again, when it comes to money and power you never know.
How they will attack each other though will be interesting. The Yakuza are known for their takeover abilities with businesses and corporations. Blackmail being a fine art for them. The Italians should never be counted out though. They are modern and have a way of never forgetting a grudge.
“They want to meet up in a week, somewhere neutral.”
“Why the fuck do they want it on neutral ground? I haven’t made a single threat on them yet.”
“They are weary of your dealings in the past with anyone who might have crossed you, is my thinking.”
“They have, to an extent. Unknowingly, but they have, Simon. To act like they have is…” I growl but shake my head before I finish.
“They know that too, but they will not be willing to lose face over the matter. They think they are in the right despite what they did.”
“Fine. Set the meeting up. We will see how they respond with me meeting with the Italians first.”
“When did I set up that meeting?” he asks.
“Right now.”
“Got it.”
Fucking shit dicks. They want to act like big men, let’s see how they like seeing me with another lover.
“Anything new with Bart?” I ask.
“Nothing, all’s quiet on that front. One thing though is his mother is dying from some form of cancer. They found out the results about a day ago.”
“Hmph… Have all the bills taken care of. Make sure she is in the best care.”
* * *
The day goes so slowly that I can feel my life slowly draining out of me. If I still had any piece of my soul left I am sure today would wipe it out. There hasn’t been anything but the dull life of a businessman putting out fires from one company to the next.
Rubbing my temples, I frown at the thought of doing this for another hour.
If Adam were old enough to have some formal education behind him, I would have his ass here doing this shit. Let him go gray working with the fucking staffing issues, figuring out all types of shit that has nothing to do with being a damn criminal.
“Fuck it.”
Pushing the button on my desk phone, I say, “Melissa, I’m done for the day. Have Andrew meet me with the car.”
“Yes, sir. Will there be anything I can do for you?” her sultry voice comes through the phone as it always does when she is speaking to me.
She’s been on the prowl again lately, trying to get to the thick cock in my pants. Not going to happen though. I have a woman back home to keep me more than interested.
Melissa is a trophy wife type, she just wants to sit and look pretty all day. To command all the servants to do her bidding. Boring and plain. She would no doubt bear children for me, but then insist on plastic surgery to fix what childbirth can do to a woman. She’d never put the effort in like Lilith does.
I dial Lilith’s phone and hear her the hint of annoyance in her voice. “Yes? Did you have to make this thing so complicated to use?”
“It’s for your safety, dear. We’re going out tonight and I want you to dress up to impress me. Make sure you show off those legs.”
I don’t let her say anything else as I disconnect from the call. That should get her nice and riled up for me.
I want to hit the new club tonight. The changes I had the owner start making should be showing by now. No more backroom fucking for drugs, and the crackhead strippers are gone. It’s also the right time to make a call out to the Italians to see how they are feeling.
Calling up Simon, I say, “Have you set anything up with the Italians yet?”
“Not yet, something come up?”
“Yeah, see if you can get them to come to the new club tonight. We can have drinks and talk about a few things.”
“Fuck. Is this we, as in you and me, or we as in something else?” he grouses at me. Fucker can’t even go to a strip club. He’s a gigantic germaphobe.
“You, Lilith and I.”
“Are you serious?”
I disconnect the call before laughing out loud.
15
Lily
I think I’ve been drunk on sex. The past two weeks have gone by in a haze of orgasms and ecstasy. I was deprived for so long I feel like I’ve been overdosing on endorphins, and it’s seriously impacting my decision making capabilities.
I’ve spent my nights in bed with Lucifer, and I’ve spent my days shopping, pushing his credit limit.
There could be worse ways to live, I suppose, but I’m seriously beginning to question my sanity.
Seriously, what the fuck am I doing? Am I just going to accept this situation? Am I literally just going to lie down and take it?