Chapter 13 Blake
BLAKE
“I can’t.” Distress and conflict bleed into her voice.
“Yes, you can.” I need to see her again.
It’s a craving deep in my gut. That flash of her face, the few seconds she looked right at me, smiling, is tattooed onto my soul.
I’ve never seen anything so lovely as her, her eyes bright.
“This has to be anonymous,” she protests. Her heart isn’t in it. “For the sake of my work,” she adds.
I’m not sure why she’s so convinced that me knowing who she is will be a disaster, but admittedly, I’m not a young woman at the mercy of a mafia boss.
If this is what she needs in order to feel comfortable, then okay. We’ll play her way. Anything to ensure she keeps talking to me, and showing me her pleasure.
“How will I be able to track you down from your face if you never meet your clients in person?” I point out.
She silently absorbs this.
“The TelUBox app is secure. I tried to find out your name, or IP address, or anything I could use from it, but I failed.”
“Really?” She’s suspicious, and maybe scared.
“Yes.” That’s true. I just neglected to mention that I found out who her brother is, and that gave me all the information I needed.
“And Paddington?”
“You think he’d risk his reputation for me?” I laugh.
“Better than being dead,” she says dryly.
“Not for someone like him. I wish that were the case. Paddington has an unshakable policy. And you know that, otherwise you wouldn’t have picked up the packages I left for you. Now show me.” I let my voice go harsh.
“The fingers? Or me reading?” She huffs. “You’re making no sense.”
“Either. Then we can move on to other things I’ve sent you.”
“Blake.” She tries to pronounce my name like I’m being unreasonable. “You don’t want to see me eating your severed fingers.”
“Does my assassin think I’m squeamish? Let me assure you, I’m not. Watching you put my fingers in your mouth and melt with sweet pleasure sounds perfect.” I smirk to myself. “I absolutely do.”
“You’re insane.”
She hasn’t said no.
She exhales, and then my screen goes blank before it flickers and her face appears. And there she is. Head and shoulders visible, in a white shirt. She’s biting her lip, looking worried.
My bunny. Mine.
I take her in greedily. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her brown eyes have flecks of green and gold and her lips are so plump. Glossy too, from her tongue that darts out and moistens them. My cock jumps, instantly at attention.
“It’s good to see you, Bunny the Killer.”
A blink of discomfort is there and gone in a second, but I internally chastise myself. No reminders that she’s pretending to be a cold-blooded murderer for hire, and that I’m actually a dangerous mafia boss.
“Hey,” she responds shyly.
“Where are you?” I ask.
“My bedroom.” She shifts and I get a glimpse of her bed.
“Perfect. I have you all to myself, then.” I settle into my chair, getting comfortable. “Put my fingers in your mouth. Just one,” I suggest. “To taste. Tell me if they’re any good.”
They should be. I spent an absolute fortune on the best custom-made chocolates I could find.
“Mm…” She licks her lips nervously, and I hold back a groan.
I don’t think she has any idea what she does to me. It helps that she’s gorgeous, but my cock is at attention for her. For the essence of her that captivates me.
“I want to watch your pleasure, Bunny.”
“Are we… Doing that again?” And there’s anticipation in her tone.
“We can do that as many times as you like.” I feel pre-come beading at my tip.
“But with chocolate?”
“That too.”
She glances away from the screen and a second later, has a severed finger chocolate between her fingertips. She examines it, then slants her gaze at me, and whatever she sees makes her burst into laughter.
“It’s a finger! I can’t!”
“Try. For me.” They do look remarkably similar to my own digits.
“I’m going to close my eyes,” she says, half a question.
I nod my permission.
Her lashes shadow her cheeks. She lifts the chocolate and touches it to her plush, pink lower lip. Her tongue slides out to taste.
“It’s sweet,” she murmurs.
I’m watching obsessively.
