Chapter 11 Ricky
“Boss, there’s someone here to see you.” Nico says, his large frame filling the door of my office.
I push my chair back from underneath my desk and the leggy secretary with balloon-like lips crawls out, a bead of cum slipping out of the corner of her mouth.
She uses the back of her hand to wipe across her glossy lips before rising to her feet, her knees red from the floor.
I watch her thick hips sway as she leaves my office and I tuck my cock back into my trousers.
“Who the fuck is it?” I spit out whilst using my credit card to line up the cocaine on the desk. The white powder stares back at me and I drop my face to snort up the cocaine in quick succession. One line after the other until the desk is clear.
Nico shuffles on his feet, almost like he’s nervous and then moves to the side to let in.
. my wife’s best friend. I sniff up heavily and trail my eyes over her voluptuous figure until I reach her face.
The woman with fiery orange hair stands with confidence before me and I’m kind of taken aback by how it makes me feel.
I can’t remember the last time a woman showed this kind of emotion in front of me, it’s almost cleansing.
I’m so used them whimpering and fucking crying all the time.
I rub my hands down the front of my trousers and rise from the leather seat before circling around the large desk to stand in front of Ellie.
There’s a stray curl that sits gently on her cheek and I lift my hand to tuck it behind her ear.
I half expect her to slap my hand away, but instead she allows the tender act.
“And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” I say with a smirk.
Ellie throws her long flowing hair over her shoulders, revealing intricate tattoos across her collar bones. My eyes scan the black ink before meeting her glowing eyes.
“I’ve spoken to your wife.” She says with a sultry gaze, her pink tongue running across her red painted lips. She lifts a single finger and runs it down the front of my pressed button down shirt and I catch her wrist in a tight grip before she can go any further.
“Oh yeah?” I say, tipping my head to the side. “And why are you telling me this?”
My wife’s best friend pushes her plump body further into mine, her full tits shoving against me and immediately my cock comes to life again at the connection.
Visions of Ellie on her knees before me, her crimson lipstick smeared across her face as I fuck her mouth, fire across my vision, causing me to tighten my grip on her wrist.
What surprises me more is that she doesn’t whimper from my hold, she fucking moans instead, the filthy bitch. I tip my head towards her jaw and run my nose up the side of her face until my lips graze against her pierced ears. She gasps at the touch and turns her face towards me.
“I wanna’ make a deal,” she whispers, her lips inches from mine. “I’ll give you the location of where I’m meeting Ana, and you’ll give me the reward money.”
“You’re a bit of a sly cat aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” She says with a teasing tone. “I have something you want, and you have something I want. Plus, Ana never really deserved you, did she?”
Ellie’s gaze burns into mine and I can’t stop the feeling of knowing that she’s right. My wife never deserved me, she never deserved the house I gave her, the money I spent on her. She’s been nothing but ungrateful.
Soft lips against my jaw snap me back to reality and the feel of Ellie’s hand gripping my cock over my trousers has me pushing my hips into her. I wonder how far I could push the little minx, how much is she willing to bend for me just to get what she wants?
Immediately I grab a hold of her hand that’s covering my cock and spin her so her back is plastered to my chest before bending her over the desk, she lets out a heavy moan and I flick my gaze over to Nico who’s still standing at the door. “You can leave now.”
I watch as Nico retreats from the room and closes the door behind him, then I turn to face the orange haired beauty whose plump ass is currently grinding against my cock.
I shove my hips into her, forcing her further onto the desk whilst keeping a hold of her hands behind her back with one hand sliding into her thick hair.
My hand finds purchase at her roots and I yank her up with a forceful grip, causing her to yelp out, then a giggle breaks free as she grinds against me.
“What you fail to know is that I like it rough.” She moans out like the desperate bitch she is and I yank her head even further back, feeling her neck strain under the pressure.
“You’ll give me what I want, then maybe I’ll think about giving you what you want.
