He wasn’t a stranger to the reality of death or even the thought that he might be flirting with his own demise. The idea of his body sinking into those cold waters—unless he was buoyed by decomposition—filled him with a level of unanticipated dread.

  He was going to get through this. After this, if Todd kept trying to hold his debts over his head, he was going to disappear. He was better at vanishing than Todd, or the Santiagos were at finding people. He would disappear. He could live a very comfortable life based off of the various funds he’d established in different countries where money couldn’t be monitored well. Swiss bank accounts, money in the Caymans; more recently, transactions had happened in cyber currency, which was designed to be invisible and untraceable.

  If that bubble ever burst, he would lose a significant chunk of his retirement fund, but that was why he diversified. And didn’t throw out hard drives, like that one idiot. And in his estate planning was the password, in case his sister ever needed it. Invisible money was no good to anyone if you couldn’t actually get it.

  If the girl in the bathroom were useful, maybe he would even try to help her out. He’d see what happened. Either way, this was the last time he was operating as Todd Baker’s personal wetworks man. Enough was enough. He’d done three times the contracts they’d agreed would pay off his debt; that was enough interest even for a mob family.

  Then, there was the second thing that was frustrating him. He’d woken up that other morning, wanting a job or a girl. He’d gotten the job, in a way, and he’d put aside the longing for a girl. But kissing Piper early had reawakened the lust he’d put aside, big and fast. His cock was half hard in his slacks, and he was distracted by how very badly he wanted to fuck the girl. Jerking off wasn’t going to be enough, not like this. He was one more kiss—or one finger buried in her wet cunt—away from being so throbbing hard that he would struggle to be sated.

  He looked back at the bathroom and made a choice. If he was nice to this girl, she might think that she had a choice when he told her what to do. Better to make it clear from the beginning that he would tolerate no disobedience.

  The bathroom door opened; she came out smelling of toothpaste. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she was more composed.

  “Did our luggage come?” she asked. “I assume Todd put makeup in there, hopefully, the stuff I’d left at his place—”

  Damian moved lightning fast, burying his hand in the hair at the nape of her neck and snarling.

  “I don’t think I was clear enough in there,” he said, making sure his eyes were as cold and hard as he knew how to make them. “This isn’t a vacation for you. This isn’t you having fun with your girlfriends. This is you, doing exactly what I say, whenever I say it.”

  He backed her up until she was pressed against the wall. Her palms were flat against the wallpaper, and her eyes were wide. His free hand took her breast in a tight grip. She was wearing a bra because he felt the strap when he ran his thumb over the circle. It was a thin one though, not one of those molded bras that stood up on their own. That meant that when he dug his fingers into the flesh of her breast, he felt the sink of his fingers in the tissue.

  She cried out and squirmed; he let the weight of his body fall on her, pinning her to the wall. At the same time, he felt the small bud of her nipple tightening against his palm. She had reacted strongly when he’d kissed her harshly in the parking lot. Maybe she liked things a little rough.

  Well, that just gave him license to be even more brutal.

  “You’re going to be my personal whore for the next month, do you understand? You’re going to give me what I want, whenever I want it, and if I hear so much as a ‘but’ from you, then I’m going to whip your ass black and blue with my belt. If that doesn’t convince you to behave, it’ll be your tits next. Do you understand?”

  She nodded as best as she could with her hair gripped the way it was.

  “Say it.”

  “Y-yes.” She moved against him, but he didn’t think she was trying to get away.

  “You little slut,” he said, laughing to himself a little. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

  Her eyes darted to the side, and she didn’t answer. He let go of her breast and slapped her, hard enough to sting, though not so much that he would leave a mark on her pretty face.

  “Answer me, whore.”

  “Yes,” she said again, with a little more confidence.

  A pause, and then a mean little smile crossed her face.

  “It’s why I couldn’t take Todd anymore. He wouldn’t... take charge in the bedroom.”

  He read a world of meaning in those words, and he enjoyed it for a moment. He thought of reaching down to her cunt, dipping his fingers in her and making her taste just how wet he knew she was. But no, that wasn’t what he wanted right now.

