by Sam Crescent
“Mr. Mazza has instructed me to bring you food and clothes.” She pointed to the cart. On top was breakfast food, and then she moved to the baskets. “Lingerie, jeans, skirts, and dresses. Good day.”
“Wait,” she said.
The older woman stopped and turned to her.
“Erm, what’s your name?” she asked.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I don’t want to be rude to you if you’re bringing me breakfast. I’m Avery Finch.”
“Miss Trench. Be careful, Avery.”
The door closed, and the lock flicked back into place before she could say anything else. Why wasn’t she having any luck this week? She had entered her father’s shop hopeful. He had so many customers, but he’d lost so many huge businesses and restaurants to cater to. It’s where he’d made a good portion of his money, and he’d failed them, so they had taken their business elsewhere.
She pushed thoughts of her father aside and walked up to the cart. Picking up the clothes, she decided on a pair of jeans and a shirt. They were all in her size. Another surprise. The last thing she wanted to do was to wear lingerie, but seeing as they were all the underwear they had to offer, she picked out a sexy, lacy red set that felt incredible against her body. Once she was done, she found a brush in one of the baskets and brushed her hair. Taking her breakfast, she sat on the floor with her back against the bed, eating the cereal. She crunched through the flakes, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind kept going back to the night before and the way Gino touched her.
The promises he’d made and the way he described using her body.
Her cheeks flamed at the memory of the way he’d gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks. She hadn’t done any of the things he described, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. With the tip of the spoon at her lips, she thought about his cock.
She hadn’t even felt him inside her yet, but against her body, he’d been big. Huge. Was there a way to suck him off without gagging?
Why are you even thinking about this?
She pressed her legs together, feeling a pull of arousal at the thought of not fighting him. If he wanted a toy, she could gladly become the very toy he wanted. There was no need to fight. When it came to men, she was hopeless.
One single time with a guy was just pathetic. Unless they were a father or a customer, she couldn’t speak to men. Talking to them seemed … odd. She always closed up. Leaning her head back against the bed, she tried not to groan.
This new chapter in her life could be exactly what she needed.
Pointless, meaningless sex with one guy who could show her everything and not expect anything in return. Once he was bored or her father paid the debt, she’d be free with all the new knowledge.
She finished her breakfast, placing the bowl and spoon back on the table. Sipping at the coffee, she emptied the trolley of all the clothes, placing them in the closet. She made sure shirts went in one cubbyhole, jeans in another. There were no hangers, so she placed them as neatly as she could.
Someone entered her room just as she was folding the last dress, making sure all the corners were right with no creases.
Gino cleared his throat, and she turned to the closet door to see him leaning against it.
“You like your new clothes?” he asked.
“Yes, they’re lovely, thank you.” She forced a smile to her lips. While working on her wardrobe she had decided a few things. Fighting against what was happening to her was not an option. She’d given herself to Gino willingly. She didn’t want her father to suffer any more than he had, so there was no point in fighting it. This life wouldn’t involve pain. Gino hadn’t hurt her in anyway. On the contrary, he’d given her one of the best orgasms she’d ever received.
There was nothing wrong with liking sex. Rather than seeing herself as an enforced toy for pleasure, she was seeing herself as a student.
Gino was her teacher, and seeing as she loved education of any kind, she was more than willing to learn.
“What have you done?” he asked.
“Nothing.” She finished putting the last of her clothes away. She stepped up to him, placed a hand on his chest, and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for the clothes.” She stayed perfectly still, waiting for him to make the first move.
“You’re up to something.”
“I’m not, actually.”
“Last night you were a pain in the ass.”
“I don’t see it like that. I didn’t stop you from touching me.”
“Is that your problem? You think you should have?” he asked.
She sighed. “I liked you touching me. I was scared, but I agreed to this and I’m not going to fight it. You want a toy, and I’ll be one. I’m not very experienced, so you’re going to have to teach me.”
“You think that’s going to be a problem?”
“I don’t know, is it? I’m yours, Mr. Mazza.”
“Gino.”
“Gino.” She smiled. “No tricks here. I just want to live, and I want my father to live.”
He stared at her in silence for a couple of minutes before stepping away. He didn’t say a word, and as she followed him out, she saw the tray had gone.
“You’re allowed to walk the grounds this morning.”
“I am?”
“Yes.” He held out a jacket that had been placed on the bed. “It’s a little cold, and I don’t want you to catch your death.”
She went to him, putting her hands into the arms of the jacket as he helped her. He took over in pulling up the zipper.
Once he was satisfied, he took her hand, leading her out of the room.
She didn’t get a chance to take in her surroundings as he was moving way too fast for her to really see anything. She imagined he had a really nice home, anyway.
A guy like Gino was used to having nice things.
She did notice the men and the guns.
“Do you need so much security?” she asked the moment they were outside.
No matter where they went, she saw men on the alert.
