Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Nothing, I'm sorry,” I whisper.
“Bullshit, whatever it is, stop it.” He slides his hand between us and fingers my clit. My body overtakes my mind, the negative thoughts erased by physical need, and I come. Linc kisses and nips the tender skin of my neck as I ride out my orgasm and I feel him stiffen, every muscle in his body goes rock-hard. He quickly throws me over on my back and pulls his cock out, his teeth are clenched, his eyes hooded as he shoots his hot cum all over my mound, stomach, and chest. He pants above me for several seconds, still stroking his cock. Then he takes his hand and rubs it into my skin. “You belong to me,” he growls. Running his finger through one of the dollops he has not smeared, he places it on my lips. “Suck.” I do as he says, and oddly I am not disgusted. I'm actually turned on, proud even that he has now marked me inside and out with this intimate piece of him. I suck his finger clean and it’s not that bad, a mixture of salty and slightly bitter. I mean, I wouldn't spread it on crackers for my afternoon lunch. But I also want him to do it again. Hell, maybe I would spread it on crackers? He lies down beside me and kisses my face from forehead to chin. “Do you work today?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Call in, spend the day with me.”
“I can't, I took off Friday, it wouldn’t be fair to Ben.”
“How has Ben never fucked you? If your ass was shaking in front of me all day, there is no way I could keep my hands off you.”
“I'm not his type,” I laugh.
“What do you mean?”
“Ben is gay,” I explain.
“No doubting that,” he says, looking at my tits. I slap him playfully and he wraps his arms around me and kisses my mouth. “I don't want you to work today.”
“I have to; besides Mr. Investment Man, I took a big loss yesterday, I need to try to make that up.”
“How much did you lose?”
“Don't know for sure, depends on how long I have to supply Di...um the guy I made the deal with yesterday,” I stammer. His eyebrows quirk up, noticing I almost slipped up saying Dingo's name.
“You about told me his name.”
“Yep, you turn my brain into mush, I gotta quit talking shop with you.” “No, you need to start telling me everything you’re doing,” he scolds.
“You said you don't like my side business. I don't want you always pissed at me, so what you don't know won't hurt you.” I smile, turning to look at him.
He tilts his head and looks at the ceiling for a few minutes like he is thinking about something, and then suddenly he blurts out, “I don't want you going to Dingo's house.”
I shoot up and stare at him. “What the fuck! How the hell do you know who it was?”
“Watch how you talk to me, Kitten, and you’re lucky I don't beat that pretty little ass of yours for going over there. Bring the shit you’re delivering to him to the club. I will make sure he gets it, but you are not to go over there. Are we clear?” he finishes, staring into my eyes, his face serious.
“No, we’re not clear,” I say pissed, and shove his leg in anger for getting involved. He shoots up now, his face in a scowl.
“That guy is dangerous. He already hit you, do you think he won't do it again, or worse? Do you know he works for Roscoe Martin, the largest kingpin in this area?” he finishes, his hands on my biceps shaking me, pleading me to listen to him.
“No. I told you; I work alone. And if your so Goddamned worried about it, you should just give me back my gun,” I sneer, breaking the hold he has on me. He grabs me and throws me down on the mattress on my stomach and spanks me till tears fill my eyes. “You will not go over there, are we clear, Kitten?” he growls in my ear.
“No. we’re not,” I sputter back through tears, my ass on fire. He starts spanking me again, harder this time, until I am full-out sobbing from the pain.
“Are we clear now, Kitten?” he growls.
“Y-ye-yes,” I sob, not able to take anymore.
He flips me over, then hovering above me, his arms straddled at my sides, he leans in my face and yells. “I'm Goddamn serious, Kitten! I better not find out you went over there.” I just nod, crying too hard to answer him verbally. I really hate him sometimes, but I can’t seem to stay away either.
23
C
While getting ready for work back in my condo, I go over in my head of what happened after the Dingo fiasco. Linc and I had spent forty-five minutes talking. He made it very clear that I deserved every bit of the spanking he gave me for arguing with him. And that any more defiance from me would be met with the same punishment.