27. Von
I t was hell to be this close to Rug when his breath reeked of alcohol and stale cigarettes, but something in my gut told me what he was about to say was important. I slid my hand a little higher and squeezed, alluding to promises I had no intention of keeping.
“Please,” I begged and let my bottom lip slip out in a pout.
Rug placed his hand over mine, dragging it so I was cupping his package. Most women would be disgusted or offended by his actions, but there I was wondering if he was still soft or simply underwhelming.
“My roomie’s name is Corrado. He had the chance to get his own room but decided not to. I thought it was weird since neither one of us was that close. It would make more sense if we’d become friends, but we’re not,” Rug shared as he slowly rolled his hips against my hand.
Nope, he’s definitely hard. Do they even make condoms small enough to fit dicks this size? Who was I kidding, he’d never get deep enough for his swimmers to get anyone pregnant.
“Rug, nothing about this story is juicy,” I pointed out.
“Wait, I was getting there,” Rug said defensively. “I didn’t notice it right away, but almost every night Corrado sneaks out of the room when he thinks I’m asleep. He’ll be gone all night, then returns around four in the morning, crawls back into bed, and pretends to have been there all night when we wake up at six.”
Now this man had my attention. I pulled my hand away from his crotch and pushed him hard enough that he fell back on the couch. Slowly I crawled forward, straddled his hips, then sat with my pussy right over his baby carrot.
“Did you ever follow him?” I asked, using a finger to trace the outline of his face.
“N-no,” Rug stuttered, his eyes fluttering, betraying the pleasure he was feeling as I ground into him. “I’m not looking for trouble, I just want to survive until my oath.”
Poor Rug, with this single move I’d already killed him, and he had no idea. Should I give him one last orgasm before Bear takes matters into his own hands? Why the hell not? It would help sell the story I’m giving private sessions to those I pick.
I placed a hand on either side of his head and started to grind on the man. “Is there anything else you want to share?”
Rug didn’t answer once his hands gripped my hips, and he used me to get himself off. It didn’t take long, for which I was thankful. I swung my leg over Rug, and attempted to stand, but my heels weren’t giving me the balance I needed. Arms scooped me up, carried me to an open space before the couch, and set me down.
“Thank you, Polly,” I said and kissed his cheek.
“Um, ah, lady… I mean Von,” Bruno called, stumbling over his words. “I have something you might find interesting.”
“Yes, and...” I urged.
Bruno licked his lips and rubbed his palms on his slacks. “It’s common knowledge your mother is ill, we see the medical staff coming and going. The other day, while I was out back smoking, I saw the woman who’s your mother’s main nurse talking to a man. He wore sunglasses and a hat, so I don’t know what he looked like. After a minute or so, he was handed a thick envelope of money, my guess would be, and four small glass vials.”
“You said the other day, be more specific,” I demanded, dropping all pretenses.
Startled by my abrupt change in demeanor, Bruno flinched away from me. “It was two days ago, right before dinner.”
I walked up to him, grabbed his jaw, and forced him to look up at me. “Good boy, your reward is you can pick any girl you like here tonight and get an hour-long private session with her.”
“Can I pick you?” Bruno asked hesitantly.
Leaning in close so my lips brushed his ear, I whispered, “No.”
Bruno slumped in defeat, but he didn’t try to argue or beg, which made me think a little more highly of him. I released his face and took a step back before meeting Bear’s gaze.
“ I know Rug won’t last the night, but Bruno seems like a good fit to join the family. Can you attempt to leave him be? ” I asked.
Bear’s obsidian eyes bore into me, revealing the wild beast fighting to be freed. “ I make no promises. He touched what is mine. ”
Yup, I figured his answer would be something along those lines. Not sure why I even bothered to ask.
“ Do as you please, it might be better for the twins to start from scratch, ” I admitted.
Smiling, I focused on two men who looked at me as if I were the sun who lit up their world. “It was a pleasure getting to know you both, however, our time is up. I still have eight more of you to spend time with. Feel free to tell the others what a good time we had.”
Apollo took my farewell as his signal to get the men on their feet and out the door. I was surprised to see Crystal waiting in the hall. Had she been standing out there this whole time, or were there cameras in the room?
“Please allow me to escort you gentlemen back to the VIP area,” Crystal said, ushering the men down the hall.
Once the door was closed, I reached out a hand to Bear, who promptly handed me his phone. “I’m texting Red so he makes sure to send Corrado next. There has to be more to why he leaves in the middle of the night. Also, why wouldn’t he want his own bedroom?” I asked no one in particular.
“He needs an alibi,” Apollo stated.
Intrigued, I raised a brow. “Go on.”
“Keep in mind this is what I would do, but if I were someplace where I was plotting to kill the Boss’s entire family, I’d want to know the layout of the home. Since Corrado has a roommate, if rumors got out about someone wandering the halls at night, he’d have Rug to vouch that he was in the room,” Apollo explained. “Of course, he could also be meeting a secret lover.”
“I like the first idea better,” I muttered, handing Bear back his phone. “Then again, new bloods aren’t allowed to date while going through the process. If they're already married, contact is cut off while they prove themselves loyal. So it would make sense for him to feel the need to be stealthy.”
