Desiree
Um, wow.
I seriously don’t even know what just happened.
One minute I’m freaking out, trying to make Junior understand my mom’s not a threat, the next minute he’s pounding into me like the world’s going to end, and it’s our last chance at having sex. Ever.
The whole time I couldn’t figure out if it was punishment or reward.
No, I guess I knew it wasn’t punishment. It may have been the roughest sex I’ve ever had, but what came out of him was pure passion. I just have no idea what triggered it.
I go back to his bedroom and get myself properly dressed. He’s in the walk-in closet, standing in front of what must be an open safe.
When he comes out, he tosses three big stacks of cash on the bed. “That’s for you.”
“Wait… what is this?” I don’t know why, but the money comes as a shock-and not a pleasant one. “Are you getting rid of me?” What the hell is going on? Was that goodbye sex?
“No, no, no.” He steps over to me and touches my shoulder to pivot me toward him. “I just wanted to give you something. It’s just… a show of good faith. Your payment in advance. You swore your allegiance to me. I wanted to reciprocate.”
What the F? I’m still hella confused. I know I usually love money and I always thought having a guy shower me with it would be the ultimate turn-on, but in this instance, I’m totally offended.
My allegiance? I wasn’t being loyal for the money. I’m loyal because I care about this family. These two men. And the money was supposed to mine for doing the job, regardless of my loyalties.
But I do understand that my declaration of loyalty means something to him. Something big. And he’s feeling grateful. Which explains the awesome sex.
“Fine, money was the wrong thing.” He literally sweeps his hand over the bed and knocks the stacks of cash to the floor like they’re nothing. “How about this?” He wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling my back against his front. “I’ve got every P. I. in the state looking for your little boy. I put them on it as soon as I found out. I promise I’ll get him back to you safe and sound.”
My knees buckle, the room swoops. “Wh-what?” my voice wobbles. I turn in his arms to see his face. He nods, solemnly.
All I can do is throw my arms around his neck, strangle him with the intensity of my gratitude. And then I’m crying-my tears wetting his neck, my mascara smudging all over his white collar.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He runs his hands up and down my back and I feel so safe. So cared for. Cherished, even. It’s an amazing feeling-one I haven’t had with a man before.
He cradles one side of my face and thumbs away my tears.
“I still get the money, though, right?” I attempt a joke to lighten the mood.
His smile is devastatingly warm and I bask in its glow. “Of course you do.”
“You’re awfully sweet for a mob boss,” I tell him.
Something in his face shutters-the self-loathing part, I would have to guess. “You’re the only person in the entire universe who thinks that.”
And I remember how edgy he is with his brothers and sister. How they all act like he’s an alligator about to bite them.
I changed him.
It’s a stupid and dangerous thought, but I love the feeling that accompanies it.
He’s a different man with me.
I think it must be true. Either that, or no one’s ever given him credit for his hidden softness. No one’s bothered to look at him and see it.
Either way, it makes me even more loyal. Ready to defend him. On his side.
In love.
Crap. I cannot be in love with a mafia kingpin.
I cannot.
But I am.
* * *
Junior
Gio continued to improve over the afternoon. While Desiree feeds him some of the salty soup, I order food in for the two of us.
When it arrives, we eat in my living room while we watch The Bourne Ultimatum on TV. It’s so normal, so comfortable, I have to keep reminding myself not to get used to this.
Later, I catch Desiree after she finishes with her check-in on Gio. I sneak up behind her and wrap one hand around her mouth, the other around her waist.
She screams into my palm.
“Time for your punishment, doll,” I growl in her ear as I drag her backward, out of the room.
Her feet scramble to keep up with my lead and I fill my nostrils with her scent. Her silky hair smells fresh and clean like apples, the ponytail slides across my neck as we move.
Once we’re in my room I stop and untie the drawstring on her scrub pants, letting them drop to the floor. The top comes off next and then I spin her around to face me. She’s wearing a burgundy satin and lace bra and panty set today. I growl my approval, reaching around to grab her ass and squeeze.
“You always matchy-matchy with your bra and panties?”
“Well, I packed my best,” she admits.
Heady satisfaction shoots through me at that. “For me?” I rumble.
“I guess. Yeah.” She reaches for the buttons on my shirt but I catch her hands in one of mine.
