Page 12 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Iwait out in the hall for Jones and when he turns the corner, I swing, punching him right in his Adam’s apple. Jones clutches his throat and coughs, dropping to his knees. His eyes bulge as he tries to swallow, breathe and retaliate at the same time. I kick him hard in the shoulder with my heel and he falls back to the floor. I drop my foot on top of the hand that’s protecting his throat. I apply pressure, shifting all my weight to that foot. Jones reaches out for his gun and I laugh. “Shoot me if you dare, Jones. It’ll make for an even more eventful night.” I smirk.
He abandons thoughts of his gun as he taps his hand at my ankle in a sign of surrender. I make it worse for a second adding even more weight and then I let up. When I take my foot off, Jones scrambles to the nearest wall and slowly gets up while trying not to cough. I never exert power over my men, but when you step out of line, I’ll put you back in that place as my only warning. “Boss,” he croaks.
I step up to him naked as the day I was born and glare down at him. He averts his eyes, looking away. “The next time you so much as flinch at my command to not touch my toys, I’ll break your dainty little neck slowly. You ever wonder how someone can choke on their own blood, but it takes hours for them to, actually, die?” I eye Jones up and down. “Well, fuck with me and find out. Switch with Bobby, he’s your command now. Get the fuck out of my face, Jones.”
Jones’s face is full of fury as if the thought of killing me crosses his mind. I smirk because I’d like to see him try. I cock my brow as a challenge. My mother always tells me that my brows are so expressive I don’t have to say a word. They’ll tell people what I’m saying. Jones shifts his face to neutral and walks away still clutching his throat.
I walk away but then I change my mind and go back to King’s room. I open the door and she sits up, clutching the sheets. I stare at her and she stares at me. She’s been here all of a day and a half, yet she can’t obey the simple rule of not looking me in my eyes. “Go wash your face and come with me.” I say.
“Yes, sir.” She answers.
King gets up off the bed and holds tight to the sheets. “Leave the sheets.” She doesn’t hesitate as she drops the sheets. I watch her body as she moves into the bathroom. I tilt my head as she disappears in there, but something is calling me towards her, so I follow. I crack the bathroom door open; she’s bent over washing her face and humming. What an odd thing to do. I watch her, not able to look anywhere else. She acts weird and I need to know why. She obeys me and disobeys me all in one breath. Why?
When she opens her eyes, and they connect with mine, she gasps. Her overly expressive face is beautiful. Her big down-turned brown eyes make it look like she’s sad even when she’s surprised. I clear my throat. “Let’s go.” Is all I give her and walk out the room.
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I study the softness of each of King’s steps behind me. This is how I can tell who is who, even if I’m not looking. I study the pattern; the way their feet hit the floor or the ground depending on location. With King, she’s taught to be quiet but aware that she’s there. Hiding, but not hiding. It’s intriguing really, but I don’t have to ask what really happened in her life. Probably the typical stuff. Mother was a whore and father was a man in power with another family. Why else would he give his daughter away to his brother? A dirty motherfucker who sells women much more expensive than they’re worth.
If I’m going to pay to fuck someone then her pussy better not be worn out by the many, many years she’d been doing this. I shouldn’t look into her eyes and see that the years spent there made her into a human sex doll with no emotion. They can’t even fake the orgasms anymore. It’s just them laying down and taking dick. I’m not a fucking rapist, so that shit was a no for me when Tatyana wanted an open relationship.
I stop, realizing that I’ve ventured outside to the pool area. Sometimes, when my mind wanders, I end up finding myself near the infinity pool. The clear water calms me. Without thinking, I jump in the pool. I swim back and forth doing laps like I used to when I was on the swim team. Finally, after my arms grow tired, I come back up for air. I notice that King has backed up near the entryway to go back inside. “Get in.” I command her.
Her eyes grow wide. She shakes her head, then looks back down at her feet. Oh now, she doesn’t want to look at me. “I can’t, sir. I can’t swim.”
I smirk. “Yeah? Get in, Kingsley, I won’t ask you again.”
Just then,Poutine,my Alaskan Malamute makes his appearance. I was wondering when this big shit would come around. He comes from the corner of the house which means Bobby just brought him back home. King shrieks as if she’s going to be eaten alive. I turn to look at her and she runs full speed like a track star towards me and jumps in the pool. My eyes widen as I take in the true nature of a drowning but very much flopping like a fish-scared-out-of-her-mind King. She scrambles trying not to drown; she makes it to the surface, screams, then gurgles the water back down as she drowns. I snicker, shaking my head as I make my way towards her. I lift her up, holding her up, but this is the momentPoutinejumps in the pool. King doesn’t notice me but notices the damn dog. She wraps her body around me, climbing me. It’s great to have her pussy in my face, but not like this.
“Kingsley!” I scream her name out, but she’s too focused on the dog who isn’t even coming near her but is swimming instead. “Stop it! What the fuck!” I bark out, but she doesn’t register my voice. I growl, irritated as fuck. I bite her pussy lips and she yelps. This causes her to focus but fuck her body reacts so well to me I can smell her with as close as she is. I bury my nose in her pussy and sniff just like my dog-child,Poutinewould sniff something. I inhale, her scent is intoxicating as fuck and she’s not even that wet. Her legs still have me in a headlock, but I don’t mind. I stick my tongue out and taste her;just a little. I groan shutting my eyes as King arches her back bringing her pussy even closer.
I will not fuck her again. I can’t. I won’t taste her again either… well, maybe just one more taste. I nip at her clit, tease it with my teeth and my tongue. Then I suck it into my mouth forgetting what the fuck I even said to myself, but when I hear King moan, I force myself to stop. I grip her hips, digging my fingers into her skin, good enough to break skin. She loosens her legs and I move her down my body. I stare at her tits for good measure. When I feel like it, I’ll taste them too. I look at King, so this is what a turned-on Kingsley looks like. I smirk as I lean in and nip at her bottom lip. It’s plump and made to suck on. I let her lips go instead. This isn’t the time nor the place for this bullshit. I crack my neck and while she has her entire body wrapped around me; I swim backwards towards the patio. I get us out of the pool and King is still wrapped around me like a fucking fly tangled in a spider’s web. “Not going to get off?” I ask.
King realizes what’s going on and she slowly untangles herself. I hold her and bend my body so that her feet can touch the ground. When this happens, she looks away towardsPoutinewho is shaking the water out of his fur. “He’s not a wolf?” She breathes.
“This isPoutine.Poutinemeet Kingsley. Let’s go,Poutine.” I call out to him as I walk away, leaving King there.Poutinefollows my command. I hear his wet paws as they come up next to me. “You too, Kingsley.” I say as I get back into the house and turn the corner, I hear her small feet running towards me. I smile, shaking my head.Does she fear dogs or wolves? Or maybe she’s just scared ofPoutine?This makes me chuckle lowly. What an odd thing.
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