by Day, Vella
Without saying a word, he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down over her hips. “Ooh, sugar, you did plan on seducing me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, you came to the right place.” He walked around to her rear and whistled. “I’m thinking I might have to take you in the ass today.”
Tremors of joy squeezed her tight. She hoped he’d say that. He returned to her front and cupped her face. His kiss came out hard and demanding, sending swirls of lust right through her veins. His tongue begged for entrance, and she opened up to let him explore her. He tasted of ketchup and pickles, a combination she found endearing. With her head held captive, his tongue probed her mouth as if he was imagining what he was going to do with his cock in a few moments. Thrills sped between her legs and she stepped closer. The second her hips met his he broke the kiss.
His eyes were hooded and his mouth slack. “I won’t last if you touch him.”
He got on his knees and as soon as he tugged off her jeans, she stepped out of them. When he placed his face on her stomach, a warm feeling of belonging swept over her. He didn’t give her long to enjoy the sense of endearment, because his tongue darted out and encircled her belly button. The moment he grabbed one ass cheek and squeezed, she wasn’t sure she could wait for him to take his time.
“I want your cock.”
He looked up. “Not so fast. I want your body, too, but I plan on savoring every inch of you first.”
She groaned at his torture. He used his index finger and traced the line of her panties as it disappeared into her crack. She clenched as she imagined the glory that was sure to come when Dante impaled her.
He abruptly stood. “Didn’t Trax teach you anything about clenching?”
She searched her mind. “I can’t remember.”
He shook his head and led her over to the spanking bench. Knowing how much she liked the glory that followed the pain, she gladly knelt. This time, she bent over the leather top and let her tits hang over the lip.
“This has to go.” He first untied her hands then unhooked the back of her bra. “I was so excited that I wasn’t thinking about this. Maybe you shouldn’t wear one.”
“I’m not showing a house with my nipples popping through my top.”
“I bet you’d sell a hell of lot more houses.”
She shook her head not able to come up with an appropriate response.
He dragged the straps down her arms and dropped her bra on the floor. He stepped away from the bench and walked to the back wall. “You’re going to like this.”
He tore open the package, dropped the cardboard on the floor, and returned. He waved what looked like pink clothespins.
“What are they?”
“These, sugar, will be something you’ll want to have in your arsenal for all time. I know I should let you rest at least a week before trying these, but I won’t leave them on long.”
He knelt in front of her and tugged on her nipple. She gasped from having the sharp clamps on her tits the night before. When he placed the clips on the ends, the pain took her breath away, but at same time made her pussy clench and spew her juices. He added the other one and tears formed in her eyes.
She was about to touch one when he pulled back her arms and retied them. The pressure intensified the ache. He returned to the front and moved a dial on the clamps. Oh, my God. They began to vibrate, and she almost asked him to take them off.
Dante walked behind her. “You’ll get used to them. Just breathe.”
Easy for him to say. He moved toward the door, but when she twisted around, she couldn’t see what he was doing. He returned a half a minute later.
He tapped her ass with something hard.
“What is that?”
“Sugar, no more questions.” Now he sounded like his control freak brother.
He slapped the narrow piece of wood across her ass.
“Ouch.” She was positive a welt formed.
He rubbed her ass. “Was that too hard?”
“Maybe a little.”
The next whack seemed twice as hard. Between her nipples being painfully manipulated and her ass stinging, she was near to tears. What she thought was a ruler hit the floor, and his cupped hand spanked her. Somehow, a miracle occurred and the pain finally morphed into wild contractions racing down her body.
He reached around her tits and shut off the vibrations. “They’ve been on long enough.”
When he pulled them off, another wave of pain slammed into her. She only had to wait a few seconds for the ecstasy to take hold.
“We need to adjust you, sugar.”
“I thought I was getting your cock.”
“Trust me when I say you will be on the receiving end momentarily, but I don’t think you’re excited enough.”
Was he kidding? Her panties were totally drenched. He lifted her off the spanking bench and led her over to the massage table. Without the use of her hands, it would be hard to sit on top.
Dante must have sensed her dilemma because he lifted her up and set her down. Her ass burned, but she wanted his cock too much to complain.
“Let me readjust those bindings. It can’t be comfortable to lay on them.” He undid the ties, and when he lifted her arms, her nipples rebelled. Then he tied her hands above her head.
“Ahh.”
“You got sore nipples, sugar?”
He’d planned on doing this all along. “No.” She couldn’t help but be defiant.
“Great. Now I can suck on them to my heart’s content and know you won’t be uncomfortable.”
Wait until she sucked on his cock. He’d be sorry.
“Can’t have these on, can we?” He tore down her panties and slipped them over one leg.
Just like Trax, he unhooked the clamps on the table and opened her legs wide. Once more, he disappeared making her more desperate with each minute that passed. He returned with more rope.
“Don’t need you trying to wrap your legs around me when I’m trying to drink in your juices.”
“I won’t move.”
He laughed. “You got that right.”
