Chapter 13 #2
“You’re quite beyond your county’s lines, Mr. Wellington . Is the wife around?” I ignore his statement, tucking my cell back into the pocket of my leather jacket. “Or is tonight a… solo adventure ? Perhaps, a lusty rendezvous ?”
He chuckles again, nervously staring at my pocket as if contemplating an attempt to snatch it from me. We both know he doesn’t possess the adequate balls to risk such a deadly move.
“ I thought so … Mayor, are you familiar with the quote first spoken by the infamous Al Capone… “ You get more with a kind word and a gun than you do with a kind word alone?”
His throat bobs.
“Yes, well, my point being, sir , I have a favor to ask of you. A very small one. One which would also ensure the fact, I never saw you here tonight… And upon fulfilment of said favor,” I tap the cell in my pocket, “ this proverbial gun shall disappear.”
“Alright…” he cautiously agrees.
“ Splendid!” I wave over a half-naked waitress and order each of us an Old Fashioned. “Keep the change.” I smile and toss some cash on her tray.
It isn’t long after we finish our drinks and conversation that the mayor scurries off upon agreeing to my strong-armed request.
“You never did tell me exactly how you managed to survive the Saviors MC,” I say to Rusty, sitting uncomfortably by my side now that we’re somewhat alone.
Hooligans shout and whistle as a new dancer begins her set on the center stage. It isn’t her.
“You haven’t exactly been reachable.” He shrugs.
“When I received your letter along with the key to a safety deposit box, I was afraid you were about to meet your end.” Rusty sighs.
“Anyway, long story short, Dean believed me. That I believed you . That I was only helping you because you changed course on your brother. That it truly was about keeping her safe. I’ve always liked Vanna.
I’ve always liked all of them. Dean’s a good guy, Legion. Even if he does hate us both , now.”
“You’re just happy he didn’t slit your throat.”
Rusty chuckles, though there is remorse in his words. “Yeah, that might have something to do with it, too.”
I study him for a moment. “You want back in.”
He shrugs. “I guess it just felt good to be a part of something with a purpose.”
“ Indeed…”
My gaze drifts back to the stage as I wait for Puppet to perform her set, thinking back on my first encounter with Dean Keegan outside of the Twisted Throttle roadhouse.
I had been restless that night when I returned to the Demons’ Den. The odd feeling at the Savior’s roadhouse had plagued my mind, but I’d focused on the big picture…the grand plan.
Weeks had passed since we acquired the nearly condemnable structure, and our numbers were steadily increasing. Asmodeus had sent in a few more of our own guys to aid in keeping the smaller gangs in check. They were eager for a piece of the spoils I’d promised in exchange for their cooperation.
Among the new arrivals had been Puppet, and three other girls, communal property of my brother’s former crew. Not our best quality whores, but they were something for our ranking members to play with while we built up our stables in and around Bermuda County.
It had been a while since I’d gotten laid.
All of my energy, time, and attention had been thrown into rigging Keegan’s life to implode.
I was fixated. Obsessed , in actuality. At times, I’d wondered if I wanted to carry out his annihilation even more than my brother.
At least, that had been the case in the beginning of it all.
My moods were often foul back then, stressed and frustrated.
I was constantly annoyed by the shortsightedness and impatience of the crews I’d dealt with in order to orchestrate the obliteration of what had, for a long time running, been a clean, safe county.
Arguments and infighting over which crew would run what had been a regular occurrence.
It was on my integral shoulders to placate everyone with promises of territory and prosperity.
Empty as those promises were, they needed to be made.
The destruction of Keegan’s beloved hometown and community was just one part of the grand plan.
I knew damn well that once I avenged my brother and Keegan was no longer among the living, everything would crumble upon my return to the desert.
I could already see how things would play out.
The influx of drugs and prostitution would erode everything, and greed would lead to a blood bath of gang wars for power and control in our absence.
Not only would I take his life, but his legacy as well .
However, the grand plan is not why that night comes back to me now, sitting here in a cheap strip joint. What pulls me back to the past is Puppet’s arrival after my first meeting with Dean Keegan. My thoughts turn inward, and the scene unfolds behind my eyes…
“ M aster?” Puppet’s voice pulled me out of my obsessive thoughts that night, and I glanced up at her from my desk.
It had been the better part of a year since I’d left her behind, and although I’d blatantly expressed my wish for her to remain in Arizona, my cock was glad to see her.
