Held Firm: A Dark Mafia Romance, page 8
“Nick, please, I—”
Before she could finish, he landed a volley of hard slaps, swiftly moving his flattened palm from cheek to cheek.
“I told you what we needed to do, and you flagrantly ignored me. One way or another you’ll learn to do as you’re told,” he said sternly, pausing to reach under her belly to unzip her slacks and yank them down to her knees.
He stared at the black lace, French-cut panties for only a second before grabbing the waistband and tugging them into her crack. Continuing to exact his discipline, he delivered several hard stinging smacks, moving the punishment to her sit spot.
“Stop, please, it hurts!” she wailed, staring at him over her shoulder as she moved her hand back in a vain effort to protect herself.
“You bet your red ass it hurts,” he snapped, continuing to spank her without pause. “Are you going to listen from now on?”
“Yes, yes, I will, I swear.”
“You probably do whatever you want back in Vegas, but it won’t be like that with me. Are we clear?” he demanded, slowing the smacks but delivering them with more force.
“Yes, please, Nick, please, I get it, I do.”
Taking a breath, he studied her punished behind, then placed both hands on her hot fleshy cheeks and squeezed.
“If there’s a next time, it will be twice as long and twice as hard. Understood?”
“Ow, oh, yes, understood. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Don’t move,” he ordered, sliding off the bed, then picked up a pillow and placed it in front of her. “Put your head on that. I’m going down to speak to those workers. When I come back I expect to find you just like you are. Your red ass in the air, and your red face on that white pillow. Take the time to think about who I am and what I expect. If you can’t do things my way, I’ll call in a couple of my men to guard you and operate from another location.”
“No, no, I’m sorry. Please don’t.”
“Like I said, think about it.”
As he started for the door, he heard a mournful moan and a sniffle. He did feel sorry for her, but he needed to maintain total control in their dire circumstances. As he trotted down the stairs, he hoped she’d surrender to her fears and cry. She was wound as tight as a violin string, and for whatever reason, she hadn’t shed a tear since he’d whisked her to safety.
Reaching the door off the kitchen Matteus had used to gain entry, Nick noticed a slide bolt at the top. Relieved he wouldn’t have to find another way to make it secure, he stepped outside and he strode to the street. The cleaning crew had almost reached the end of the road and was near his cottage. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he called Brad.
“Hey, Nick, what’s up?”
“The group cleaning the road, I don’t think they’re for real. Take them out some coffee or something. Get them talking. See if you pick anything up.”
“Will do.”
Ending the call, and annoyed he’d missed the chance to speak with the workers himself, he moved back inside and bolted the door behind him. As he moved through the house and up the stairs, a grim smile crossed his face. His tirade when he’d found the bug would have shocked Matt, and listening to his reaction was sure to be entertaining, but reaching the bedroom, he paused his step.
He’d only been gone a couple of minutes. Not expecting him back so soon, it was possible Bianca had moved to find a more comfortable position, planning to get back on her knees when she heard him return. But peering around the door, he found her as he’d left her.
The erotic sight tempted him.
He’d listen to whatever his equipment had recorded, then he’d ravage her until she was screaming with pleasure into the pillow.
CHAPTER 11
Picking up the chair by the antique desk against the far wall, Nick carried it past Bianca into the closet, but she didn’t speak or move as he walked by. Satisfied she was obeying him, he placed the chair in front of the cabinet, sat down, and pushed in an AirPod. Moments later he was listening to what the equipment had recorded.
There wasn’t much of note until Nick shouted into the tiny microphone Matteus had been hidden beneath the coffee table. When Matt and Tony heard it, Tony accused Matt of incompetence, Matteus became enraged, and for several minutes Nick expected the men to start throwing punches, but abruptly the fight stopped. Listening intently, Nick heard Tony’s angry voice change to one of deep concern. A couple of minutes passed before Matteus announced he was okay, then loudly cursed his angina.
Nick caught his breath.
Matt had a heart condition.
It was startling and significant information.
Fast forwarding through long periods of silence and minor tidbits of conversation, the recording came to an end, and he began listening in real time. He was about to return to Bianca and let the machine continue to eavesdrop, when Matt suddenly began talking about the night of Bianca’s abduction. As Nick listened, his pulse ticked up, and a dark frown crossed his brow. Though the conversation had been brief, it had been unexpected and alarming.
Copying the explosive dialogue to an encrypted file, he deleted it from the recording and leaned back in his chair. Rubbing his hands over his face and pondering what he’d just heard, he slowly rose to his feet and headed out of the closet to see Bianca, but as he stepped into the bedroom he caught his breath.
She was gone.
Quickly dashing into the hall and running to the bedroom where he’d left her bag, he urgently pushed down the door handle, only to discover it was locked.
“Bianca, open this door.”
“No, you’re nothing but a bully. Go away.”
He rolled his eyes at her childish behavior, but he was grateful she hadn’t left the house.
“I’m going to count to three. If you don’t let me in, I’ll pick this lock, but if I have to do that, I’ll be more upset than I am already. I strongly advise you to do as I ask and let me in. One—two—”
“Okay, okay,” she yelled, swinging it open and glaring up at him. “I suppose you’re going to spank me again now.”
