Authors: Margaret McHeyzer
“Do you like to watch, Senator?”
“More than you know.”
Moving my fingers over my clit I start to circle it, I flick it and the feeling’s almost to much. I enter my middle finger into my wet slit and slowly I push it in as far as it goes, I bring my finger out and slide in two fingers curling them up and hitting my wall. In and out, then deeper in and out, bringing my other hand up I start to circle my clit as my legs fall open wider, I roll my hips grinding harder against my own hand. I watch as Jeremy’s eyes haven’t left me, he uncrosses his legs and sits forward in his chair. This is where I know I have him.
I stop fucking my fingers and take them out of me, I bring one up to my mouth. I circle my lips with the wetness from my fingers and Jeremy’s mouth falls open to an ‘O’ and starts panting. He stands up and takes his sleep pants off. He grabs his cock in his hand and starts stroking it, tip to base, up and down. One finger goes into my mouth as I wrap my lips around it licking my own dripping tasty desire, and my other hand continues the punishing rhythm of my own pleasure.
“Fuck,” Jeremy moans. One hand sliding up and down his shaft, squeezing, fondling and rubbing. He stops and spreads the cum from around the head with his thumb, his other hand cups his balls and clasps them as he watches me suck my arousal while still grinding into my hand. “Stop Frankie,” immediately I stop and bring my hands above my head. “On your knees, Darling, come and suck me hard.” Without delay I get off the bed and drop to my knees in front of Jeremy. I open my mouth and he guides his cock straight into my parted lips. I go to grip his thick member but he stops me, “Just use your fuckable mouth.” I drop my hands by my side and take him all in. I relax my throat and guide him as far in as he can go. “That’s what I want.” He groans. I slowly skim my teeth the length of his member and when I get to the head I swirl my tongue around it. His sweet and salty cum drips from his head, I lap it up and pull away. “I want more,” Jeremy says as he looks down to me. I smile in a small wicked way and duck my head down and suck on his balls. He roughly grips my hair and pulls me towards him as his breath is raggedly leaving his body. I can feel my slit growing wetter with every corrupt sound that leaves his body. Jeremy pulls my head back and boldly pushes his cock deep into my mouth. I continue sucking him as he begins to thrusts up, using me for his own pleasure. Abruptly he stops and steps back, he must have been close to coming. “Back on the bed,” his commanding voice instructs me. Once he extends his hand to help me up and I’m on the bed, Jeremy strolls over to me, he opens the top draw of the nightstand and brings two sets of handcuffs out. He places the key next to the night light.
“Grip the slats on the headboard, Darling.”
I hold onto them and Jeremy slips the cuffs onto my wrists. I try to move my arms, but no, these are real and definitely sturdy. They bite into my wrists a little but the burn’s quite pleasing and satisfying.
Jeremy leans onto the bed and moves between my legs. He pushes them as far open as they can go and kneels between them. With just his pointer finger he starts running a line down my body, it begins on my nose and when he gets to my mouth I open up and he pushes it in. I suck on it until he moans and then pulls it out, I graze my teeth over the pad of his finger as it leaves my mouth. Jeremy smiles as he exhales a low grumble. His liquid silver eyes watch as my own scream out carnal desire wanting more of him on me
and in me
. His touch continues down my chin, down my neck and stops at the valley between my breasts. My body’s on fire, roaring out to have more than his finger tormenting me. His barely there touch starts circling my nipple on my right breast; without breaking skin contact he moves it over to my left nipple, circling it as meticulously as he did the other. Jeremy begins the journey south again and stops at my navel, curving around once, then twice then three times. I buck my hips up and want more, need more than the almost non-existent touches he’s giving me.
“Jeremy,” I sigh.
“What is it, Darling, do you want me to stop?”
“Yes, no, yes,
no
.
”
“I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
I groan and relax against the firm mattress. He continues in the same gentle deliberate direction he was moving in before. He skims down my slit and traces his finger down to my thigh, zig zagging across my thigh and tracing the contours of my knee.
This is pure hell and torture and pleasure and raw and fucking electric, all rolled into one frenzied sensation
“Do you feel alive, Darling? Can you feel your heart beating? Can you feel the blood pumping through your body? I could feel it while your mouth was fucking my cock.”
