Page 6 of Lucky Shot

I slip my fingers down my slick slit, coating them in my wetness as I reach my tight hole. I don’t hesitate, inserting one finger, then another, groaning at how good it feels, before slipping in the last one with a moan, all while keeping my eyes on the screen for my hidden benefactor. I widen my legs and scoot closer to the end of the bed, to ensure he’s getting an up close and personal look at my pussy, as I start to fuck myself with my fingers. Fuck, I’m so tight, and even with my small fingers, it feels too full. “Who does that pretty pussy belong to?” He growls, and it almost sets me off. I can feel my orgasm already tickling at all of my nerve endings. My clit throbs with the need to be stroked, so I can cum all over my fingers. “You, Sir,“ I moan as I pick up speed, and thrust in and out of my soaked hole. The sound of my wetness is loud in the semi-quiet room, only filled with my moans, his harsh breathing, and the faint beats of my quickly forgotten music. “Do not come, pretty girl.”

What?Ohmyfuckinggod, I am so close already, so what the hell does he mean ‘don’t cum’? Isn’t that what he’s here to watch me do? “Please, Sir. I’m so close already,” I whine softly, as my fingers rub over that soft spot inside of myself that makes me want to scream in ecstasy.

“Remove your fingers, naughty girl. You only cum when I tell you.” For a second, I think about defying him. I already have his payment for this hour, plus this month’s subscription.“Don’t.”The one word is uttered with authority, and has me immediately removing my soaked fingers from inside of myself.Fuck, how did he know what I was thinking?My chest rises and falls with my labored breath, and my skin feels dewy, sweaty, and tingly. I’m all worked up and ready to detonate, but he’s enjoying this game, and if I’m honest, so am I.

I’ve always had a fantasy where I’m tied up to a bed and blindfolded, and a man is doing whatever he wants with my body, and I’m unable, and unwilling, to stop him. My fantasy man uses all my holes, bringing me tothe brink of orgasm madness, removing my ability to speak and consent, and depriving me, until he’s satisfied his own needs. Here in this little safe cocoon, this man can at least fill some of those cravings. “Are you going to be my good girl and obey me, or do I need to punish you some more?”

The sound of something moving on his end, and his tight voice, tells me he’s not as unaffected as I believed. I’m almost positive that he’s jerking himself off watching me, and somehow, that knowledge makes me even wetter, and more willing to please him. “Please, Sir, I want to be your good girl. Please tell me what you want me to do, so I can come for you.”

“Jesus,” he groans, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from giggling. Two can play at this game. He wants a naughty submissive, and I can play that role, no problem. “Grab one of your toys, the big dildo, and slip just the tip inside of yourself. Don’t disobey me,” the command is issued in his steely, hard voice, and I have to bite my lip to prevent showing him how it’s affecting me.

I grab the large, thick, nine-inch dildo, pausing for a second to look at the bottle of lube. Usually, I would need to slick this big boy up, but right now, I’m positively drenched, and already leaving a wet spot on my sheets. I bring it forward, my fingers wrapping around the thick, meaty girth as I place it upright between my legs, so he can see it clearly. “Good girl,slip it between your pussy lips. Get him nice and wet for me.“ I comply with his request, another moan escaping my lips. My legs tense, and my core clenches with the need to come so badly. “Show me,” he requests, and I hold the dildo up, so he can see my wetness coating it. “Good girl, now slip just the tip inside of yourself and hold it there.“ I bring the large mushroom head to my entrance and slip it inside, my body demanding instantly that I deepen the penetration, but with a shaky breath, I hold still, awaiting his next instruction. My body is humming like a live electrical wire, just ready to singe everything around me. I force myself to breathe through my nose, and curl my toes, to stop myself from impaling the toy, as my core contracts over and over again. “Do I feel good inside of you, naughty girl? Do you want more?”

“Yes, oh my god, please, Sir, please!” I plant my feet hard on the mattress and force myself to stay still, even though my body is shaking with need. “Prop it on the mattress until only the tip is inside of you, and rub your clit for me, baby. Imagine it’s my fingers making you feel good, and my cock waiting to fill you up.” My hands shake as I angle the large dildo on the mattress, fighting the urge to ride it hard and deep inside of me, and I bring my two fingers to my achy clit and begin to rub tight circles, round and round, on the pulsating bundle of nerves. “Tell me what you want, my slut.” My head tips back, and my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my skull with how amazing my body is feeling. My orgasm is right there on the very cusp, waiting for me to fall over into the abyss.

