Page 59 of Blood Spilled

I tap my hands against the desk not meeting his eyes. “You're right it shouldn't have, but it did. This isn't the first time, Roland, and I don't think it will be the last. If you weren't busy fucking one of the busboys from the cafe during work hours, maybe it wouldn't have gotten past you.”

His bottom lip trembles and before he can say anything, I snap my fingers. Ricky pulls out his gun and puts a bullet between Roland's eyes.

I call out to the other manager, Nancy. “Make sure his position is filled as soon as possible. We are expecting a lot of guests these next few months.”

I turn toward Ricky. “Find the whore and take care of her.”

“Are there any other problems I should be worried about?”

Nancy shakes her head, trembling with fear. “N ... no ... boss. No problems. I'll make sure everything is taken care of.”

“Good, today was supposed to be my day off and I'd hate to leave here to only get called back again.”

I turn to Ricky. “You and Gilbert will be working the front and back door tonight. No one is allowed to leave here with my money again.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Good. Now if you will all excuse me, mi coche está aquí.”

I smooth out my tie and smile toward the car pulling up in the luggage drop off lane. The tinted back window rolls down and Angel's dark gaze meets mine. “Hola, mi mascota. Need a ride?”

“Si.”

I slide in beside him and the driver's eyes remain on the road as I climb over his lap. I pull down his zipper and take out his cock. He yanks down my pants, and spins me around until I'm sitting with my back to his chest. My head leans back onto the seat and he pulls out a packet of lube, and shoves one finger inside me. I rock back on it, desperate for more.

By the time he gets to a third finger, I'm a whimpering, panting mess. His tip presses against my pucker and I let my body sink down on it, taking more and more of him in until I'm completely full. He grabs onto my hips and slams his hips against my ass.

My movements follow his hands and soon I'm fucking myself on his cock while my dick aches inside the cock cage. He strokes down it with his fingers while he uses his other hand to twist and tug at my nipples. I moan, bending my neck as he continues thrusting upward into me, using my hole to chase his own release.

I don't get to come today, because of how filthy my mouth has been lately and how I kept trying to get off in the shower yesterday morning. Nothing gets past my master and I always make sure it doesn't. Angel's coming inside me the minute the driver pulls up in front of the house. He grabs my face and kisses my mouth until I'm gasping for air. My mouth hovers over his ear. “Are you going to kill me today?”

Still panting and sounding completely spent, he whispers, “Not today, but maybe tomorrow.”

No, love isn't always kind, or patient. Sometimes it’s rude and delights in evil. Other times it’s boastful and is easily angered. Our love is unhinged and messy, but what a beautiful mess it is.