Bobby
After an eleven-hour day at the office followed by a meeting with the don about the possible FBI raid, I finally make it home. The house phone rings, and I pick up.
“Hello?”
“Um, hi!”
I recognize Lexi’s voice.
I blow out my breath, short on patience and high on suspicion right now. “Why are you calling me here?” I demand. I don’t even know how she got the number. “I’ll call you right back.” I hang up and call back with my new cell phone.
“What the hell, Lexi? Landlines are almost always tapped. Now the Feds have your number, you know. Did you want to be on their watch list?”
“Oh God. I’m sorry.” She sounds nervous. “I just-”
I interrupt. “Why didn’t you call my cell? I texted you the new number.”
“No you didn’t!” she protests.
Now I’m fully annoyed because I definitely did. Then another realization hits home. “Where did you get my home number?”
She doesn’t answer.
Fanculo. The last thing I need right now is female drama. Another psycho girl like Stacy hounding me at the same time I have the feds breathing down my neck.
I need to see her face to get to the root of this. “Are you at the apartment?”
“Um, yes, uh huh.” Her voice is overly-agreeable.
“I’ll be right over.”
I drive to my apartment building, trying to decipher her behavior. She says she didn’t receive my text with my new number. But how and why did she dig out my home number? And the fact that she went to the trouble bothers me.
A lot.
There’s a reason I don’t want a girlfriend. I want things on my own termsnot on hers. This feels intrusive and needy.
Definitely reeks of Stacy-behavior, which I thought Lexi was above.
I find her on the couch watching the television when I come in, but she immediately turns it off and stands to walk toward me. She definitely looks sorry, which, I have to admit, is a cute look on her. Some of my irritation starts to seep away.
She’s not nuts. She’s not acting defensive or playing dumb.
This was a misunderstanding. One we can definitely work out with a talk and some sexy punishment.
My dick stirs in my pants at the prospect.
“You’re in trouble with me, Lexi,” I warn.
Lexi
Crap. I should not have pissed off the mob boss. Made man. Whatever he is. I don’t want this arrangement to end. I mean, I really don’t want it to end. Not just from a financial standpointand my money situation is still dire. But I also hate the idea that I’ve irritated Bobby. Because I really like him.
“I know.” I try to appear calm. “I’m sorry, Bobby.”
I’ve been pacing the apartment, attempting to not freak out.
“I checked my text messages after we hung up, and I found your text from a few days ago. It didn’t show up as a new message for some reason, so I hadn’t noticed it. I’m really sorry.”
Regardless of having his new number or not, I shouldn’t have called him at home. Now he’s mad, and I’m not even sure what that means with a guy like him. Will he break up with me? Kick me out of the apartment? Punish me? He threatened punishment if I broke his rules, will that be the worst of it? Or was that just kinky talk?
I fight tears now as I realize I’m in way over my head. Why I thought getting mixed up with a mobster was a good idea is beyond me.
The grim look on Bobby’s face when he came in has already softened. He takes in my tears and sighs. “Come here, doll.” He holds his arms out.
Holy yes. I suck in a breath and close the distance between us. He folds me into his arms in an embrace. I melt into him, allowing his strength to envelope me.
“I’m sorry,” I say into his suit jacket.
“It’ll be okay.” He kisses the top of my head. He holds me for a moment, then says, “Look at me, baby.” When I lift my face, he lowers his head to catch and hold my gaze. “We have rules. The rules are for your safety and mine.”
I nod.
“What were you thinking calling my house?”
I swallow, not sure how to answer.
His eyes narrow. “And where did you get my home number, anyway?”
I start to look away, and he catches my chin, gently holding my face in place, my gaze trapped in his. He raises his brows, waiting.
The knot in my belly tightens.
“Lex?”
“I saw your ex-girlfriend at Swank. Stacy? She asked me for your new number.”
“Cristo.” His jaw clenches. “I see. Did you give it to her?”
“Well, no! I didn’t have it. Well, at least I didn’t realize I had it. I’m sorry, I never saw your text.”
He cocks his head. “So you would have given it to her if you had it?”
Crap. I flush. Somehow I have a feeling he would know if I lied. Instead, I lift my chin. “I wouldn’t have needed to because…” I trail off, realizing my argument lacks logic.
“Because?”
I blink back the water brimming in my eyes. “She told me you switched cell numbers a lot, and I should just call your house. She gave me the number. Then I felt like I had to reciprocate and show her the number I had.”
“I see.”
“I’m sorry, Bobby. I really fucked up.”
