“Sharing your real name makes me think you believe you’ll die today.”
I bark a laugh.
“Hardly. I’ll live to see another sunrise. Now that you’ve seen me up close and in good lighting, and you figured out my accent, you’ll discover who I am. No point in keeping up pretenses.”
“Then tell me who sent you. It’s better if it comes from you than finding out from the dark web.”
He’d stopped spanking me while we talked, but he didn’t stop rubbing my clit. It’s a steady circular motion that’s making me so wet I fear I’m dripping on his trousers.
“I don’t give information away for free.”
“I didn’t expect you to. I told you earlier that if you cooperate, I’ll give you orgasms all night.”
“That’s not the only currency I accept. I prefer dollars or euros.”
I try to shift off his lap, but he spanks me again. This time, it isn’t my ass. It’s my pussy. The slap lands, shooting a blaze of fire through my clit. The heel of his hand is firm as his fingers dip inside me to the first knuckle. I desperately want to come.
“Agree to my help, and I’ll make you come. Tell me who sent you, and I’ll make you come. Admit you’re ready to sell your soul to feel me inside you, and I’ll make you come.”
Each statement has an accompanying spanking across my ass. His index and middle fingers slide into me as his thumb returns to rubbing my clit.
“Answer my questions, and I’ll give you an orgasm—sir.”
“I’m not worried about getting off. I will when I fuck you, and I don’t have to tell you a damn thing to do it.”
He lifts me high against his ribs as he stands. He’s unfastening his belt and pants as his forearms support myweight. I wish he were naked, so I could see his raw strength through his rippling muscles.
“Let me go into the bathroom. I have condoms in my toiletry bag.”
“No need. Since running into you at the club, then at the gala, I’ve started going out prepared. I knew this day would come.”
“I need?—”
“To find a way to drug me? How will you hide a syringe when you’re naked? I won’t drink anything you give me, so no powders or tablets to dissolve.”
He lays me down on the bed but doesn’t climb on with me. I’d wrapped my legs around him on instinct, even though I knew he wouldn’t drop me. He reaches back and unhooks my ankles.
“Vita, no means no. I won’t force you. If you want this to stop, it will.”
Vita?
I’ve been called Toria before but never Vita. I loathe Vitto and Vitti. One sounds like a man’s name, and the other sounds like an Italian greyhound’s name.
Here, Vitti, Vitti.
Fuck off.
“I don’t want this to stop. But I also don’t fuck without protection. I didn’t know you had any. I was being responsible.”
He turns his head a fraction and looks down at me as if to admonish me with “Don’t bother lying.”
He leans to his left and slides his hand under the pillow. Instinct tells me to roll and reach for him, but he’s larger and faster than me. He finds the knife I hid there when I arrived. I don’t have housekeeping come in unless I must. I make my bed to look like they have, but I don’t want strangers around my stuff.
He stretches and flips away the farther pillow. I let my eyes drift closed as I exhale. When I open them, he looks no moresurprised to see the gun than he did the knife. Occupational hazards I’m certain he’s used to. He loosens his tie and lifts it over his head. He moves to slide it over my eyes, but I use my heels on the edge of the mattress to push myself away.
“No.”
“Fine.”
