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Once secure, I remove his gag.
“Please, I’ll give you whatever you want.” He proceeds to give me all his account details without having to suffer a cut.
“Since your wife doesn’t know about your extracurricular activities, I’ll make sure to leave her some money so she’s not completely destitute.”
An ammonia-like odor filters up to my nose. It originates from a trail of urine dripping down his trembling torso.
I shake my head but get to work. With the future finances of the children secure, I enter the zone to the soundtrack of the men’s tortured screams. Tonight, I work faster than I usually do. I check my watch to see I’m ahead of schedule. I take my keepsakes to the secret room before cleaning up and disposing of the bodies.
During the long drive back to Douglas, my adrenaline pumps fast and my endorphins keep me wired. To keep myself from bouncing through the windshield, I turn on the radio.
Big mistake. Song after song is about wet pussies, hard dicks, and descriptions of fucking from slow to the physically impossible. Immediately, piercing blue eyes and an illicit promise fill my mind. I’ve known for a long time that my unusual upbringing is to blame for my lack of desire. When my peers would salivate and share stories about their sexual adventures, I felt nothing. But ever since meeting Sansone, everything they described has hit me like a sledgehammer, and I’m not equipped to handle the strong influx of feelings.
I wish the radio DJs understood, but song after song turns the high I’m riding into something primitive and wild. I fidget in my seat, clenching my thighs. My breasts are achy and my skin is flush. All I want is relief, but I don’t know how to go about getting it. I switch off the radio and open my window, hoping the cool air will dampen my overheated body. With an urgency riding me, I speed up with a reminder to create a playlist next time.
After cutting a two-hour ride in half, I return the van to its original location where my ride awaits me. Soon I’m sneaking onto Sansone’s property. Unlike my earlier exit, I don’t care if the guards find me. I’ve removed evidence of my disguise, and have an excuse of a late-night stroll ready for Sansone if I’m caught.
I enter the house. A foreboding sensation washes over me as I creep upstairs. Unlike earlier tonight, Sansone isn’t waiting to ambush me. When I reach the third floor, I check on Jinx. The sight of her peacefully hugging her stuffed bear makes what I did tonight worth every second I spent away from her.
With my energy at a high but with only a couple hours before Jinx wakes up, I at least need to try to rest.
“Who is he?” Sansone’s sharp question causes me to jump.
“He who?” I turn the light on to find him lying on my bed in black silk pajama bottoms and tattoos.
Nothing else.
Until now, I’ve only seen him dressed in suits and never would have guessed at the artwork beneath. My fingers tingle at the prospect of tracing the ink over his chest and abs and maybe exploring further.
What am I thinking? This isn’t like me.
Yet, my adrenaline, still pumping from the night’s activities coupled with listening to the likes of Teyana Taylor, Janelle Monáe, Due Lipa, and Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion singing about sex and wet pussies, makes seeing Sansone in so little clothing wreak havoc on the last vestiges of my control.
“The man you spent the night with,” Sansone barks, reminding me of where I’m standing and that I shouldn’t ogle him.
Or think about the what-ifs popping up in my head. But even if I want to succumb to the temptation he presents and explore what I can only admit are desires I’ve never had before he incited them, I won’t do so without making him work for the privilege.
“Hard to say. There were three, and they wore me out.” I stretch and yawn before advancing into the room. “I have an hour before Jinx wakes up and I’d like to?—”
Before I can finish my sentence, Sansone pins me to the bed. A firestorm rages behind his blue eyes, but that’s not what draws my attention. The hard, sizable erection pressing between my thighs reignites the achy sensations I suppressed when thoughts of him became too much.
“An hour is enough time to administer your punishment.”
My pussy clenches on his last word, but when his meaning sinks in, I rear my head. “Say what now?”
“You broke my rules, now face the consequences.”
On the bed, I have little leverage, but I keep trying until I’m able to roll over and push him off me. He tumbles to the ground and I make a run for the door. I twist and pull the handle, but Sansone slams me into the door, cutting off my escape.
“I don’t think so, mia ragazzaccia.” He pulls me back toward the bed.
I don’t make it easy, but he barely breaks a sweat to overpower me and tow me where he wants. When we get to the head of the bed, I notice something I overlooked when the sight of Sansone’s half-naked body distracted me. On the pillow he wasn’t resting on is a set of four restraints.
“You’re smoking if you think I’ll let you put those on me.”
With pinched lips, he selects one, quickly locks it in place on my wrist, and attaches the other end to the bed frame.
“Sansone, release me.”
