64 - Trust

"And I look at Harley, and the billions of stars are in his eyes, and he's drinking them up, pouring them into his soul."

― Beth Revis, Across the Universe

. . .

XERXES CREED

"Xerxes."

"No."

"You're crushing me!"

"No, I'm not." I snuggled my face into her neck, pressing kisses on the various marks there. I put a little pressure on her ass and she winced. Her ass was red and blue today. Her thighs had marked as did her neck. She looked owned.

I pulled back a little to look at her and she narrowed her eyes at me. "You're going to kill me," she mumbled, trying to wiggle away.

I dropped a little of my weight on her and she whined, squirming. I chuckled into her ear, smirking as she shivered. I flipped us around and wrapped my arms around her waist. Zavier and Ashton were out now, at one of the clubs we had here. We were centered in New York but we had properties all over America.

My phone rang, I sat up with me in her arms and my cock brushed right on her pussy. She was wearing panties and a t-shirt. I liked her as less clothed as possible all the time.

She gasped as I attended the call, I didn't move her from where she was, letting my cock press on her pussy as I talked. I was too fucking hard.

"This better be good, Michael."

"I found out who broke your Little love's father. Three guesses who?" "Just tell me."

He sighed. "Daniver."

What the fuck was an art history professor doing breaking an artist out of a prison?

I took Olivia off me, pressing a kiss to her temple when she frowned up at me and walked out of the room, closing it behind me.

"Alarick is not the only one he has broken out," Michael said. "There are a few other prisoners, too. All of them broken out the same night and broken out in the same way. One of the other prisoners I met said 'it was a complete blackout and then someone spoke something in Russian. Cell doors opened

and people walked out. We couldn't see who had left. There were no sounds of struggling or anyone even doing anything about the blackout.' This is not child's play. The prisoners are still unsure about how many people are left. Every guard I interrogated chose death. Their family was threatened but one told me it was Daniver in exchange for keeping his family safe."

My jaw clenched. "There is more to it."

"I know. This is not the first time Daniver had done this, either. 'The skull' he's known as, apparently. How original. I checked a few files and almost all of the people who were broken out work for the Russians. They have a big fat Bratva tattoo."

"Daniver works for the Russians. He keeps the scandal down somehow. Olivia's father breaking out would have been the headline considering who his ex-wife's new husband is." Greedy grey-eyed politician. "He has resources of keeping shit silent."

"That he does." Michael hummed. "We have to find him. When will you three be back?"

I looked at Olivia's closed door. She felt lonely here which made sense. She was ours, she was supposed to stay with us. Not here in this house where she couldn't watch the rain because there was no window in her room. The Russian shitshow seemed to be neverending, I didn't want her to stop feeling whatever she felt for us. For me.

"I don't know," I told Michael. "I'll come back soon. Send the files of every prisoner Daniver had broken free."

"Alright."

I hung up and walked inside the room. She was laying over a million blankets she had in her bed. She was on her stomach, her bruised ass visible and her eyes were on her phone as she scrolled through whatever she scrolled through every day.

I grabbed her hips and turned her around. I pulled her panties to the side, exposing her sweet as fuck pussy, and devoured her.

She yelped in surprise and then melted into the bed, the phone falling from her hand as I licked up and down on her pussy. Her hands came to my hair.

"Arms above your head," I ordered. "They better not come down again, little girl."

"Y-Yes, daddy," her words were a breathless whisper as she held her arms above her head.

I didn't mess around, I attached my lips to her clit and sucked. Hard. She moaned loudly, her back arching up. I kept her spread for me by my hands which laid her thighs flat on the bed, exposing all of my breakfast for me. I licked her clit roughly, feeling her thighs stiffen under my hands. I dipped my tongue into her little hole, feeling high on the taste of her.

I spat on her pussy, growling lowly when she let out whimpers over whimpers, wiggling her hips like a needy whore.

"Beg." I pressed a kiss to her clit. "Beg daddy to make you pussy feel good, Little love."

Her mouth opened instantly. "Daddy p-please. I'm so close please...please..."

I spanked her pussy. She tried to move away, I spanked her there again. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her bottom lip trembling.

"Needy slut." I kissed her pussy. "I will show you what I do to needy sluts."

She gulped as I let go of her. I pulled my shirt over my head and then lowered my sweatpants. Her eyes fell on my cock and then widened. Smirking, I walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer. I took the nipple clamps out, which she loved, and gave them to her.

"Sit up and wear them for me."

She looked down at them as she sat up, at the butterflies which matched the ones on her ring. She looked uncertain as she blinked up at me.

"When given an order, Little love, you follow it or you get punished." I bent down to look her in the eye. "You think your ass can take more spankings, my love?"

She shook her head, biting her bottom lip. "N-no, daddy." "Wear them, then."

She did, whimpering as she did. The butterflies dangled from her nipples, brushing against her ribs as she suffered for me prettily.

After putting them on, she looked up at me, waiting for instructions. "Open your mouth."

She opened her mouth. I spat inside, pulling lightly on her camps. She gasped.

"Swallow."

She did. Her thighs were pressed together, her cheeks flushed as she looked up at me with so much trust that fucked me up.

I ran my thumb on her bottom lip. "You are the most interesting woman I've met." I kissed her. "And the most beautiful."

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