River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations (3 page)

I smiled and waited for his cackles to end, knowing I had his attention. “The moment my pussy is wrapped around your cock, you’ll forget what a dollar sign looks like. The moment your balls pull tight with the need to cum, you’ll have forgotten how to count. And the moment my pussy milks you, taking every last drop, you won’t even know what money is anymore. You will no longer remember the scent of a Benjamin…because the only thing you’ll crave is the scent of me.”

That got his attention. The corners of his mouth curved up as he slowly licked his lips, eyes directed at the covered apex of my thighs.

“Before I consider your ‘barter,’ as you call it, I want you to hike that skirt up…sit on my desk…spread those legs, and make yourself cum with this.” His eyes narrowed into a salacious smirk that grew into a full stomach-churning smile. His yellowed teeth reminded me of urinal slime. My stomach lurched forward.

I sucked in the tiniest of breaths, closing my eyes before grabbing the cigar. In one fell-swoop, I threw the items off his desk in defiance. He laughed. I wanted to fucking scream. Shrugging my skirt up to my thighs, I inched my ass across his desk. Opening my legs wide, I carefully balanced myself on the heels of my pumps.

He snatched a chair and sat between my legs, his pants already tented. He began to unzip, the familiar sound echoing around me and dancing on my frayed nerves.
This is for your brother, Jordana
. I took a deep breath, and on the exhale, pushed in the cigar. My pussy gave way, and for a moment, I was able to pretend it was Stefan’s cock sinking into me.

“Eyes on me, little one.” His voice came out thick and commanding. I had no idea my eyes were closed. And now, I’d be fucked having Scarface as a visual.

The pain of the thick cigar awakened the anger inside and it fed me. As I fed the cigar deep inside my pussy, I began to melt into it. In and out I went, matching his hand strokes. Now, the cigar moistened to new levels. I knew I was close. The mixture of the humiliation, danger, and voyeurism turned me on. Despite my fury, my legs began to shake and the urge to buck hit me hard. I needed more. Faster and deeper I drove, angling the cigar’s abrasive skin against my clit as I pumped. Copper filled my mouth until I released my lip. My cries of ecstasy were no longer silenced as I came not once, but twice all over his desk. He stood, pumping the last of his orgasm across both of my thighs. My mind went into turmoil…the deep sensations were too much. I was livid that I actually got off so hard.

I pushed myself up and off of the desk, straightening my skirt. His pants were still unzipped, and he held his softened cock in his hand. I leaned over and asked, “Deal?”

He smirked as he leaned in for a kiss.

I stopped him with my hand hard on his chest. “No kissing—ever.”

“Fine with me, kitty.” He stood and pushed his cock back into his pants.

“My name’s Jordana, and I’m not your kitty.” I grabbed my bag.

He laughed, smelling the cigar before putting it in his suit jacket. “Oh, Jordana. You’re mine this week. At my beck and call. You will stay at my fuck house. You will not leave until our time has ended, and you will be ready for me at all times. Oh, and you’re not to wash that cunt before seeing me again. One hour. I expect you at this address.”

I take the offered paper and suppress an internal groan.

“Oh, and
kitty
…the Giannottis own the entire condo. If your game is to do more than be my fuck for the week, I highly suggest you think again,” he threatened.

I rolled my eyes, but not before red shamed my face. The door slammed behind me, and I could hear his repulsive laugh all the way down the steps.

CHAPTER FOUR

When, it feels scary to jump…that’s when you jump. Otherwise, you stay in the same spot your whole life. And that I can’t do
. ~Jordana

Disappearing for a week. No contact.
My finger hovered over the send button for a solid two minutes before finally pressing it. I knew it would elicit a response from him. My message had been deliberate…purposely leaving out the respect he demands.

Within a minute, the cell buzzed in my hand, alerting me of a new message:
You better have sent that to me by mistake.
The anger in Stefan’s words rang loud through the screen. I knew he wouldn’t have liked my message, but I had my reasons. He’d have a week to stew. A week to let his anger boil. And then when I’d “come back,” he’d release all of his pent up aggressions on me…and I’ll love every fucking second of it.