This is sick, of course it is. She’s far younger than me. Our age gap is filthy. She’s innocent, and funny, and the most perfect person I’ve ever known. Whereas I am older, grumpy, and morally grey at best.
The thing is, I want her.
She pushes the chocolate into her slightly open mouth, and licks at it, and ohhhh fuuuucccck, but she’s so sexy.
“Mmm!” A smile plays around her lips as she nibbles.
Off camera, I release my cock, and I guess this says nothing good about my fucked-up psyche, but watching my bunny suck that chocolate makes my real fingers tingle. Maybe next time I should get her a replica of my cock.
I skim my clasped hand lightly up and down my length, deliberately rationing out the best part as the “o” of my fingers goes over the swollen head.
My imagination is everywhere, linking reality and dreams. Looking at her face, thinking of my cock in her mouth, watching the chocolate slide in and out from her lips, gazing at her tongue and almost feeling it on my own finger.
Her eyes pop open and she tells me earnestly, “That’s actually pretty good!”
Then she notices my expression.
Her cheeks go pink.
“You like it?” I ask.
She hesitates.
“Do you like how filthy it is to lick a severed finger while I watch, Bunny?”
“Yes.” She flushes a darker shade of pink.
“You’re not embarrassed, are you?”
“No.” She’s still blushing as she bites into the chocolate finger and moans as she chews. “It feels soooo good.”
I’m leaking copious amounts of pre-come now, just from watching her mouth.
“Minx,” I say affectionately. “Lick your fingers.”
And the little minx, she does. But she also parts her lips, and slides her finger in. It’s so obviously sexual it would turn me off with any other woman. But this girl?
“Such an innocent expression as you do something so filthy. I bet you’d look just like that as I fucked your mouth.”
“Is this the size of your dick?” Picking up another chocolate finger, she widens her eyes with faux innocence at the mischievous question.
I laugh, even as my cock twitches. She’s amazing.
“You might wish it were when I split you open as I fuck you.”
Her expression changes, her eyes still wide, but now with a hint of concern rather than teasing. But she doesn’t stop. She laps at the chocolate hungrily.
Then, brave bunny, she brings her hand to her mouth. She parts her lips and slips the chocolate between, melting and smearing it.
I groan. Fuck, this girl is so sexy.
“Go on,” I rasp, and run my thumb over the head of my cock. “Suck it.”
And this time, her eyes are open, looking at me, as she deliberately pushes the chocolate finger—fuck I’m a degenerate—into her mouth and hollows her cheeks as she sucks.
“Uuuggh.” I don’t restrain a sound of pure pleasure as I watch her and stroke myself. She works the chocolate in and out, getting it all over her lips. I think this girl might be as fucked up as I am, in her own way.
“I bet your pretty cunt is all heated and juicy. Did you shut your eyes and imagine that it was my finger in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
I suck in a breath and have to release my grip, because I’m close to coming.
From nothing more than the sights and sounds of a girl eating chocolate and teasing me.
Continuing to suck, her gaze flits around the screen, as though she’s trying to see more.
“Are you touching yourself?” she asks eventually.
“You know I am.”
She lets out a little mewl.
“You’ve made me so fucking hard, Bunny. I’d love for you to feel exactly what you do to me. How impossibly fat you make my cock with your sweet face, pretty cunt, and smart mouth.”
Her smile is unmistakable.
“Be a good girl, and put your fingers into your knickers for me.”
“Which ones?” she quips.
“Chocolate in your mouth, camera on your face, fingers in your pussy,” I pronounce clearly. “This time, when you come and scream my name, I want to see you fall apart.”
“I’m not going to scream your name, Blake, my—” She stops herself, her gaze darts away, then back. “The person I live with might return home.”
“But until then, you’re just with me.” She doesn’t know that I’ve ensured her brother will be busy with admin for hours yet.
The sound of my voice draws her attention again. Her patterned green, gold, and brown eyes look right into the camera.
