Page 45 of Bad Blood
Her face pales and she reaches for her throat. Clutching her hands around it, her body convulses. The men behind her stand reaching for their guns. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I nod toward the window at the front of the shop where Gabriel and two of my father’s men stand.
They sit back down, and I casually wipe my mouth with my napkin. I glance around and everyone else is too busy chatting and taking orders to notice us. I stand from my chair and push it in. “Goodbye, Mother. I’m really glad we got to do this one last time.”
The smile remains on my face even after I walk out the door. As I glance back, I watch my mother’s lifeless body fall to the floor and people run her way in a panic. I slip into my car and drive off with no intention of ever coming back this way again. Gabriel drives closely behind me. I don’t stop until I pull up in front of an empty, abandoned building. Rocks smash under my feet as I walk toward the front entrance, not looking back. It grows darker the further I walk inside. The air is still and smells of mildew and old building.
I tread lightly down the hallway, entering another room that appears to have been an office at one point. I peer out the window of the empty room, ignoring the graffiti covering the walls. I close my eyes and smile when I hear footsteps approaching behind me. Boots scrape against the floor. He is quiet when he wants to be but this time he wants to make sure I hear him coming. It’s part of the thrill. Goosebumps spread along my skin when his warm breath touches the back of my neck. His hands shove me against the window and my face presses against the glass. My pants are tugged roughly down my hips, so hard the front button pops. I yank off my shirt and let it fall near my feet. My breathing grows heavy, fogging up the glass. In an attempt to grip it, I slide my hands down the glass, creating long streaks with my fingers.
“Ready to sing for me,mi juguete?”
I nod against the glass. “Yes, please,Maestro. Only you can help me forget about today.”
“Hands above your head.” I do as he says. His words send a rush of heat in my belly. I was ready to feel that heat in other places. Rough rope ties around my wrists. The tighter it presses against my wrists, the harder my dick becomes. He connects the other piece of thick rope, attaching it to a hook on the ceiling that wasn’t there last time we were in the building. He shoves me hard against the window and my tip leaks against the glass. “So fucking sexy. Completely at my mercy.” I shudder when he runs his palms down my naked back. His fingers tease my crack and slip between my cheeks. He kicks my legs apart, putting almost too much space between my ankles. “Keep them apart.”
His fingers trace my inner thighs and they quiver from each touch. His fingers press against my hole, forcing a whine from my lips. “I’ve been thinking about being here all day. Do you want my cock,mi juguete? It always does make you sing the prettiest songs.”
“Mmph” is all I can manage. He laughs. “Soon. I need to kiss you first.”
I attempt to spin my head around and he presses it back against the window. “Not there, little prince.” He presses harder against my hole. “Here.”
He drops between my legs, burying his face between my cheeks. His tongue dives in, quick and desperate. He was sucking and biting like a starved man and had me whimpering, desperately wanting more. I push my ass back into his face and my knees nearly give out. The only thing holding me up is the rope I'm tied to. It pulls roughly against my wrists, the burn sending me closer to the edge. His hand moves to my cock, slipping something cover it. When I look down, a slap comes to the right cheek of my ass. “Eyes straight ahead,mi juguete.”
The glass is too foggy for me to see our reflection. I think next I will beg him to fuck me in a room full of mirrors. I would love to watch him driving into me with his large cock pumping in and out. His tongue short circuits my brain, making every coherent thought fade away. He pulls my cheeks further apart, fucking into me deeper, hitting each nerve ending. My body shakes and my dick wants to erupt but no orgasm ever comes. It’s taken from me every time I begin to fall into bliss. I realize the asshole put a cock ring on me. His fingers stroke my length slowly and gently and the touch is almost too much. I want to come out of my skin.
His tongue slips out and his fingers push inside me covered in lube. It’s cool and has my ass clenching around his digits. “Oh...Gabriel.”
“Not Gabriel, not right now.”
I moan louder when he adds a second finger. “Oh,Maestro.No one can play me the way you can.”
“No, and no one ever will even try because you are mine.”
“Yours.”
He replaces his fingers with his cock. He doesn’t take his time and doesn’t need to with all the extra prepping. His cock slips right in, slipping easily past my sphincter. “Oh, fuck.”
He plunges hard and deep and my feet slip from the floor and I am hanging from the rope. He lifts my legs, holding them against his thighs. I bend my knees, pushing myself further back. He moves in hard, thrusting his hips against my ass, making loud slapping sounds. Sweat drips down and I whine in frustration as my cock continues to leak and my balls swell. “Please,Maestro.”
“Please what,mi juguete?”
“Need to come.”
“Not until I’m done using you.”
He moves in and out of me, chasing his own pleasure. His cum fills my ass and he pulls out to cover my ass in his seed. It comes out in warm spurts against my skin. He reaches around me, slipping off the ring and tossing it on the floor. I cry out when he shoves his cock back into me. My cock aches and when I come it’s the sweetest pain mixed with pleasure. I’m weightless and floating. My body loses itself in ecstasy. I don’t even remember him pulling me down or untying the rope from my wrists. I only remember the warmth of his arms wrapped around me and his soft caresses. “That’s it, my prince. I got you.”
Things sometimes got messy between us and there were many challenges, but no matter what, he always had me, and I always had him.
He presses kisses to the side of my head and carries me into the car completely naked. A large knitted blanket wraps around me and I cuddle up against the passenger door. “How do you feel, baby?”
“Perfect.”
“That’s because you are, in every single way.”
Yes, our love is unconventional, but it was ours.
