Page 13 of The Last Call
“Yes, Nonna. I’m seeing someone.” That confirmation almost breaks my ear drum from her squeal. I wait her out, only jumping in when she slows for air. “I’ll be bringing her tomorrow. Tell Paolo you’re having visitors and prepare for a long stay. We’ll be there in the morning.”
At least for one of us. I’ll keep Sydney there for as long as it takes to break her. Well, break might be too strong of a word. I enjoy our brawls too much for her to give up completely. Maybe bend or bow will be enough.
Still rattling on, my grandmother doesn’t get the opportunity to say goodbye as I click off. I feel bad but don’t have time for an interrogation about who Syd is and what she likes. Nonna will find out soon enough when she meets her. Besides, she’ll forgive me once I get there. Or probably more likely berate and then ignore me once she gets a hold of my angel. Which is as it should be.
I toss the phone on the counter while I step down to the white cedar, enjoying the distinctive woodsy aroma that grows stronger as the steaming water pounds the boards. Still grinning like a dumbass while I lather up. She’s going to love Syd as much as I do. I lay out the next steps of my plan to keep my hungry cock in check. Or at least try to. He likes the thought of her naked and wet and backed up against the tile at my mercy too. With nowhere to run or hide. She probably fucks as hard as she fights. Just like me.
That’ll be the reward for a war won. But we’re not quite there yet. I have to destroy this motherfucker first. More ruthless and barbaric than Sydney probably realizes or she wouldn’t be fucking him. I mean her little business plan listing out her three rules is adorable yet eye-opening to her naïveté. More innocent than I thought. Not as tough as she thinks she is. Unaware this bastard slaughters his own people—women and children not spared—in his conquests. With Sydney being another casualty once he tires of her.
That thought fires up my ass all over again. I haven’t been this angry since I rifled through her files that Kenneth retrieved. Of which I was going to reward him well for his quick work to access her laptop and everything she stores on the cloud until he fucked up missing her call and letting her get away from me. A reminder to have Phillip take care of him too. No one endangers my angel without consequences.
Which brings me back to my current mission. My only mission. Stop her from fucking him and get her ass back where it belongs. With me.
Iattempt to shift without really moving to try and relieve the cramp in my leg. I’ve been in this kneeling position for thirty minutes with my palms outstretched and my head bowed. Creating a curtain of mystery with my long hair brushing my knees. Perfect submission for the dictator. If I move, he’ll punish me.
Well, not really. Neither I nor Mack would allow that.
It’s the threat Sergei makes. All part of the game he pays for. Likes to fancy himself a real dom. But he’s so eager for me, that any chance of bondage or playing with toys only lasts a few minutes before he’s ready to sink inside me. Lucky for him, I’ve perfected the art of gliding on lube with the condom without him ever knowing. So he thinks I’m wet, ready, and anxious for him too. Although I’m none of those things for him. For anyone. Including Julius. Especially Julius.
Damn it. Why is he in my thoughts when I should be concentrating on Sergei? l can’t believe I’ve let Julius get to me again. Interfere with another client. Jeopardize my job. Ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to build. Fury that I tried to tap down on the flight here swells again, and I shake my head.
“Ah my pet. Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you disobeyed me?”
So lost in my thoughts I didn’t hear him enter the bedroom. His bare feet fill my view between the strands, and his finger slides under my chin, lifting my face to meet his. “I’m sorry master. I heard you come in and only moved in excitement to see you.”
Lust flames in his eyes. He thinks I’m serious. Chubby hands curl around my biceps, and he jerks me to my feet. Dry lips smashing into mine. I open, letting him awkwardly sweep inside. Too erratic and quick. But I moan in approval anyway. He grinds his small cock into my belly and walks us backward to the bed.
“Remind yourself of your safe word. Just in case.”
Not that there is any need. He could never hurt me. His abilities can’t go that far. “Root beer.”
The safe word is really for Mack. I’ve only had to use it once. I’m up for rough play. A bit of hair pulling and ass spanking is fine. A hard slap across the face isn’t. Mack’s surprisingly nimble for a man his size. Beat that asshole unconscious until I was finally able to break through the rage engulfing him. Way more punishment than necessary but still spread the word within our world that mistreatment will not be tolerated or survivable.
“Very good.” His thumb grazes my nipple. Hard from the cool air rather than his touch. Thank goodness for turbo air conditioning readily available to overcome the humidity of this tropical retreat. “Are you ready for me pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You know every time my subjects call me that I think of your sweet pussy.”
I’m actually impressed. That’s the only time he’s ever said anything even remotely sexy to me. I reward him with a huge, eager smile. Feigning my adoration and excitement as he slips the silk ribbon around my eyes. Clutching his hairy thighs with a ferocity that suggests I worry he’ll disappear while he ties the ends snug behind my head. “How can I make you happy master?”
“You know what I like.”
Of course I do. The same as last time. The same as the first time. The same as always. Nothing different since I’ve been with him. I have to fight my bored sigh. His game and desire never change. A lavish blow job on his miniscule dick. Where I pretend to gag a few times. Pretend that his size is more than I can take. More than any woman can possibly handle.
Although guilt bubbles up as quick as his come will after I take him in my mouth. Deep down I’m going to get him off like this so I don’t have to actually fuck him. Because I can’t stop wondering what it would it be like to fuck Julius.
“Pet?”
Impatience tinges his tone. I can’t wait much longer. I have to stop stalling and pleasure him like I’m supposed to. Like he’s paying me. Like I should want to.
But I don’t want to. Not anymore. Not ever again.
I don’t know what to do.
Muffled yet brusque voices sound from the other side of the door. We’ve never been interrupted. Not once. His guards always obeying strict orders that he mustn’t be disturbed. His fingers fumble in frustration, and the black scarf drifts down to my lap.
He glances behind him. Confusion lining his face too. Then darkening to fury for his men arguing and interfering with our time together. I flinch from his harsh grip on my wrist when I grab for the sheet. Desperate to cover myself in anticipation of his departure.
