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Rose

Rose

M y chance came and went. He walks out of the bedroom and doesn’t lock the door behind him. Whatever the phone call is, I guess it’s important because I can hear his tone of voice change as he walks away.

I untie my ankles and pull my tits back into my bra, standing up and walking over to the window. I look out at the city and wonder who I am.

I walk around the house, trying doors. All locked. It’s a maze of a place. Stairwells, some open, some locked. I can go up and down, but there doesn’t appear to be a path to the front door.

I’ve come across no one. It’s like the rapture happened and I’m the only one left behind. Or maybe this is my version of hell. Just me in pants, a plain white top, and no way of getting outside.

I end up back in the bedroom. My bedroom, he called it. I flick the switch to shift the windows and look out again. What a strange feature.

To be visible or invisible at the flick of a switch. I wish I had a switch like that for me. That way I can vanish whenever I feel I’ve had enough of the world.

I look at the office opposite Dino’s building. All those people hard at work at their computers. I could hold up a help me sign, see if anyone notices. Call the police maybe.

I don’t do it. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s because I can’t find any paper but I’ve not looked hard. I think maybe it’s because I’m accepting the situation I’m in.

He’s not all bad. He seems to have rummaged out my deepest desires, the ones I didn’t even know I had. Like being spanked or being exposed in public.

Somehow, it’s not as embarrassing when he’s in charge of making those things happen. I don’t have to wonder about whether I’m some kind of slutty weirdo for the things I like. I can just enjoy them.

Is enjoying the right word. Was it enjoyment when he threatened to expose me to the world? Was it enjoyment when I almost held the safe word in? When I said it?

I’m still looking out the window and wondering what’s going on in my head when he gets back. He walks straight up to me without a word and kisses me before I get a chance to react.

He holds the back of my neck, and his tongue plunges into my mouth. At once, my doubts are forgotten. I need him. What’s the point in denying it?

I kiss him back. I don’t even think about running. He lifts me into his arms, carrying me over to the bed. “The window,” I try to say. I left the switch down. We’re visible to the street outside.

“Don’t care,” he replies, undoing the button at the top of my pants and yanking them down my legs. “I need to be in you. ”

He tugs my pants off and tosses them aside, ripping my panties open and then plunging his tongue straight into me. I arch my neck back and gasp in shock. The sensation is almost too much to take.

He laps at my sweetness while his hands push my legs wide apart. I glance across at the window. Anyone could see me. Anyone could see what he’s doing to me.

I don’t care.

I close my eyes and lose myself in the moment, thinking of all those office workers who might glance this way at any moment.

He moves his tongue to my clit, circling it quickly. “You taste so good,” he growls, moving up to crush me under his bulk, kissing me again.

I can taste myself on his lips, and it turns me on even more. Then I feel the bulge in his pants pressing against me, and I feel the same as him. I need him in me.

I reach down and undo his zipper, pulling his cock out and squeezing the shaft with my hand. I shuffle down the bed until he’s straddling my face and then I begin sucking at his length, drawing him deep into the back of my throat, coating him in my saliva.

“Turn over,” he snarls, yanking himself free.

I do as he says, getting onto all fours and pushing my bare ass back toward him. He slaps it once and then moves his cock so it’s nudging between my thighs.

One shift of my position and he’s in me. I slide back onto him, impaling myself on his length, loving the way he stretches the inside of me.

I lift my head and turn to look back over my shoulder. “Fuck me,” I tell him. “Fuck me hard.”

He starts to slam into me, and my breath is pushed out of my lungs. The only noise is my groans and his movements back and forth in my pussy.

I reach for my clit, stroking it frantically, feeling a climax getting ever nearer. Knowing they might be watching me makes things even hotter, and I know he’s getting close.

Just when I’m sure he’s about to come, he pulls out and I scowl at him. “What are you doing?”

“Over here,” he says, lifting me up and carrying me over to the window. He bends me over once more so I’m touching the glass and then he’s in me again, slamming back and forth without stopping for a second.

I look out and see the city alive out there. I glance down. A couple of tourists have stopped looking at their maps and are staring up at me. I look at the opposite building.

A few of them have stopped working and are watching as Dino thrusts hard and fast into me. “I’m going to come in you,” he says, moving even faster.

“Do it,” I reply, feeling all those eyes on me. I reach again for my clit and bring myself to orgasm an instant before Dino slams all the way home, his cock spurting deep into me, the sensations mingling with my climax to make it all the more powerful a moment.

He remains deep in me, reaching across to flick the switch. We’re hidden from the world once more.