“I’m not a nice guy. I need to make sure I’m surrounded by men I can trust and who are willing to risk their lives for mine.”
“That’s not too extreme?” she asked.
“Like is always extreme. In my world, it’s alive or dead. I choose to live.”
“Fair enough.” She wasn’t going to argue with him.
Gino still held her hand, and they walked away from the house, taking the path. It was a cold morning, and some of the flowers looked to be dying off.
“Have you spoken with my father?” she asked.
“No. He’ll be dealt with when the time is right. For now, he needs to get his legs fixed so he can get my money back. Until then, you’re dealing with the interest.”
She gritted her teeth. It was like he was purposefully trying to find a way of pissing her off.
“Do you take women for payment often?” she asked.
“You’d be surprised how many women are either offered up or throw themselves at me or my men. It’s disgusting, really. I don’t like it.”
She stopped walking. “I disgust you?”
Gino turned to look at her. “No, you don’t. How about that?”
“But I did exactly the same as those women you talk about.”
He laughed. “Are you feeling guilty?”
“No, I just don’t like the thought of you being disgusted with me.”
“You’re telling the truth.”
“I don’t know if it’s something others can stand, but I know I cannot.”
“You don’t disgust me, Avery.” He pressed her up against one of the metal posts. There were empty hanging baskets above them. “Far from it. You excite me.”
****
Gino cut Avery’s walk short. He had intended to take her throughout the whole of the gardens and even to the paddock where he kept a couple of horses. He got the text through that the cameras were all set up.
He didn’t l
ike to wait around for work to be done.
After dropping Avery back in her room, he’d gone through the security cameras in the bedroom, closet, and bathroom. She would have no privacy, and he could access them through his cell phone.
There was nowhere Avery could go as he’d be able to watch her at every second of every day. Like now. The security crew were long gone, and as he sat at the dining room table, alone, he was watching Avery. She sat on the floor beside her bed, twirling her fork into her spaghetti. She didn’t look exactly thrilled at the prospect of eating.
She was bored.
He’d yet to send up books or a television. He did have them ready, and he wanted to play with her.
Tomorrow, the television would be wheeled into her room, and he already had the movies ready for her to watch.
For now, he rather liked the submissive routine. He had no doubt the hellcat would come back.
He wanted to play with both.
Closing off his cell phone, he finished his meal and went straight to his room. He took a long shower before climbing into his bed. Accessing her cameras, he saw her lying in bed, looking toward the door. She’d curled up onto her side, and was waiting.
“Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart. Not tonight.”
He could have her at any point, but he loved taking her by surprise. He didn’t want her to be able to read him or to know when he’d suddenly appear.
Keeping her on edge was all part of the game, and he loved to play this game.
Gino watched her go to sleep, and when he was sure she was, he turned off his cell phone, closed his eyes, and waited for sleep to claim him.
The following morning, Gino was at breakfast. He needed to get some work done, and that meant going out to his casino. Three men had been caught dealing Cartel drugs in his clubs, and he wasn’t happy. A message needed to be sent back. There was no way the Cartels were getting through his city. He’d fought them off at every single turn, as well as the MC clubs that thought they could take his turf. He’d slaughtered each and every single one of them.
No one took his city from him.
Turning on his cell phone, he watched as Avery looked at the television. The movies he’d sent up were not labeled and were placed in blank cases.
She finished her breakfast as he did.
Walking out of the house, five minutes later, he was still watching her as she looked through each DVD case.
He sat back in the car. His men knew where he wanted to go and didn’t interrupt him as he watched his toy.
She opened up a case and slid the DVD into the slot. She sat on the bed, turning on the television. He smiled as he saw the surprise on her face.
To help tease her, to watch her, he’d sent up nothing but porn. It wasn’t hard to come by, as the mafia owned their own porn house and distribution center. It was tasteful as well. Only select men and women were given the opportunity to work with them, and this was a lucrative business.
The woman on screen was a young blonde, and the guy had a dick that looked like a ten-foot pole in comparison. She was on her knees, worshipping at his feet, sucking in deep. Each of the movies he’d given her all started the same. Each woman sucked a guy off, taking his dick deep into her throat. Most of the scenes ended with a cum shot, exactly how he’d described. As the DVD moved along, each act he’d mentioned to Avery was played out in full, graphic detail.
With her mouth open in shock, he put his cell phone away, happy to have entertained his new toy.
The drive to the casino was a long one. His cock ached, but he pushed his arousal aside as there was no room for it in his life right now. He needed to stay focused, and the only way to do that was to not think about Avery.
He had no choice but to pull his phone out again and this time he didn’t access the camera, but instead, focused on work. He checked his emails and browsed the secure, private network every Capo used in order to get updates from each city. Every single city had a Capo, and they ran their turf how they saw fit. By using the private network, they were able to communicate in code without any civilian or cop finding out what they were dealing with.
Once he was up to date, his car stopped outside of his casino.
