Page 59 of If You Go
I’ll show him. He thinks he is going to get what belongs to me. The mafia, the woman, this city? No. Once Surry is back in her cage, I will make it my main focus to see Brenden and his entire organization dead, or better yet, they will belong to me.
I stand and collect my things, and turn off the lamp that is sitting on my strong, oak desk. My office is styled after a 1950’s office. Wood paneling on the walls that extend to about three quarters up the wall. The rest is painted black up to the ceiling with random, very expensive art pieces hung on three of the walls. I had told my assistant to get me the most expensive antique paintings she could find, so I really couldn’t tell you what they are or what they are worth. Doesn’t affect me, but it does make me look better to the businessmen who visit me here.
The final wall is full glass, looking over all of Seattle’s downtown and The Sound. The Seattle ferris wheel is only two blocks to the south of my window. I turn the light off to my office, and shut the door behind me, locking it before stepping away.
Once I step outside, I look at my assistant.“What’s yer name, then?” I ask, letting the question drag just enough to sound like a warning wrapped in curiosity. There’s no point in pretending I give a shit about her name, but it’s helpful to know what to call her.
“Callie, sir.”
Wow, I wasn’t even close. Oh well. “Callie, lass, ride home with me. I need ta go over my schedule—an’ a few…importantmatters. I’ll likely be outta the office for the next few days.”
“Yes, sir.” She stands and straightens her red pencil skirt style dress with phenomenal cleavage. She has long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and legs that go on for miles. She will do nicely. I begin my walk to the exit, Callie trailing behind me after quickly shutting off the lights and snagging her laptop and purse.
The clack of her heels follows me out to the garage, where my car and driver are waiting. I stand by the back door, and the driver opens it for me. I let Callie get in first, and I climb in behind her. All my cars are blacked out, bullet proof SUV’s. Which means that there is lots of room in the back. I had this specific SUV renovated to fit my style, my needs. The luxurious interior was fitted with seating around the edges, but with access still to the hatch in the back, allowing me to haul whatever I need still. The black interior always smells new as that is what I require from my driver. There is a minifridge on one side full of champagne, beer, whiskey, and glasses for each. It is especially impressive to business partners when I take them in this vehicle. Nothing screams money like having a top of the line alcohol fridge in your fully renovated car.
Callie slides in and goes to the back, quickly taking her laptop out of her bag and opening it up.
“I’m expectin’ my wife ta join me today—after far too long apart. I’ll be…reconnectin’with her over the next few days, along with takin’ care of some business. Now, what meetings do I have within, let’s say… the next week?”
If she is surprised that I said I have a wife, she doesn’t show it. “You have a meeting with the owner of FerryCorp, Richard Ferry. That is tomorrow at one in the afternoon. I can call his office and reschedule that for you. The next day is a meeting with the Richmond LLC. I don’t have any other details on that meeting noted..”
“Keep the Richmond appointment. I’ll make sure I’m there for that one. It’s about buildin’ me new location—where the new office’ll stand, with a penthouse sittin’ pretty on the top floor.”
Nobody knows this, but the “penthouse” will be a prison essentially. I want to keep Surry close to me and not give her any means of escape. A house is too easy. Top floor of a monitored sky scraper with no escape unless you have a keycard, whichshe will obviously not possess; she is not likely to succeed no matter what help she receives, and there damn sure wont be any chances of stupid bitches walking in to call the cops At least, not without serious damage done.
“Yes, sir, otherwise your schedule is pretty open. I have Warehousewritten on most of the days. I am not sure what that means, other than you told me to put it.”
“Perfect. That’s exactly where we’re headin’ now.”
“Oh, I thought you said we were going to your home. No matter. What else can I do for you sir?”
“That’ll do for schedulin’ today. Tell me, how’re ya likin’ workin’ for me—our little arrangement, hmm?”
“I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity to work for such an esteemed man, such as yourself sir. I am also very happy with our arrangement. Have I been satisfactory for you?”
“Yes, matter of fact,remove yer underwear and get on yer knees.”I say nothing more, she knows what I am requesting.
She seems caught off guard. Maybe by the sudden change in conversation, or maybe my face looks angrier than usual. No matter.
“Uh, okay sir.” She looks nervous, as she should.
“This is part of yer duty as me secretary. Car rides’ll always require this. Would ya like to quit now, or keep workin’ for Kelly Enterprises?” It’s a simple question, really.
“ I will do whatever you ask of me, boss.” She looks compliant now. I won’t need long to ruin that.
“Good, now take off yer underwear, get on yer knees, and face the back of the vehicle. I don’t want to see yer face.”
Her face falls a bit, but she does as I have commanded her. Good, she will make a great addition to my regular whores if she takes my dick well during these random events as she does my regular commands. She has been good about coming to myhome to service me after work, but this is the first time during a workday that I have required her to give her body to me.
“Head t’the warehouse. We’ll wait there for news,” I tell the driver, my voice low and clipped. He nods, turns the key, and the engine rumbles to life as we roll toward the seedy side o’ Seattle, where the city’s shine fades and the rot begins to show.
With the prospect of being able to have my bride back in her cage, I am ready to go for round two, but a soft throat is not what I’m after. I want tears.
I take my dick out and begin to stroke it, but it was already hard so I don’t require much stimulation to be ready to go. I yank her dress up and hear a tearing sound. Callie lets out a small shriek, but I ignore her. Her pretty pink pussy and her tight, apparently bleached, ass hole are ready and waiting for me. I spit on her ass, and then again on my hand to get my dick wet.
I don’t warm her up or give her any warning, I shove my dick into her pussy to help get even more wet. She begins to moan and move with my thrusts, shoving her hips back into my groin, causing me to go deeper. But her pleasure brings me none. Before I can stop it, she lays her face down on the leather seat, her cheek pressed against the cool surface, and reaches behind her until her long fingers with a French tip manicure—pristine white crescents against pale pink—grab ahold of my shirt, bunching the fabric between her knuckles. She starts slamming herself onto me, greedy with need, her spine arching like a bow, hips working in desperate rhythm. For a moment, I let her, taking it as a challenge to thrust into her harder, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the confined space, until she starts orgasming on my dick, her body trembling, inner walls pulsing around me. I nearly lose my erection at this, my desire suddenly cooling like metal plunged into water.
I grab her hands, peeling her manicured fingers free of my silk shirt one by one. Now I will punish her for the audacity of thinking this was about her pleasure. I withdraw my half limp length from her slick, pulsating cunt and, without warning, drive myself to the hilt into her tight ass. Her piercing screams fills the leather interior as she claws desperately at the butter-soft seat in front of her, her body arching away from me like a frightened animal.