Afterward, we sit together on the bed. I’m nestled in his arms, feeling like I’m dreaming. If it wasn’t for the ache between my legs, I would be able to tell myself I imagined it. I’m dressed and so is he, not that he ever undressed. “How come you don’t get naked?” I ask?

“Scars,” he replies. “Lots of them.”

“What from?”

“Growing up.” He falls silent for a moment, his eyes far away. I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t say anything else.

“You ever have a dog?” I ask, wanting to fill the silence.

“Once,” he whispers.

“What happened to it?”

“It died.”

“Oh. How long ago?”

“I was twelve.”

“It’s tough when they die of old age, especially when you’re a kid. I had one die when I was nine. Betsy. I still miss her. What was yours called?”

“Max. He didn’t die of old age.”

“Oh. What was it then? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“My father killed him to teach me a lesson.”

“What the fuck? Your dad killed him?”

I turn to look at him, and he’s still staring into the distance. “Never be kind. Never get attached. People will take advantage.” He shifts away from me, getting to his feet.

“You really believe that? You think I’m taking advantage of you? You kidnapped me, remember. You forced me to marry you.”

“I had no choice. It’s me or Ricardo.”

I look at him, and for the first time, he’s not meeting my eye. “You’re not telling me something. What is it?”

“Nothing. I’m going to get some lunch. You want something to eat?”

“I guess.”

“Then let’s go.” He walks out of the room and just like that, he’s cold as ice again. It’s like he’s two different people, each of them fighting to be on top. Is he the emotionless bastard walking off down those stairs?

Or is he the lover who lets me have a safe word and gives me the best orgasms I’ve ever had? The man who saved me twice from Ricardo Belucci and a fate worse than death?

I follow him to the dining room. By the time I get there, he’s sitting with a glass of whiskey in his hand, looking out the window at the rain which is starting to fall. “You can share it with me,” I say, taking the seat opposite him. “Whatever it is that’s troubling you.”

“Not now,” he replies. “Now we eat.”

The door at the far end opens and two women walk in, both looking a lot hotter than me. I feel intimidated just being in the same room as them. Then I shake myself out of it.

They’re not married to Dino Gianni. I am. I’m his wife. For the first time, that thought fills me with warmth instead of terror. I’m not even sure when the change happened. I just know that maybe being married to him won’t be so bad after all.

Then he gets the phone call.

It goes off in his pocket while I’m digging into the best meatballs I’ve ever tasted in my life. He holds the cellphone up to his ear and listens. “What?” he snaps. “What?” He snaps again. Then he hangs up, and he’s looking furious.

“What is it?” I ask, my fork hovering halfway to my mouth.

“Don Belucci has your father captive,” he says, getting to his feet, draining the last of his drink. “Wants to make a deal.”

“What the fuck?” I say, my appetite vanishing. “Don Belucci as in Ricardo’s father?”

“I will get your dad back, I swear it.” He walks over to the fireplace and touches something on the hearth with his foot. The painting above the mantel moves left to reveal a cabinet behind.

He pulls open the cabinet door, and it’s filled with guns. He takes one out and turns to face me. “If we’re going to get him back, I need to be able to trust you. Can I trust you?”

“Why do I need a gun?”

“Have you shot one before?”

“A couple of times when my dad showed me. Why?”

He holds the gun toward me. “Take it.”

I do as he says and turn it so it’s pointing toward him. “This is because of you, isn’t it? My dad’s in danger because of you. What’s stopping me shooting you right now and putting an end to this?”

“Nothing stopping you,” he says, walking toward me so the gun is pointing at his stomach. “Hit here,” he says, raising the barrel to his chest. “That way I won’t come after you.”

I look down at the gun, my finger on the trigger. I could squeeze it and end this right now. “I’ll do it,” I say. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you and call the police to get my dad back.”

“I’ll give you two reasons. One, by the time the police get to Don Belucci’s place, your dad will be long dead. Two, your dad will die anyway if we don’t both show up together for this meeting.”

“What?”

“Those are Belucci’s conditions. We both come and we don’t bring any soldiers with us. Just us two or he’s dead before we walk in the door. I need you on my side for this, Rose.”

“You’re lying,” I say, my finger still on the trigger.

“Have I lied to you about anything before now?”

I think, and I want to say yes, but I know the truth at once. He’s many things, but he’s not a liar. “No,” I say at last.

“I will get him back to you,” he says, moving the gun away from his chest. “Oh, and one last tip. Make sure the safety’s off when you’re going to shoot someone.”