CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Rush
J ess growls, pulling on the special leash.
It’s a dog collar, but for humans, and not actually something I’ve bought before. I’m more into a soft touch with domination, preferring to seduce and charm a girl into doing my bidding.
But…as I loop the handle onto my wrist, and deftly tie her hands behind her back like some kind of goddamn sex slave in a girly girl dress, I think this is something I’m into.
Girly girl, for her…I find it romantic, pretty, I guess, and absolutely something so far from her I might as well have handed her a pink, frilly gown. Her looking lost and a little astonished by it just helps nudge her into a place where she’s off center in the right ways.
Not to mention her ire.
Because me putting Jess in a collar and dragging her around barefoot in a pretty dress is going to cause all kinds of delicious backlash from her.
And I’m looking forward to all of it.
I know fucking Nikolai’s concerned I’ll lose sight of keeping an eye on her and trying to find out the truth to her real story, but I can mix pleasure with a mission. Just call me Bond.
Although…
She stares at me, murderous, glittering and so fucking hot I’m hurting and rubbing against the confines of my boxer briefs.
I don’t generally like girls with lots of make-up. It bores me to death the time and energy they put into it to appear like they have none on, or worse, an approximation of some fucking runway model.
Not Jess.
It’s something for her to hide behind, something to throw flames through. It’s exaggerated and sexy, and it seems to take her five minutes.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she snaps, voice deadly.
I tug her forward, making her stumble, and her tits heave. Fuck, do I want them to tumble out of the dress. Pop? Bounce? Escape? That arena, anyway. “Like what?”
“Like you want to die.”
“Nah, I don’t want that.” I tug her across the polished floorboards of the foyer to the stairs. “I’ve got plans, and I just don’t think haunting you will get those plans done.”
“I don’t know what your plans are but—”
“Besides, I don’t think you want me dead. I think you want me to take you and fuck you again.”
“I think I want to kill you.”
“You say that,” I whisper, licking a path along her throat. “But you don’t mean that.”
I turn and take the next couple of stairs.
Jessie isn’t done. “You—”
I pull and she shuts up, almost falling, but I’m there, arm around her waist. Since I’m here, I steal a kiss and it’s delicious. The lipstick has that particular lipstick taste, but it’s imbued with Jessie, and I want to lick it off.
Actually, no I don’t. I want to put more on her and when she blows me have it on my cock and smeared all over her face.
It’s when—not if—when and that when’s going to be happen once we reach my room.
I’m not so sure how far to push it as I release her and start up the stairs, giving the special collar small, light tugs. I don’t want her to try and kill me—I think she might be capable. But angry as she is, she did kiss me back, and the erratic beat of her heart as I brushed against her told me she might just like this.
Of course she does.
It’s me.
And I’ve got her all tied up.
It’s the how far I’m having issues with. I want to push and taunt. I want to call her my pet, my good girl, but something tells me when the tables are turned—because she’s going to try to do that—she just might get the bad kind of violent.
And I don’t want to accidentally hurt her when fighting back. All fights should end in good filthy places.
So I keep my mouth shut until we reach my room.
I turn and I lean on the door, tugging hard on the leash so she stumbles into me.
“Jessie, baby. You are a walking sin,” I say, sliding a hand between her legs, rubbing the dress against her naked flesh.
The dress is thin.
She’s wet.
I groan as a shudder passes through her. “Still want me dead?”
“Your blood outside your body,” she says, ruining the words with a moan and a flex of her hips into me. “What’s not to like?”
“Naked and fucking seems more fun.”
“With you?” she asks, her mouth right near mine.
“Yeah, and you want it. Question is, what do you think I should make you do?” I ask.
She looks up at me, eyes glittering and making me, unbelievably, even harder. Honestly, I’m not sure if I can walk normally now. “Release me and find out.”
“No, I don’t think so. I like you tied up, in chains…well, leather… I’m thinking you should be a good girl, please me.”
“I don’t want to please you.”
“Oh, sweet little bunny,” I say, biting her throat then licking over it, “yeah you do.”
“No,” she whispers, brushing her mouth against mine, “I don’t.”
“And I fed you homemade box mac and cheese.”
“Bite me.”
“That’s in my plans.”
I push my door open and drag her in, slamming it shut behind us. Then, I pull her, shortening the leash and crouching down, so she’s got no choice but to go down with me.