That’s the deal.” I grunt against her. She might be a hot piece of ass, and my wife’s best friend but she’s still a woman at the end of the day.
A woman who thinks that she’s on the same level as me, but she’s wrong.
She’ll always be underneath me, just like every other fucker with a pussy.
I watch Ellie’s chest heave with heavy breaths before she nods, agreeing to my deal. “Yes sir.” She whimpers before I shove her back down with force, the side of her face connecting with the expensive wood of the desk.
“You move a single inch, and I’ll gut you like a fish and decorate this office with your entrails.
Understood?” I say through gritted teeth, making quick work of shoving up her skirt then ripping her underwear in two.
The flimsy material falls between her thighs and I shove my foot in between her feet to kick her legs open wider.
“I said, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” She moans out, her pussy glistening from my threats.
Without warning, I slam my cock into her desperate pussy, causing her to cry out, her nails dig into the expensive wood but she remains still, allowing me to assault her insides.
Blow after blow I ram into her, feeling her walls tighten around my cock.
She throws her head back and moans heavily into the sweaty air.
“Fuck! You’re so fucking huge!”
Her words send my ego skyrocketing and I grip her hips in a bruising hold, fucking her with brutal force. My balls begin to tighten and I can feel my explosive orgasm coiling tightly in my stomach, within seconds I blow my load inside of my wife’s life-long best friend.
Ellie’s walls begin to tighten, announcing her orgasm but I pull my cock free of her pussy before she has the chance to come, leaving her balancing on the edge.
She snaps her head over her shoulder, her gaze firing daggers at me. “What the fuck? I didn’t come?”
Tucking myself back into my trousers, I leave Ellie bent over the desk, my cum spilling from out of her gaping pussy hole. “I never said you could. Now, give me what I want.”
I watch Ellie’s once glowing face turn to burning anger but she quickly schools her features. Good job too, I’d hate to butcher her before I’ve got what I need.
“I’m meeting her for coffee at the end of the week at a cafe in Rockford, near the rail tracks. She’ll be driving alone. Once we leave, I’ll give you the signal. Don’t forget, we made a deal.” She says, her tone dark and low.
I can’t really understand the emotion that washes over her face, that’s not really my thing.
Maybe she’s pleased with herself, that she’s successfully ratted out her best friend to me.
I saw the way her eyes heated with lust every time her gaze met mine at the wedding.
She’s nothing but a jealous whore, and one who thinks she has the upper hand here.
She remains bent over the desk, my threat still probably ringing in her mind.
I slip my gun out from underneath a pile of random papers on the desk, then fish the silencer out of my trouser pocket.
“I remember our deal, don’t worry sweetheart.
” Once the silencer is secured, I run the barrel up the back of her sticky thighs and she inhales a sharp breath.
“Seeing as you’ve cooperated so well, I’ll let you come.”
Ellie moans under the gun’s touch as I drag it further up the back of her thighs until the cylinder silencer pushes at the opening of her pussy. I push it inside and watch as my leftover cum and her juices coat the barrel, leaving a wash of creamy whiteness across the black metal.
She pushes herself back onto the barrel, which she has no idea that I’m using and begins to fuck herself with it. In and out, the silencer disappears before appearing again and my finger holds steady on the trigger.
“Is the money the only reason you came to me?” I ask, keeping my eyes on her open pussy. She moans heavily as she chases her release.
“No.. no, I uh.” Her whimpers slip free from between her painted lips. “I want what Ana has. She’s been handed everything in life and I.. oh fuck. I can be good for you. I’ve just proven that, haven’t I?” She asks through heavy breaths, her cheek sticky with sweat.
I push the gun further inside of her until my finger brushes against her opening. “Yeah, you’ve been a good girl for me.” I praise and she shudders at my words.
“But.” I start and she turns to face me, her mouth parted and her eyes hooded with lust. “You’re of no use to me right now.”