“Uh uh. I’m in charge.” I snag her panties in the back and pull up, flossing them between her ass crack. She goes up on her toes, falling into me. With my free hand, I slap one of her ass cheeks. “You broke the rules again, baby.” I gently tug and release the panties, rubbing the taut fabric against her anus and over her clit. “You know what that means?”
“What?” Her breathy voice goes straight to my dick.
“It means you’re going to get your beautiful ass fucked.”
Her thighs snap together, ass cheeks squeeze up tight at the same time her breath hitches.
I nip her ear as I grip her ass with both hands, kneading the tightened muscles. “You’d better practice relaxing all this, baby. The more your resist me, the harder it will go for you.”
Her cheeks relax, first one, then the other.
“That’s good,” I murmur as I unhook the back of her bra. “Do what you’re told and I just might let you come when I’m finished.”
Her head snaps up, eyes blazing with her customary defiance. I smile and touch her nose. “I’m gonna start by painting your ass red.”
Her pupils are already dilated, breath short. I sit on the bed and tug her over my lap.
“And I thought I’d do it the old fashioned way.” I slap her ass.
She makes a surprised little shriek.
I rub the spot I slapped, then tug her panties down and off her legs. “Your ass looks so good with my handprints, baby.”
Desiree makes an unintelligible sound. Good, she’s already starting on her sexy little noises. I intend to make tonight good for her even if it does push her boundaries. I already tossed a tube of lube on the bed and intend to use plenty. I may call it punishment, but I want it to be the best possible kind.
I give her a spanking. It’s more satisfying than I might have guessed-having her bent over my knee like this is real punishment and not just searing sex play. Maybe there is a thread of real discipline in there. Paying her back for making me sweat this morning, for believing she’d betrayed my trust before she turned my world on end by swearing loyalty.
I love this woman.
Fuck, that’s crazy to admit, but like my youngest brothers, I’m suddenly a changed man.
Because of a woman.
And her surrender to me-the way she squirms over my lap while I turn her ass pink-is a level of intimacy I never had with anyone-including my… wife. Fuck, I have to tie up that loose end. I can’t have a wife when I feel this way about Desiree. Even if I haven’t touched Marne in years.
I stop spanking and circle my palm over Desiree’s heated skin. She moans softly. More like a hum or a purr. That’s it-she’s purring. I slide my fingers between her legs, and I’m not surprised when I find she’s sopping wet. Her flesh is slick and swollen, welcoming to my touch. Two fingers slide in her easily, gliding in and out. I reach for the bottle of lube with my other hand and pop it open with my thumb.
“You ready for your ass-fucking, baby?” I pry her cheeks apart with the fingers of one hand and squirt a dollop of lube over her asshole.
“No,” she says, a sullen teenager tone to her voice. It’s so fucking cute I want to kiss her senseless, but instead I pop her ass.
“Wrong answer, doll.” I go in immediately, massaging her anus, applying gentle pressure until she relaxes and lets my finger in. Her vocalizations go wild the minute I penetrate her ass, raising in pitch, never stopping. I use my finger to stretch her, get her used to the sensation of having something in her ass. “That’s it, baby. Submit. This is the ass-fucking you’ve been begging for since the minute you got here.”
Her pussy drips moisture, moans grow louder.
I pull my finger out and slap her ass. “Bend over the bed, baby.” I slide her off my lap and arrange her so her butt is out and ready for me. “If you take my cock like a good girl, I’ll let you touch yourself while I punish you.”
She doesn’t wait for permission. At the suggestion, she immediately slides her hand between her legs and starts working her slick folds, which makes my aching cock even harder.
I unzip my pants and free my erection, then lube it up good. Pushing her cheeks apart, I line the head up with her anus. “Take it,” I tell her, pushing without any force.
She draws in a breath, then lets it out, and the tight muscles yawn to let me in. I ease in slowly, stretching her wide, filling her.
I sense her fingers working frantically between her legs, giving her clit the stimulation she requires to make this pleasure and not discomfort.
“Is this how you thought it would go, doll? In those fantasies of yours?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Junior, please.”
I’m shaking from holding back. Cristo, I want to pound into her until she screams, but I know better. I go ever-so-slowly, straight in, back out, taking care not to over stretch her. “What do you need, baby? You want it harder?”