I didn’t respond to him, debating on what to pack instead. I knew I had to pack something; otherwise, my father would have questions. However, I wouldn’t need clothes where I planned to go. Scarface wouldn’t allow me them. He never said it, but I knew better. Naked. All the time. Waiting. I wasn’t new to this game.

Randomly throwing clothes into the bag, not giving a shit what I grabbed, my phone sounds again.
Jordana. I’m busy right now and don’t have time for your games. I expect a response.

Hmmm…I hadn’t imagined his anger would spike that fast.

Have to leave for a week. Protection. Won’t be able to communicate.
Again…I took my chances with my response. My hands shook, waiting for a response.

And then my phone rang in my hand. He didn’t waste any time.

“Jordana,” he gritted out through the phone before I could even properly answer.

“Sir.”

He sighed through the phone and I felt it throughout my entire body before it swarmed my tight bundle of nerves between my legs. I swear, it was as though his breath landed on that spot. “That’s better,” he finally said. “Now, where are you going and why?”

“My family’s safe house.” The answer reluctantly came out. I didn’t like to lie to Stefan, but I knew I had to. “Daddy wants me there until this mess with Matty is sorted out.”

“Not necessary. Nothing will happen to you, regardless of your brother’s poor monetary decisions.”

That surprised me. I knew how he felt about me in bed…or on a cross or the table…but it’s always been unclear of his intentions with me outside of our time together. Hearing of his own personal protection sent another emotion coursing through me. Although, that emotion was foreign and unclear.

“Sir, it’s what my father has asked of me. And I must do it. I hope you can respect the need to obey my family.” I wanted to press him, to taunt him, but I couldn’t find it within me to do so.

“And what are your plans if your family can’t make this right?”

“That’s not an option. We will.” Or more importantly…
I
will.

“One week. And you’ll be back whether the debt is paid or not.” It was not a question.

My screen flashed in front of me. He had ended the call.

One week. That’s all it would be, and then I would be back with my Master. My Sir. My Dom. Stefan. That’s all I had to focus on to get me through this. I could do it, I knew I could. And then I’d have the satisfaction of doing what no man could. I’d clear my brother’s debt without paying a single penny, and without bloodshed. Well, I’m sure some blood would be shed…in the most delicious way possible.

A knock sounded at my door, pulling me from my thoughts. I cleared the devious smile from my face and answered, “Come in.”

The door opened and in walked my father. The man I always remembered being large, strong, powerful with his dark hair slicked back and squared posture, had begun to show signs of his aging. Of his wear and tear. Of the years in the life we lived. His shoulders hunched forward slightly, showing his fear, and his eyes that were always so hard and stern were soft and worried. Lines stretched out on his caramel-colored face, indicating that his age had not stopped, but continued to move forward with the rest of us. This had been the first time I really noticed that my father was not invincible. My sacrifice was not only for my brother, but for my father as well.

“What is it, Daddy?” I asked, sounding sincere and innocent-like, exactly how he viewed me.

“I was just checking on you. Seeing if there was anything you needed before leaving. And to say goodbye. I didn’t want you to leave without saying goodbye.”

I zipped up my bag and walked to him. With a kiss on his cheek, I said, “No, Daddy, I wouldn’t leave without saying bye.” I squeezed my arms around his thick neck and then pulled away, looking him right in the eye—eyes that mirrored mine. “It’s only for a week. And I’ll be fine. Nothing will happen to me at the shore house. And don’t worry too much about Matty. He’ll be fine as well. I feel confident that his debt will be paid. Just keep him out of trouble and we’ll be fine.”

His lips pressed together in a tight line as he attempted to force a smile. “The driver is out front waiting for you. I don’t want your car there. I don’t want anyone knowing where you’re at. He’ll drop you off and then you’ll lock yourself inside until further notice from me.”

More demands by more men. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was tired of hearing the men in my life tell me what I had to do, but it would make my victory that much sweeter. I smiled and nodded, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before grabbing my bag and heading out.

This was it.

This was the interlude into my greatest act yet.

I climbed into the waiting car and sat back, preparing myself for what would come next. Steeling myself for the sacrifices I’d make. And before I knew it, a smile had stretched long and wide on my face.

“We’re here, ma’am. Would you like help inside?” the driver asked as we pulled up to the shore house—my “safe haven” for the next week.

