Chapter 7

7

Cass

I waited up until after two last night for Lowell. When he didn't show at midnight, I texted him, but he didn't respond. So, I thought maybe he had switched patrols with the other guard and would come up at two o'clock instead.

He didn't show then either.

And it's not like I could go downstairs and demand answers from him. All I could do was toss and turn, lying cold and naked in bed for hours, wondering what was going on with him. Had I done something to scare him off? Is he tired of risking his life for a few minutes with me?

So, maybe I have some serious abandonment issues. I try my best to funnel those emotions into violence when I'm training with Saul, being a badass rather than a pathetic, silly girl.

Finally, the next day around noon, Lowell sends me a message .

Lowell: Sorry I couldn't get to your room last night. Promise to make it up to you soon.

Me: Why not? Did something happen?

Cole better not have gone to my father.

Lowell: Titus needed help on the casino floor.

Relieved that's all it was, and that I worried for nothing, I send back, That's too bad. Now we have to wait two weeks?

Him: Send me some tit shots to get me through the weeks.

Lowell is usually more of an ass man than tit man, but I give him what he asks for as usual.

I always thought that as the woman, I would have all the power when it came to the men I was sleeping with. I assumed I would have a say in the when and where. But that's never been the case so far. It's like I'm completely powerless, and I hate it. Sex is nothing like I thought it would be. So far, I've only felt weak and helpless, and I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to that feeling. All I can do is hope it gets better, eventually.

The next few nights are as boring as the previous ones. I train with Saul and soak up some sun, but there's no sign of my pain in the ass stepbrother and no family dinners either. Curious to see if he had a falling out with Vanessa and left, I check the bedroom on the second floor and find his things are still there. I guess he's just been busy with friends or out picking up women. I bet he's lost count of how many he's slept with, just constantly going from one to the next because he can thanks to his looks, his charm, and his big dick.

Speaking of dick, I am in desperate need of some.

Matt wasn't on the schedule until three long nights after Lowell's last shift. By then I was horny as hell.

I need to get fucked, to get my mind off of a certain cocky asshole and his body parts.

But when Matt messages me on his first night back on the night shift, it doesn't look like I'll be getting railed tonight either.

Matt: I missed your sexy mouth.

Me: So, does that mean you're coming to my room tonight? I ask, wanting to make sure we're on the same page so I don't have to stay up late again waiting and wondering. We have to be careful since my stepbrother is staying here and he's a nosy bastard.

Matt: Oh shit. In that case, meet me in the pantry at midnight.

Me: The pantry?

Matt: If he sees me in the kitchen on the third floor, I can say I was making a snack. I want you on your knees, ready and waiting for me.

As if Cole would ever believe that. Still, I send him back: Fine, you can fuck my mouth tonight but next time I want you to bend me over.

Matt: Deal.

I'm not ashamed of the fact that I enjoy having sex with two different guards, or that I even enjoy sucking cock. My options of men are limited, and besides, sneaking around is fun. I know that if we get caught, my father will take it out on the guards, not me. They're the ones risking their lives, so I don't mind giving them pleasure more often than I receive it.

The late-night hookups started back when I first started training with the guards. They really didn't like that I could kick their asses on the mats even though they were bigger and stronger. Late one night when I was hitting the hanging bag in the gym, Matt and Lowell had the same shift. They came in together, cut the lights, and demanded a "rematch" with me.

I was so caught-off guard in the pitch-black room that it was over almost as fast as it started. It felt surreal when they pinned me to the mat. Matt straddled my face while Lowell ripped my bottoms off. That's how I lost my virginity, in the blink of an eye.

I could've fought them off. They knew that too since I had done it before when practicing with multiple attackers. But I didn't. I let them have at me because I liked being wanted by two men. It hurt like hell when Lowell fucked me the first time. They didn't know I was a virgin since I would tease and flirt with the guards during sessions. Both men apologized afterward with whispered pleas begging me not to tell my father.

I liked having that deadly secret over them almost as much as I enjoyed being wanted.

Still, months later and with the constant change of shift, it's only been a handful of times with each of them. And unfortunately, neither of them has ever made me come while fucking me. Missionary, from behind, riding them, no matter the position, they try to rub my clit during it, and I just pretend I'm coming since the clock is always ticking for them to get back and I can't ever get there.