His expression softens. “Yes, you did fuck up.” He doesn’t sound angry anymore, not the way he did on the phone. “Listen, baby, I’m in a dangerous business. I’m keeping you out of it. Stacy is going to get herself hurt if she keeps fucking with my business. And not by me. My organization…doesn’t take kindly to fuckery. That’s why I keep you completely shielded.”
I work to swallow. “I’m really sorry.”
He tugs me closer and kisses my forehead. “That was a very sweet apology.” His voice softens to a deep rumble. “You’re cute when you’re sorry.” I realize his gaze is heated now, his eyes hooded. “I’m going to enjoy punishing you.”
My pussy clenches at the same time my belly flips.
I can’t decide if I’m more scared or excited. Whether this is just kink or something to really fear. Maybe a mixture of the two.
I take a step backward. He follows, his movements predatory. He’s turned on by whatever it is he’s about to do, and that revs my engine, too. He can tie me up. Torture me. Whip me with his belt. So long as he enjoys it, I think I’m good. It’s weird, but I’d rather have his punishment any day than his rejection. It’s been a short time, but I’ve already entrained myself to want to please him.
“Am I going to enjoy it?” My voice warbles a little as I ask.
He chuckles. “That depends. Do you like a little pain with your pleasure?” He unbuttons the cuff on his sleeve and starts rolling it up.
“I-I dont know.”
He tips his head toward the bedroom. “Let’s find out. Go in the bedroom and take off your clothes.”
My nipples stiffen under my shirt. I obey, excited when I see he’s right behind me, following me in. He leans in the doorway and watches me undress as he finishes rolling up his sleeves. My hands tremble unbuttoning my jeans and pulling off my fitted top. I turn to face him, and every inch of my skin heats under his gaze.
“All of them?” I whisper-croak.
He nods, his dark gaze gleaming.
I unhook my bra and toss it on the floor, then step out of my panties.
He unbuckles his belt and slides it out of the loops.
Oh boy. I take a step backward, a whimper crooning in my throat.
He grabs both the pillows from the bed and stacks them on top of one another at the side. “Lie over these.”
My heart thuds. My feet don’t move.
Bobby waits. “Come on, doll. Take your punishment.”
I want to be his good girl. I must crave a little degradation and pain because I’m excited as I stumble forward, climbing over the pillows to lie down as he instructed. My heart continues to thud, but I’m definitely wet between my legs.
He trails his fingers lightly across my ass and down the back of my thigh. “Good girl.”
There are those two words again. I don’t know why they have such an effect on me, but they do. I crave his praise. Want to satisfy him. To please him.
He winds the buckle end of his belt around his fist, and I try to contain my anxiety by biting the bedspread. I hear the sound a split second before I feel the first lick of leather across my ass. The line of fire surprises me with its sting, but it’s not nearly as terrible as I feared. I jump as he lays down the next stripe and the following. Again and again, he brings the belt down, burning my bare flesh with each stroke. I wriggle and roll under the continuous onslaught and find myself counting strokes as a way of managing the intensity. After the first ten, it gets easier, the shock wearing away as my entire ass grows hot. After fifteen though, panic returns.
“Please! I’m sorry!” I gasp.
Bobby doesn’t answer, just continues snapping the leather across my tender cheeks.
“Bobby! Please! Please?” I reach back and try to cover my ass, but he catches my wrist and bends it behind my back, restraining me.
“It’s over when I decide, Lexi.”
Something about his words and the way he’s pinning me down flips a switch in me, desire flaring alongside the pain. I want him to go on, want more of his leather, the bite of his belt morphing into something almost pleasurable. Almost, but not quite.
I struggle against his hold, my hips undulating more wantonly now. “Please,” I beg, though I hardly know what I want. “Please.”
He stops and rubs my smarting ass. “Do you call me at home, Lex?” His voice is soft. As soothing as his touch.
“Never,” I whimper.
“Do you talk about me with other people? Give out my number?”
“No, Bobby.”
“Good girl.”
Pleasure flushes through me viscerally.
He releases the wrist he pinned and strokes his hand down the length of my back to rest on my smarting ass. “You took that so well.” He’s all praise now, and his praise is definitely my kink.
I moan at his touch, lost in the endorphins from the pain and the flames of need. I part my legsan offering. Or maybe a request.
He immediately slides two fingers between them, and I moan softly. “You need me to hold you, or are you ready for my cock?” His voice is deep and gravelly, like he got even more turned on by my punishment than I did.
“I’m ready,” I murmur.