“I think I know what I want. Your mouth on my cock.” I get back up, unzip and ease out my erect, aching cock.
She looks at it like she wants to sink her teeth into it.
“Suck, Jessie.”
I rub the tip on her lips and I almost collapse as she licks me.
“Fuck…” I run a hand over her hair. The roots from this angle show dark, like coffee, and she looks up at me.
“Fucking suck it, Jessie.”
“Make me.”
“You’re all tied up, baby, so open wide like a good girl. Or else.”
She licks me again, this time under the end of my cock, and it’s so sensitive, I almost come. I grip my cock, pump it in her face, pushing against her lips.
“Or else what?” she murmurs.
Excitement sparks paths of fire through me, and I keep the slow pump going. She wants me, I can feel it. The need and raw sexuality make the air thick, and it’s filled with anticipation. She wants it and she hates it all at once.
It’s like pure distilled desire, that push and pull in her, and I want to have her on a precipice. I want her unable to stop, the humiliation studded with heat and want. I’m not violent, not in that way. I think about whipping out my phone, videoing her giving head, but there’s something on the wrong side of degradation with that.
Maybe it’s to do with what Nikolai told me about her life, the hidden stuff she won’t thank me for knowing, the stuff only he could dig up, because that’s how buried she has it.
So, instead, I pull her hair, angling her head to the prime position for a face fuck, and use words.
“Or I’ll invite all my buddies over, the real fuck boys who love to brag and run trains. Not the college fucks, but the low lifes in high places, the ones in Nikolai’s world.
“We can have fun, abuse all your holes and make it so fucking good, you’ll beg for more.”
“Or how about I force you to fuck a dude, while I peg your ass?” Her eyes glitter.
“Maybe, but it’s not my style. I think you want my fist in your cunt.”
“Your hands are tiny. Bring it on.”
“Do you want me to clamp your nipples on your big tits and then your clit? I can lead you around that way? Maybe tug on them while you service me, and the guys run a train on your hot little ass?”
“Or I can pierce your cock, and lead you by that.”
My cock aches and we’re both being idiots, trying to one up the other with outrageous things. I don’t know any of these fuck boys. I made them up and I’m not about to share her.
And she’s not having my ass.
“Fucking suck me.” I pause. “I know you’re going to be amazing at it.”
Her eyes narrow.
“You are perfect, Jessie. Just fucking perfect. So wrap those glorious lips around my cock. Please.”
Something snaps in her, I see it, and she opens her mouth and sucks me in, right to the back of her throat.
Jess impales herself on me, it’s the only way I can put it. Her mouth is hot and so fucking wet, and the back of her throat is like a gift from the fucking gods. She hums, and the vibrations race along my dick to my balls, and through me, and my knees actually buckle.
Does she even have a gag reflex? Because I’m deep; I’m so fucking deep my balls are on her chin. Her lips are stretched tight, and she looks at me, tears and a glimmering need there, like she wants to drink in my pleasure, the weakness it brings.
Jess is divine.
On her knees, hands tied behind her back, a chain in my hand attached to a collar and fuck if she’s not somehow in charge.
I want that. I need it. She starts to move. There isn’t much room in that soft wet cavern of her mouth, but her tongue slips and shimmies over me, her teeth scrape, and my eyes want to roll back in my head.
It’s only the need to see her that stops me.
I’m going to come.
She’s that good.
She knows how to fucking take a man’s cock, and it both sends pleasure shooting through me and an irrational jealousy.
I look down, dropping one hand to her lips, to smudge the lipstick on her face, on my cock—more than it already is. “So fucking good,” I hiss. “Fuck, you’re a goddess. Do it harder.”
But as I say the words, I take hold of her head and start to use her like her mouth is a cunt. I need to have that control of this.
And I have to keep my thoughts dancing to stop coming too soon.
That’s the problem with phenomenal, there’s the urge to race over the hill and into the orgasm and the need to stay and savor every moment of the blooming build up.
She looks so fucking good on her knees, doing as I want, so I use her, pushing deep and rough into the back of her mouth. I suck in a breath. “That hum, do it more, and suck as I pull out. Do it.”
She does.
She’s a one-woman symphony with my cock as her instrument.
I slow as it builds too much, then I begin to take, slamming deep, my balls slapping her chin, the drool from this position dribbling like cum from the sides of her mouth, lubricating the slide into her even more.
