Taking another sip, I look away and head back to my chair, but not before taking a glimpse out the window, the lights of the city shining brightly per the norm this time of night. I look up hoping to see the stars, but even fourteen floors up is too bright for the sky to break through the manmade force of illumination.
I sit back in my chair, glass tumbler in my hand, resting it on the arm of my chair. I need to take my meds, I know this, things have been rather unstable lately; more than usual anyway. My brother betrayed the family by taking sides with a rival enemy, going as far as to ask her to marry him even. It’s only a matter of time before our father asks me to step in and take his place. I scoff, thinking about being an underboss in my dad’s game of playing mafia. I wouldn’t be a good fit, he needs to ask someone else. I take a sip of my whiskey, the smooth woodsy taste filling my mouth. He’d love my rejection of the role, just one more thing for him to be embarrassed of.
I have a darkness inside of me that can justify taking the place of a dangerous criminal, but my unpredictability makes me more dangerous than any man at my father’s table of organized mobsters. One wrong word, a song, or even something as simple as a smell can trigger the monster inside of me that nobody, not even myself, can contain.
That’s not someone you give power to, that’s someone you keep it away from; and remain vigilant of.
But, the life of being an outlaw goes as far back as I can remember, it’s ingrained in our DNA by now. Even if I rejected my father’s proposal, I’d wind up doing something seedy and illegal.
A dainty knock grabs my attention, my palm tightening around my glass of whiskey.
She’s here.
“Come in.” I raise my voice, and the doorknob turns just as the door swings open. A tall blonde sashays into the room, gently shutting the door behind her. Her face sharp, lips red as a fire and lashes so long they touch her perfectly shaped eyebrows.
“Denise,” I greet with a gravelly tone. Slipping the sash that was tied across her abdomen to her long black pea coat, she raises her chin confidently as it falls to the floor pooling around her sexy black heels. Placing her hands on her hips, she displays her body like a nice pair of earrings at Tiffany’s. Skinny waist, small tits hidden behind emerald color lingerie. Her belly button isn’t pierced, which is odd for this day and age, it seems everyone has it, her hips are wider than the rest of her body but I like that about her. Blackwell Estate knows how to pick their women well, and Denise will be worth every penny. The Blackwell business started in Nevada and has since then popped up a few secret estates around the country, one being here in New York.
“Romeo, I see you can’t get enough of me, yeah?” A smile tugs at her face, showing bright white teeth. I smirk, looking to the last of the amber liquid in my glass. I don’t have problems getting women, but I’d rather pay for ones who comply with what I enjoy rather than traumatizing some woman at a bar just for the sake of a one-night stand.
Standing, I set my drink down on the wet bar in passing and step around Denise, looking her over. Her soft milky skin calling to me like a siren as I circle her like prey.
“You know I’ve given you my personal number, you don’t have to go through the company,” she reminds me. Reaching for the drawer to the left of us, I pull out one of my favorite toys, at least when it comes to Denise.
“Sweetheart, if you want someone to pillow talk with, you can hit McAdams bar down the block. Now if you want to be fucked until your knees shake and you need to come for air…”
I present the ball gag, a strap in each hand. “Then open your mouth and quit talking.”
Her eyes gleam with arousal, and my cock grows in my pants. I love that she’s a kinky little bitch. Strapping the apple red ball into her mouth, I adjust the straps around her perfect face and silky hair.
Leaning in behind her, my lips brushing behind her ear, I whisper, “That’s a good girl.”
Grasping her by the hips, I turn her and push her forward a few steps to where she’s able to grab on to the kitchen island if she needs to.
I bite her shoulder, kissing it afterward, the smell of her perfume causing my cock to throb, knowing what’s to come.
She moans behind the ball gag, and I lift a brow at her excitement.
Running one smooth finger under the elastic of her thong, I slip them down her round ass and let them free fall to her shoes. Using my hand, I bend her over, and undo my pants with the other hand, pulling my cock out, I pump it a few times before letting go and swiping it between her folds, testing her pussy for how ready she is for me. She’s practically dripping.
Pleased with her arousal, I grab the condom I set out on the counter and slip it on, and then fist my dick, slip the tip of myself into her. She gasps as I fill her, and my head draws back with satisfaction. She’s so warm and hugging my cock deliciously. Digging my fingers into her hips, I begin to thrust in and out of her, my only goal to climax. Aside from my hands on her hips, I keep contact minimal, not wanting to convey a different message than what is happening here. Fucking. A transaction between two consenting adults.
She squeals, moans, her eyes watering as I slip in and out of
