She grabbed my hand and we linked our fingers in each other's, her squeezing my hand hard as I led us to the elevator. Once we were in the elevator, we watched the manager unlock a little compartment below the button panel. It was a special button with a b for basement on it. The manager pushed the button while the rest of us anxiously waited for the elevator to move. When the elevator doors opened again, I asked the manager, "Where's the bathroom?" Following his directions, I pulled Stacy along behind me. "I guess I'll just go and mingle," Ken called after us. "Go team."By the time we got to the bathroom, Stacy was pale. I could feel her trembling next to me as her hand shook in mine. First, I locked the door behind us. Then, I let go of her hand and checked all the stalls to make sure they were empty. Finally, I went back to her and stopped her pacing by laying my hands on her shoulders and bringing her to a halt in front of the mirror. "I'm sorry, I can't do this. Scott, don'
Scott and I had what felt like less than thirty seconds to meet up with Kenny, who had found Willow throwing up in the bathroom, before we were discovered. "Stay with Willow. Lay low. Find a different way out of here and then text it to me and whatever you do, don't come up to us until the time is right," Scott had said to Kenny. "Incoming," I said, spotting Don Marcus and Luca at a poker table not too far away. Both of them here threw me for a loop. One was bad enough as it is, but both kof them? It was an uncommon and unfortunate occurrence. They had spotted us too. Luca and I made eye contact as he whispered to the two big hulks now headed our way. "How will I know when the time is right?" asked a nervous Kenny. "Trust me, you'll know. Now go," said Scott, seamlessly turning away from Kenny just as Luca's men approached us. "Don Marcus wants to talk," said one of the big guys, hands behind his back. "Lead the way," said Scott, his voice almost chipper. If his heart was beat
Scott and I had what felt like less than thirty seconds to meet up with Kenny, who had found Willow throwing up in the bathroom, before we were discovered. "Stay with Willow. Lay low. Find a different way out of here and then text it to me and whatever you do, don't come up to us until the time is right," Scott had said to Kenny. "Incoming," I said, spotting Don Marcus and Luca at a poker table not too far away. Both of them here threw me for a loop. One was bad enough as it is, but both kof them? It was an uncommon and unfortunate occurrence. They had spotted us too. Luca and I made eye contact as he whispered to the two big hulks now headed our way. "How will I know when the time is right?" asked a nervous Kenny. "Trust me, you'll know. Now go," said Scott, seamlessly turning away from Kenny just as Luca's men approached us. "Don Marcus wants to talk," said one of the big guys, hands behind his back. "Lead the way," said Scott, his voice almost chipper. If his heart was beat
I had no doubt that my face had the same question written all over it. I almost fell out of my chair. His misplaced confidence was making me sweat and I didn't like where this was going at all. "What? I read too. Mostly books with pictures in them, but I do read," Scott said, looking at me. I wanted to strangle him where he sat. "I'm no expert, of course, but then I don't need to be because the silent auction happening up front tells the story. You're businessmen at the end of the day. Who in their right minds from amongst all your rich clients would buy from you again if you sold them a forgery? The art in this room must be worth hundreds of millions of dollars," said Scott. "Don Cattaneo, excuse my friend. He majored in art," I said with a hiss, but the don was already out of his chair."Who is this kid, a narc? Get him out of my hotel," Don Marcus thundered. Luca, ever the cool customer, motioned for his men to back off, then for his father to sit down. "Imagine if, hypothetic
The adrenaline was fading fast and I was exhausted. Thoughts of how very wrong this afternoon could have gone flooded my head. Lucky for me, however, I wasn't left alone with my thoughts for too long after being escorted to a precinct along with everyone else caught in the raid. "Care to explain what you were doing in an underground casino, hanging around known members of the mafia, with over 800 million dollars' worth of stolen art in it?" the fed asked. "Look, agent whoever you are, no I don't have mafia ties. I'm not your big whale. I did not engage in any illegal activities. I'm a wedding photographer, that's how basic I am. Also, you're welcome. If it weren't for me tipping my dad off, your bust would have been a bust. How long have you people been planning this raid? Based on how long you dragged your feet before you actually showed up, they still somehow almost one upped you, didn't they? Badge number J638493. If you want me to say another word, that's who I'll talk to," I sai
And it was the worst thing I could have done. The worst part? I was such a fucked up mess that if I went home tonight and she was there waiting for me, I would likely do more. "So I did. Strictly platonic, don't marry some other guy/I might die kisses. Do those really even count?" I said, my pulse climbing as I waited to hear her answer. Why the fuck did I say some other guy, like I wanted her to marry me instead? "Well they did to me. Everything that's happened over the last two days… I don't do stuff like that. You're not just anyone," she said and I could have cried, because it was everything I wanted to hear and everything I didn't. "You know what? I met my dad at the precinct and he wants to have dinner. I might just crash at his place," I said, hating every word. I could feel her hopes dash despite her not saying a word, but I couldn't be around her right now. "Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Sure. Tomorrow." With that, I ended the call and changed my destinat