“You, Sir. Deep inside of me, filling me up with your big cock until I explode all over you. Please let me come, please,” I beg, like the needy slut I am, as the waves of my orgasm rise like a winter storm about to make landfall, and destroy everything in its path. “Stop!Remove your fingers. Don’t come.”Fuck, fuck, fuck!This guy will be the end of me at this rate. I’m so close to coming that my whole body is buzzing. I can hear my blood racing in my ears, and smell my sweet, musky scent filling the air around me. I force my fingers away from my clit with a lamented cry, and stare into the camera, hoping he can see how much I need this. This type of sexual torture is new to me, and I can’t say I’m not enjoying it, even though it’s frustrating me. Allowing someone else all the control is freeing, in a way I never would have imagined. “Do you want to come, pretty girl?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me that you’re my dirty little whore. Tell me what you would do to my cock if I was right there with you.” Oh my god, I am going to explode, whether either of us wants me to or not. I moisten my lips with my tongue, and that gets a groan out of him. Maybe if I can push him to the edge, and make him cum, then he’ll let me. He’s obviously got excellent control of himself, but I wonder, if I test it a little more, if he will crack under the need blanketing us both. I bring my soaked fingers to my mouth and suck them, keening when my taste hits my tongue. I can hear his harsh breathing, knowing he’s struggling just as much as I am, despite his iron control. I suck my fingers noisily, licking all my juices off, and pulling them out of my mouth with a mischievous grin. “I’m yourdirty whore, Sir, just waiting here for you to fill up all my holes. I want to take your big, hard cock deep in my mouth, and down my throat, until I’m gagging and choking on you. I would lick every inch of you, every ridge and vein. I would suck on your testicles, rolling them in my mouth with my tongue, until you groaned my name. Then I would take your big, thick cock deep into the back of my throat so you could cum, and I would swallow every last drop, Sir.”

“Fuck,” the groan is so loud and long that I know he’s just come, and it makes me feel amazing, knowing that I did that to him. My words and voice had so much power over him, that they pushed him over the pinnacle he was holding himself back from, and broke his self-control. I use my fingers to stroke at my nipple, pulling and pinching it, getting myself closer and closer to the edge, in hopes that this time he’ll allow me to fall right off it. “Fuck, pretty girl, that mouth of yours is sexy as fuck. You’re such a good girl, you deserve to come. Slip me deep inside of your tight cunt, and fuck me hard and fast. I want to hear you scream as you shatter.”

Hedoesn’t have to tell me twice. I grab onto the dildo, and thrust it deep inside of myself with a groan, as it fills me to the brink, and I immediately pick up speed. I need more though. I need to strum my clit so I can explode. Frustration begins to fill me at the overwhelming sensations overflowing inside of me. I stop thrusting and reach back, grabbing two of the throw pillows off the top of the bed and placing them at my lower back, using them to hold me up, so I can use my other hand to rub at my clit. “Let me hear you beg,pretty girl, or I won’t allow you to finish.”Oh fuck.

“Please... Sir... oh... my... god. So close, I’m so close!” I pick up speed with my fingers circling my clit, and my other hand uses the toy to thrust in and out of my pussy. “Look at how wet you are, dirty girl. You’re dripping down your crack. What agood girlyou are for me.“ I can barely hold my head up. The orgasm is racing through me, so close I can taste it. “Please, Sir!” I choke on the words, as my core clenches hard down on the thick toy. “Come for me, pretty girl,” he orders, and I release my hold on reality and explode. A scream rips from my lips, and my whole body trembles, as wave after wave explodes, causing my very breath to falter.

When I can finally catch my breath, and my heart isn’t threatening to burst out of my chest, I release my hold on the toy and pull it out. I can feel the cold, wet spot below me, and embarrassment soars through me. I’ve only orgasmed that hard once before in my life, and that was a day I don’t care to ever remember. The past is best left right where it belongs, long gone and forgotten, where it can’t continue to hurt me. My glance meets the camera, my lips tipping up with shyness. “You’re perfect, pretty girl.” His words soothe me, in a way that no stranger ever has been able to do. A pang of loneliness hits me, knowing that none of this is real, that we are two strangers who just shared an intimate moment, and right after the camera feed shuts off, he’ll go right back to his life, possibly a wife who loves him, and I’ll go back to my lonely existence, and it will be as if none of this ever happened.

I will still be the girl too afraid to let anyone in, running for her life, and hiding without any family or friends, and he’ll be a stranger who shared an hour with a girl, who trades sex for money on the internet. “Thank you for sharing this hour with me, Sir. I enjoyed our time together. I hope we can do it again soon.” I blow him a kiss and cut the feed, falling back on the bed and allowing the first of many tears to fall. This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. This isn’t what I dreamed of, when I wanted my freedom from my world. How did my life get so messed up?