Climbing out of the back, he headed inside, his men flanking him. They all knew what to do. The only men he kept near him were loyal. He didn’t have room for assholes or traitors. Each man was carefully picked out, and he put them through a series of tests before they could serve as his guards.
His tests had been proven successful, and he had a higher rate of loyal men than any other Capo.
He didn’t go to his office but instead headed toward the secure basement. The cops in the area were paid a good price to look the other way. Any cop that grew a conscience would always find themselves a jail sentence. He’d come to realize most men and women had a price. He found it, extorted it, and in doing so, he protected his name and his businesses.
Three men were hanging by their feet from the ceiling. They looked pale and sick.
“These are the men who thought to steal from me?”
“We were just doing business,” one of them said.
Gino landed a blow to the head, silencing him. He had no room for thieves.
“This is what they were caught dealing.”
Gino stared at the small white pills and tutted. “Not good. I didn’t give you permission to steal from me.”
The market for drugs, especially in clubs, was huge. He made a fortune in dealing out his own brands. He’d never taken drugs. Control was part of who he was, and he’d seen what this kind of shit did to people. He didn’t even play with the stuff.
“Please, don’t kill me. I didn’t mean to do it. I can tell you anything.” One of the men started to cry, and Gino stepped away as piss ran down his body, entering the man’s mouth.
Disgusting.
The other two men started trying to shut him up as secrets began to spill.
Gino was getting a headache. Grabbing one of the men, he used some pliers, pulling out the man’s tongue. With a knife, he slid the blade across his throat, silencing him.
On to the next man, who’d been arguing as well, and Gino did the same.
Blood soaked the cement as well as their piss.
“Now, where were we? Yes, tell me what plans your bosses have.”
With the other two men now silent, it meant the one still living could spill the coming attack.
Gino listened to every single word. The Cartel intended to attack at the docks in a week. They were going to steal his shipment of guns he had coming in, and that he’d paid a fortune to actually get shipped.
It pissed him off, but the man before him was granted a quick death, rather than a long one. He was a man of his word. A slice across the throat, and no pain.
With the other men though, he skinned them alive, making sure the only sounds of music he heard were their screams. To many he was known as The Butcher. He didn’t get anyone to do his dirty work for him. He was more than happy to deal with messes like this, himself. It was one of the reasons he’d come to power at a young age. His father had known he’d bred a monster, and so, he’d given him a throne to sit on.
Once all three men were dead, he had the skin placed in a box with a message for the Cartels. The rest of the bodies would be cleaned up with all of the other mess.
Gino stepped into the showers, removed his clothes to be burned, and washed up. The Cartels had been trying to steal his territory from him for years. Each attack had only resulted in less of his enemy. He was more than happy for any fight they wanted. He’d kill them all.
Until then, he was going home to check on his toy.
Chapter Four
Every movie she’d been given was porn. Every single one. Any act they could think of was on each DVD. Oral, anal, double penetration, gang-banging, BDSM, rough sex, kinky sex, sex that she didn’t even understand. It was all there in naked glory.
Her dinner had been brought to her, but she’d left
it untouched. Her skin felt on fire. Her body was aching, and she knew it was because of the movies.
Standing up, she turned the television off and started to pace. She needed to calm down her heated skin. Her body was just … aching.
She knew what she needed, but she couldn’t bring herself to do anything. She stepped up to the window, staring out across the garden.
A cold shower?
Anything would be better than the way she felt. Her hands were shaking, and her legs were like Jell-O.
She headed toward the shower, but the door to her room opened and there was the reason for her feelings. He stood, dressed in another pristine suit, looking every part the dominating asshole that he was.
“Did you think this was a joke?” she asked.
“I don’t find anything funny.” He closed the door, and she noticed he didn’t lock it.
As her gaze went to the door behind him, he chuckled.
“I wouldn’t think of trying to best me, Avery. You won’t win. No one does.”
She clenched her hands at her sides. “Why did you show me that?”
“Where has the willing submissive gone?”
“All day you’ve given me nothing but porn.”
“You didn’t have to watch it, and yet, I’m guessing from the look on your face, you did.” He laughed. “I gave you something entertaining and educational to watch.”
“Why?”
“I want you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
She stepped back as he walked toward her. Her legs hit the bed, stopping her from going anywhere else.
He was the one in charge, not her. She couldn’t go anywhere or do anything. He was the one who held all the cards, and she didn’t know what to do.
Just relax.
He wrapped his fingers around her neck, and pushed her back until she was flat against the bed. Her heart pounded as his cock pressed against her core. He’d moved her so she had no choice but to spread her legs to make room for him. The one touch of him against her jeans had them rubbing against her clit. She gasped out.
“Now you’re seeing it. You don’t have to go without, Avery. You can handle that problem all on your own.” His lips brushed her ear, his tongue licking across the lobe. “Are you too much of a prude to take care of your own pleasure? You need a man to do it for you.”