“Don’t move,” I mouth again, letting go of the back of her head.
Somehow, she manages to keep perfectly still as I continue using her mouth, which lets me bring my hand down to her tit and torture it again. I like her breasts pink and puffy. I think I want to keep them that way.
Too bad the jerk is still on the other end of the line, droning on. I squeeze the phone between my jaw and my shoulder, so I can get to her other tit.
I have to give it to her, between using her mouth like a fuckhole and reducing her tits to smithereens, I’m not sure how she’s managing to keep her hands up for me. And yet, she is,locking her fingers together at the top of her head, keeping her mouth open, her eyes wide and sparkling, her face shiny with tears, her pussy… wet.
Fuck. I can see it between her thighs, and if there was any doubt about it, the way she’s squirming proves it.
She likes pain. She likes to be used and tortured.
I shouldn’t be happy about that. Haven’t I been fixated on the idea of making her suffer ever since high school? And yet, when I see how turned on she is, all I want to do is…
My balls tighten, and I can’t quite keep a groan from slipping out as ropes of seed land on her face, her chest, and in her mouth.
“Sorry, was that a no? I didn’t hear.”
“Hmm?”
“About the whore. Just gun her down. That’s what the consensus is. Carmelo won’t like it, butcazzo, we don’t need that problem. Forget about it. Right?”
“Right,” I say, sitting down to admire the naked girl before me. Her arms are still above her head, the cum on her tits shining against angry, puffy skin.
“Gun to the head, a single shot,bam. Done. Who the fuck cares?Cazzo!Or you can do it another way. I know you had a thing for her a few years ago. Shove her down on all fours, fuck her ass, and strangle her… or stab her… I don’t know, man. Just get creative, ya know?”
“Right,” I say again. Tears are still glittering on her skin, and I reach up to wipe them away, then stroke up and down her face. She stares at me in confusion, but doesn’t try to protest when my fingers caress her cheeks before threading themselves in her hair.
“Well? What do you say?”
“Hmm. I don’t know. You make some good points.” I keep stroking her, and she starts to sink into my touch, her eyelidsheavy. “I guess Icouldkill her.”
She jerks back up, her hands falling down, and tries to edge away. But I wrap my legs around her, locking her to me, and force her arms back over her head. Then I go back to stroking her.
“What does Carmelo Moretti have to say about it?”
“Carmelo?” he scoffs. “I told you. He makes a lot of noise, but he’s just a sissy. Don’t worry about him.”
“Maybe you should be a little bitmoreworried about him, huh?” I stroke down to her breasts, rubbing the places I tortured before. My fingers seem to relax her in spite of herself. “What do you think the don would say if you called his son a sissy?”
“Oh, well, uhm…” He lets out an uncomfortable laugh. “Obviously, you wouldn’t tell him that. Right, Logan?”
“Of course I wouldn’t.” I can’t resist tweaking her cum-covered nipples hard one last time, and the painful surprise pulls a whimper from her mouth. “Tell you what. After thinking about it, I feel like she still hassomeusefulness. Let’s wait for that usefulness to run out before we snap her neck. Okay?”
“Fine. Oh, wait.Isee.” He barks out a laugh. “And are you going to…sharethat usefulness?”
“No.” I hang up before he has time to react, my patience just about spent.
“Stand up,” I order, slapping her breast again. “Go to the bedroom. Now.”
She opens her mouth, and this time, I slap her ass. “Don’t even think about talking back. Don’t even think about it. Whatever’s in your mouth, don’t even say it.”
I don’t know why I’m so furious. First when Carmelo spoke about her, now with this asshole. I know better than to show either of them how pissed off I am. Instead, I let it out on Lia.
“Logan,” she whispers, forcing me out of my thoughts. “Please don’t kill me. You’re not going to kill me, are you?”
“Kneel by the bed. Now. Face the other way.”
“Please, Logan…” Her teeth are chattering. “I don’t want to die. You’re not going to do what that guy said. Are you?”