If they had more time to spend on me, I'm sure the sex would be better. But they're always in a hurry, sticking their necks out as it is for the time they spend in the penthouse when they're supposed to be patrolling through and right back out to the hallway.

If I'm being honest, the anticipation of when and what we'll do is probably even better than the actual sex that's always over too fast.

And after Lowell's rejection, even if it was out of his control, I'm desperate to be wanted. To be used. Fingering myself is definitely more fun with a hard dick in my mouth.

Cole

The videos and photos of Cass make me obsessed with finding out more information about her late-night escapades with guards. I have a gut feeling that it's not just the one I busted. How many damn men does it take to make her happy? Why isn't one enough? Does she just like playing head games with them?

I bet she gets off on holding the threat of telling her father over their heads. Cass enjoys having power over other people. She seemed to love having something on me after we fooled around in the pool. Cass assumes everyone is afraid of Dante, then uses that threat against them.

What she doesn't understand is that I'm not scared of the mafia king. He talks a big game, but I know that I'm just as untouchable as Cass is because Dante loves my mother. Even better, unlike Cass, I don't give a shit if I don't have the man's respect or approval. And that is all that Dante's daughters seem to care about.

I didn't get to meet Madison, but sweet little Sophie is so desperate for attention from Daddy that she will do anything he asks while Cass constantly trains in a variety of mixed martial arts to no doubt prove to Daddy that she's just as strong and dangerous as any man. Cass doesn't understand that Dante will never see her as anything but a liability, one of his most vulnerable weaknesses. Not because she's a woman, but because she's his daughter and he loves her.

Fucking the guards is probably just Cass's way of showing Daddy she's no longer his little girl, but a grown woman. I swear she wants to get caught. The only reason she hasn't confessed to her late-night promiscuity yet is either because she doesn't want the blood on her hands when he kills her lovers or because she's not certain how he'll treat her afterwards. Will Dante finally see her as an adult capable of making her own decisions or a dirty little slut he's ashamed of calling his daughter?

Personally, I think she's a dirty little slut capable of only making bad decisions. Someone needs to point out the error of her ways before she gets hurt by the men who are just using her. And if Dante isn't paying enough attention to educate her, then I will.

Three nights after the first guard tried to go up to her room, I'm feeling lucky. My dick, on the other hand, is feeling rubbed raw from jerking off to Cass's videos, but that's a problem for another day.

When there's a change in guards on the schedule, I decide to hide out at midnight to see if either of the men turn up.

I'm still in my hallway when I hear hurried footsteps upstairs on the third floor. It sounds like a door in the kitchen opens and closes, then the steps stop. Someone's…in the pantry, maybe? That's the only door I know of in the kitchen. Why the hell would Sophie or Cass go in a pantry? They wouldn't unless they were waiting for someone. Is one of the guards too scared to sneak into Cass's room? As if the kitchen pantry is better for clandestine meetings?

I wait on the second floor to see who will come up to join Cass. The guard on the midnight patrol comes into the penthouse, closing the front door softly behind him. Then he climbs up the first, the second, and onto the forbidden third floor. That's when I follow him from a distance in my pajama bottoms and socked feet to keep the sound down.

As soon as he gets up to the kitchen on the landing, he veers to the left. The pantry door opens and closes again, which means there are now two people in the narrow closet.

With my new phone in my hand, already full of Cass's videos and photos I forwarded from the asshole's device, I sneak into the kitchen. I turn on the flashlight and camera app when I'm standing outside the pantry. It becomes even more clear that my hunch was right when I hear a masculine groan.

I'm dying to see what they're doing on the other side while at the same time afraid to fucking look. Seeing some asshole acting out the shit I've only been able to do with Cass in my fantasies is going to suck. I want to be him, whoever he is, at least for the next few minutes. I want it to be me she's touching, and me who gets to be inside of her. She wouldn't need to use her fingers or toys around me because I would be there to pleasure her whenever she wanted, unlike these guard pussies who can only spare a few minutes every few hours every few weeks.

