I whisper in her ear, “delicious, but not as good as the snack I had for lunch.”
Blush creeps down her cheeks, traveling down to her cleavage. She has no idea the things I want to do to her. Licking her pussy was nothing in comparison. Her inexperience turns me on. I love that I will be the one to teach her what will make her body hum and sing, only for me.
She settles comfortably beside me, even taking part in generic conversation with the guys. Eventually the table falls silent except for the sound of chewing and quiet murmurs out of earshot.
Isa speaks quietly, asking me more about Goldoni.
“Goldoni has been after me for months trying to set me up with his daughter. Today you provided me with an easy alibi, a reason why I haven’t been interested. But don’t worry, I’ll never sell you to him. You are mine Isa,” I tell her knowing that one day I will take her as my wife. “It’s better to stretch the truth than to fabricate a lie, easier to keep things straight. You are mine, Isa and I told him so.”
Goldoni’s interest in Isa is infuriating and I’ll need to take extra steps to ensure his curiosity dies quickly. He’s not a man to give up easily when he sees something he wants. And if he wants Isa, he won’t stop until he takes her or I kill him.
Her eyes narrow on me curious, knowing there is more that I’m not saying, but I let my hand do the talking. My fingers trail up her thigh to her pussy. With force, I place my fingers between her thighs as she clenches them around my hand. Her pulse is racing. She is uncomfortable with the fact she loves the thrill of my pleasuring her sweet spot during the middle of dinner.
“Eat, Isa,” I demand, feeding her a bite of bread with my free hand.
She nearly chokes as I slip two fingers inside. She is watching me from the corner of her eye but my face remains calm as I partake in the budding conversation.
“Payment arrived today. Flynn will wire your cut over the next several weeks.” He cuts their funds up and disperses the money over time through our dummy corporations for contracted labor. My strip club covers many of the payments. I pay the guys performance fees for ladies night. Though I seriously doubt any one of them can dance.
“Where’s Rain tonight,” Cyrus asks with a wide grin.
“Issue with some of the girls. Random piss testing. A few came up dirty,” I divulge as I continue to slide my fingers in and out of Isa’s juicy, tight cunt. Better, Rain isn’t here tonight to pry into my relationship with Isa. She doesn’t understand why I want her...why I need her.
She doesn’t know that when I was a child Isabella was my friend, one of my only true friends.
Isabella wasn’t but four to my seven when we first met but I knew I loved her the moment I laid eyes on her. Our friendship grew stronger the more time we spent together. She was the only light during all the treatments I underwent and all the abuse I suffered at the hands of my father. I thought I was going to die without ever walking again and Isa was there, telling me how I reminded her of her favorite character, The Pumpkin King, with my pale skin and dark circles under my eyes.
She had told me one day she was going to marry him.
She doesn’t remember but she will.
She is mine and I am hers. I can’t deny her my heart when she has held it all these years.
My fingers still as she clenches around me so close to an orgasm. Fuck, my cock is straining against the seam of my jeans, begging for release. I’m ready to clear the room, throw Isa down on the table, and claim that pussy of hers, and mark her with my cum like a fucking animal.
The buzzing of Isa’s newly repaired cell phone by Cyrus in my pocket interrupts my thoughts. I pinch her thigh and slide her phone from my pocket, with everyone oblivious that she has been riding my hand this whole time under the curtain provided by the tablecloth.
Glancing at the screen, the name Gabriele flashes across the screen.
“Accept his call princess and then tell him you are taken and to never call your phone again if he wants to continue to walk with two legs,” I order her sternly.
Isa takes the phone with flushed cheeks and excuses herself from the room as she takes the call. Jealousy eats at me knowing he is talking to her right now. If she knows what is good for them both she will do as I told her. Cyrus not only fixed her screen but also installed a ghost application that will allow me to monitor all of her calls and text messages without her knowing.
I respect Isa’s privacy to a point, but if he tries to contact her again, I’ll know about it. It is for her safety as well. Naming Isa as my pet to Goldoni makes her a target, but it also keeps me from being pressured to join our families. After Giovanni insured my inheritance, his brother Goldoni started pressuring me to marry his daughter.
I don’t need his money. My men earn plenty. He thinks if I marry his daughter it gives him my money and access to my inheritance to fund his human trafficking. Not happening.
The guys begin to disperse to the game room so I take the opportunity to check in with Rain and find out how the rest of the testing is going. I won’t fire a dancer for smoking a little weed, but I won’t ever tolerate anything heavier being found in their systems.
Tris: How many?
Rain: 4 of the best
Tris: I’ll come in tomorrow, pull some applications and put out the word.
Rain: Will your girl like you watching titties and ass?
Tris: It’s just business.
Tris: I’ll bring her with me and she can help me pick.
I joke. Isa strikes me as the jealous type. Her Hispanic blood runs hot. She always had a flare for being dramatic as a young girl.
Rain: Yeah, okay whatever you say.
Rain: her sister tells me she already has a man. Wonder how he will feel when realizes you are trying to steal her away?
Fucking Rain.
Tris: Fuck off
Isa hasn’t returned from her call but I need to get with Cyrus about the next collection from our smaller sales.