Jeremy’s words cause a reaction where all my senses heighten at once, my heart thrums, my skin burns with want, my mind finds a sensual place I don’t believe it’s ever been to before.
“Just feel me, feel the touch, feel the heat, feel the desire.” I close my eyes as my neck and shoulders completely loosen up. I hear the rip of the foil, I listen to Jeremy’s breath hitch as I let the passion take over my body.
As Jeremy slides into me,
he lifts my hips to meet him; I rotate my hips in small circles bringing Jeremy’s cock deeper inside me. Gripping the slats in the head board, Jeremy’s thick cock slides in and out of me, his pace slow, hungry and ardent. The fire already building within, starts to spread and I continue to move my hips causing friction where our bodies join as one. Jeremy continues to slowly slide in and out, not speeding up, not wanting this aphrodisiac feeling to ever stop, I know he’s feeling it because my own body’s reaction is the same. I bring my arse up higher and Jeremy hits the spot that I need touched.
His stride quickens, my body burns, his hands painfully grip, my skin explodes in heat, his fingers dig right into my flesh, my breath intensifies, he holds his breath, I combust, he roars.
Jeremy let’s go of my body and collapses on top of me. He lays kisses on my already sensitive and swollen lips, his tongue sweetly playing with mine.
“I think you made up for our first time, Senator.”
“I hope you’re not tired, I want you back on your knees in the shower, Darling,” he reaches over to the table gets the key and unlocks the cuffs. He sits up and pulls me to into a sitting position, rubbing my wrists tenderly, bringing his mouth to them and placing delicate kisses to the red line that encircles them.
The next hour’s spent in Jeremy’s huge shower. We wash each other’s bodies, slow strokes, barely there touches, mouths tasting every part that had been forgotten. On my knees I took Jeremy in my mouth and on my knees Jeremy forcefully grabbed my head and fucked my mouth until he came and I licked every last drop.
That night Jeremy fell asleep with our arms and legs entwined together.
That night Jeremy whispered
‘I never knew I needed you’
while he was sleeping.
That night I vowed to myself not fall for this amazing man.
Chapter 12
The heat in the room’s causing me to stir, but there's also Eye of the Tiger screaming from my phone. G must be checking in, but I'm sure Marko would’ve told him where I am, hell security would’ve told him where I am. The phone stops ringing but within a few seconds, it starts again. My eyes are now opening and my body has that delicious worn and used feeling to it. The feeling that it’s been worshiped, licked, sucked and most definitely fucked into oblivion. I stretch my arms up over my head and listen to Eye of the Tiger keep playing the same thirty second tune. When I don't answer the call by the fourth ring, I hear a pounding downstairs at the front door; Jeremy’s still out of it and doesn't hear a damn thing that's happening.
I best answer G, or he may send the entire security detail in here to make sure I’m okay. Finding a tee shirt in the bed side drawers, I pull it over my head and go to find my phone. Just as I go to call G, he calls me again.
"G, what's so damn urgent?"
"Get home, Frankie, we've got a major fucking issue." Instantly the hairs on my neck and arms stand to attention as my back straightens and my shoulders pull back.
"What sort of issue are we talking about, G?"
"We got bombed."
"What the fuck did you say?" My voice has elevated and in turn has woken Jeremy. "Bombed? What the fuck?"
"Just get home, Frankie, we need to decide a course of action."
"I’ll be there soon."
Jeremy's arms wrap me in a tight embrace from behind as he moves my hair off my shoulder and starts kissing the nape of my neck, but I push away from him.
"Not now, Jeremy, I’ve got some shit happening and I gotta go."
"How can I help?"
"You can't, Senator, this isn't a matter that you can step into and fix." I’m looking for my clothes and shoes but can't find a shoe. "You got shorts or boxers I can borrow?"
Jeremy goes to a drawer and pulls out mesh running shorts, throwing them at me.
"What can I do, Darling?" He’s definitely insistent.