“Is that what you think I should do?” he asked, stepping into the room and seeing the suitcase open on the bench at the foot of the bed. “Are you going somewhere, or unpacking?”
“I was just trying to decide that. It’s not like I can call a taxi, but shit, maybe I can. There’s a landline here.”
“And you’d pay for it how?”
Wordlessly turning away, she moved to the window overlooking the beach and slid the drapes apart.
“Nick, did you know I can sail?”
“No,” he replied, humoring her as he walked over to join her.
“I can, and I’m really good. I wish I had a yacht. I’d sail off into the sunset.”
“Is that what you want to do? Disappear?”
Letting out a heavy sigh, she turned to face him. “Maybe.”
“Are you the stereotypical poor little rich girl, Bianca?” he murmured, tracing his finger around her face. “Do you have everything and nothing?”
“Why are you being nice to me? Aren’t you furious that I left the bed?”
“Furious, no, disappointed, yes, but I understand why you did it.”
She frowned.
“You wanted my attention, or rather, more of my attention. It wasn’t enough that I rescued you from those bastards in a raging storm, then took you to safety and came up with a plan to get you out of this mess.”
As her face blushed red, he put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest.
“You want to believe I’m for real, but a part of you doesn’t believe any of this, or me, for that matter, but I can’t keep proving myself. I understand the world you come from, and I—”
“You couldn’t possibly.”
Though she’d muttered the words under her breath, he’d heard them.
“You’re wrong, I do,” he said firmly, gripping a handful of hair and tugging it back. “I know it well. You like Sammy because he’s an outsider. There’s no pretense around him. He is who he is. Right?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Guys like Matteus, a so-called detective leading a double life, they make you sick, and Brian Mancini walks around in polished shoes and Hugo Boss suits, but he’d stab you in the back and steal your money. How am I doing so far?”
She nodded, but didn’t speak.
“I’m real, Bianca,” he said softly. “What you see is what you get. Don’t test me again.”
“Okay,” she breathed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
“No, you’re not sorry, and you don’t have to be. Like I said, I get it, but no more bullshit,” he warned, then tightening his fingers around her hair, he leaned in and kissed her.
As Nick slowly brushed his lips against Bianca’s mouth, her heart skipped, her knees almost buckled, and an indescribable feeling rippled through her body. Suddenly stepping back and yanking the drapes closed, he swept her up, carried her to the bed, and hastily stripped off her clothes. Breathlessly watching him remove his shorts, her eyes fell on his stiffened cock, staying there as he climbed over her and straddled her waist. But only a second passed before he placed his knees between her legs, pushed them apart, then dropped his hands on either side of her head.
Towering over her, he seemed bigger than life, and his eyes narrowed as he stared at her. She thought he was about to speak, but he began nuzzling her neck, sending sparks of tingling pleasure through her limbs. As he began kissing his way down to her breasts, she raised her chest to meet his mouth, and when he hungrily drew in her nipples, one after the other, she let out a long, low moan.
“Are you wet?” he murmured, raising his head. “Yes or no?”
“Yes,” she panted, the surprise question catching her off guard.
“Do you want my cock?”
“You know I do.”
“Yes or no,” he repeated gruffly. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, wriggling beneath him. “I do—so much—more than I can say.”
“When was the last time you had sex?”
“What?”
“Answer me—the truth,” he growled, suddenly lowering his mouth to her ear. “Tell me. How long ago?”
Her forehead crinkled. She didn’t want to answer him, but in a flash he had grabbed her wrists and was jerking them above her head.
“I’m waiting,” he pressed, tightening his grasp.
“Ages,” she managed.
“A year, two, three?”
“Why?”
“Answer me or this ends.”
Closing her eyes, she let out a heavy sigh. “It’s been over two years. I don’t sleep around.”
“Did he wear a condom?”
“Of course. I’ve never had sex without one. Why are you asking me all these—?”
But before she could finish, his lips were crushing hers. As she urgently responded, he released her and raised himself up, slid his hand between their bodies, and shoved a finger into her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grunted, breaking their kiss.
“I want you,” she bleated. “Please, Nick, I want you so much.”
He stared at her for a minute, then moved his hand from her pussy, grabbed his rigid rod, and placed himself at her entrance. Barely able to breathe, she squeezed her eyes shut as he pushed inside her, but he abruptly straightened up, grabbed her ankles, and lifted them in the air. As he stroked with slow, hard thrusts, she let out cry after joyful cry, but as he increased his pace they became one long, loud wail.
“Please don’t stop?” she begged woefully as he abruptly paused and stayed buried inside her. “You feel so good.”
He grinned, then leaned down to suck in her breasts. Swept away by the scintillating sparks firing through every nerve of her being, she closed her eyes and groaned loudly, but they popped open as she found herself being flipped over. She’d barely let out a surprised squeal when she felt his hands grasp her hips and pull her into his pelvis.
“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he warned, plunging back inside her.