“Now stroke your clit for me and imagine it’s me touching you.”
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth and shifts slightly, her arm showing a downward movement.
“Have you got your hand between your legs, Bunny?” I ask softly.
“Yes.”
“Are you wet?” I don’t wait for her answer. “I bet you are. I bet your clit is all swollen and needy.”
She whimpers, which I take as a yes.
“Circle your clit, Bunny.”
Her eyelids droop slightly.
“That feels good, hmmm? You look even sweeter like this than I expected.” My voice is rough.
I catalogue her every expression as surprise and embarrassment and pleasure wash over her face.
My hand keeps moving without my volition, but all the bliss is from looking at her.
“Oh that’s so lovely,” I say as she shudders. “Beautiful.”
“Blake,” she whispers.
“Yes. Say my name as you rub your soaking wet pussy.” I lean forwards, intent on the small image of her on the phone.
The micro-twitches of her face as she pleasures herself are perfect.
“This would be even better in person, Bunny. My hand in your hair. My lips at your throat.”
“I…” She pants and writhes.
“That’s it, my good girl. Let it go. Come for me.”
She keens, and her eyes shut.
“Blake,” she chokes out, and her face creases as her orgasm takes her.
My name. She said my name.
I come, the orgasm exploding up from my balls. I only just manage to get my palm over the head to catch the ream after ream of come. It’s excessive. It makes me light-headed.
All I can do is stare at her on the screen. The pleasure judders down my limbs, but the longing has me weak. This was wonderful, and a thin shadow of being with her fully.
It takes a few seconds before my brain works.
“Oh god, that was so hot,” she says, almost to herself.
“The next will be even better.” I smirk, despite being relaxed to the point of bonelessness by my orgasm. The second with her in two days.
I’d like the third to be inside her.
The thought should rock me. I’m old enough to be her dad. But I’ve long since given myself over to being an immoral bastard. She might be young and innocent, and far too sweet for me, but I’m beyond caring.
“You are so hot, that’s actually what’s going on here.”
She half-laughs. “You’re a sweet liar.”
“You think that? Let me show you that it’s the truth. In person.”
“I can’t.” She shakes her head, but it’s reluctant.
“Why not? We’re good together.”
Her white teeth capture her plush bottom lip, and all over again, I’m aroused. “Yes, but—”
“So come to me.” I keep my voice low and coaxing.
This is my obsession. Every message, every present, is leading to her in my arms, for real.
It’s been years since I felt a connection—no.
I’ve never felt like this about anyone. The instinct to care for her, nurture her. Be as good as she needs me to be.
I’d give up Norwood.
It’s a weird realisation. The mafia I’ve worked to build over my whole life, and has defined me, if she wanted out, I’d go. No question. Nina is everything.
“I would, but—” she begins then her eyes go wide and she cuts herself off as a door opens.
There’s a muffled call from somewhere else in her apartment. “Nina?”
“I have to go!” she stammers, the colour washing out of her cheeks.
“Wait—”
“Sorry, thank you,” she babbles, not listening. Her expression is panicked.
I have to calm her down. Get her to understand.
“Nina, it’s—”
But she’s already gone. Hung up, without noticing that I used her real name, not the nickname we’ve been using to pretend anonymity for her.
I slump back.
Instantly, her absence hollows out my chest in the place most people have a heart.
I can’t live like this. It’s insane, but she’s as necessary as air.
I’ve never felt this way about a woman. And if I’m honest, there’s been something special about my bunny from the start.
Before I’d ever seen how pretty she is, and heard her moan as she came and those soft whimpers from the filthy words I said to her.
Those sounds, I could listen to her for the rest of my life.
She’s funny, sexy, brave. I crave her.
I love her.
The thought is a shock, but it’s… Correct. It’s just giving the feeling a name, when it’s been there, lodged inside me from the beginning.
Fuck it.
Enough messing around. I need to get my girl.