The only thing which kept me from running to the police to confess everything was I saw losing my career as tantamount to dying. What was I going to do? Bag groceries for minimum wage? Spread my legs for some big tycoon type and hope he took me on as his wife?
Hell no. Sophie Vercetti’s got standards. But I was fed up with the whole situation. I was fed up with the mob, fed up with the court, and most of all, very fed up with Indro Lastra.
I sat there in the kitchen of my apartment with the gun in my hand, waiting for him to return. The door popped open and he strode in, pretty as you please. I do mean pretty, too. Indro is a damn handsome man.
I was plenty pissed, though. He turned around, locked the door behind him, and turned back to face me.
“All right, babe, I’m starved. What’s for dinner…”
His voice trailed off as he stared down the barrel of my gun.
“How about hot lead?” I snapped. “I want out, Indro. This is turning into something way worse than a murder rap.”
Indro relaxed, a smile coming to his lips. Somehow, it chilled me more than an angry outburst would have.
“Sophie, c’mon,” he said, spreading his hands. “You’re not going to shoot me.”
“You want to bet your life on that?” I asked, squeezing the trigger enough for the hammer to draw back a tiny bit.
“Betting my life is an occupational hazard, doll.” He walked toward me slowly, deliberately. I didn’t resist as he took the gun from my nerveless fingers. “Told you that you wouldn’t shoot me, Sophie.”
“I hate you.” I glared up at him as he stuffed the gun in the sugar jar. He replaced the lid with a clink.
“Maybe you do, but I don’t give a shit.” His fingers closed on my arm tight enough to hurt. I cried out as he dragged me out of the chair. “Now, where do you get off pointing a gun at me? Didn’t you learn your lesson last time? Pissing me off is a real, real bad idea.”
Indro sat down and dragged me down until I laid across his lap. My face pinked with humiliation, because I knew what was coming. Even more so, I was embarrassed because I was at least half as excited as I was angry.
His hand smacked across my bottom with a thundercrack. I groaned, low and guttural in my throat. Indro spanked me again, and I squirmed about on his lap.
“Hold still,” Indro snapped. He twisted my arm behind my back and gave me another firm smack. It hurt. Indro’s a strong man, and his hand hits like an iron skillet. I wasn’t as upset by the pain as I was by my reaction to the spanking. I felt my traitor body responding, preparing itself for violation.
Indro seemed to sense the different cast to my cries. He let his hand linger on my ass after every blow, caressing me through my skirt. I cried out as he hiked the material up to my waist, exposing my bottom.
“You’ve got a great ass, Sophie,” he said in a husky voice. His fingers slipped between my cheeks and rubbed my panty-clad cunny. I gritted my teeth on a moan in a vain attempt to stifle it.
“Don’t touch me, you bastard,” I said, but there was no venom in my tone. Even I didn’t believe I wanted him to stop.
“I’ll touch you all I God damn want to. Besides, my fingers are wet.” He took his hand away and I whimpered with disappointment. Suddenly I ached for his touch. Indro put his fingers to his nose and sniffed noisily. “Your pussy smells so sweet, Sophie. You’re all worked up, just for me.”
“Screw you,” I gasped.
“In a minute, in a minute.” Indro’s fingers returned, stroking sensually against my labia. He tugged my panties to the side and slipped his fingers within. The skin-on-skin contact made me shudder. My eyes squeezed shut, my mouth flew open with a desperate, undulating moan. “See, you’re all warm and slippery for me. You don’t really want me to stop touching you, do you?”
“N-no,” I moaned, hating myself for admitting it. Indro taking his fingers away would have been worse, though.
“That’s what I thought.” He spread my pussy wide and wormed three of his fingers inside. I groaned as he stretched me open. “Oh yeah, this feels nice. Listen to how squishy you are, Sophie.”
“Bastard,” I groaned.
“Yeah, yeah, your mouth is bitching, but your pussy is begging. I bet I can get four fingers inside of you. What do you think?”
I clutched the support strut on the chair and whimpered. I wanted him to try. Indro stretched me with a fourth digit, finger blasting me as I squirmed and writhed on his lap.
“Feels good, don’t it, doll?”
“Y-yeeeessss,” I hissed, my body straining against him.
“You going to come?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Then beg me. Beg me to make you come.”
I wailed with equal parts misery and desire. Though I tried to resist, I knew it was a futile gesture.
“Please, Indro, make me come.” The words came out of my mouth in a tumble.
“All right.” Indro kept thrusting his fingers inside of me. He released my arm and reached under my body to stroke my clit. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, and floated away on a golden cloud. I was beyond shame, beyond caring about my dignity. I just wanted him to get me off, over and over.
And boy, did he ever. I don’t know how many times I climaxed, but I do know the floor under the chair had formed a puddle.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Indro
The odor of Sophie’s sweet pussy had me raring to go. Not to mention the way she squirmed around on my lap as she came. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back so I could look into her eyes.
“Man, you’re something else, you know that?” Her face contorted in pain, eyes half closed as