Particularly, her mouth. Though there was something more about her that had instantly piqued my interest.
“Come in.”
Puppet closed the door softly behind her, cutting off the rambunctious happenings in the front of the building.
“You must be well looked after. You’ve put on more weight.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” Her posture seemed to wilt, head bowed, as if ashamed by my assessment.
“ No… I quite like it.” My gaze hungrily roamed her more defined, voluptuous curves. “ Strip .”
She immediately shed her clothing down to her undergarments, and my eyes settled on her thick thighs. My thoughts drifted to Mary Margarette’s, parted beneath her pleated skirt in the pews, and my hand moving beneath her bible, seeking her forbidden heat…
“Come,” I said, moving from my desk to take a seat on the couch opposite the door. She stood before me, and I grabbed her hand, tugging her off balance until she was sprawled across my lap.
My hand ran up the back of her leg until my fingers traced the crease where her thigh met her ass.
She startled when I gripped the round curve of her flesh, kneading and massaging the firm, sexy piece of meat. I lifted my hand and brought it crashing down in a hard smack, feeling the sharp sting in my palm.
She let out a muffled little shriek of surprise.
“You disobeyed me, Puppet. Had I any real desire to see you, I would have sent for you.”
I smacked her hard again.
Her gasp morphed into a groan when I rubbed the sting of the slap away.
“What have you to say for yourself?”
“I missed you, Sir.” I barely heard her whimpered reply.
Smack!
She jerked and took in another sharp breath.
I hit her again, this time angling the strike to clip the bottom of her pussy. One of her hands gripped my lower leg, just above my boot, as she clenched her thighs together, stifling a deeper groan.
“Spread your fucking legs, or I’ll belt your ass so thoroughly, you won’t sit for a week.”
“Yes, Master.” She relaxed her legs once more, allowing them to part enough for me to slide my hand between her thighs. I pressed my palm against the warm, already damp fabric of her panties, cupping her.
“You wanton little slut,” I sneered, rubbing my fingers up and down her cunt.
I worked the cotton material into her slit until her lips, slickened with need, slipped out around the edges.
“Such a dirty whore, aren’t you? Has this juicy little pussy been working hard for Daddy? Milking cocks and bank accounts?”
“ Yes, Daddy ,” she purred, attempting to push herself harder against my fingers, greedy for more.
Instead, I spanked her ass again, another resounding smack, and her moan reverberated through my office.
“What am I to do with you here?”
“Anything you please, Sir.”
I shoved my fingers between her lips again, rubbing her clit roughly over the material, until she was gasping and whimpering from the onslaught of aggressive stimulation.
My cock grew harder, jabbing into her soft stomach while she squirmed against me.
The wetness of her need sloshed audibly against my fingers as I rubbed her harder and faster, until she was a soaking, desperate mess.
“Oh! Daddy! Please! Just this once…” she cried.
I only scoffed at her plea to be fucked. I wouldn’t. My cock down her throat was the most she’d ever get from me.
When I pulled my hand from between her thighs, she let out a pitiful moan at the loss.
“On your fucking knees.”
She immediately shifted herself off of me and kneeled between my legs. Her trembling hands fumbled with my belt and fly, so eager to get my cock out. I gathered her long, auburn hair into my fist and held her head back from me while she freed my dick.
“You want it?” I watched her as she hungrily admired my rigid appendage and attempted to nod. “Words, whore! I asked you a question!”
“Yes, Master,” Puppet quickly replied. “I want you in all the ways you will allow me to have you.”
“ Look at me.”
Her hazel eyes immediately flicked up to meet mine.
“ Open that suck hole. Lick your lips. Get them wet for me.”
Her jaw fell open, tongue sliding slowly around the plump ring of her lips, until they glistened, primed and ready to suck me off. I pulled her forward by her hair, angling her above my cock, before I pushed her down onto it. An involuntary hiss escaped me as she immediately went to work on me.
“ This is all you’re good for, Puppet,” I sighed, her mouth already alleviating the tension from my being.
I watched her head bob up and down on me.
Admittedly, I’d missed the tight, pillowy ring of her lips and the glorious suction she managed to create with that mouth.
I could feel the quickening pulse of my heartbeat in my throbbing cock. “Do you enjoy this?”
An affirmative little moan vibrated up her throat, contributing to the pleasurable sensation.