Playing with the Enemy

“You here alone?”“What if I am?”“Wanna head over to that corner? It's empty,” the young man replied, leaning close to my ear.I leaned back, eyeing him. I did a quick assessment: $100,000 watch, $5,000 haircut, $300,000 suit.“Sure,” I commented with a smile. Loudly. The club was packed tonight, and the music was blaring.I moved in front of him, directly to the spot he had indicated with a nod. I turned to face him as he approached. He was tall. My height, maybe taller.He was slouching and glancing around. I knew the look.He stepped up to me, then moved to face the wall. I stopped him.“Ummm, I usually do that,” I stated casually, keeping my tone friendly. The kid looked like he needed a friend, and I needed a little fun myself; I didn’t want to scare him away.“Ah. Oh…can you…switch tonight?” he asked, his eyes trembling slightly. Even in the dimness of the room, with the flashing neon strobe lights, his eyes were bright.He was younger than me, but of age.I was safe.“Nah,” I

My phone buzzed and I almost ripped my pocket pulling it out.I stared at it. Marcus Sullivan, my keeper, my prisoner. The man my mind recalled in the face of that bastard.It was the first Monday of the quarter. I knew the drill.We've been doing it for seven years. I didn't need reminders, but he sent them anyway.I wanted to go to him immediately. That's how irritated I was. I wanted him to do what he did so well – fuck me blind, deaf, and dumb.The man was a beast, both in bed and out of it. Mafia kingpin, five years running. I'd been waiting for someone to take him out, free me from his hold, but right now, I wanted him inside me.My phone squeaked in my hand, and I loosened my grip, exhaling long and low through my nostrils as I leaned on my car with one hand.It's not like I couldn't walk away from the client and his sons, but I needed to get out of the hole I had dug for myself thirteen years ago.Thirteen!I had kept track, kept score, thirteen fucking years of clawing back t

My secretary was deep throating me and clamping so hard, I knew she wanted me to finish quickly. It was almost noon, I had a meeting in five minutes, and… she was a really good secretary.I shuddered. She swallowed. My head was tilted back as I swallowed air into my lungs; not because I was ecstatic, but because a different face and mouth were in my mind’s eye, and I didn't want to sully it.I exhaled, pulling my pants up and standing straight, as I pushed off the edge of my desk. My secretary got off her knees, wiping her lips, picking up the folder she had come in with for my signature.She glanced back, sultry, as she headed to the door. I winked at her. She smiled and swayed her slender hips out, leaving my door open.I went to my private bathroom to clean up. I pulled out my still hard cock and stared at it. I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror over the gold-trimmed sink surrounded by various grooming and cleaning products, and a few other special items, but those were in

My mind ran back to Marcus.==========For six weeks, after his ‘claim’ on me, the man didn't come by, and nobody else touched me.Hell, nobody called for me to drink with them. I lost my tips; my regulars wouldn't even look me in the eye.After a full year, all my hard work was lost.Then, he came, but he didn't send for me. I was livid. I stormed out of the club, screaming in the back alley, into the night air.“You really should look into taking anger management classes,” a deep voice droned.I spun around.“You…you…”“Breathe, just breathe first, then use your words,” he continued, but he wasn’t being condescending or snarky, or even rude. He was being…patient.“What game are you playing?” I snarled. “I can't get any work because of you, I don't –”He whipped out a credit card.I glanced at it, then at him.“What?” I rumbled, suspicion heavy in my tone as my brow rose.“Money, right

“You!” I shot at him but couldn’t form any other words.His pupils were dilated, a small grunt escaped his lips, and I couldn't wait. I didn't care. His fucking shower was over.I went down and swallowed him. All the way, all at once.He shuddered, but I didn't stop.You want to play with me? I cursed at him in my mind as my dick spilled so much juice, I thought my brain was leaking out from between my legs.I was so fucking hard. I thought I would come from sucking him off. The more I sucked on Marcus, the tighter my balls became.I wanted him inside me, I wanted him to fill me up, but first I had to punish him for messing with me, when he knew what I needed.Long fingers stroked my wet hair, and I opened my eyes.He was gazing down at me with an expression that made my heart bleed. Only Marcus, in this world, made me remember that I had such an organ.I let him slip out of my mouth as I held his gaze.H