Chapter 2
Enzo
A ball gag. That’s a good choice. Whatever she’s here for, it’ll be much more difficult for her to accomplish without being able to talk. And the only way she’s getting out of it is by admitting who she really is, which she won’t do if she’s any good at her job.
I unbutton my shirt and slip it off, letting it drop to the floor. My pants follow. I’m giving her plenty of time to realize what’s about to happen. It’s a test. Will she let me fuck her like a common whore? I hope so. My body hasn’t responded to someone like this in a long fucking time.
Naked, I climb on the bed behind her. I spank her, then press my cock against her ass and lean forward to fasten the ball gag. She still hasn’t protested, although I just made that harder to do. But I haven’t restrained her. She could get up and leave if she wanted to, as far as she knows.
My cock is wet from her saliva, and I can feel her slickness rubbing against me. Without another thought, I reach between us and grab my dick, push the tip into her entrance, and surge forward. I fill her in one thrust and then pull back and do it again.
Normally, I’d start out a little slower and let the poor woman adjust to my size. But I want to see how much she can take. At what point will she tap out? Will she admit the truth? I know she’s here undercover. Without a doubt, I should’ve ignored her, told Sal and Frankie about her so they could deal with her, or killed her myself.
But I’m drawn to her in the worst way. I’m curious. And I can admit to myself that I want to feel her tight body around mine before I send her to an early grave. Because the only way she’s getting out of this room is in a body bag.
I thrust harder and faster, groaning as her silky walls clench around my length. I don’t want her to come. I want to hear her begging me for more. I want her to scream in frustration around that ball gag when I edge her. I want her to admit that she’s a whore, even if she’s not a real escort. And then I want her to tell me the fucking truth about why she’s here, so that I know if we’ll be expecting any other little problems.
My balls are slapping against her clit, giving her just enough stimulation to push her higher and higher. A tingling feeling precedes my orgasm, building and building into the dam bursts, and I pump her sweet pussy full of my cum. Once I’m completely empty, I pull out and step off the bed.
To my delight, she groans in frustration and then reaches for her clit. As if I’m going to let that happen.
“No.”
She pauses, turns, and glares at me.
“That’s not the way to get on my good side.”
I watch as realization crosses her face. She figured out that I intentionally didn’t let her come. Not that I don’t know how to get her there; I didn’t want her to get there. Yet.
“On your back.”
She obeys.
“Such a good little whore.”
Elise
Fuck, I wish I could say I don’t like it when he calls me a whore. I’ve worked hard to get where I am in my career. I shouldn’t be turning into a puddle at the degrading praise of a criminal. But my body doesn’t lie. I love everything he’s doing to me, even though he didn’t let me come.
I still can’t say anything because he hasn’t removed the ball gag. I’m not sure how I’m going to ask him about the trafficking ring we’ve been investigating. All of our latest leads have pointed to Club X, which is why I was sent in. But I haven’t been able to gather any information because I’ve only been picked up by low-level soldiers.
Enzo is my primary suspect, and I honestly never expected him to pick me up, despite how hard I worked to subtly get his attention. I was hoping I’d be able to seduce an officer and get information out of him, but this is better. Although it’s not going well case-wise, my body is enjoying the evening.
“Lift your arms.”
Once again, I find myself following his orders without even questioning them. I know it’s not a good idea but if I don’t play along, he might throw me out. And at this point, he owes me an orgasm.
He cuffs my wrists to the headboard and then removes the ball gag. At least I can talk now, but I’ve lost my chance of escaping if this goes south.
“Now be a good girl and clean yourself off my dick, and I might let you come next time.”
He kneels on the bed by my head expectantly, still looking pissed off at the world. Apparently it’ll take more than one orgasm to cheer him up. I take him into my mouth, loving the taste of our combined juices. Already, he’s hard again.
And he apparently still doesn’t want to come in my mouth.
Just as he moves between my legs, there’s a knock at the door. I expect him to deal with whoever is bothering him before he fucks me again, but he surprises me by fully seating himself inside of me and then yelling, “What?”
The door cracks open and Frankie, his underboss, pokes his head in. Enzo fucks me slowly and looks at Frankie expectantly, waiting to see what he wants.
Frankie takes in the scene before him and then says, “You asked me to tell you, no matter what you were doing. It’s happening now.”
“Fuck!”
Enzo slaps my clit before getting off the bed and throwing his clothes back on as quickly as possible.
“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back for you. We aren’t anywhere near finished.”