Page 51 of Play With Me
I swear she smirks as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking me so deep she gags. My fingers tighten around her strands, holding her head down as she chokes on me. “You look so fucking pretty choking on my cock, Cara.”
She hums around me, eyes squeezing shut as black mascara tears seep from the corners. If I were afraid she’d actually throw up, I’d stop. But my girl’s a fucking pro as she takes me entirely down her throat, blocking her airway for extended lengths of time, swallowing around me before she draws back. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, those lips were made for sucking cock, weren’t they?” Her throat feels incredible. I steel the impulse to fuck her face, letting her set the pace but holding her down when she allows it.
I’ve dreamed of this moment since she walked into headquarters the day after we met and got mouthy with me. Imagined how she’d look as she willingly gagged on my dick while I fucked her face. How she’d take it.
My imagination doesn’t even compare to the real thing. I don’t think anything compares to the vision before me.
Spit escapes from the corners of her mouth, making my balls draw up as her beautiful eyes dart up to mine. I pull out of her mouth abruptly, ignoring herdiscontented cry as I strategically pump my release into her underwear. She watches, saliva coating her lips and chin while her tears dry on the sides of her face.
“Stand up,” I order. When she complies, I crouch down and open her thong.
Our eyes remain locked, her watching in amazement as I guide her feet through the holes and drag the garment up her legs. My cum covers the crotch of it, and when the fabric is back where it should be, I cup between her legs and massage my release into her opening.
Pure satisfaction flows through me as her cheeks flush a deep rose and her breath quickens while I work myself inside her. “A certain someone informed me he’d be attending the show tonight. Now if he tries to get near you, he’ll know I was there first.”
Slapping her pussy lightly, I step back, tucking myself back into my pants. “And, Cara?”
“What?” she’s breathless, raw need clear in her tone. There’s nothing I want more than to strip down and fuck her senseless, but we have things to do, and for once, I have the upper hand between us.
My sick sense of pride wants to keep it that way.
“Don’t you dare take those fucking panties off. This is me marking my territory. I want you to go through the rest of the night knowing it’s my mess that’s drying between your legs,” I say over my shoulder as I turn to leave.
Her gulp is audible, but she doesn’t respond.
Now who’s training whom, baby girl?
Mick doesn’t show up like he threatened to.
Carmela and I don’t perform. She plays her role as Madame, and I keep my distance, watching for anything suspicious from the shadows.
It’s the first time I've really taken in what she’s doing—the way she effortlessly pairs people and points clients in the right direction of whatever their tastes may be. I lose count of how many times she’s been asked to join in or propositioned for a private show.
Where before, the whole ordeal didn’t sit right with me, I now feel a swell of pride as she gravitates to my side sporadically throughout the night—a touch here, a kiss there.
A promise of what’s to come later, when everyone is gone, and the possibilities are endless.
By the end of the night, I know without a doubt that California is no longer an option for me.
New York has my fucking heart.
Carmela
Nearly a week goes by without another letter, a dead body, or an unexpected visit from Mick. Things almost seem…normal…for once in my overly complicated life.
Anders and Maya behave as though they’ve known each other forever. Our routine slips into this systematic cycle of checking in at the restaurant, overseeing the shows at the club, and going home to Jersey—where myboyfriendgives my daughter cooking lessons before we retire to the den to play a game or watch a movie.
Afterwe deep clean the sofa at Maya’s insistence because “Eww, you guys had sex on the sofa, didn’t you?”
Jill is enjoying an all-expenses-paid vacation for the first time in years, much to Anders’ annoyance because a threat still hangs over my head. However,Maya is excited that she’s being treated like a little adult and allowed to be alone for a few hours.
Except today. Lenni is on her way out there now to pick her up from school since Anders and I will be in the city late tonight.
An abrupt knock on my office door stirs me from my thoughts. I know Martin and Nikolai are somewhere in the restaurant, keeping watch, so whoever is there must be on the preapproved list of people allowed down the hall where my office resides. “Come in.”
My stomach flips when Mick’s face appears. He looks culpable and is silent as he closes the door behind him with a soft click. “We need to talk.”
Removing my glasses, I sit back in my chair and motion for him to sit. “What is it now?” I sigh.