38. Frankie
Chapter 38
Frankie
A s I ride Tony’s cock, I watch Nico … I watch every tick of his jaw, every clench of his fist, and each one drives me on. I begin to move faster and fuck harder.
Tony groans in both pleasure and pain, but I know he’s close. I am too, but I want to show Nicolas no matter what he does I’ll follow his orders, no matter how ridiculous they are.
“Fuck,” Tony grits through his teeth, and I feel his warm seed fill me. I look at Nico and smirk as I take Tony deep inside before lifting slowly and following his eyes as he sees Tony’s seed start to spill out of me.
In two strides he is at my feet, pulling me off him and tossing me on my back on the lumpy mattress, dust flying free and making me cough. I watch as Tony lays there naked, his softening cock against his stomach and his one good eye watching Nico.
“You want to play a game?” Nico asks him.
“Wha …?” Tony tries to speak but he is spent, his energy gone. He has nothing left inside him from the beating he’s taken.
Nico pulls his gun from the back of his slacks and empties the chamber of its bullets, placing all but one in his pocket.
“I’m a gambling man, Tony. For your lie alone I should have killed you … straight out,” he tells him as he inserts the bullet back into its chamber. “But not only are we family, we are friends … so…” He smiles— he looks deranged.
He flicks the gun to the side securing the bullet inside and spins the barrel.” Let’s let fate decide … should you die for your deceit or …” He points the gun at Tony’s head, and I call out, “No, Nicolas, please. Don’t kill him.”
It feels like I have a band of drummers inside my chest, drumming away, and they’re at the crescendo.
He pulls the trigger … click but nothing. The silence in the air is chilling, then he breaks it by laughing.
“Looks like you live to see another day, fate was on your side this time, Tony,” he tells him as he opens the chamber, filling it back up. “Well, enough that you won’t die.” Clicking the chamber shut again, he points the gun to his hip and fires the gun, which echoes loudly around the container.
Tony growls in pain, and Nico bends down and grips his cheeks. “You’re welcome.” He smiles and lands a punch to his face, knocking him out.
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper. I like Tony and, sure, I also like violence … but it’s reserved for people I don’t actually like, not for people I do.
“A lesson”—he looks over at me—“in loyalty … one which he was lucky I was so generous with.” I lean up on my elbows as I watch him stalk over to me.
“Now, il mio tesoro , it’s your turn.” He smiles as he unzips his fly and drops to his knees on the mattress, causing me to bounce and slip off my elbow. “I can see his cum still dripping from you … this will be the last time anyone else touches you,” he tells me as he takes his cock from his pants. His fingers tease my slit, gathering our juices and coating his cock with it as he starts to fist long hard strokes, groaning low as he watches me. Damn this man is a snack! Scratch that, he’s a whole fucking meal.
“You won’t make a sound, this is for my pleasure only…” he tells me, thrusting his big hard cock inside, and I clamp my lips closed to stop me from making a noise.
He smirks at me knowingly. His punishing thrusts are relentless, and I feel his hand trace up the length of my body, gripping hard when he reaches my neck.
“Can you hear that?” he asks as he thrusts hard, our cum squelching and running down the crack of my ass. “That’s the sound of me fucking his cum out of you. You’ve been a dirty little slut,” he continues as I attempt to respond, but his grip on my throat restricts me from doing so, and I only manage a gasp.
I followed his orders so how the fuck does that make me a slut!
“My slut, mine to punish, mine to fuck … mine!” he says, face close to mine.
The need to come is getting greater as he pinches my pebbled nipples, and I feel my pussy clench. He releases my neck and slaps me across the cheek.
“You will not come,” he grits out, his breath labored, and I know he’s close too. I only wish he’d hurry up because if he doesn’t, I won’t be able to stop myself.
Then I feel it as his cock pulses inside me, and I grit my teeth together trying to think of anything else other than how good it feels to be full of him right now.
He pulls back, looks down to my pussy, watching his seed spill out and smiles.
“Mine,” he says as he slaps my pussy, almost making me come.
He laughs as he stands and reaches for his phone, typing a text to god knows who, then pulling me up.
“Get dressed.” He looks toward my clothes.
“My clothes are ruined,” I tell him.
“Here,” he says, tossing his suit jacket toward me, coming forward and kissing my forehead. “I haven’t finished with you yet. Marco will collect you, and you will wait at my home until I get there,” he commands.
“Okay,” I respond without a fight, and I lean into his kiss, closing my eyes and exhaling as I feel his warm hands grip my shoulders gently.
For the first time in my life, despite everything, I feel safe. He makes me feel safe, so what’s the point in fighting him on it. He’ll get me there and tie me up if he has too, and to be honest, I don’t want to fight him. I want to know what this is between us.