Savio
I hate Luca for telling me not to go straight home. Smart ass. I would rather kill him than admit he's right. Just knowing that Natalia is back on my property lifts a weight in my chest, but that weight has been replaced by the kind of raw anger I try to avoid; I can feel it clouding my judgement.
It only took her a week to break the contract, and for what? I think back to the scene in the basement. If she saw me kill that man, I could understand her feeling afraid. But to bolt? I thought better of her; she is born and bred into violence, as much as she wishes to pretend otherwise. Impulsively, I send her a text message. Just two words. Perhaps the fear of waiting, trying to imagine what I'm going to do, will teach her to respect our contract.
Joe can sense my mood and makes his report quickly and quietly. The clubs are thriving, even without a trace of underground activity to boost the profits. We are planning the five-year anniversary celebration of the opening of my first club, a huge modern structure downtown. The guest list includes celebrities, millionaires, and not a single member of the mafia. But I can't bring myself to consider details like table settings or menus today. I tell him to contact my COO, a woman whose taste is probably infinitely better than mine.
With the party out of the way, I turn my attention to preparing my businesses for my imminent trip to Italy. I instruct my secretary to book a jet for myself, Natalia, Luca, and the rest of the men I'm obliged to bring. At this late notice, international flights are unspeakably expensive, but the cost is entirely negligible for me. The logistics still give me a headache. I have to appoint people to run my businesses in my absence, reschedule meetings and events, and prepare the men I'm leaving behind to help raid Vincente's territory without giving them enough details to leak our plan.
Even when I'm trying to hurry things along, the sheer number of details that need to be addressed drags on for hours, and before I know it the sun has begun to set. I stride down to my car, enjoying the way the girls I pass scatter out of my way. I speed all the way home, unsure if I'm eager to punish her or if I just want to see her face, after thinking I might never get to again. I take a deep breath in the driveway before going inside. Control. It's what distinguishes me from my peers, and it's infinitely more powerful than impulse.
Luca eyes me as I enter. "Where is she?" He jerks his chin upstairs toward my bedroom. Well, that saves me from dragging her there. Feeling his hand on my arm, I squeeze his wrist. "It's ok. I'm fine. Where did you find her?"
"She was standing in the street just outside." This surprises me. I assumed she had run as far and fast as she could, only to be picked up and forced back. "She looked like hell, Savio. She didn't tell me what happened." The thought of anyone hurting her besides me infuriates me. What was the point of trapping her here under my total control when someone else still got to her first? Luca watches me pour three glasses of wine. I hand him one. "Drink that and get out." His lips quirk.
Picking up the other two glasses, I walk slowly up the stairs, making sure my steps are easily heard. The door to my bedroom is pushed mostly shut. I shoulder it open in one smooth motion, then stop, letting it smack the wall and come back to hit me again. She's sitting on the windowsill in a pair of my flannel pajama pants and a tight camisole, staring fixedly outside even though it's mostly dark. My cock was already starting to harden, and her outfit choice and freshly-washed hair send a jolt of electricity through me. Her wary eyes follow me as I slam the door behind me with my foot.
Not taking my eyes off her for a second, I walk slowly across the room and hold out one of the wine glasses. She's already breathing rapidly and shallowly, like a frightened bird, pretending to ignore the glass. I outwait her, standing perfectly still until she sighs and takes it, making sure not to let any of her skin touch mine. I brush a hand over her hair, enjoying her shudder, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. She seems relieved to have me further away.
"So?" My low voice drops into the silent room like a stone into a pool.
"I..." She rubs a hand across her face. "I got a job at a coffee shop."
Of all the answers I expected, that wasn't one of them. I wait pointedly for an elaboration, hiding the confusion racing through my mind.
But she doesn't elaborate. She crosses her arms like it's the most natural thing in the world, petulance tingeing her words. "So? I went to a coffee job and they gave me a job and I said yes. Is there a problem with that?"
Humor tugs at my mouth, but I disguise it. "First rule of business, sweetheart. Read the contracts you sign. It may be against the contract or it may not, but the problem is that you don't know. So where's your bargaining power?"
Surprise replaces the terror in her eyes. "I assumed the contract wasn't even legal. I mean, how could it be?"
"Trust me. Everything I do that matters is legal." I savor the tang of wine on my tongue.
