37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
On Saturday, I get a message from Johnny B. Goode on the City Sinners app.
Johnny: What’s next, slut?
I breathe in relief that he wants to see me again.
Eoghan’s fingers circling my lips yesterday flash in my mind.
The snarky bastard threatened to choke me with his cock. Yet, the space between my legs throbbed. And it’s all I’ve thought about since.
Me: Are you willing to get completely naked for me?
Johnny: Completely?
From his huge cock to the power behind his thrusts and glimpses of him in the dark, Johnny has nothing to be ashamed of. He has a god-like body.
Me: With the mask on.
Johnny: I’m game. What do you have in mind?
I consider a scene in a book my club read last year. The mafia husband throat fucked his wife until she confessed to betraying him. I don’t recall if those exact words were used, but Lena, one of the moms who dips in and out of the club, showed up for this book’s get together and objected to the scene.
“How is throat fucking not sexual assault?” she cried out.
But I read between the lines. The wife enjoyed it.
Me: I want to be throat fucked.
Johnny: Excuse me?
Me: What word wasn’t clear? Throat or fucked?
Johnny: Where did you learn that term?
Me: A book. There was a throat fucking scene that sounded hot.
Johnny: Who was getting throat fucked?
Me: The wife.
Johnny: Book, please?
I type the title.
Johnny: Throat fucking the way you described is a form of BDSM punishment.
Hmmm. It didn’t sound like punishment when Eoghan mentioned it. But Eoghan isn’t Johnny. They have different goals as far as I’m concerned.
Me: I figured you and I could wing it.
Should I ask how he knows about BDSM? He’s using a hook-up app for kinky encounters, he might use sex clubs, too. I’m sure he goes to strip clubs. Las Vegas is strip club central.
Johnny: Is it your fantasy to be punished that way?
Me: It gets me hot when you get turned on.
Johnny: I see.
Me: Will it get you hot throat fucking me to punish me for being bad?
No response comes for a moment, and I wonder if he’s thinking or jerking off.
Johnny: How do you plan to be bad? It will feel hollow to punish you for nothing.
Me: What would make you punish a woman like that?
Johnny: Not a woman. You.
Me: What do I need to do to get you mad enough at me?
Johnny: Sleep with someone else.
The answer steals my breath.
Me: Just that?
Johnny: Off the top of my head. We mean nothing to each other except this. There is nothing else you can do to make me mad enough to hold you down and gag you with my cock until I’m coming down your throat.
I practically come reading his response.
We mean nothing to each other except this…
Why does that hurt? Even if it’s true. I asked for this. And I insisted I don’t see his face. To keep him a stranger.
He’s suggesting I sleep with someone else. Eoghan crashes into my mind and my center clenches at the idea of him inside me again. Dear God, I can kill two birds with one stone.
Give myself to Eoghan, knowing I’m just using him to enrage Johnny. Who will in turn throat fuck me for it.
Hmmm?
I high-five the air, so giddy. This is too good to be true.
Me: Are you sure there isn’t anything else?
Johnny: Gemma7, if you let a man touch you, you will be punished. And that includes being violated in every hole so the memory of any other man will be washed away.
His visceral possessiveness intensifies with each exchange.
Me: So not if I crashed your car?
Johnny: No.
Me: And not if I stole your credit cards and went on a shopping spree?
Johnny: I’d gladly pay whatever bills you would rack up.
Aw.
Me: Are you rich?
Johnny: Yes.
I shake my head, again wondering why he’s using an app for a hook up. Las Vegas caters to rich men. Any woman of any size and color can be ordered up. The girlfriend experience is in high demand and ladies deliver.
Me: I do well for myself, too, you know.
Johnny: You’re smart. I’m sure you do well for yourself. I’m guessing you wouldn’t get satisfaction stealing my credit card.
Me: But you think I would crash your car?
Johnny: No comment.
Me: How would you know if I slept with someone else? Can’t I just say I did?
Johnny: I will need to witness the ungodly event.
My heart leaps into my throat. No way would Eoghan let someone watch us have sex.
Me: I will have to think of something else.
Johnny: Gemma7…
Me: Yeah?
Johnny: What’s wrong?
Tears prick my eyes. I’m in over my head with this. All of this. This app, teasing a stranger, thwarting off advances from a mafia boss.
Me: Nothing.
John: Liar.
Before I try to dispute that, he messages me back.
Johnny: Is there a man you know that you would be willing to fuck so I’m enraged enough to hold you down and throat fuck you?
Now I feel like a hypocrite. Why am I playing these games when I can just have mind-blowing sex with Eoghan?
Eoghan…
As soon as he gives Daniel what he needs to get ahead of the Borgia case, he’s flying home to New York. Not that I can have anything serious with him. I want that Director’s position.
Johnny: Gemma7?
Me: Yes. There’s someone…
Johnny: Who??
Me: A man I’m currently working with.
Johnny: What does he look like?
Me: No, I won’t let you stalk me so you can hurt him.
Johnny: That’s not why I asked.
Me: Then why did you ask?
Johnny: I want you to describe him.
Me: He’s ugly.
Johnny: Ha. I doubt you’d want to fuck an ugly man.
Sighing, I give in.
Me: Understand, I’m on this app to have fantasies with a stranger because it’s safe. Him… This other man… That’s not safe.
Johnny: Is he good looking?
Me: He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Does that bother you?
Johnny: No. I’m sure you’d think the same of me.
Me: You’re a looker?
Johnny: I’m fucking stunning.
I let the phone slip from my fingers to the table, and have a sip of wine. How do I have two gorgeous men, built, cut, with big cocks, who want me?
One is a miracle.
Johnny: Does this man want to sleep with you?
I bite my lip, worrying that if I tell Johnny that Eoghan propositions me every time we’re together, he might track him down. That turns into a giggle, knowing Eoghan with his family ties, can’t be touched. If anything, I worry about Johnny. Mafia men fight differently.
Me: Is there a reason he or any man wouldn’t want to sleep with me?