Chapter 28—Payton
I shouldn’t have said anything. Not there. Not like that.
I don’t even know why I spoke. I could have just said the first word and nothing else, like Danny did when he mentioned what scared him.
But the details spilled out anyway. Was it Tommy?
His family? Or was it my undying need to tell someone?
To scream about how things were stolen from me.
How I can never have what they have. Family lunches aren’t something I get anymore.
Everything was stolen by someone I’ll never know.
Because the cops knew nothing. No one bothered to search it out.
They deemed it just a random person seeing the need to kill and rob, so they did so and left.
Didn’t check if I was there or not. Didn’t take anything of value because they might have heard me.
Just came in, shot them both, and then left as if it was a normal Tuesday morning.
But there was nothing normal about it.
“You okay?” Tommy asks as he comes up behind me and rubs my arms.
After my little speech, eating was difficult. Conversation seemed to be even harder for everyone involved. I saw several glances between the men around the table, a few of them catching my eye for a moment before looking down at their food.
Cynthia—Mama—gave me encouraging smiles but didn’t offer any words of condolences. None of them did. But I guess they would understand more than others. Being in the Mafia probably means murder is just part of life.
The Mafia. Seriously? I mean, I’ve heard whispers of things, but I really didn’t think that still existed in this day. It seems far-fetched. But with the time I had to think on it while sitting through lunch and then the ride back to Tommy’s place, things started falling into place.
Suits, always suits. Sure, anyone can wear them, but Mafia movies always have them in suits.
And the bodyguards I noticed? The guns they have?
The ease of access to money and high-dollar items?
That the Kings were so quick to give over my loan to Tommy?
They certainly have the means to do anything and everything.
Including owning me.
“Do you own me?”
He stills his hands but doesn’t drop them from my shoulders.
We’re facing the windows, a place I came to when he took a call once we got back.
I don’t know why I stopped here to look out, but it has the perfect view of the busy life outside.
Even parts of the bridge into Manhattan that seem to glow as the sun sets.
“I own your debt.” He speaks in a calculated tone.
I turn in his arms and take him in, his hands dropping away as I search his face. “But do you own me?” I repeat softly.
His hand glides up and pushes hair behind my ear. Something he seems to do often. It takes time away from answering the question as he moves to the tips of my hair and flips it through his fingers before his eyes snap to mine.
“Yes.”
His voice is strong. Like him. Strength I’ve never had before, and now it stands in front of me.
He can’t own me. That’s not how life works. But he owns my security. He owns the fact that I feel warm and safe. Taken care of.
Not alone.
I rise up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. For a second, I control it, till he takes over. And I happily let him.
He parts my lips, sweeping his tongue in, and I meet him quickly with my own. Dropping my hair, he grabs the back of my head with one hand and puts the other on my waist, steadying me as he pushes me back against the floor-to-ceiling window.
The chill of the glass is nothing compared to the inferno before me. He moves his hand from my waist to right below my ass, bending and then picking me up. My legs wrap around him with ease as my hands fly to his shoulders to anchor myself to him.
His other hand shifts from the odd angle it’s at with my arms around him to heft me up on the window. He nips and bites at my chin and neck as he pushes me higher till his face is buried between my tits, pushing the fabric of the dress apart with his mouth as he trails kisses everywhere.
With a growl, he spins us and sets my ass on the dining table, sweeping off the simple decorative items and sending them crashing to the ground.
But does he care? Do I? Neither of us stops as he lowers my body back and stands between my legs, looking me over.
I’m disheveled. Wanton. Waiting for him to continue. Whatever he wants.
I won’t stop him. I never have. I don’t want to.
Never have. Even if I should, being apart from Tommy isn’t something I’m capable of.
I knew it from the first night. When I saw him, I knew I wouldn’t resist anything he wants.
Asks. Demands. I want to be brave and stand up to people, but Tommy’s not one of them.
He unties the strap on the side of my dress, and it parts like a gift being unwrapped before him. Only it’s me he sees, and the tiny scraps of underwear and bra I chose for today.
Everything up to this point has been rushed. But now it slows to a snail’s pace as he unsnaps the front clasp of my bra, parting it to the side of each breast, my chest rising and falling as I pant beneath his touch.
His fingers graze my skin as he touches me for the first time without cloth between us. My skin breaks out into tiny bumps in their wake.
Leaning down, he grabs both breasts, one in each hand, massaging them as he kisses between them, then takes his time lapping around one nipple.
Licking and sucking, he takes as much as he can into his mouth before repeating it on the other side, using his hand to hold my breasts up to him like an offering to a god.
I bite my lip but can’t hold back the moans of pleasure he pulls from me.
With one last kiss to each tip, he rises once more. This time his hands fall down my body, moving over my stomach and hips till they get to my panties. He doesn’t even look at me as he pulls them down, too focused on what he’s doing.
My legs rise on their own to help, going into the air as he tugs the fabric over my feet.
Then he holds my ankles, kissing the inside of each as he lowers them and then himself to the ground.
His face is even with my pussy, and he breathes deeply before he parts my lips and licks from my ass to my clit.
Bliss ripples through my body as he continues to lick his fill. Pleasure I’ve never known before pulses through me with each pass. Nothing has ever felt like this.
Till he puts his lips on my clit and sucks hard.
