Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

SIN

I glance at the time as Bones rattles on about all the reasons we should buy another casino. It's one o'clock in the afternoon. That means Kierra is gone. Fucking her did not get her out of my system. If anything, it only intensified my craving for her. She's too young. A twenty-one year old woman should not be stuck with a damn forty-year old man. I want to keep her but it'd kill me to hurt her. Seasoned submissives have been hurt by my sudden boredom and for an inexperienced woman, she'd likely take it personally. I should really stop imagining her walking around my house, naked except for my collar, because that shit is not happening.

It's done, Sin. Move the fuck on.

"Are you listening to a goddamn word I'm saying?"

I narrow my gaze at Bones, who sits on the other side of my desk, glaring at me with annoyance. "Sorry man. Distracted. Go on."

He sighs audibly. "As I was saying, Montgomery is in financial trouble. This would be the perfect time to make an offer on the D.H.G Casino."

I shake my head. "Are you planning on a legitimate offer this time? Instead of a gun to the head?"

Bones chuckles lightly, "That had to happen. I wanted MonteBella and that asshole wouldn't sell it. He needed," he runs his hand down the scruff on his jaw, "motivation. I'm all about motivational Mondays and shit."

I laugh at him because the most unBones thing that happened that day was the gun to the head. My friend since high school is not nicknamed Bones by accident. He got that name because his favorite way of hurting or killing people is by breaking their bones. If Richardson hadn't agreed to sell with the gun to his head, he never would've died from a bullet, it would've been from every bone in his body being broken. He would've screamed in pain for weeks, if not longer. If my buddy wants a new business, he will get it. It doesn't matter who you are or how much fire power you have.

"So you're planning to make an offer without violence?"

He smirks at me. "I don't break bones for the fun of it, you know. If it comes to that, I'm fine with it, but it's out of necessity."

I nod and skip telling him he's a fucking liar. He enjoys breaking bones. "Alright. Get me the details of what you want and I'll get it done."

This, of course, means more work for me, but I'm okay with it because I make a shit ton of money from these casinos. Technically, Bones is the boss, but I run everything on paper because the government would like nothing more than to put every single Bonetti in prison for life. Believe me, they've tried. And this won't cost me a dime, because Bones will fund the entire venture as always. I'm simply his cover.

"What's her name?"

I arch an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"

He chuckles obnoxiously, "Only pussy fucks with your head the way yours is right now."

I drag a hand down my face. "Kierra. But it's over."

"Why?"

I shrug my shoulders. "She's too young."

He stares at me with an obvious interest, like he's trying to figure me out, "How'd you meet her?"

I laugh, "Virginity Auction."

Bones shakes his head with disapproval. "You never take their virginity, man."

"Why's that?" I ask as I lean back in my chair with my whiskey in my hand.

He states it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "They get attached, hard. And you'll never have a pussy like that again. Something happens when you take her firsts. It's like a goddamn addiction that you can't escape from. There's no fucking twelve-step program for that shit. It's like a heroin junkie chasing the dragon. That's a high you'll never experience twice."

Bones sounds like he's talking from experience, but I don't question him about it because if he wanted to say more, he would. He speaks his mind whether or not you want to hear it.

He stands, "Alright. I'll have the info for you by next weekend."

I nod slightly. "A week from Saturday is the Masquerade event at the club, so I'll be there all day. You should drop by."

With a grin, he says, "I just might do that."

Once a year, we have a charity event. The women wear lingerie and everybody wears masquerade masks. There's dinner, drinks and lots of fucking. At five thousand dollars a plate, we make a shit ton of money for the charity named after my little sister.

After he leaves, I spend an hour doing my necessary paperwork before going home to my empty fucking house.

Walking into my apartment, I see no sign of Kierra. Glancing down the hallway, I spot the door to my room that I never fucked her in, open. As I make my way down the hallway, I hear breathy moans. First, I'm angry because she was supposed to leave, but then I walk in and see the most beautiful fucking pornographic display.

Kierra sits on my sex machine, designed to look like a Harley except it has a thrusting vibrator, which is currently deep in her pussy. Her hands are gripping the handlebars as the toy fucks her while she moans loudly. Her tits bounce with every movement and her eyes wide with lust focus on me.

Fuck. I've never seen anything so beautiful. But what a naughty little insatiable slut.

"Kierra," I growl as I turn the machine off.

She climbs off the machine and I notice the way her pussy drips her juices down her thighs. Of course I want to taste it, but I won't.

"Did I not make myself clear?"

If I thought she'd crumble under my gaze and leave, I was sorely mistaken. She holds her head high as she crosses her arms over her chest, taking away my view of her perky tits. "You did. You also promised to bring me in here. I'm not done learning, Daddy. Teach me how to fuck."

Shaking my head at her, I inform her, "You have two minutes to get dressed and leave or you'll be punished. If you want to be a defiant little brat, you'll have consequences. I will not go easy on you."

She flashes me a devious little grin. "Bring it, Daddy. I can handle whatever you dish out."

The way she drawls ‘out' with that delicious little accent makes my cock throb.

"Fucking brat," I groan as I take her hand and pull her to the bench. Pushing her facedown, I press my face between her legs and inhale her scent. She moans as she pushes her ass into my face, but she won't get what she wants.

"Naughty little sluts don't get their pussies eaten, baby girl."

I stand to my full height and she whimpers, which only makes my cock throb even more.

"Last chance, Kierra. If I punish you, it will hurt. Bad. Do you want to leave or take the punishment?"

"Punish me, Daddy."

I strap her arms, and legs to the cuffs attached to the bench. "What's your safe word?"

"Poverty."

Kierra may laugh now, but she won't be for long. I am positive she'll use her safe word after a couple of hits. I'm not big on punishment. While there is a place for it, I prefer pleasure. Defying me the way she has, making me fucking crave her like a goddamn junkie, she has earned this.

"I'm going to spank your ass until you safe word. Then you'll leave, forget we ever met, and find someone that can be what you need. Someone not old enough to be your damn father."

Kierra tries to sound strong but the tremble in her voice betrays her, "I'm not leaving, so I guess you better spank me until I'm dead."

I chuckle not because I would ever do that, but because she's so damn sure of herself. Initially, I planned to grab a cane but decided on the belt. The cane would likely break her skin and I'm trying to teach her that she wants to stay away from me, but I don't truly want to hurt her. Not like that.

Standing back, I swing the thick leather belt back and then forward on her beautiful ass.

And she screams.

"I'm not the man for you, Kierra. Too old and you're a good girl. You deserve more than this. Take the goddamn money and go on with your life."

The sobs are loud as I strike her again. "No," she cries. I take a deep breath as I prepare for her to scream her safe word. Imagining her leaving was bad enough but watching her walk out the door is going to cut me. Deep. This woman is like a virus infecting my damn soul. The sooner she taps out and leaves, the better because fuck I can't stop seeing my collar on her. Kierra's ass is bright red after I strike her for the sixth time and still not a goddamn word other than her cries of pain. My gaze bounces between her red skin and her dripping cunt as I feel my control slipping away.