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It’s time.
I raise the belt in the air, bringing it down with a loud crack. She cries out, her voice high and soft as the leather meets the widest part of her ass. I enjoy my time, each stroke of my leather belt over her ass easing a bit of my tension away. Every blushing red mark that rises on her creamy skin allows the anger to slowly melt away.
When I’m satisfied with my work, I let the leather sit on her skin for a moment, then slowly drag it across her till the end hits the floor.
“Hold your hands behind your head the entire time. Touch me and I stop.” I grab her ass cheeks, digging my fingers into the rising welts from my belt, loving the sound of her breath hissing as she sucks it between her teeth. I inhale her sweet, musky scent.
Beautiful, womanly, but not exactly what I crave. Still, I move on, moving my tongue over the slickness of her sex. Her taste is the same. Wonderful but not fully mine. She could be anyone. It doesn’t matter. Her body is just a vessel I use to settle my mind. A stranger.
I demand their submission. In return, they clear my head. As well as receiving my massive cash payment and generous tip.
She keeps her hands behind her head, her breaths coming faster as I bring her to climax. I am, after all, a gentleman. I’ll tease, delay, withhold. But I’ll never, ever leave a lady without first pleasuring her.
Afterward, I leave as quickly as possible, making my exit through the glass doors onto the terrace, then back through the living room. She stays in the bedroom as instructed. In the hallway, I waste no time calling the agency.
“The girl? Put her at the top of my list. I want her the next time I call.”
She looks so much like her.
A few more sessions and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be freed of this obsession.
I leave the hotel, a hint of hope in my chest as I slide into the back seat of the waiting car.
I’m almost certain I’ve finally found a cure.
two
5:00 p.m., the evening of Savage’s meeting with the three heads of the family and a drinks thing Paisley’s supposed to show her face at.
Paisley
If I’m going to make it, I have to leave… now. I’m known for showing up five… okay, more like ten minutes late everywhere I go but not this time. It’s too important. I gotta make like our family’s private jet and take off.
Like. Right. Now.
Dashing to my closet, I kneel down, digging around for something I can throw on my shoulders and run through the woods with. I grab my old high school backpack, the pink one with the butterflies. The one Pippa regularly made fun of me for owning.
The thought makes a tight pain burn through my chest. I pull back my hand from the bag like it’s been bitten. I reach for a black leather bag instead. But why should I get to forget? I go back to the pink butterfly and grab the bag.
I fly around my room, throwing the most crucial items into the bag.
Black sports bra. Black volleyball shorts. Black hoodie.
No, let me throw the hoodie on so I have more room in the bag. It’ll be chilly in the woods. I slip the black sweatshirt over my head, pushing my arms through the sleeves. I dig through the bottom of my closet, grabbing my sneakers. I tug them on, tying them up tight. Just one more thing I need. I dig through the discarded dirty clothes that missed my hamper.
My heart hammers harder in my chest as I search.
Where is it?
I wore this pale blue sweater last week. My hand grabs the soft cotton, tossing it to the side, exposing the corner of a black shoebox. Just in time! The most important thing for my trip.
My candy stash.
If you have siblings, you know—gotta hide the candy. I toss a red-and-green gummy worm in my mouth. I need to go, now, and I’m stuffing my face with sugar. The green end of the worm hangs from my lips as I ask myself, “Is this why I’m always late?”
As I stuff crinkly bags of gummies in my bag, I play the game Pippa and I used to play sometimes to poke fun at ourselves, mimicking a gameshow host from an old dating game my mom loved to watch old episodes of.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Paisley is a twenty-year-old virgin who will, tomorrow, turn twenty-one, officially an adult woman in the eyes of the Bachman family and ready to fulfill her role in securing the future of the family through marriage to the elusive yet ridiculously gorgeous Giovanni Russo of the Italian underground crime family, the Russos.”
