Liam O’Grady stood, watching his little Pet. She looked breathtakingly, stunningly, desirable, her skin flushed pink and rosy, her eyes wide, the brown hair cascading down her back in heavy, gleaming waves. Damn, he thoguth, his erection more than half-mast now, she looked so inviting.
But her mouth was pursed, plump lips drawn together as he folded her arms over her full breast, making him groan.
F*ck, but she ahd no idea how erotically appealing the gesture was!
*
Then she began to say something, her eyes flashing fire at him, her throaty voice low , trembling with anger as she spoke,
“Are you sure that there is no wife or irate fiancee lurking in the corridor who I should beware of? Someone who might leap from the bushes and beat me up? Again?’
Her scorn and derision made her even more appealing and the big man, his feet wide apart, his arms loosely hanging by his side, the gun at his waist exposed as he moved, threw his head back and roared with laughter. She was so different from the girls he was used to, the ones who dropped to their knees, mouth wide open, if he so much as said ,” Kneel”
This one would put up a fight and he loved that. She would resist him, although he could see that his presence was affecting her greatly. She was breathing fast, the pulse at the base of her neck fluttering wildly as she stood, stock still, glaring at him, chin lifted, pouting.
It only intensified his ardour, manifold.
*
If the semi in his pants had been bearable when he strode in, thinking of Bianca and her delectable body, now it was a raging hard-on, pressing into his pants, willing to be set free, to rule this little minx who stood, challenging him.
This was good, he told himself as he began to leisurely unbutton his shirt, tossing his jacket onto the ground carelessly. Her wide brown eyes followed his every movement and she stood, still as he removed his shirt. He saw her eyes follow the path of his tattoos, to the knuckles where he had gotten them inked, once for every time he won a match when he was younger.
He flexed his arms and began to unbutton his fly.
She gulped and said, her voice small, breathless.
“It would be a good idea to lock the door, maybe?”
He grinned the wolfish smile that did not reach his hot eyes.
“Do it, Pet,” he growled and she moved forward, walking slowly to the door, wary.
But as she passed him, he reached out and tugged at the towel and she cried as it fell down onto the floor.
He moved, imprisoning her in his arms as he nuzzled her earlobe, his hands moving roughly over her soft, freshly bathed, sweet-smelling body.
“I paid for you to do a job, Pt. Looks like you’ve forgotten the deal and it’s just been two day, huh?’
A large had clamped around her breast, teasing her thick nipple, then twisting it as she arched in shock.
“No,” she stammered,” I haven’t…Master.”
He grunted, his mouth moving to hers as he breathed,
“Because I would hate to withdraw my support to your sisters and mother, wouldn’t I?”
She was like a bowstring, stretched taut in his hand as she rose slightly on her toes to accept his kiss, a rough one, no gentleness, here. He pushed her backwards and she fell back on the bed, gasping, her hand going to her swollen mouth. He had bitten her lower lip and she was staring at him, her eyes like brown saucers.
‘On the Pill, aren’t you?” he grunted as he stepped out of his pants and tugged off his boxers.
She nodded, her eyes riveted on his movements, licking her lips in something like apprehension as his large, thick manhood appeared, precum already beaded on the tip.
He gripped her head.
“Take it in your mouth,” he commanded. She obeyed him, her mouth opening wide to swallow his thick member and he saw her gag as he hit the back of her throat. Her eyes filled and she looked up at him, but there was a fire in them that made him excited. She was not begging for him to stop. It was as though she was daring him and he held her head hard as he began to f*ck her face, groaning as he watched her try to breathe and pleasure him.
Suddenly, it was too much: he wanted to be inside her, to feel those tight little muscles clenching around him, squeezing him as he hit her G-spot, ramming into her womb.
He lifted her up, his strong, calloused hands on her upper arms, rough as he placed her on the table, shoving everything on the surface to the ground, uncaringly.
*
Then he moved to her and she reached out for him, blinded with a need she could not name, wrapping her arms around his neck, twisting her small fingers in the luxuriant black hair at the base of his head, twisting, enough to hurt and he gave a small grunt of satisfaction. So his Pet was on fire for him? She needed his body as he did hers?
But that was not what he had in mind and he wrenched her small hands away, snarling. Then, before she could catch on, he had flipped her over, forcing her head on to the hard surface of the desk,
“Liam?” she whispered, unsure and scared now,” Master?”