Slipping the gun from her pussy, I lift my hand and crack the butt of the gun into the back of her head, rendering her unconscious. Her head hits the wooden desk with a thump then her body slides to the floor in a heap.
Taking out my phone, I give Nico a call who picks up on the first ring.
“Yes boss?”
“Make sure the lovely Ellie in here gets back home, she’s going to give me exactly what I want, and then I’ll end her.”
Nico simply grunts down the phone before cutting the call.
Keeping my head low, I watch from afar in a blacked out SUV as my wife leaves the small coffee shop, Ellie in tow. She brings Annabelle into a tight hug and her eyes meet mine over my wife’s shoulder, giving me the signal.
I turn in my seat to face Nico. “You got Ellie’s address didn’t you?” I ask, my gaze flicking back to my wife who is currently walking back to her car.
“Yes boss.”
I nod sharply. “Good. We get my fucking wife back and then pay a little visit to her whore of a best friend. She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’ll just hand money over to her without repercussions.”
Nico simply nods then slowly pulls out of our hidden parking spot before trailing behind Annabelle’s car, close enough to keep her in sight but far back enough to not spook her.
The drive doesn’t take long but something is off with her driving and I’m convinced she’s spotted us when she takes a sharp turn onto a highway before flooring it down the smooth tarmac
“Do not let her get away. Even if you have to plaster her insides across this asphalt, I’m not leaving without her.” I speak through gritted teeth, anger coursing through my bloodstream. Annabelle thought she could run away from me once, there’s no fucking way I’m letting her do it again.
The powerful SUV surges forward, the engine roaring to life as we quickly catch up to Annabelle who weaves between lanes to try and shake us off of her tail. It’s pathetic really, for her to ever think that she’ll escape me. No one can ever escape me! I own her.
Gray tarmac and yellow lines disappear under the car at lightning speed and it only takes Nico a split second to clip the back bumper of Annabelle’s car before she’s struggling to control it.
The car whips about uncontrollably before the bright red brake lights flash on, doing nothing to help her situation.
Instead, it causes the tires on her car to screech against the tarmac before sending her flying into the air.
I hold my breath for a moment and watch as my wife’s car comes tumbling from the sky and crashing straight onto the highway.
Holy fucking shit.
That was fucking beautiful to see.
If she isn’t dead from that chaos, she’s going to wish she was for what I have planned for her. I’ve never been so disrespected in my life, the way my wife has disrespected me. I’m a man of fucking power and wrath and I deserve to be treated exactly so.
Slowly the SUV comes to a stop behind the smoking wreckage of Annabelle’s car.
Nico steps out first to assess the damage and I watch him dip his arm into the crumpled car before he pulls out her limp body.
Shards of glass from the windshield have embedded themselves into her skin and I itch to yank them out, to make her bleed even more.
Her messy black hair covers one side of her battered face, but I catch a glimpse of her eyelids fluttering open and closed.
Well well well, the bitch is still alive. What a fucking treat.
Nico pulls her body across the glass covered road towards the trunk of the SUV and I step out, my leather shoes scratching against the loose surface as I round the SUV towards Nico who’s currently lifting my wife’s limp body into the trunk.
For a moment our eyes clash together, and what I see in hers is fear like I’ve never seen it before.
It’s electric and I can feel the power it brings me, surging through my bloodstream at having her back in my vicinity again.
She must have known she’d never be able to live her life without me in it again, that I’d just up and leave?
If she did, she’s more stupid than I thought.
Fixing the Rolex on my wrist, I inhale the heavy fumes of her smoking car while lifting my hand to rest on the door of the trunk. Annabelle’s bloodshot eyes well with tears and a sharp smirk graces my face at her pain, her failure so palpable I can feel it in my soul.
“Welcome home sweetheart.” I say with pure malice before slamming the trunk closed, enclosing her in darkness. “Now,” I start, turning to face Nico. “Time to get rid of little Ellie.” He tips his head once to me before we both climb back into the SUV.