Fuck. Fuck. I’m not going to be able to hold it.
With a roar, I take handfuls of her hair and fuck the shit out of her mouth, and then my balls go so tight a lightning bolt of pleasure hits my spine and spreads through me before shooting up my cock.
I pull her in, burying myself in her until she starts to struggle and I come. Hard. Down her throat.
My cock jerks and spurts the hot cum, and as she swallows, I almost lose it because she works the tip. I have to drag her up.
I spin, slamming her into the door as I kiss her hard.
It’s an open-mouthed, smutty kiss, full of sex, me. And she kisses me back like she needs more, like something broke in her, and then she grabs my face and kisses me even harder.
It’s dark and wild, and I don’t even care that she got free.
The kiss is so sexual, I’m hard again.
She walks me back until we hit the bed, and she gets on me, her hands shaking as she grabs my cock and sinks down on it.
“Fuck you,” Jess says and bites my lip, hard enough I taste the copper warmth of blood.
I really don’t care because her hands are on my throat, the ripped material trailing, and she rides me hard and fast until she comes. Her whole body spasms.
I want to come again, but I’m not there yet, and I grab the chain of the leash and tie it to the headboard. Then, I push her onto her back, lifting her skirt up, ripping the dress to expose her.
Thumbing over her nipples, I take her in. She’s breathing hard, her nipples are rock hard, her cunt red and wet, and I lean in to kiss her.
This time soft and slow and taking my time, seducing her when she wants to fight. At first, she goes to shove me away, but her hands take my face and she gives me a look that breaks my heart.
Jess makes a sound and then kisses me back.
I don’t know how long we stay lost in that little suspended cocoon, but I break it and kiss her, tasting her flesh as I go down over her collar bone, over the soft flesh of her tits to each nipple to suck and pull on them.
Then, I kiss a path over her tattoos, taking my time until I reach her cunt.
When I’m there, I lick her clean, sucking on her, using my mouth to build her up, close to orgasm.
Now that I’ve got her, I know what I want, what I need , and as she starts to lift to me, I rise and dip into her, smoothing her ass with her fluids.
“I want your ass, Jess.”
“And if I say no?”
“Jess?”
“Yes.”
I push into her with my hips, rocking my erection against her cunt, and she moans. “You want it.”
“Fuck you, Rush.”
“Not a no.”
Our gazes catch and she lifts her legs, putting a foot on each shoulder, and of course I take it for what it is. I look down. She’s perfect, beautiful, her cunt open from sex, and I line up with her ass.
Then I push into her.
Slow.
Steady.
Savoring every moment of that tight space, and I love this gift—because it is a gift—of her opening like this, the intimacy of this position.
When I’m all the way in, she shudders, and I feel the flutter of her pussy, a mini orgasm. Jess slides her arms around me. “Fuck me hard, asshole.”
“Sometimes, slow is good.”
I start to take her, not how she wants, but how I do, a slow, steady devouring, the seduction in each thrust that takes me balls deep.
She wants it hard, so it’s too much, too soon. Jess deserves the slow burn. I want that, too.
Reaching to her face, I brush some damp hair from her cheeks and I start to kiss and taste her with each long, slow push.
Jess shudders and moans, her hips beginning to rise.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper between kisses. “Smart and fierce and hot and unexpected. Everything about you fascinates me. You make me want to spend forever learning you, forever fucking you.” I start to pick up the pace, just a little. “You make me want to pledge that I’ll cook you box mac and cheese for years to come. You’re perfect, Jess. Utterly perfect. A filthy, depraved sweet piece of perfection.”
“Fuck you,” she whispers, voice all over the place. “Fuck you.”
And she turns to me, kissing me.
I give over to it, the magic of her mouth, her ass, her. I fuck her harder, faster. I stroke her clit, and she screams, coming so fucking hard it sets off my orgasm.
When we both come down, I ease out, and then I tuck her against me. And I hold her. Just hold her.
Whatever fallout that’s going to come my way from this can fucking wait.
I don’t know when I fell asleep, sometime after I took the collar off her. She curled up with me, not saying much.
But now…Shit.
She’s in the house, I know that. I can feel her, seething somewhere. And if I couldn’t feel her seething somewhere, I’d know because every exit’s watched.
I head down to the study where Tony sits.