Chapter six

Aiden

Ipace restlessly back and forth across the cracked asphalt, inside the rundown amusement park, taking in how decrepit and horrifying it has become. My eyes go instantly to the old Ferris wheel, where, once upon a time, I had my very first kiss with a mafia princess. It was one of the best days of my miserable existence.

Long ago, when I was a child, Tadhg, Nicolo, Milano, little Phoebe, and I used to run around this place, screaming and laughing, eating way too much junk food, and barfing it out after we went on all the rides. That was back when we didn’t realize there was a difference between us, and there was a muted peace in our lives. We didn’t know that one day, we would grow up and become divided by our names, loyalties, and family allegiances, and one of us would be used as a pawn to barter with. All too soon, that day came, and best friends instantly became enemies, ready at a moment’s notice to end each other’s lives, all the years of camaraderie washed away as if the tide had taken it out, and only left muted memories of who we had once been behind. While Tadhgand Milano reverted to their roles as heirs of their mafia families, and became rivals, choosing to allow their fathers to dictate how the future would be run, Nicolo and I refused. Well, at least privately, that is. I could no more give up my best friend than I could the girl I had been in love with all my life. She, too, became a forbidden fruit, forever on a branch high out of my unworthy reach.

I drag my hands down my face, trying desperately to lift the exhaustion off of me. It feels like I haven’t slept in years. My six-foot-three muscled frame feels heavy and lethargic, even though my heart is racing in my chest at the possibility of locating Phoebe safely. I refuse to think about what I saw in that link, knowing that it will bring me to my knees with rage and sadness. Even in my exhausted state, my senses never seem to desert me, and that’s why I hear this punk trying to creep up on me. Before he can get any closer, I have my gun in my hand, cocked, and pointed right at his face as I whip around. “Nice try, asshole, but you have elephant feet. I heard you the minute you entered the fucking park.” I stare into my best friend’s blue eyes, and take in the strain across his features. Nicolo‘pretty boy’Amato has always been a good-looking fucker, with his runway model looks, all that dark blond, thick hair, and startling blue eyes that right now are filled with tempest storms, turning them almost charcoal. Girls in our private school used to say he looked like a young Brad Pitt, which he hated ’cause he thought he was better looking. His stubborn, chiseled, square jaw is tilted my way in defiance, and his lips are rocking an irritated scowl. I guess he’s not enjoying my comparison to the largest living land animal. “Fuck you. I’m silent like a damn leopard. They’re silent killers, and you just have massive ears, cunt.”

“Sure, you are, buddy, but leopards don’t spend all their time looking at their reflection in the mirror, or brow-beating everyone with their arrogance.” He looks like dog shit in his high-priced black, three-piece Italian suit, with the open collar showing off his gold crucifix, and fancy shoes that probably cost more than the lease on my one-bedroom downtown condo. Like he’s drinking too much, and back to snorting shit up his nose.Jesus fucking Christ, is Milano not watching out for him?God knows someone has to, or this reckless fool is likely to kill himself. “You look like shit, Nico.” I lower my gun as he gives me a deprecating look, and I glance behind him to ensure he hasn’t been followed by one of his father’s soldiers, before sliding it back into the waistband of my jeans. “Give me a little credit, Aiden. I know how to lose a tail when I want to, which is more than I can say for that fucker, Tadhg.” He takes a couple of steps closer, and I see the lines that are bracketing his mouth, that shouldn’t be there yet, since he’s not fucking old enough for that shit. “Does your fearless leader even realize that my father and brother have eyes on him, and that most of the whores he’s sleeping with are taking Amato cash, to keep him too dick drunk to notice his Irish empire crumbling all around him?”

I reach up and rub my throbbing left eye, feeling another migraine coming on. Lately, every time I see this asshole, he causes my head to hurt more than it already does. “I know, even if he doesn’t, Nico. Your dad and brother aren’t as slick as they think they are. You should be worried about who I have sucking their dicks.” The corner of his lips tip up, in the hint of a smile that I haven’t seen for far too long. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from badgering him about drinking too much, and using coke as a coping method. It would be useless even to bother. Nicolo stopped listening to me the minute his marriage to Phoebe was announced, and I tried to plead with him not to go through with it. A cocky look crosses his face, and I grit my teeth, knowing the ass is about to try my limited patience. “Did you watch one of her shows, Nico?” I was so tempted to watch the videos she had posted on her channel after I paid my subscription, but Iknew that I had to get here, to try to stop him from going after her in a blind Neanderthal rage.