My hips shoot up to his mouth, almost pushing him off, but he holds on tight as he grabs each thigh. Wrapping my legs around him, I squeeze tight because I don’t want him to get away.
Now I understand his need to push me down and not let me up for air last night.
If this is how it felt for him, I almost want to apologize for fighting him those first few moments when he shocked me as I choked on his cock.
But after this? I’m going to expect it. No, I’ll require it.
If he does it to me, there’s zero shame in me smothering him with my core.
He moves one hand around my thighs and between my legs, sliding a finger into my wet heat and pistoning in time with his sucks. Then he adds another. And another. I feel stretched and full, but I still want more, though I don’t know of what.
When his other hand moves to my ass and he circles the rim of a part of me I never thought could feel sensuality, I buck against him. It causes his teeth to graze my clit, and it sends me off. I scream his name as I give him my release, and he drinks it all down.
I shudder at the sensitivity I feel, but his mouth doesn’t let up. He keeps going, and when I look at him, his eyes are closed. I brush hair off his forehead, and his eyes open and find me.
“Please.” It’s all I can say.
Not sure if I’m asking him to stop or not, but he understands better than I do.
I might have said the word, but the meaning behind it is lost on me.
Till he kisses my sex, just like he did with my breasts, and stands, letting my legs fall open on either side of me.
He brings them up to bend at the knee, resting my feet flat on the table.
Once he has me how he wants, bra and dress still wrapped around my arms but otherwise exposed to him, he takes the time to undress.
He starts with the buttons on his shirt, one by one till I see every part of his torso. Then his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. I’m assuming he kicks them off along with his socks and shoes, but I can’t see much below his dick. Not that I try.
It’s captivated my attention. It was big in my hand. My mouth took it, but it was a tight fit. Now he’s about to push it inside me.
He moves his hand to his cock and strokes it. I shudder at the sight and look away. If I keep eyes on it, I’ll come again—I’m that turned on by what he’s doing.
“You on something?”
Does he mean drugs? I tilt my head in confusion and slowly shake my head.
“Birth control,” he explains, and I feel like an idiot for not knowing, proving my lack of experience. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I shake my head again.
He only smiles. A kind, warm smile before he leans down and kisses me gently on the lips.
Then leaves.
My eyes follow him as he goes to the hallway by the bedrooms. I hear a door open and then some other movement as I just lie here.
Still.
Unsure.
Unease trickles into my mind.
Till he comes back, ripping a wrapper open with his mouth before moving back between my legs and putting the condom on his still-hard cock.
“We’ll talk about birth control later.” He steps closer and grabs his dick, brushing it against my pussy before moving it between my lips and up to my clit. “I’m going to need to feel all of you soon. I won’t put you at risk, but I’m going to be bare inside you at some point.”
Then he pushes in, and I arch at the intrusion as my fingers claw at the table.
He keeps going, steady but not slow. Consistent.
“That’s right, baby. Be my good girl and let me in. You’re doing so good. Fuck, you’re gripping me so hard.”
He hooks his hands around my legs and pulls me to him quickly.
I shout, but there’s no joy in it. And the tears that fall from my eyes are real.
He leans over me, licking the tears as his dick twitches all the way inside.
“Shhh, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”
His hips don’t move at all, but his mouth does, kissing my closed eyes, then my cheeks. The tip of my nose, my chin. Then, finally, my lips. Soft, gentle kisses. Not rushed and not coaxing. Just there. Steady and true, like everything else about Tommy.
He keeps kissing me till I hunger for something more than just gentle. I part my lips for him and let him taste me as I slip my tongue into his mouth, being bold and pushing forward. Even my hips move, just a little, but it’s enough for him to pull back slowly before pushing back in.
First, his thrusts are shallow, slow and steady. But like our kisses, they soon deepen. He pulls farther away till his dick is almost all the way out before pushing back in and hitting what feels like my stomach.
The pain that seemed to have shattered the moment is gone as we fight for our own pleasure, seeking the other to continue doing what they’re doing so we can keep getting what we want.
I reach for his shoulders, holding tight and then scratching at his back as his mouth stays on mine but his hands go to my breasts, twisting and pulling in a way that has me withering beneath him.
He keeps moving, my knees still bent and my feet on the table, and I feel him hit my clit with each thrust.
“Tommy,” I say on a soft cry as I shatter and pull away from his mouth.
He grunts and shudders before kissing me once more. His mouth still hungers for my lips as his hips slow and eventually stop moving.
He pulls back but brings me up as well, finally taking the time to remove my clothes from my arms. But nothing else.
His dick is still inside me from this angle and our closeness, but it soon falls away when he lifts me and carries me to his room, ignoring the broken bowl on the floor and our clothes scattered everywhere. Even ignoring the buzzing of his phone, again.
He sets me on the bed and pulls the condom off, tying it off before tossing it into the trash can by the nightstand.
A nightstand with a drawer still open. He reaches in and pulls out three more condoms, throwing them onto the bed.
I eye them, then him.
His smirk says more than his words ever could.
“You didn’t think I was done with you just yet, did you?”
I had no clue I could be into doing all that again so quickly, but the second he leans down and kisses me, all my fears and worries slip away, and I just sink into Tommy’s bed with his arms wrapped around me. Not caring about anything and everything and just enjoying what I have.
For as long as I have it.