She wants to know the truth so badly. Her eyes are begging me to tell her if a job is within the scope of the contract. It's delicious. "Why did Luca say you looked like hell? Pouring coffee a rough job?"
Her lips press together until they're white. As she turns her head, I see a ripe bruise on her left temple. "I got mugged," she whispers finally.
I can see there's more to the story than that. Much more. "Who mugged you?"
"How am I supposed to know?" she lies. I have a guess, and it's pretty cute that she thinks I haven't already unraveled her relationship with the Del Toro family. She can play it that way if she wants.
I down the last of my wine, setting the glass on the nightstand. Her eyes follow me as I stand up. "Well, this has been fun, but it's time to move on. I'll tell you one thing about the contract you didn't read. If you act against my instructions or lie to me, I get to punish you any way I see fit. And I'm pretty sure you've racked up a list."
Stepping closer, I trace my thumb down her jaw. "I'll stop if you come clean but know that I demand everything. No crumbs or half-truths." She glares at me, but I can clearly see curiosity tangled with the defiance in her expression. I'm rock hard already.
When she refuses to speak, I nod. "Very well then, little bird. You will obey everything I tell you." I put my finger in the hollow at the base of her throat, drawing it slowly up her jugular, then tipping her chin up to look at me. "Finish your drink."
I stand back as she gulps the last of the wine. I laugh when she coughs. I don't think she drinks often. The glass rattles on the windowsill as she sets it down with a shaky hand.
"Stand up." It takes her a long moment, but she sees the determination in my eyes and seems to understand. A fair punishment for blatant disobedience. Her heart is practically shaking her ribcage as I draw her to me, letting my hard bulge brush her stomach. I hook my thumb in the waistband of her pants and tug it down just enough to expose an inch of her bare hip. I stroke the soft skin, and she inhales a shaky breath when I let go. "Take your clothes off."
I haven't fully decided what I'm going to do if she refuses. This isn't about raping her; it's about showing her I have the power to make her do anything and make her like it. Fortunately, I've read her right. She pulls her pants down and steps out of them, revealing her thin panties. When she waits for my reaction, I refuse to give her anything. "Go on." I don't realize she's not wearing a bra until she pulls off the camisole, revealing soft, full breasts and taut nipples. Fuck.
As if to ease her embarrassment, she steps toward me and tries to put my hands on her waist. I pull away and put a hand lightly around the base of her throat. "No. You do exactly as I tell you, and no more. Face the bed."
She stands with her back to me at the foot of the bed. The tips of her shoulders and breasts are flushed pink, her soft curves tormenting me with their perfection. This might be as punishing for me as it is for her. I stand so close behind her that my clothes brush her bare back and ass, but I don't touch her. "Who mugged you?" I whisper in her ear. When she doesn't answer, I chuckle softly and push her face-first onto the bed. "Don't you dare move your hands."
I enjoy the sight of her lying perfectly still, completely unsure of what will happen next. She lets out an unconscious whimper as I move each of her arms for her, placing them together above her head. I want to pull out the leather cuffs in my bedside table and tie her to the headboard, but this game is about letting her keep control and forbidding her to use it. In spite of herself, she squirms and tries to roll over onto her back.
I pin her down with a hand in the middle of her back, giving her a warning slap on the ass. "If you keep moving without my permission, I'll have to resort to less comfortable punishments. Stop trying to rush me." I straddle her, rocking my hips against her soft rear end and feathering my lips down her spine. "I'm going to enjoy this side of you for as long as I want."
The girl actually groans as I stop and climb back off of her, leisurely removing my jacket and shirt. When she thinks I'm not looking, she turns her head just enough to eye my body. I unbuckle my pants and step out of them, leaving my boxers on. "You know what I'm going to do," I say conversationally. "I'm not going to touch you. I'm going to jerk off all over you, oh, at least three or four times. If you're good, maybe you can beg for a treat at the end."
Kneeling next to her, I press her head down into the pillow as I free my hard shaft and stroke it. When I finally let her go so I can grip my balls, she turns her face just slightly and peeks at me, her cheeks flushed pink, her lips parted slightly. I come immediately at the sight, pleasure rippling down my hard muscles. My cum shimmers on the slope of her back, and I hear her gasp. She writhes slightly, but I don't have the heart to punish her when it's so darn enjoyable to watch. As if to prove that she's learning, she lies still and waits for my instructions. She must want her treat after all. "Clean yourself off, then come back here and lie down again."