He squeezed her tender cheeks, making her yelp, but the sharp pain fed her arousal. Dropping on her elbows and pushing her face into the soft down pillow, she dared to hope she might experience her first orgasm without having to rub her clit.
“You’ll come when I say and not before,” he ordered gruffly, his fingers digging into her skin as he began to pump. “I’m taking you all the way, Bianca. Feel it. Feel me fuck you.”
As his words echoed through her head, he quickened his pace, as though he was demanding she stay focused on his thrusting cock.
“You have a great ass,” he hissed, landing several hot slaps, “and now it’s mine. Got it? This ass,” he repeated, slapping her again, “and your pussy belong to me.”
Goosebumps popped on her skin, and to her great joy she felt the first hint of a looming climax.
“Say it,” he commanded, ramming her as he spoke.
“M-my ass and p-pussy are yours.”
“Damn right they are, and I’ll fuck you how I want, when I want, got it?”
“Ooh, yes, yes.”
“It’s yes, Sir,” he ordered, spanking her again as he pummeled her pussy. “From now on you call me Sir and you’ll do as I say,” he barked gruffly, continuing to slap her crimson behind. “Let me hear it.”
“Yes, S-Sir,” she sputtered, but as the two simple words spilled from her lips, her body grew taut, and she found herself sucking in air.
“Come for me now, right now!”
The orgasm seized her.
Wave after shimmering wave shuddered through her body, and just as she was about to let out a scream, he pushed her head into the pillow. Burying her face, she howled through the convulsions until they stopped as suddenly as they’d begun. Vaguely feeling him slip from her depths, she slumped on her stomach, and a moment later a cloth moved across her lower back. She was still floating in the heavenly bliss when his arms came around her. Melting into him, she let out a long breath.
“How are you?” he asked softly.
“I’m not sure there’s a word for it,” she murmured, slowly opening her eyes. “I think I’ll have to create one. What about you?”
“Me? I’m great, but on a serious note…” he began solemnly.
“No, please, nothing heavy, not right now.”
“It’s not heavy, but there are a few things that must be said,” he began, releasing her and propping himself up on an elbow. “Bianca, I don’t want you here against your will. If you’re unhappy, tell me, don’t throw a hissy fit and lock yourself in a bedroom like a temperamental teenager. It’s not acceptable, and it’s certainly not attractive.”
She winced. His comment had stung as much as his spanking had.
“If you don’t like how I operate, let me know. I won’t abandon you, but I will make other arrangements to protect you. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Nick, we’re clear,” she murmured. “Sorry, and you’re right. I behaved badly.”
“I’m glad you see that.”
“I do. I have a tendency to react before thinking sometimes.”
“I noticed,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Second, don’t try to manipulate me. Ever. It won’t work and it won’t end well. I know you have it in you, and this is fair warning.”
As a hot flush burned across her face, she wondered how he could possibly know her so well, so quickly.
“Last but not least, I’ll say it again. Trust me. If you disagree with what I’m doing you’re welcome to voice your opinion. I’ll listen, but the bottom line remains the same. You must trust me. Those are the rules. Will you follow them?”
“I will, I promise.”
Taking a deep breath and leaning over her, he traced his fingertip around her mouth. “You really are very beautiful,” he murmured solemnly, then sat up and rubbed his hand over his face.
“Nick? Are you okay?”
“I told you, I’m great, but I need to eat. I’m starving.”
“I am too, but I don’t think I can move,” she replied with a long sigh. “By the way, did you listen to Matteus and Tony?”
“I did. Do you want to hear it?”
“Definitely.”
“Rest for a minute. I’m going to put some clothes on and check to see if anything new has been recorded. Join me when you’re ready.”
“I will. I just need five minutes.”
Slipping from the bed and pulling on his trunks, Nick walked back to his room and was about to dress when his phone rang. As he picked it up he saw it was Brad calling, and noticed Cindy had left a voicemail.
“Hi, Brad, what’s the scoop on the worker bees?” he asked, surprised he hadn’t heard the phone ring when Cindy had called.
“I noticed a couple of things,” Brad began. “One guy took his gloves off and he had manicured fingernails, another guy was wearing expensive leather loafers, and his teeth must have cost fifty grand easy. They also asked me about the people who lived on the street. Casually, but they were fishing. I wouldn’t be surprised if they started knocking on doors.”
“Are they still there?”
“Yeah, they’re piling stuff into a truck.”
“Good work, and thanks for the heads up. Keep me posted if anything interesting happens.”
“Sure thing.”
Ending the call, Nick quickly listened to the message from Cindy.
“Hi, boss, I just finished trolling through Bianca’s social media. Based on some of the comments from her friends, it appears she has issues with both her parents. That’s not uncommon, I suppose, but I thought you should know. I’m here if you need me.”
Dropping his phone in his pocket, Nick sat on the edge of the bed and thought back to the startling conversation between Matt and Tony he’d heard earlier. He needed to tread carefully—very carefully. Bianca’s kidnapping was far more complicated than he’d imagined.
CHAPTER 12
Exhausted, and with an uncomfortable heaviness in his chest, Matteus was finding the much needed nap elusive, and though he was trying to stay calm his mind continued to race.