*
Binaca
With a practised flourish, he gripped my wrists behind my back and then, before I knew what he was about to do, he had thrust into me, not ungently, but with a force that made me rise up on my toes, crying out his name. He lowered his head, his body over me as he sucked and bit my nape and I sobbed, feeling the rush of an arousal building up in me. I was wet already, and when he withdrew a little, only to push back, hard and fast, I screamed.
My legs were knocked apart to make way for him to thrust into me with urgency and I sobbed as my large breast swung and then were pressed against the hard surface of the desk, painfully.
It was pure lust in him but he worked me up to a frenzy, slipping a hand to stroke and then pinching my sensitive nub, making me spiral out of control, crying his name mindlessly.
“Liam, I gasped,” Master…please…more…”
I heard his cruel laugh, more of a rasping sound as he thrust into me, faster, harder and to my shame, I welcomed it, the feel of a hand snaking up to twit a pert nipple, making me arch back into his heavy body as I came again, exploding, tingling all over.
The core of my body was pleasurably soft, welcoming his treatment, his usage of me and then, I screamed as he hit something in me, a spot within me that pulsed as he rammed into me, a spot that exuded pleasure and pain at once, even though he was now roaring, like an animal that had won, my core tightening, as I released my juices, moaning as I felt him sink his teeth into my neck…
*
Liam O’Grady
He straightened slowly, looking at the near-limp girl who tried to stand up on shaky legs, trying to be brave and tough.
But her eyes and that mouth…she looked like a woman who had been f*cked raw and he loved it.
He lifted her easily in his arms and she did not struggle, just leaned her head into his chest, her lids closing.
Placing her on the bed, he got a washcloth and cleaned her up.
*
Bianca was half asleep and she watched him dully, her gaze unfocused. Then she rolled over on her side and fell asleep.
The Mafia Boss shook his head, running a hand over his face.
That had to be the best f*ck eve, he thought feelingly.
Sure, he had had many women in his bed before but this? Bianca was like clay, once she stopped fighting and allowed him to take charge, it was like two people craving the same thing.
Yes, f*cking her was like fighting a battle with an equal, not like the women he took to bed, who were only eager to please him and never put up any kind of resistance.
Bianca Cruz was refreshingly different and he was going to enjoy taking her again tonight, he thought, palming his manhood which was already growing hard at the thought of taking her body.
*
She had given as good as she got and he stood for a while, his eyes tracing her full figure, the heavy breasts with the dark nipples, the rounded a*se…
*
He smiled, as he stalked out to take a quick shower. Liam O’Grady was all up for another round but he just then, saw that he had the three missed calls from Finn St Just.
Frowning, he called his brother back. St Just never disturbed him when he out of the Casinos; it was an unspoken understanding between the two brothers. So what had happened?
*
The moment he heard his brother’s response, his mind was in overdrive. His casino was the only thing on his mind and he was out of the door in a trice, pulling on his jacket as he went for he had tugged on his pants and shirt while he was moving.
The casino on the outskirts of the town had unexpectedly caught fire, his brother had said. Sabotage, St Just added grimly and O’Grady knew that he had to find the bast*rds who had done it.
There was going to be hell to pay.
His casinos were like his babies; no one who touched them walked out alive.
*
Bianca
I woke up and stretched, feeling my body ache in all sorts of places.
It all came back and I blushed. Liam O’Grady was a fierce lover but he had taken me to heights I had never known existed!
Dimpling, I turned around on the bed but he was not to be seen. Frowning, I went back into the shower, glancing a the clock on the wall, my hand going to my mouth in horror.
It was now 11 pm!
Hastily, I showered and changed into a large shirt and shorts before sneaking out of the room. The house was in semi-darkness and I could sense that Liam O’Grady was nowhere around. Puzzled, disappointed and feeling very hurt, I trailed downstairs. On the dining table was a note asking me to help myself from the food in the fridge. Glumly, I took out the chicken fajita salad with lime-cilantro vinaigrette, which Alfred’s wife had prepared and which proved to be delicious. There was also a dish of spiced carrot fritters which I gobbled greedily.
All that activity with Liam O’Grady had done things for my appetite, I thought drily.
*
But unhappily, as I nibbled at the food towards the end, I asked myself why I felt so depressed because Liam O’Grady had just come over to use me to satisfy his wants.
After all, that was what I was here for, right?
I climbed back upstairs, my shoulders drooping, feeling the weight of my situation.
And when I went to sleep, my face was wet with tears.