Unable to wait a second longer to find out what they're doing on the other side of the door, I turn the handle of the doorknob that of course doesn't have a lock, and immediately start snapping photos with the flash on my phone before my eyes can even take in the scene.

When they do, my dick twitches with enthusiastic interest.

Cass is kneeling on the floor, completely fucking naked, her long red waves flowing down her back. Her tee or sleepshirt is tossed to the side, her right hand is shoved between her legs, and her left is on the base of the guard's cock that's still in her open mouth. He's still fully dressed in his black suit jacket, pants around his ankles. He stands there frozen, staring at me with a look of terror on his face, the whites of his eyes showing, his jaw gaping open.

"Wow," I mutter, unable to speak any other words. I was severely unprepared for how damn hot the sight of Cass naked on her knees sucking off a man would be. She doesn't even get in a hurry when she pulls her lips off his dick that's not very long or very hard anymore if it ever was.

"Please..." the man croaks out.

"Please what?" I ask. "Please don't send these photos to Dante?"

When I shine the light from my phone that was mainly on Cass up into his eyes he winces and nods.

"Give me your phone and your gun."

With a shaking hand, he pulls up his pants to remove both, giving me the gun first, then his phone.

"Now get the fuck out of here, quit, and don't think about coming back."

He rushes to tuck his dick back into his pants, hurrying past me in the pantry doorway while still zipping up.

"You're an asshole," Cass remarks before she swipes her fingers over her lips then presses both of her palms on the floor as if to push herself up.

"Don't get up just yet. I like seeing you naked on your knees," I tell her. Before she can move, I place the guard's gun and phone on one of the higher shelves in the pantry, keeping them out of her reach, as I step inside the small space and slip my phone into my pocket. Shutting the door behind me, I flip the switch for the overhead lights, crowding her in the small, illuminated space between the shelves full of food on either side of us. I'm standing so close to her that if she turned her head toward me, her nose would brush my pelvis. From looking down at her from this angle, I have a great view of her tits.

"Are you the reason Lowell was a no show the other night?" she asks with her eyes still lowered while mine trace her puckered nipples.

"Yes." Speaking that one word is harder than it should be.

"You took his phone and his gun too?"

"I did." Grabbing the shelves on either side of the pantry so she can't leave without going through me, I add, "You really shouldn't send pornographic images and videos to random assholes."

A blush spreads across her freckled cheeks then down her neck, as if she's more embarrassed that I saw her masturbating than she is that I caught her with a dick in her mouth. That's why I find myself admitting to her, "My dick is raw from all the times I watched you fuck yourself."

She snorts at that, making her big, heavy tits bounce. I barely hold in a groan.

Still, I manage to say, "Twenty fingers, two tongues, and two cocks weren't enough for you? Or is it even more than that? How many guards are you trying to get murdered, Cassie?"

She wipes her mouth again with the fingers from her left hand, making me remember where her right hand recently was, then instead of answering my questions asks, "Where have you been?"

That was definitely not the next question I was expecting. I figured she would tell me it was none of my business or to go fuck myself some more. It takes me a moment to comprehend that she's not asking where was I earlier tonight, but where have I been the past few days.

"I've been out." Leaning down, I grab her right wrist and lift her fingers to my mouth to suck them dry, then lick each one of them, making Cass shiver. When I'm done, I drop her wrist.

She fists her now damp right hand. "Out?" she repeats as if not satisfied with my response and my finger licking didn't interrupt our conversation.

"Spending time with a friend from high school. Why? Have you missed humping on my dick?"

"No," she huffs, then she finally tips her head back to stare up at me. "I've only missed trying to kill you." Her pale green eyes look dead serious. At least until they lower to my bare chest and arms, then my abs before eying my erection jutting out my pajama pants. When they lift again to mine, there's less murder and more lust filling them. "Well?"

Lifting an eyebrow, I ask, "Well, what?"

"What do you want?" Her breasts move up and down faster, as if she's breathing a little harder.

"What do I want?" I repeat.

"What do you want to not tell my father about Matt and Lowell?"

"Oh, you don't want Dante to know that you suck his guard's dick in the pantry at midnight or fuck them in your bedroom?" Cass glares at me but she doesn't respond. "How desperate are you, cocktease?"

