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Epilogue

Thiago

Manny’s naked body gleamed under the lights of our bedroom as he struggled against the ropes tied around his wrists and ankles, securing him to the bed. It didn’t matter how much he wriggled, the restraints didn’t loosen. He grunted around the pristine yellow gag in his mouth, and I smiled at the sight he made. He couldn’t see me in return because he was blindfolded by my tie. I sat between his spread legs, so close to his cock that it took all my effort not to lean down and lick the purple head. I’d slid a ring around the base and his balls earlier, which made his cock look bigger and redder.

“I decided to try a different approach to our training,” I whispered. In one hand I held a long blue feather we’d found out in the yard earlier and cleaned when we’d come in from our run. I ran my fingers over the hairs sticking out of it and they were softer than I’d imagined.

Manny twisted against his restraints and moaned, and he made a beautiful sight. There was something sexy about having him tied up, completely at my whim. I danced the tip of the feather across his quivering belly, thrilled with the way he whimpered against the gag in his mouth. Visible goose bumps rose on his skin and his thighs shook.

“I’m going to remove that ball from your mouth, hermoso, and when I do, I want you to only answer my questions with the right answers, sí?”

He threw his head back and moaned, and I assumed that was the positive response I was looking for. Reaching up I pulled the ball out of his mouth and slid the strap over his head, before throwing it on the bedroom floor.

Manny moved his jaw and licked his lips. “Thio—”

“Jefe. While we’re training, I’m Jefe to you, hermoso.” I ran a finger down his face and he leaned into my touch.

“Sí, Jefe.”

“Good. Let’s begin.” I sat back on my knees again, my own bare ass touching the heels of my feet. He couldn’t see me naked as he currently was, but he’d moaned when I was getting undressed, which probably meant he’d heard the belt and zipper of my pants earlier. “What are the three ways we bring the coke into America?”

I touched the tip of the feather to his nipple, pleased at the sounds he made and the way his nub hardened under the teasing. He squirmed and chewed on his bottom lip.

“I… can’t concentrate when you do that.” He whimpered again and it earned him a hard slap to the thigh. His skin bloomed red with my handprint, and he moaned louder.

“You will answer no matter what I’m doing to you.” I ran the feather between his pecs and down his belly, lower and lower until I was so close to his cock that his shaking grew harder. “Answer the question.”

“Three… three ways? By boat, by—oh fuck.”

I touched the tip of the feather to the slit of his flushed cock then danced it down the hard flesh, and he groaned.

“Uh… by mule and by truck. Stored in the cargo.” His shoulders stiffened and he chewed on his lip harder.

“Excellent. Mules, where do we find them?” I tickled the feather over his furry balls and he gasped, his cock twitching. Dragging it lower, I danced it between his open asscheeks and over his hole. “Answer quickly.”

“Different places!” He wriggled again and his cheeks reddened. His lip would be bruised by the time we were done, and I didn’t mind that prospect. I wanted the men to know that I drove him wild. He was mine, after all, and even Arlo had accepted that now. Manny had made a place for himself as well, and after that incident with Franco, he was respected. Héctor made sure of it too, after I’d put him on Manny’s protective detail.

“Be specific,” I said with a laugh, teasing the feather against his hole again. “What places?”

“Uh… mierda. Immigrants we get across the border with coyotes, and gringos,and Mexicanos desperate for money.”

“Sí.” I leaned down to kiss his hip and he sighed, but I didn’t know if it was in relief, or pride in himself for remembering while I used the feather to torture him. Maybe both. “What happens to the coca plants after the farmers have harvested them?”

He swallowed and a bead of precum welled at the slit of his cock when I ran the feather over the stiffness again, but he breathed out and spoke with a steady voice. “It’s sent to our processing lab. It depends on where the farm is as to who runs the mixing. In Northwest Argentina, they’re run by Tomás González. He visits them all to make sure everything’s running smoothly. Once the coke’s been mixed and dried, they send it to the warehouse where it’s weighed and packaged and sent through the distribution channels we set up.”

I patted his thigh and laughed gently. “Good boy.”

He let out a sigh of relief and smiled. “Do I get a reward for my right answers, Jefe?”

“Don’t get confident, mi amor.” I smiled anyway and kissed his lips. He leaned up into me and moaned against my mouth. “You do deserve a reward, though.”

“How about you let me come?” He darted his tongue out and got my bottom lip. I laughed and cupped his cheek before sliding my hand up to remove the tie from his eyes. I threw it on the floor near the gag and he blinked up at me. The sweetness in his eyes always astounded me, no matter how much I stared into them.

Manny smiled and my gut warmed. “Hi.”

“Hola, amor de mi vida. You did good.”

“Does that mean you’ll untie these?” he asked, nodding at his wrists where the ropes were still secured.