"To Scott working for Vogue, bitches," I said with a proud beam, as we held our coffee cups in the air. I was so excited for him when I first heard the news that I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. I had done the same thing thousands of other times when he made progress in his career as a photographer. This was the first time I needed space to recover and get my pulse under control. Things were definitely different now. I found myself wondering if I should be here, waiting for him like this. It's not like I really had a choice, what with me not having a place to stay anymore, but it was more than that. I stayed because I wanted to know that he was okay after seeing his father. "I still don't know if I'm going to do it," he said, deep in thought about the call he got on his way home this morning. "It's nice to be considered, but a fashion magazine is not really my thing.""It's Vogue. The Vogue. All I heard was that my roommate has a stable job. To no more paying th
"Luca sent me. This is for you. Well, all of it is," said Jenny, handing me an envelope, before spreading her arm out towards the room filled with roses. "He can't take a hint," said Scott. I heard him take a deep breath. If Scott wasn't seeing red before, he certainly was now. He snatched the envelope out of my hands. I snatched it back. "Don't be a jerk," I said, not wanting him to get even more ticked off by whatever was in the envelope. "Well? Aren't you going to open it?" Jenny asked, slicing the tension between Scott and I with her voice. "Yes Stace, open it," Scott insisted. "Maybe later. We should get to packing," I said, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. "It's the deed to the apartment," said an excited Jenny, clapping her hands together. "And an invitation to Don Cattaneo's wake."My fingers fumbled over each other as I opened the envelope, needing to see it to believe it. Sure enough, inside I found the deed to my apartment and an invitation to the wake. Buying me
I thought about what she said as I followed her into the house. She wasn't entirely wrong. The secret she was keeping pissed me off, but I figured we were even on that front. It was nothing compared to the pain I saw in her eyes since Rome. I couldn't fix what was happening in her head. I couldn't make it better for her. I couldn't take the pain away and it killed me. I feel so fucking powerless. Tell me baby, what can I do? When I got into the kitchen, she brought me an ice pack and laid it down on my jaw. I watched her do it without protest. This game wasn't fun anymore. Baby, the pain in your eyes is killing me. Let me in. Even if it's not pretty and there's nothing I can do. Even if we both hate it. Please just talk to me. She took my hand, put it on the ice pack and let go, turning her back on me. Just as I was getting up the nerve to tell her she was right, that not knowing how to help her was fucking with me, she spun back around, her eyes still blazing. "Do you stil
Only I couldn't argue with her anymore. Not after being inside her again. Not after snuggling up to her after I came inside her because I knew she needed to be held post fuck. Not knowing we had to talk about how we wound up in bed together this morning when we hadn't fucked since the hotel in Rome. So after ten minutes of holding her, I slipped out of bed and left. I needed time to think things through.I thought about what happened before the sex as I went for a run. I walked in on her watching a Tiktok made by Marlene and Kenny announcing their wedding date and immediately came down on her hard."What the fuck are you doing? You're brilliant, Stace. You know better than to check in on our past lives," I yelled at her."I fucking hate that," she yelled back, raising her voice as she turned enraged eyes on me. "So I check in on people sometimes. That's your best friend and he's going to get married without us. I'm
It's been two weeks since the incident in the hotel suite in Rome. We just got to Prague. We moved every two weeks now. The fixer told Stacy it was just a precaution, like I told him to. He wanted us to be moving constantly, but I knew my brilliant girlfriend was already suspicious and I needed more time to think. The only real leverage that we had were the ledgers. Stacy was in no place to go there though. She still hadn't come back from what happened in Rome. What would recreating even one of those things cost her? And even if she did do it, what then? She clearly didn't trust the feds. How else was I supposed to keep her safe from the fucking mafia? This morning was a welcome distraction from the paranoia and fear. Stacy fucked me. I mean she really went to town on my dick. Her pussy must be magical or something, because she fucking blew my mind every time I stuck my dick into it. My fingers were buried to the hilt in her ass as I fingered it and she rode me reverse cowgirl. I d