After I give the men their orders and send them off, I go searching for my princess to find her finger fucking my tasty treasure.
Her leg is perched on a chair in the dining room, her head back, her mouth parted as a moan escapes those plush lips.
I told her I would know if she tried to touch herself, my girl is greedy and she will pay for it.
Chapter 16
ISABELLA
“Hello,” I answer softly, walking down the hall towards the library where I know I won’t be disturbed.
“Isabella. How are you? I know it’s been a while but I am home on leave and was really hoping we could get together,” Gabe says sounding hopeful.
Tristian’s words play in my head as I try to find the words to let Gabe down gently. He joined the Marines last fall. He told me one day he was going to win my heart and make me his wife. I never thought much on it, until now. I figured he would meet someone near his base and move on.
Gabe takes advantage of my hesitation to reply.
“I’m really sorry about your Papi, I know how close you are, after everything with your mom. And I know we haven’t spoken much over the past months, but I was hoping we can change that, now that I am home on leave, for two weeks.”
“Gabe, you’re a good friend ya know, and I hope you will always be a good friend to me, but I met someone. I don’t know if it will ever amount to anything but I hope it does. I don’t want to lead you on when my feelings aren’t mutual.” I let out a silent sigh of relief and hope he can understand and appreciate my honesty.
“I’m worried about you Isabella...no one knows where you are. You don’t answer your phone. No one has seen you. What is going on with these people you work for all the sudden? I don’t buy it.”
“I’m here because I want to be Gabe. Don’t call me again.” I end the call and block his number.
“I’m here because I want to be,” I whisper to myself.
The echo of boots heading into the game room sets me back on track. I make my way back to the dining
hall to clean up tonight’s meal.
Making use of the side cart, I stack the dirty dishes and glasses on the shelves so I can cart them to the kitchen for washing.
I can still feel Tristian’s touch lingering between my legs as I wipe the table down and put all the chairs in their rightful place. He makes me want to lose all control. My hand trails between my breasts imagining his tongue slithering down my torso.
The impulse to touch myself is too great to deny. With one foot steadied on a chair, I lift the skirt of my dress up and rub over my delicate skin. My finger is slick with my own heat and desire as I climb higher and higher. I pretend Tristian is doing all the work as I slip a finger inside.
I need more, I am so close but I can’t reach my peak. Imagining him isn’t enough. I need the real thing. I need Tristian. I rub my clit harder and pinch at my nipples through my thin dress. I feel crazed with lust for this man. My eyes are closed, my head is thrown back with my lips parted as I moan out wanting him.
I am so wrapped up in my need to get off that I don’t even hear him enter the room. I don’t register his presence until his arm curls around my waist and his warm breath is tickling my ear.
“I warned you Isa. I told you I would know if you touched yourself. It better be me you are thinking about and not that Gabe fucker.”
“Only you,” I say breathless and unsure of what he will do for my disobeying.
“I have to admit, watching you touching yourself is the single, hottest damn thing I have ever witnessed princess,” he confesses placing a single kiss against my neck.
His other hand comes up to my chest holding a switchblade. With care, he slices the sharp blade through the thin fabric of my dress, slicing it down the middle front.
“You’re a greedy girl Isa. I told I would take care of you. I told you if you were good for me I would play with you, didn’t I?” he peels the remains of my dress from my arms. His hands travel down my front exploring places that have never been touched by a man.
For a minute, I hear a childlike voice of a young boy in my head, “be a good girl and I’ll play the pumpkin king with you. You can be my pumpkin queen.”
“I’m a princess my Papi says so.”
I shake my head concentrating on Tristian’s heated, possessive touch instead of memories that aren’t making any sense.
I can feel his firm cock growing harder as he presses into my backside shoving me face down onto the large table. His fist wraps around my hair and tugs painfully hard. His mouth comes down biting the shell of my ear harshly.
“Your pussy better be wet for my touch and my touch alone. Did you tell that fucker to get lost?” He presses against my rear so deep I can almost feel him between my butt cheeks.
“I told him I was with someone and I blocked his number. I was thinking of you just now and wishing you would come in and catch me. I want you to punish me Tristian.” But more than that, I just want him. I don’t want to play games. I want to tell him in honesty. But that’s crazy talk. I am attracted to him, nothing more. I need to stop wanting to know more about him and get through my days here so I can go back to where I belong, with my family. The braver woman who wants to break free with Tristian isn’t me, as fun as it is.
But those thoughts float away as he touches his lips to my back, trailing kisses down to the crack of my butt before stopping. His strong hands spread my cheeks. “This will be mine too, one day soon Isa.”
He bites my left cheek and then the right.
“One day soon, I’ll spell out my name on your ass with my cum, because YOU. ARE. MINE.” He smacks his cock against my butt cheeks as he stresses each word.
My sister Elsabeth has told me all about sex and the desires of men. She spared no details giving me the sex talk. She always told me never give anything of you to a man unless he is your husband. And here I am ready to give all I have to man I barely know.
He is my captor and I am his pet. I’m the beauty and he’s the beast. And I wish for nothing more in this moment, than for him to devour me.