He started at her ankle and attached the rope to the table. Then he wound the rope up her calf and past her knee. He repeated with the other side. Other than maybe lifting her hips an inch, she couldn’t move her legs.
“Now for my feast.”
“Aren’t you going to get naked?”
“You want to see my glistening cock?”
“Yes.”
“I always like to oblige a pretty lady.”
He kicked off his shoes and tore open the fly on his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so the second he pulled down his pants his cock popped out. Too bad his shirt hid most of his glory. When he got rid of his shirt and stood naked, her need heightened. She wanted him like she’d never wanted anything before.
“Please let me suck on you.”
“Not a chance.”
When he turned slightly, the light bounced off the cum oozing out the top. He stepped between the sides of the open table and dragged his thumb over her clit. The seductive assault made her little bud strain. She bit down on her bottom lip.
“You like that?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
He leaned over and swiped a tongue across her opening. He reached up and pinched her nipples. That made her buck, but her pussy rejoiced. She had a love-hate relationship with the pain, but right now, the love was winning out. She groaned and he twisted her nipples again. Bolts of electricity radiated down the sides of her breasts. He pushed open the table wider stretching her legs to the max. He lifted his head and blew on her pussy.
“Eat me.”
She didn’t watch to see if he smiled, but knowing him, he did. He lowered one hand and pressed on her clit with his thumb as he drove in three fingers. While she loved how he stoked her fire with his fingers, she wanted the real thing.
He wiggled his fingers around. “I can’t believe you’re so fucking tight.�
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She didn’t think it was possible either except from all the sex, her pussy was probably swollen.
“Please, Dante. I’m begging you.”
He narrowed the angle of the table and climbed on top of her. “You will not climax or I will be forced to cut short our lovemaking.”
What was up with these men and their rules? “I can’t promise anything.” At least he didn’t insist she call him, Master.
He leaned over and drew a tender nipple into his mouth. The suction brought tears to her eyes, but they turned to ones of joy seconds later. “Do you want to reconsider?”
“Yes. I promise I won’t climax.”
“Good, because after I pummel your pussy I want to fuck your ass.”
“Yes, yes. I want that, too.” So far, every new experience had been wonderful.
He grinned and placed his cock at her entrance. Her pussy throbbed with need. With one hard thrust, he drove into her. Every nerve ending exploded and nearly tore her apart. Her stomach clenched and she tried not to milk his cock as the fire inside escalated.
“I love everything about you.” He leaned over and kissed her with more passion and tenderness than she could believe.
She opened her mouth and twisted her tongue with his. No matter how much they explored each other, she’d never be satisfied.
He broke the kiss and smiled. “I want you wanting more. Satisfaction breeds contempt.”
Her brain was too foggy to understand, but she needed him to move. She tried to wiggle her hips, but he clamped a hand on her belly. Slowly, he eased out and then drove in again. This time he stretched her even more, and she felt like she was burning up from the inside out.
“Please. I’m so close.”
“No. Don’t. I am far from done.”
She wasn’t sure how long she could last. He thrust in one more time and held still for a moment before pulling out, then jumped off the table.
“What happened?”
Dante wasn’t that cruel. Surely he wanted to come, too. He unstrapped her legs and closed the table. In a flash, he flipped her over. “Get on your elbows and knees.” His command sounded desperate.
She did as he asked. He trotted over to the credenza and came back quickly. He dragged some of her pussy juice up her divide and circled her hole. A citrusy scent permeated the air and cool goo touched her ass. Was she finally going to experience his wonderful cock in her ass, or was he going to tease her forever?
His finger stabbed its way into her back hole, and he circled it around. This time, the pinch was slight, and she was able to relax her muscles knowing what was to come would be divine.
He climbed back on the table and nudged her ass with his cock. “Are you ready for the ride of your life?”
“Yes, please.”
Dante leaned over her, and as he kissed her shoulder, he drew her breasts together with one hand and placed his cock at her back entrance.
Don’t clench. Don’t clench. She wanted to make this an experience they both would remember.
His rigid cock pressed against her muscled ring and popped in an inch. Her mouth opened as she sucked in air. He gathered her hair and pulled the mass back, forcing her to arch her back. Her belly tightened and her tits stretched. She swallowed to gain some composure. Having no control at all, he brought her to a new place.
He slid his cock out halfway and eased in. With little thrusts, he edged his way down her dark channel. He let go of her tits and dragged his fingers down her belly. Something sharp poked her. She didn’t remembered him having such sharp nails.
A low growl seemed to come from his chest. “I need to fuck you.”
“Yes. Fuck me hard.”
With her assent, he drove in hard. Had he not been holding her head in a locked vise, she would have flown forward.
“By the moon above, I need you.”
He lowered his head and something sharp pricked her neck. It was the same pleasant sensation as before. So deep in the throes of lust she didn’t care if he did stabbed her over and over again.
She was able to thrust her hips back, which only incited him more. He pounded into her relentlessly until she almost burst. Her climax grew closer and she feared she’d lose control.
He returned his hand to fondle her nipples. When he pinched one, she lit up. Shudders wracked her body as her pussy convulsed. His last thrust tossed her over the edge, and her climax claimed her.