I always find it odd to see someone other than Nikolai in the chair. He looks up at me from the laptop he has open and half rises.
“He left already?” I ask, waving Tony back down as he goes to offer me the seat.
“Two hours ago.”
“It’s not even nine.”
He just looks at me, and I push a hand through my hair.
“Okay,” I add. “Fair enough. Fuck Fa—Nikolai’s a crack of dawn type.”
Only the raised brow gives away Tony’s amusement at my self-correction. He knows I’d never call Nikolai that to his face.
“Here’s his instructions for today.” He rips off a couple of pages from the open notepad and hands them to me. “You know the usual things, but this afternoon, he wants you to go to see Miss Smith.”
“About?” Oh fuck, if my cousin’s trying to hand off the crown… He and Rose are away doing…I don’t know what, but he better not be running off into the sunset.
I could run the business. Not like Nikolai, but there’s a whole support cast here.
Taking a breath, I run my gaze over the neat notes in my cousin’s strong writing. Nothing seems unusual, and he left an addendum about some business he has to take care of.
“It’s just a meeting he can’t make, you’ll take his place. The Smith family wants to know about the incident at Bunny’s, so…”
“Star attraction, that’s me.” Then, I frown. “Take Fred?”
There’s a knock and I turn. The giant that Nikolai assigned me when I was a punk ass sixteen-year-old stands there. His mouth lifts in the smallest smile and I scowl at him.
He’s gonna give me fucking hell over being my babysitter. We’ve become friends since that time all those years ago and though I have protection, I don’t need his shitty jokes.
Also, if he even so much as looks at Jess, friend or not, I’ll kick his ass.
“Fine,” I mutter.
“And Ms. Carabella?”
“She’s not a prisoner,” I say, but the stone-faced Tony just looks at me, so I add, “officially.”
He scowls.
“Keep an eye on her so I can have breakfast first?”
T he day’s long, and when we finally reach the bar in the business district, we wait at the actual bar until we’re led to the back. I’m shown into a room where a pretty, young, fresh-faced blonde with killer eyes—as in there’s blood on her hands kinda killer—meets me.
“Nikolai sends his apologies,” I assure her. “He had to head out of town for a while.”
“You must be Rush. I’m Lucy Smith.” She smiles, but it doesn’t touch her eyes. “Tell me, what happened at Bunny Munroe’s.”
I do, telling her how Jess was stabbed in the process.
She nods, leans back in her chair. “She must be new, around the time of the changeover.”
“No, she was there before—”
“Rush, Bunny’s is on, or should be on, friendly territory. Something changed. And it changed when Bunny’s changed hands. It was meant to stay friendly, but it seems Ed, who ran it, lost it. Ed was the face for a while, but it wasn’t until the gang moved in that your stabbed girl did, too. Along with all the staff.”
“I heard it was the gang, the Ten64s.”
They’re involved in it somehow, but I’m fudging things. Jess didn’t say that. In fact, she said she didn’t know who owns it.
“Really?” she asks sitting back and running a thoughtful finger along her chin. “I’ve looked into them. They’re a nasty lot, but apart from some rumbles here and there, they don’t seem to have a real base here; they move around.”
In other words, if they do have a base, then that’s trouble.
“Have you asked Ed?” I ask.
“Ed’s usually drunk or in Florida these days. Probably drunk there, too,” she says. “When he lost the bar in the card game in Santa Fe, the winners were careful about moving in. They kept it all lowball. But as far as Nikolai and I can trace things, the trouble we’ve had goes back to that moment. There was before Bunny’s changed hands, and after.
“We need to find out who owns it.” I shift in the seat. “The real owners because there’s zero information on paper. Just Ed’s name, but nothing going into accounts for him. Just his liquor license and a business account, but nothing personal. It’s like the new owners don’t want to be seen.”
“Yet.” She smiles.
“Yet.”
Then she stands. “We want to stop the rumblings. Keep Queenstown as it is, ours. And everyone in their place, carving out their piece in peace.”
I nod.
“It doesn’t take much to bring things tumbling down, Rush. So let’s not.”
“I’ll be careful in my poking about.”
She dismisses me, and I wait until I’m outside in the afternoon air to breathe a sigh of relief.
I need someone on the inside.
Someone who knows gangs.
Jess.
I think it might be time to channel my inner Nikolai and find out what she’s up to.
Even if I have to lie and manipulate to do so.