He quirks a perfectly manicured eyebrow at my question, and it instantly pisses me off. “Did you?We both know how long you’ve wanted to see Phebes naked,“ he retorts with venom.Fuck, if he only knew what I’d had the privilege to see.Thank fuck he doesn’t, or my body would probably be in some swamp in Florida right now. “No, I came straight here when you messaged me. How did you find that, Nico?” I’ve been going back and forth in my mind about how he would have just discovered that link. It looks like it’s hosted on a private server, not one of the larger porn sites that he might have been cruising for spank material. I checked a few of them, and none of her videos are on them. There’s no mention of a‘Ladypoison’outside ofBehind the Lens, thank fuck.

“It seems someone besides us wants me to find her. It was sent to me by an anonymous person via text message. You do still want me to find my wife, don’t you, Aiden?” He cocks his head at me and bares his teeth, like a wolf warning me away from his dinner. My hands fist at my sides, with the need to wipe that look off of his smug face, with violence and bloodshed. I both want him to find her, and at the same time, I hope he never does. That way, I never have to face the reality of seeing her at his beck and call, and round with his babies in her belly. “Of course I fucking do, Nico. Why the fuck wouldn’t I want to end this war between our families, and see Phebes safe?” I don’t bother reminding him that she never made it to being his wife, because in his head, it doesn’t matter. I’m pretty sure he’s not buying what I’m selling, but at this point, he can go fuck himself. He’s the reason she fucking ran away, and as sins go, I’m going to say his are heftier than mine where Phoebe is concerned. “Give me the number so I can have it traced, Nico.” I pull out my cell, ready for him to provide me with what I need, so I can track down where Phoebe is hiding, and figure out who found her, and whose side they are on. All of this is suspicious and too coincidental, considering the plans I am making to knock his father’s empire down a peg or two.

“No need. I’ve already tried, and my guy has come up with nothing. Whoever they are, they know how to stay hidden in the shadows.” He won’t meet my eyes, and that’s very telling; he’s holding information back from me. “I watched her, you know,twice,actually. Once acting like a dirty whore on a live stream for a bunch of assholes on the internet, and then I paid for a private live chat with just the two of us. She definitely enjoys playing the naughty slut. She follows directions like a well-trainedbitch. I’m going to enjoy shackling her to my bed, and fucking all her gaping holes, when I finally get my hands on her. I may even allow her to keep breathing when I’m finally done with her.“ I don’t think, my fist just flies toward his face and connects with his jaw, in a hard crack that has my hand vibrating, and him taking a forced step back from the impact. I’m seeing everything through a haze of red, as images of what he plans to do to my girl race through my mind unbidden. “Over my dead fucking body, Nicolo. You’re not going to fucking abuse her, just ’cause you’re butt sore she left you. You brought that shit upon yourself by acting like a stupid twat, and trying to prove you were some hot-shot mafioso.”

Nicolo Amato, furious, is a grand sight to behold; his eyes shine with a maniacal light as he raises his hand to his jaw, and moves it back and forth, checking if I cracked it. I can see the fine tremble running through his body, as he endeavors to contain his rage, and the need to strike me back. I wonder if our history is running through his mind right now, and he’s replaying every time I put him on his ass over the years when he tried to fight me. He knows he’s no match for me in a fistfight. I outweigh him by fifty pounds, and have four inches on him, not to mention I lift weights and box regularly. Not that he’s not fit; the fucker is, and is trained in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, plus he’s a dirty fighter. I wouldn’t ever put it past Nicolo to go for my family jewels, if he thinks there’s no other way to win.

“That was your one shot, Aiden. The next time you strike me, I am going to forget our years of friendship, and end your life.” He straightens his frame, shrugging off the hit that is already blooming red on his jaw. “What I do with mywifeis none of your concern. It never was and never will be. She belongs to me.”

I invade his space and chest-bump him, forcing him to have to look up at me, as his eyes burn into mine. “That’s the thing, asshole. She’s not your wife. You didn’t manage to tie her down long enough to accomplish your goal, and the first chance she got, she ran, leaving her family, friends, and whole world behind to escape you.” I hiss through my clenched teeth as I bump him again, and watch as his nostrils flare with wrath. “How does it feel to know you had the woman of your dreams in the palm of your hands, and she chose exile and death rather than marry you?” I’m prepared for his punch to my face, but I’m not ready for the knee to my groin, that has me buckling in half, trying to catch my breath. “Fucking cunt,” I wheeze, as I attempt not to regurgitate my lunch.

“FUCK!” He stomps like a petulant child in front of me, and I debate whether I can take him to the ground right now, and smash his head into the dirty asphalt. “This is getting us nowhere! I didn’t have to text you, Aiden. I could have gone to find her all on my own, and dragged her back, kicking and screaming, if needed.”

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