“Oh, God. Yes. Dante!”
She let him sweep her away by the tidal wave of desire. His burning cum seared her ass as he licked her neck, and his hot breath streamed down her body. Her heart pounded in her chest as the pulses in her ass and pussy finally slowed.
Dante rested his head on her back and let go of her hair. He gently cupped her tits with one hand and massaged them. Had he not had an arm under her belly, she might have collapsed.
“Liz, Liz, Liz.”
She smiled when he called her by her name.
He leaned back and his cock popped out of her. “Be right back.”
As soon as he left, she sat up and swiped the hair off her sweaty face. What had she gotten herself into? These men had a way of altering her body and her mind.
He returned with a cloth and wiped her down. Then he picked up her clothes and handed them to her. Using all of her energy, she pulled her shirt over her head, donned her undies and pants, and followed him out, carrying her bra.
Now was as good a time as any to tell him what was on her mind. “I know that Trax is working really hard to find Couch, but I can’t sit around here forever—as pleasant as it is.”
“Sit down and talk to me.”
His concern warmed her.
“As much as I love being here, I have a job. If I don’t go back to work soon, I’ll get fired. That’s not fair to me because I can’t pay my bills if I don’t work.”
He opened and closed his mouth. “I understand what you’re saying, but Trax will not be happy. You know it’s not safe.” He waved a hand as if to imply that didn’t matter. “But if you insist on leaving, you’ll need to take Trax’s gun along with some bullets. As for when you should leave, let’s wait and see what he has to say.”
“Thanks.” Right now, she’d take what she could get.
He placed the werewolf bullets in the gun and handed it to her. “Put this somewhere safe and for goodness sake, don’t tell him I gave this to you. He’d kill me.”
“He’s not a violent man. He’d never hurt you.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
Chapter Fifteen
Trax and his men arrived at the same shipyard Liz had directed them to a few days before. According to her memo, Couch was meeting Jeffrey Wendlick who was Kurt Wendlick’s brother and a double agent for the Pack. When Trax and his men arrived at the shipyard, they’d wired up Jeffrey, assuring him that not only did his brother have his back, but so did four others.
Kurt’s brother had explained how he’d spent months infiltrating Couch’s clan, and that the Colters taught him how to bring the drugs in from Mexico without detection. After a few trips, he’d learned the Mexicans would heat cocaine mixed with hydrochloride and douse suitcases full of clothes in this liquid. All he had to do was come back with the cocaine-laced clothes. He never saw or touched the drugs himself.
When he safely passed through customs, he turned the suitcases over to a Ricardo Ramirez, one of Couch’s flunkies. From what he’d heard, Couch’s men ran the clothes through a machine to extract the cocaine. The procedure was brilliant and simple. The Pack’s agent had been doing this process for over a month and had delivered over three million dollars in drugs, but Jeffrey had never been privy to what happened next.
“This is the proof the general needs to take down Harvey Couch for good,” Trax said.
“I’m ready to get out. Couch is crazy, man.” Wendlick’s pits were stained—not a good sign.
“I hear ya.” Trax tapped his shoulder. “Just go along with what they say. We’ll hear and recor
d everything. Don’t worry. You’ll do fine.”
Wendlick blew out a breath. “Thanks. I’ve dreaded meeting Couch. I hear one false move and he doesn’t think twice about shooting you in the heart.”
“We won’t let that happen.”
After Trax nodded to his men to get into position, he climbed on top of one of the containers and settled in for the wait.
Because they’d been here before, he positioned his men more effectively this time. From his vantage point, he had a visual on the street entrance and beyond.
Kurt was located behind one of the larger boats, Drake under a truck, and both Clay and Dirk were in wolf form, ready to pounce. It took about five seconds to shift, and those five seconds would give his two men an advantage. A werewolf was most vulnerable during that transition period.
Trax couldn’t get the general’s lecture out of his head. After the reaming out they got, they better get this SOB this time. This morning, the general had announced that the FBI was hot on the man’s trail. Couch had now become too dangerous not to catch. They didn’t want to resort to gunplay but would if need be. The time was nearing.
“Jeffrey, can you read me?”
“Loud and clear.”
“This will be the last communication until Couch arrives.”
“Understood.”
Wendlick was in plain view in his car. Several times, trucks had come in and workers had emerged. When they began working on a ship, Trax’s men relaxed. With each vehicle that entered, he concentrated on whether or not a shifter was inside. So far, none had arrived.
His elbows and knees were getting sore from lying on the hot metal. Couch should have arrived an hour ago. With each minute, Trax’s gut soured and his mood grew blacker.
“Hey, Trax?” That was Clay who’d shifted back to human form.
“Yeah? See something?”
“No, it’s getting hard to hide. A ton of guys just exited from one of the ships. Looks like they’re knocking off for the day.”
“Fuck.” Time to make the call. “We need to abort. He knows we’re on to him.”
Trax hated to leave, but if Couch hadn’t come by now, he probably wasn’t going to show. Trax climbed down the container and rounded up the troops.