Yes, I fucked her. And yes, once we got going, it felt amazing while it was happening. Especially when the relief on her face turned to pleasure. I got as caught up in the moment as I always did with her. Now that she was lying next to me in my arms fast asleep though, it wasn't just the guilt destroying my peace of mind. When the sexathons started back in New York, I absolutely loved it. Being inside her wasn't exactly some big sacrifice on my part. I felt like I was catching up on enjoying myself after being starved from the pleasure I was supposed to feel for seven years. After we fucked, we fooled around in bed. We laughed and talked. There was this unmistakable bubble of intimacy surrounding us while she debated if she was ready to hit the books or wanted to make me hard again. I never gave fucking her again the next day a second thought. Tonight was different. Right after the sex, despite her being in my arms, I felt so far away from her. We did
"Baby, tell me what's wrong," I said, taking my first step towards her. She was faster than me though, aggressively throwing herself at me. Before I knew it, she had her arms around me and started kissing me. "Let's go again," she said, her unsteady voice allowing me a peek into what's been going on with her. I took her hand and led her to the bathroom, peeling both of our robes off before opening the cold water tap and taking her to stand under the shower head. By this point, she was hyperventilating and her eyes were disorientated. "Talk to me," I begged, like I should have in the first place instead of telling her to see a fucking therapist. She shook her head, holding her hand to her chest as she took deep breaths and said, "I don't want to talk." Ready to do what it took to make her point, she kissed me again, her hand wrapping around the dick that just came out of her ass. "What are you using the typewriter
I lost all self control and drove into her hard and fast, unable to help myself. "You should have let me treat you like my princess. Now I am going to fuck you like the whore you're being," I said, pounding her ass for all I was worth. "Do it, please fuck me like a whore," she begged even as pain and pleasure mixed on her face. I was beyond turned on and finally gave in to what she wanted, grabbing ahold of her swinging breasts and letting go completely as I drilled into her ass."Let me hear your voice baby," I begged, delirious with pleasure, no longer paying attention to her comfort the way I was in the beginning. "Don't stop. Make me come again. I'm so close," she said through whimpers. I pulled together what little restraint I had left, grabbed the bullet on her clit and turned it up to the highest setting. "I love you baby, so much. Come for me," I said to her, just as my own orgasm knocked the wind out of my
I knew my hang up wasn't rational. She should get to do whatever she wanted to herself and yet I couldn't stop the envy. Even of her pleasuring herself. "Are you touching my pussy without permission, whore?" I asked, my jealousy getting the better of me as I thrust into her with force. Her whole body jerked forward and she yelped, immediately making me regret it and slow back down. I couldn't stop myself from pumping into her if I tried though. For fuck's sake, this wasn't my first time in someone's ass. I should have her drooling all over the sheets by now. What the fuck was wrong with me? "You're inside me too often for me to get the chance," she said, licking her lips, her lustful eyes flickering open to meet mine in the mirror. Knowing what was coming, I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as I squeezed them painfully hard. My eyes flickered between the visual of my dick going in and out of he
It had been two months of us being in Europe. We were in France for about six weeks before the fixer moved us to Rome. I was bummed about giving up my job at the art gallery. It kept me sane that first month, but I didn't need it nearly as much anymore. I was so caught up in being between my girlfriend's legs that letting it go didn't matter the way it would have in the beginning. When the fixer offered us replacement jobs Stacy declined, saying she wanted some time together, just the two of us, to explore Rome. Being the pussy whipped idiot that I was, I just went with it, because that's what I did these days. Think with my dick. What she really meant was she wanted time to fuck. Since the exhibition, we went at it constantly. I knew it for the red flag that it was, but it had been weeks of not touching her and I was only a man. One desperately in love with her at that. When she walked into the room in next to nothing or one of my shirts or my personal favorite, nothing at all, m
And that's how we ended up here, with my dick up her ass. I spent weeks preparing her for this night, finger fucking her ass, starting her off with just my pinky. My little whore wasn't satisfied with this of course, so we had to get creative and explore positions that would let me fuck her pussy while I fingered her ass. I tried to do everything right to make this special for her. I took her to dinner and made sure she stuck to just one glass of wine so she could relax, but not be too wasted to follow through. I got her her favorite flowers. Booked a hotel suite fitted with wall to wall mirrors so I could watch her the whole time to make sure I wasn't hurting her. I made sure plenty of lube was involved and spoke to her constantly as I fed her ass my dick. Not even the excitement of finally being all the way inside her tight ass incident free was enough to make me less nervous. Not her though. She was all bubbly and excited, completely at ease on all fours before me. "How are you d