“No, that’s quite all right. I only have the one bag.” I stepped out from the car, watched the man close the door and climb back in behind the steering wheel. I knew he’d wait until I was safely inside, so I opened the door and watched through the window until he was gone.

As soon as his taillights were no longer visible, I walked back out the door and locked it behind me. Pulling my phone from my purse, I called the cab company and waited for their arrival, blood pumping in my ears the entire time.

But nothing compared to the feeling of my heart ricocheting off my ribcage as the cab pulled into River Walk—a thriving city within a city on the banks of the San Antonia River. My jaw dropped in awe at the knowledge of the Giannottis owning an entire condo, right on the fucking river. We drove into the underground garage of the condominium and my breath caught in my chest. Scarface had said “fuck house.” This was a fuck palace. And the knowledge that I’d be his fuck Cinderella had my body zinging with an excitement tainted with fear.

You see…Cinderella might have been the maid, but she outsmarted everyone in the entire story. You think that bitch accidentally left her glass slipper behind? No. It had been a methodical move. A move that ended with the prince on his knees, between her pulled up dress, to “see if the shoe fit.” Next thing you know…Cinderella is queen and ruling the land.

I hopped out of the cab and entered the elevator, a sadistic smile playing on my painted lips.

Yes…I was Cinder-fucking-ella.

CHAPTER FIVE

The condo building was eleven floors high, with exactly as many units. Each floor was a single residence, some 3,700 square-feet in size. Scarface must have been quite frugal all these years, squirreling away his illegal earnings, and pouring the money into his three hundred-sixty degree view of River Walk. The elevator itself didn’t move, even after I’d pressed the seventh-floor button. Instead, it simply blinked. Then that eerily familiar voice came over the intercom.

“Ah, I see it’s you,” Scarface chimed, his voice oozing with arrogance. “You’re late, bitch.”

Evidently, the elevator had a camera. He must have pressed something on his end, as the elevator finally began to move. When the doors opened, we were in the front entranceway of his condo. It was an open concept, and to my surprise, quite tastefully decorated. Scarface approached me from the left, but I’d been too busy glancing around to give him notice.

I had a compliment on the tip of my tongue over the décor when my knees buckled. I felt a pain unlike anything I’d ever felt before radiate through my entire body, paralyzing every fried nerve. My eyes rolled back in my head and I almost swallowed my tongue.
Was I shot?
I felt like I’d been electrocuted. Time stood still. I couldn’t move while his evil face hovered over me. He bent down to do something with my arms, but I couldn’t feel them. Only when my limbs stopped shaking, did I realize they had been moving. My wits started to return, and then I realized what he’d done to me.

Oh fuck!
The asshole had tazered me.

He handcuffed my arms behind my lower back while kneeling on my ass.

I don’t know how, but I had recovered enough to speak. “Wh-why did you do that?” I stammered, still confused and in shock. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Oh, just for fucking fun,” he answered. “I love this thing. Watch.”

Another loud zap echoed around the room and another painful shock ran through my body from head to toe. He tazered me again. This time, I must have temporarily passed out. By the time I awoke, he had cut away my top and bra, leaving me bare-chested, but my jeans were still on. I lay frozen on the cold, hard, ceramic tiles, face down, my tits pressed onto the floor. He took hold of my long dark hair, winding it tightly in his grasp, and pulled me. Literally. Along the floor.

I arched my back to keep from tugging against the force, and lift my breasts slightly so most of my weight rested on my stomach. As he dragged me along, I felt my nipples flick against the grout between each tile. Luckily, I slid across the floor with ease.

Until we got to the carpeted living room.

“Here, let me show you around,” he teased.

He didn’t stop dragging me. My stomach and breasts, especially my nipples, now suffered from rug burn, adding to the pain in my scalp. With my wrists cuffed behind my back, I had no way to defend myself, and kicking my legs only made matters worse.

Finally, we stopped. Not because he wanted to show me some mercy, but simply because he became breathless from to the exertion. He flipped me over onto my back. Chancing a glance at my own breasts, I noticed they looked sunburned due to the friction. He kneeled down and took hold of my poor, unprotected nipples.