I whimper when he pulls away from me breaking our close contact. What I wouldn’t give for him to just kiss me.
“You’ve been a bad girl, but you also did as I asked where Gabe was concerned. You get to ask one thing of me Isa and one thing only, before your punishment comes. You can get up and face me.”
Pushing myself from the table, my nakedness fully on display I turn to face him. “Kiss me Tristian,” I demand placing my hands on his leather vest.
He smiles, amused or feeling complimented. I’m not rightly sure which he is feeling. I lick my bottom lip and bite into it feeling nervous. If he refuses, I don’t know what I’ll do. I feel on the verge of combustion.
“I offer you any one thing and all you ask me for is a kiss. My sweet princess you could have asked me to wipe your father’s debt clean.” He laughs as his words sink in.
If I had asked, would he have given it to me?
I don’t get to think further on it as he cups my chin and cocks his head to the side leaning in.
Calculated and slow his mouth draws me near. His lips touch softly against mine at first. His fingers cradle my face, as he slowly tastes my lips. We both moan in appreciation of the other as he pulls back slightly.
His eyes meet mine and that is it before our mouths crash together. His tongue probes between my parted lips and caresses mine in a lover’s embrace. He grabs my butt and hooks his arms behind my knees, breaking our kiss briefly as he hoists me up around his waist. I cater to his need and wrap my legs around him.
Our mouths collide again as he lays me back on the table. My foot hits the cart holding the dishes and they fall to the floor shattering, but Tristian doesn’t even bother looking over his shoulder. His mouth connects with mine again and I want nothing more than to be owned by him. Right here. Right now.
I jerk at his leather cut and slide it down his arms I need to feel his skin against mine. “Take off your shirt,” I demand panting, eager and waiting to see what lies underneath his clothes. I’ve only seen the tattoos covering his hands, arms, neck, and head. I want to strip him naked and study him from head to toe, committing every inch of him to memory, so that when this is over, I have all of him, to remember our time together by.
He doesn’t hesitate giving me what I want. He stands and pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor.
He’s beautiful. Every inch of his skin is inked. His body is a pure work of art showcasing his body from the inside out. His ribs, every muscle, and his heart is pictured. “I just want to look at you for a minute,” I plead as he closes the gap between our bodies, claiming my mouth, my body, my heart, and my soul.
“You want me to stop or you want me to continue Isa, you can look later,” he promises.
“Don’t stop,” I answer digging my feet into his hips wanting his pants off and for him to take me fully. I’m ready to be owned by him and give him anything he wants.
He raises back up pulling out the chair he is standing next to and scoots it in front of me before sitting down. He tugs on my hands and pulls me into his lap. I am straddling his thighs and grinding down on him over his jeans as he kisses me. I’m on fire, burning with desire for this man.
“You are so damn sexy princess,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Not so bad yourself.” My hands go to his zipper. I’ve been waiting my whole life to be made love to and I am tired of waiting. “Take me Tristian,” I beg. His thick erection slides between my hands. I am desperate for him to have his way with me. He feels so so good, so big, and so strong. I would have never imagined us being in this position a week ago.
I am ready to sink down on him when he grabs my hands. “Stop Isa, not yet, not here.”
“Where then?”
“Not here,” he answers keeping me from sinking down on his cock.
“Tristian if you don’t make love to me right now, I might die of frustration.”
“Be patient and don’t die. I pro
mise when I have you, the wait will be well worth it.” He trails his finger down my spine and cups my face with his other hand giving me a chaste kiss. “Now get up and clean this shit up.”
That’s it! Is he kidding me? I guess he isn’t when he pushes the chair back and drops me to the floor on my naked, horny bottom.
With a bruised ego and tears sliding down my face, I take his shirt from the floor and do as I’m told. I feel like a drug addict dying for another hit. I hate that I love the way his shirt smells as it swallows my small frame compared to his.
Chapter 17
TRISTIAN
Jumping in the Bering Sea wouldn’t be enough to cool me down after the encounter I shared with Isa. One taste of her mouth and I lost control. I entered the room intent on punishing her for touching that virgin pussy without my permission, but then she asked me to kiss her, and Fuck if she isn’t sweet. I had to taste her mouth and it wasn’t enough for either of us.
She thinks she is ready for sex, but she’s wrong. She needs to know everything before we take that step. As badly as I want her, I owe her the truth. But not right now.
I’ve got shit to take care of with my club. Rain texted early this morning saying a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms and flooded the whole damn club. Gonna shut us down for a full day. Shit isn’t cool. That’s money I’m losing. Not that I really need it now that I am coming into my full inheritance.
I call Rain to make sure shit is getting handled.
“You get a plumber hired to fix this mess?”
“Yeah but what about the auditions. You are going to need some new girls when we reopen.”
I scratch my neck, it isn’t ideal. But business is business.
“Sure thing,” Rain agrees and ends the call.
I don’t really want Isa here while the girls are dancing for me. I shoot a text to Cyrus.
Tris: Need you to pick Isa up in your truck and take her shopping in about thirty.
Cy: No problem, heading your way.
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