"Fuck me, Jeremy, are you fucking dense? This is Family Business, not Senator business. There's nothing for you to do. Alright? Fuck." I look him over and roll my eyes, clearly pissed off.
Jeremy leaves the room completely silent. I don't see him when I leave and I certainly don't hear from him on the way back home.
Marko’s in the limo waiting for me when I emerge from Jeremy's house, with no words or instructions to him he simply starts driving home. I don't ask Marko anything about the bombing because I suspect he wouldn't know.
When we reach home, everything from the outside looks normal, other than the extra security G must have put in place.
When I get to the front door, G swings it open and steps aside. He takes in my attire and lifts both his eyebrows at me.
"Good night, Frankie?"
"Let's just say the boy redeemed himself."
"What happened with
the mother
?" G growls out the last two words.
"She's a piece of shit, G, doesn't give a damn about Jeremy, she didn't hide the fact that she’s going to keep pursuing this until we pay her. But we're not giving her a damn cent." I look around the house and go towards my office. G follows intently as I look around. "What bombing are you talking about, G?"
"Moonrise. Early this morning. Hit with Molotov cocktails."
"The fuck?" My mouth falls open.
"Three through the front windows. The Chef was out the back preparing for the day. She called it through to me. I called it through to you."
"Have you got any suspicions, G?" I take a deep breath.
"Now that you told me about the mother, I think it’s her."
We both sit down, me in my office chair, G, in the chair opposite me, he swings one leg up over the other, resting his ankle on his knee and reclines back.
"I doubt it, I think she'll come at us head on. The cocktails were a warning. Have we had any issues with other families that I may not know about?"
"Frankie, we got nothing going on with anyone. Boston's ours, no word on anyone trying to force us out of anything."
"Christine alright?"
"Who the fuck’s Christine?"
"The chef, G."
"Yeah just shaken, she's not hurt."
"Let’s go access the damage." We both stand and start walking out of my office.
"Um, you may want to change out of that, Frankie."
I look down and see I’m still in The Senator’s clothes.
"I’ll be back in a minute." Running upstairs, I throw on jeans, a tee shirt and runners.
Once we start heading towards the restaurant, G starts his speculations.
"I think it’s someone out to hurt us, Frank."
"Clearly, you sure there's no word on the street, no issues? I mean this shit doesn’t come out of nowhere?"
"Fuck me, your ear is as close to the ground as mine. Have you heard anything?"
I shake my head no and turn to look out the window. Marko pulls up near the restaurant, it’s taped off and there's no front to the restaurant. I mean, there’s a huge hole where there should be doors and windows. Just looking at it from outside I notice the buildings on either side have sustained little damage, this was definitely a deliberate attack on my restaurant and on me.
"Step up security at the brothels and at all the refuges and make sure none of the runners do any work on their own." I instruct G as he’s already got his phone out giving very clear instructions.
The police are here and the chief walks over to us as we make the necessary arrangements to protect everything else we have. Chief Robert Simmons is on my take and one of my best informants.
"Frankie, what the hell’s going on here?" Robert asks in hushed tones.
"If I had a damn idea, we wouldn't be standing here discussing it, I’d be taking care of it."
"Look I need to warn you about something." Robert puts his hand to my lower back and leads me away from ears that may be listening. Robert’s in his late fifties, completely bald, wears glasses and is a little on the pudgy side. His third wife took him to the cleaners when they got divorced and his first wife took him for child support. His second wife died in a car accident and was the only decent one out of all three women. Robert now gives us information that we at times require, in exchange for a tidy amount of money that neither his first or third wife can extract from him. "Last night we had a few of the runners from the other side turn up dead. Not your crew, but Miloni's gang."
Peter Miloni, another pain in the arse. His family and my family were tight growing up, until Peter's father, Peter Senior decided to screw my father over and try to take our business. A few words, some bullets, and a limp later, Peter Senior declared war on our family.
He couldn’t just leave it alone.
Dad killed Peter Senior soon after the declaration, but his son has always vowed to take what we've worked for.
"Get me a sit down with Miloni," I whisper to G.
"If his crew’s turning up dead, Frankie, he may not be the one who targeted you," G’s clearly worried about all this bullshit, too.