Through clenched teeth, she says softly, "I should just let you be a fucking narc."

"He'll kill them without a second thought."

"I know," she says simply.

"Wow. You are a ruthless little bitch," I tell her. "And I'm going to enjoy fucking your filthy mouth whenever I want in exchange for keeping your secret."

Her eyes lower again to my bulge and she doesn't respond for a long moment. Eventually, she says, "Brave of you to even think about trying to fuck my mouth knowing that I could easily bite a great big chunk out of your dick."

"Mmm," I murmur while retrieving my phone from my pocket, then adding the best photo, the first one with the greatest look of surprise on the guard's face, to a new text message to Dante. I show her a quick glimpse of the screen. "The slightest scrape of your teeth and I hit send on this message to Daddy, followed by the text log with Lowell."

"I told you that I don't give a shit if my father kills them."

Well, that's disappointing. I really wanted to come down her throat. Here's hoping she's bluffing because I'm not.

"Then I should just go ahead and hit send now before the asshole even gets out of the casino?"

Before my thumb can move, Cass groans and scrubs both of her palms down her face. "Wait."

Hell, yes.

She might be cold as hell, but at least she still has some semblance of a heart.

"Take my cock out of my pants," I instruct her, keeping my phone in my hand, ready to get down to it. I've been hard ever since I imagined what she was doing with that asshole in the pantry. The reality is even better than my imagination. And Cass's tits are much more beautiful in person. And bigger. So much bigger. More than a handful. The kind that are the perfect size for running my cock in between the two mountains. But that won't feel nearly as good as her hot little slut mouth sliding up and down my dick.

"Take my dick out," I repeat. "Treat it like it's your favorite dick when you put it in your mouth. And then you're going to moan like you love the taste of my cum more than anything else in the world when you swallow it. "

"I hate you," she whispers at the same time her hands reach up for the elastic waistband of my pajama pants.

"Right back at you," I grit out when she's not the least bit gentle jerking the pants down over my shaft or fisting my dick when it's finally free. Her grip is...tight, rough, and oh so good.

"Put me in your mouth, now," I tell her when she just stares at it and squeezes. Her eyes roll up to mine. Without looking at my shaft, her lips part wide, then stretch even more when she guides the head of my big, fat cock over her warm wet tongue.

"Fuck me to hell and back," I groan to the ceiling when she applies suction.

Her enthusiasm grows from that point on, taking me oh so deep, bobbing her head faster and faster like sucking cock is literally her favorite thing ever while her fingers lower between her legs again to play with herself.

I'm jealous of all the other dicks that came before mine and all the guards who know how good Cass is at giving blow jobs. She's obviously done this plenty of times before to be so amazing at it. Even when she reaches down to squeeze the shit out of my balls, the edge of pain only makes the experience that much better.

"God, yes."

Finally able to command my body again, I reach down and grasp the back of her head to bring it forward, setting the pace. Her eyes stay locked on mine while I have to fight to keep them open so I can watch my dick slide in and out of her stretched lips. There's murder in them again, but she keeps sucking me down. I slam down her throat faster, harder, until tears leak from her eyes and, surprisingly enough, her nose nearly touches my pelvis. Her mouth is my new heaven, and even her grabbing my balls in a vice grip can't stop me from coming much longer.

"Oh, god. Swallow every drop like a good little slut," I warn her a second before I explode down her throat.

I can't help but notice that Cass doesn't make a sound, not a groan, or muffled moan the entire time even as her fingers keep moving between her legs. She doesn't give my extra-large cock a single gag which is a little disappointing.

What I wasn't expecting while I'm still shuddering, head thrown back, coming down from my euphoria, is the click of a phone taking a picture. I glance down to find Cass looking over at the device extended in her hand, memorializing this moment with my dick still buried in her mouth. She must have had the device tucked against her leg where I didn't notice it. Not that I care.

I'm not even pissed at the new evidence of what we just did, or when she twists my balls a little before letting them go and allowing my sated cock to slide out of her mouth.

"Thanks, cocktease," I tell her, patting the top of her head like a good dog. "I knew you would suck me dry like a pro."