As we waited for our next two guests to arrive, I took a moment to look over the tools hanging on the wall. I took a crop with a heart-shaped leather piece at the end. My feelings around many elements of BDSM were tainted by my past. Yes, I loved rough sex, to be choked and spanked. However, I didn’t welcome anything that could be used for impact or electro-play. Sex toys, nipple clamps, anything of the like I was down to play with, but don’t even think about tying me up or limiting my senses.
“Lady Evonnia,” Apollo called, snapping me back into the here and now.
Whirling around, I smiled seeing my newest toys had arrived. “Hello, boys, welcome to the special event and reward for making it this far. Would either of you like a drink before we get started?” I said playfully as I swatted my hand with the crop, allowing them to imagine what I had planned.
“I’ll have a drink, but I won’t be doing anything more than that,” the younger of the two said.
We locked eyes as I closed the distance between us. “Oh? Why is that, Mr…?” I let the ending fall off so he’d give me his name.
“It’s just Corrado, Lady Evonnia, I’m no Mr,” Corrado corrected. “I’m happy to enjoy a drink with you, but you’re the daughter of the Boss, and I wouldn’t dream of overstepping my place.”
Oh, he is good, too good not to be trained. Who was this man, really?
“I see, and what about you?” I questioned the man who’d accompanied Corrado.
“Me?” he asked, pointing to himself, and I nodded. “I’m Fillipo.”
Either this man was stupid, or he was brilliant for keeping his answers short.
“Tell me, Fillipo, will you play with me?” I asked in a sickening baby voice.
Fillipo gulped, then started to look around the room frantically. He spotted the glasses, which still had bourbon in them, raced over, grabbed the one with the most liquid left, and gulped it down. Once the glass was empty, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
“Okay, I think I’m ready,” Fillipo announced.
Confused, I blinked a few times, then slowly approached the man until I stood right in front of him. “Fillipo, you seem rather nervous, do I scare you?”
I reached out with the crop and used it to trace a trail from his neck down to his belt. Fillipo’s breathing picked up as I used the crop to pet his hardening cock. I could see it growing down the side of one pant leg.
“Goodness, you’re a grower, aren’t you?” I teased, taking a half step closer. “What else could you be hiding?”
The next thing I knew, I was being jerked back by Apollo as Fillipo fainted and crumpled to the floor. Nothing had caused me to think one of these men might be terrified of women. It was so out of the blue I couldn’t hold myself back from laughing to the point I almost cried.
“There’s a story I’ll never be able to live down. Bear, could you please remove this man, it seems he might not be ready for what I have to offer,” I managed to say once my laughing fit subsided.
With a quick wipe under each eye, pulling myself together, I focused on Corrado. “Looks like it’s going to be the two of us. Whatever shall we do since you won’t play with me?”
“Lady Evonnia, I am happy to keep you company but nothing more. If you’d like, I’d be more than happy to bring one of the others who I know are dying to have their shot,” Corrado offered.
I let out a sigh and flopped onto the couch. “Has anyone told you that you suck out all the fun? If you’re going to act all proper, then I’ll just have to switch tactics. Boys, would you do me a favor and make sure our friend here sticks around? I’d hate for him to fail this test because we didn’t give it our best try.”
Corrado attempted to make a break for it, but Bear was always faster than they expected. With a solid right hook to the head, Corrado dropped like a rock.
“Strip him and secure him to the cross,” I ordered, getting to my feet. “He didn’t want to give in willingly, so now he’s forced me to do things the hard way.”
While my guest was still unconscious, I returned to the wall of tools and grabbed what looked like a cattle prod. I chuckled at the label, which stated this was modified to be safe for human use. What they really meant was I won’t kill the man as I try to wake his ass up. Twirling the rod as if it were a baton, I came to stand in front of Corrado.
“What secrets are you hiding?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t get a response.
With a flick of my thumb to turn off the safety, I placed the cattle prod on the soft skin right above his crotch and pushed the button. It took a few seconds, but soon Corrado was awake and screaming.
“Bear, let’s double-check the door is locked. I wouldn’t want a stranger to wander in,” I said, not taking my eyes off my victim. “Corrado, I’ve heard a rumor about you. Would you like to know what it is?”
He narrowed his gaze and jutted out his chin. “Why would I tell you anything? You’re not someone I need to submit to, being a woman and all.”
“I’m not sure you could have said anything worse to her.” Apollo groaned. “Just know what happens next was all your doing.”
“She’s nothing,” Corrado spat as he struggled to get free. “Do your brothers even know what you’re doing in this room? How would they feel when they discover you’ve fucked all the new bloods in one night.”
“Wait, I’m sorry, do you honestly think I’m going to fuck you?” I questioned, laughter lingering in my words. “Wow, you could not be more wrong. Although I suppose you could say you’re fucked, but it’s not the fun kind of fucked. More like up shit creek without a boat, fucked. You see, I have questions, and you’re going to give me answers.” Unable to hide my excitement, I gave him my trademark wolfish smile.
Corrado paused in his efforts to free himself to look at me, and I mean really look at me. “No… you can’t be.”
“Can’t be what, Cor?” I pressed, leaning in a little closer.
“Y-you, you’re The Wolf,” Corrado blurted as the color drained from his face. “I didn’t believe it was true.”
“What, the fact I’m a woman, or is it I’m prettier than you thought I’d be?” I questioned.
Corrado shook his head. “No, that you’re alive.”