Page 31 of The Mafia's Captive

“That won’t be enough. I might kill you before you finish paying your debt.” He grins. I roll my eyes in response.

Should have seen that one coming. I could try working the VIP rooms and if I get enough tips, I could make it back in a month. But getting to them could be hard with him putting me on a tight leash and Brian no longer on getting me into the private tables. Even if I could, I doubt I could get high rollers as big and generous as Dante’s friends from the other night. My brain scrambles for a solution. It’s tough to come up with anything on your feet when the person threatening you is right there staring. Deep breaths. I tell myself. I take a few to calm myself down and his eyes go down to my chest. Well, there is one way I could pay him back. It would be unorthodox but not unheard of in this city of sin. Here, it’s downright normal. And the chemistry was there. We can’t deny it.

“What if.” My throat constricts. Saying it is more difficult than thinking about it. “What if we could come to an arrangement?”

He straightens in his seat. “What sort of arrangement?”

“I can offer services to pay off my debt.”

“What sort of services?”

The fucker wants me to spell it out. “Me. Whatever you want. Whenever you want.”

10

Ispent most of the morning thinking about her. She has a powerful grip on my mind. I barely listened during the meeting I had with Sal. My gaze was on her the entire time. There’s something about the way she whipped her hair out of her face as she spoke to her friend. Her good friend if Sal was a reliable source. According to him, he was sure Jesse wasn’t part of the theft and that Corina had acted alone, but I don’t know. There was something in the way they spoke to each other; not like two friends who hadn’t seen each other in days, but more of two people in on a secret. I couldn’t tell what they were talking about and I wish I could. That compulsivity to know what’s on her conniving mind, what she’s thinking, is what made me call her up for lunch.

The simple black dress looked scandalous on her more than any other woman who's ever worn it. The moment she walked in, I wanted to rip it off her, throw her on this table and have her for lunch instead. That’s when I realized the tax she has on my mind. And my pocket. She had to pay for one. And surprisingly, she comes up with a way to pay for both.

When she suggests becoming basically my fuck doll to repay me, I almost dropped the fork in my hand. Which brings us to now. Where I am still in a bit of a shock at what she just said. She shouldn’t know that I’ve been thinking about nothing else but her, so as casually as I can, I say, “Really?” And pick up a fork and knife and cut into the steak like we are having a mundane business meeting. “And how exactly would we go about this arrangement?”

She looks up to the ceiling, thinking, and then says, “We could put a price on the services and deduct them.”

“A price tag?”

“Let’s say, five hundred for a blow job, two thousand for a full sexual act, and five thousand for any… risque stuff.”

“That’s a hefty price tag.”

“That’s the going rate for the usual arrangement like this. A man like you should be used to prices like this.” Every time I think I have her figured out, again she surprises me. She reminds me of the fast women of this town. It brings a bitter taste in my mouth. Unlike what she thinks, I don’t pay for services. I wonder if she’s ever made offers like this. If she has, she must be a pro then. Her proposition should repel me, but instead I am relishing at the prospect of enjoying her bedroom skills. The boner I had when she came in has only gotten harder.

“What makes you think you’re worth it?”

“I know you have a thing for me.” That’s an understatement. My groin is tight at the moment and focusing on her words and not her tits is difficult. “Is that so?”

“You know I’m right. You can fuck me whenever, wherever, however, as payback. And in turn, I get rid of my debt.”

My earlier image of ripping her dress comes rushing back. If something is being offered, I might as well. Her beautiful body, all to myself, is a very tempting offer. I unashamedly undress her with my gaze and she stares back with steely confidence. It’s arousing. “I can’t just go into a contract without being aware of what I’m buying.”

“Does that mean you agree?”

“Not until I taste the package.”

“That’s fair. What do you want me to do?”

“Suck my dick.”

Her face falters, but only slightly. She recovers quickly and gets up from her chair and walks around the table to stand in between me and the table. She gets to her knees and her hands move to my groin. My cock is already hard and a small smile, or is it a smirk, flashes across her face when she sees my tenting pants.

Slowly, she unbuckles the belt and unzips my fly. My cock springs out hard and heavy. She looks up at my eyes, then she takes hold of it. Her soft hands feel good on me. I bite a moan. The knowledge that I’ve been playing this very image in my mind ever since I first laid eyes on her is not something she should have.

Corina strokes it slowly, a little too slowly, as if she’s getting acquainted with me. She dips her head and the second her sweet tongue laps the head; my vision falters and my head falls back as I let her take me in her mouth. Holy shit, she feels so good. Her tongue strokes my cock as she sucks it like a piston. It takes all my strength not to grab her head and shove my cock down her throat. A groan escapes me as she works the shaft. She is so good every thought escapes and nothing but her mouth and its sweet wonders are all that occupy my mind.

Just when I’m so close to coming, I open my eyes and look down. Her dress is hiked to her waist and her free hand is deep inside her panties. The act is arousing to her. I don’t know, but it makes it even hotter. An odd feeling enters. I want to please her just as she’s pleasing me. Without thinking further, I grab her head and remove my cock from her mouth. She looks surprised and is about to say something, but I grab her by the waist and place her on top of the table. I pinch my cock to slow down the release, then I rip her panties off her. She lets out a little scream and I catch it with a kiss. I can taste myself on her. It’s oddly erotic. My hands are all over her. Her breasts, which I wish were free, her waist, her butter soft thighs and down to her wet center.

“Fuck,” I moan inside her mouth. She moans in return as I play with her clit. I let go of her lips, open her thighs, and kneel to the floor. Her sweet pussy is only inches away from my mouth. I lick her lips and elicit another moan from her. She tastes as good as I expected. Even better. Her fragrance is so intoxicating I can’t stop licking, lapping, and sucking her clit. She’s now thrashing on the table, so close to coming. I’m on the edge and so is she.

I get up while stroking my cock as I stroke her clit and line my cock with her pussy. Even though I’m dying to, I do not enter her. Not yet anyway. Instead, I brush my cock against her pussy and watch her as she moans. She’s so close. She gets up to her elbows to watch. I know. The sight is erotic. The first burst of cum splashes on her pussy and Corina bites her hand to muffle her orgasm. Another spurt of cum covers her clit and another on the top her pussy and the final one across her thighs. Holy shit. She’s like a work of art. I want to capture it. I rush over to my desk, grab my phone and go over to her and take a picture.

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