“No!” she yelps. “Yes. Wait, I don’t know.”
I chuckle. “Don’t worry, doll. I’m gonna take care of you. I know just how you need to be fucked tonight, and I’m gonna give it to you right. You like having your ass fucked by me?”
She whimpers.
“Hmm?”
“Yes-I don’t know. Please.”
“Please let you come? Not until I do. You know the rules. This ass belongs to me tonight, and I’m going to fuck it good before I let you get off. Capiche?”
“Capito, capito, capito. Junior. Ohmygod. Junior. What are you doing to me? Jesus, that’s good. That’s so good. So crazy. Oh wait, it’s too much. It’s too much. Wait, please. More. Oh God. Junior.”
I let the wave of Desiree-sex-babble roll over me, another hit of pleasure to my senses. The sound of my woman about to combust.
I hold her hips and increase my rhythm, still careful not to get rough or erratic with my thrusts. “You sorry now, baby? Good and sorry?”
“Ohmygod, Junior, I’m so fucking sorry. Please, please, please let me come. I have to come. I need to come right now. Oh please, Junior, please finish. I need more. I need it to be over. I need it so bad.”
If I had fewer scruples, I would record her sex babble to re-listen at my leisure. It’s like a fucking siren’s song, making me crazy with need.
My fingers dig into her hips and I slap against her ass on my way in. I stay in close and bump-bump-bump in and out while she howls with need.
Fuck, I’m going to come. Before I even know it, I’m there. I push in and stay, coming in her ass as I run my hands up and down her back in the sudden release of pleasure.
Not sure if she came, I thrust my hand under her hips to help her, penetrating her pussy and grinding the heel of my hand over her clit. “Come, baby.”
“It’s too much,” she wails, but she does come, her anus tightening with her pussy, drawing an aftershock of release out of me.
“That’s it, baby,” I croon. I keep moving my fingers inside her until she relaxes, a limp doll beneath me. Then I work to extricate my body from hers. “Come here, angel.” I tug her hips to pull her to her feet.
She moves like she’s drugged, all loose-limbed and floppy.
“I’m gonna get you cleaned up in the shower,” I murmur, and pick her up in a cradle hold, carrying her into my bathroom.
Desiree
I can barely hold my head up. Junior stands under the warm spray of water with me, his hands roaming over every inch of my body, sudsing and washing and re-sudsing. I’m propped against the wall, smiling at him through the droplets.
I’ve never seen this face on him. His gaze is pure warmth, so unlike his usual hardened visage, I hardly recognize him. And the warmth is so complete, I could bask in it like the sun. I feel loved and appreciated-cherished even.
Junior shampoos and conditions my hair and when he’s done everything but shave my legs, he cages me between his muscled arms and stares down at me, brushing our noses together. “You okay?” He slides one hand down and palms my ass. “Not too sore?”
I shake my head. I’m still one hundred percent blissed out.
He pushes a few strands of wet hair from my face and cups my cheek. “You’re good?”
I nod. I guess I used up all my words during sex. Lord, I’m like a non-stop talking sex doll-wind me up and I’ll moan and narrate through the whole damn thing.
“What can I do for you?” Junior asks, like he didn’t just carry my heavy butt in here and dote on me like a princess. Like he hasn’t already done the one thing that matters most-use his power to help me get Jasper back. Or the little things like keeping my favorite ice cream stocked in his freezer.
I shake my head. “Nothing. You’ve done it.”
He keeps studying me, like I might reveal some hidden need. When the water starts to turn cool, he shuts it off and grabs a towel for me first, then for him.
“You’ll sleep in my bed,” he says.
“Is that an order?” I tease, because in typical Junior fashion, he left out the part about asking me. Or saying please.
His lips twist into a half smile. “You want me to say please? Need me to beg?” Then he shakes his head. “Fuck that. You’re sleeping in my bed and that’s final.”
I laugh because it’s totally ridiculous and totally Junior. “You’re the boss,” I say softly and he smiles.
“Damn right, I am. And you’d better not forget it.” He helps me step out of the shower and leads me by the hand to the bed where he pulls the towel off me and watches me climb naked into his bed.
Then he drops his towel and follows me in.