  “Knees,” he said, pushing with his hand as he took a step back from her.

  Visible fear slipped back into her eyes again, but she knelt. His cock was achingly hard, and he worked his belt and his zipper without any hesitation. When he sprang free, her eyes went wider. He knew he was a big man, and he absolutely loved that moment when a woman looked at his dick and wondered, just for a second, how she was going to manage to take it.

  Piper wasn’t any different, and it made him even harder.

  He didn’t give her time to adjust, or plan, or anything like that.

  He grabbed a fistful of her hair and warned her: “I better not feel your fucking teeth.”

  He steadied himself with one hand and pushed her down onto him with the other.

  The warmth of her mouth surrounded him, and he groaned, biting back a curse. It had been too long since he’d fucked, too long since he’d been fucked. He had plenty of control, so he was nowhere near the edge, but he didn’t want to bother with control right now. Part of him was tempted by the idea of spurting in her mouth almost right away, getting that initial release, and then letting her see that he was still hard before he shoved her back up against the wall and fucked her. To be gentle, he would only take her cunt and not her ass.

  No. No, not this time.

  This time, he was going to make it last, so she would understand what she was going to be giving him. What she was going to do, in exchange for him keeping her safe. Because if he were on edge all the time, it would fuck both of them over; better to fuck her and enjoy himself.

  He groaned and thrust hard into her mouth, almost throwing her off balance before she steadied herself on her thighs. She was sucking him too gently, and it wasn’t enough. He used his fist in her hair to push her down as he shoved himself into her mouth. Her eyes were big and wide, and he saw tears forming in them, but he didn’t care.

  When he felt the back of her throat, he pushed harder. The way she’d whimpered with pleasure when he shoved her up against the wall before showed him that she was the kind of bitch who could take it, and happily. Or, at least, could take it. Her eyes went even wider, and then she felt him swallow, and every goddamn inch of him was slammed into her mouth, her lips all the way down to the very base of his cock.

  That was enough to almost make him lose control. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had his cock all the way down someone’s fucking throat.

  And it flipped some switch for her too. She’d been hesitant before, sucking him like a woman being forced into something she didn’t really want. He knew better, he could see in her eyes how much the fear was turning her on. But after that moment, after having his whole cock buried in her, she began to suck him more eagerly. She moaned, her lips moving up and down his shaft, her hand at the base, tight and giving little strokes so that when she didn’t take him quite as deeply, he was still wrapped up in her.

  Fuck, he loved that. He put a hand on the wall to brace himself, but he didn’t let go of her hair; there was no way he was letting her slow down, not when she was doing so well.

  “Hungry slut.” He hissed, and the tears that had been glistening in her eyes spilled over—but she sucked him twice as hard.

  He felt his balls tightening, and he clenched hard, holding off his release and enjoying her work for another moment—until the pressure of the impending orgasm made his vision start to blur. He yanked her off for one moment, enjoying her squeak of surprise.

  “I’m going to come,” he said, “and you’re going to swallow every drop. Hear me, bitch? If you spit a single dribble, I will gag your mouth so I can whip you until you’re screaming. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered, and she was shifting on her knees like she was desperate for just a little pressure on her clit so she could get off too.

  No...

  No, a girl like her was dreaming that his big thick cock was buried inside of her.

  He didn’t hold back for another second, just shoved his cock back inside her mouth and thrust twice as hard.

  7

  Piper fought back the tears as Damian stuffed his enormous cock into her mouth again. She’d never dated anyone so big and had never tried to suck anyone half so huge. She hadn’t thought cocks this big, ones she could barely fit her hand around, were real outside of porn. When he’d pushed past the back of her mouth into her throat, she’d thought she was going to choke on him—but it was making her so wet that she didn’t care.

  She was furious with her body for how she was reacting. He was forcing her into something she knew she didn’t want, and her body was boiling hot, desperate for release in a way that she’d never felt before. Sex had always been something she endured, believing that it could be better, should be better, without ever knowing how to make it better.

  But as he shoved into her mouth over and over, making her sloppy and slurping with her blow job, instead of the neat little things she’d learned to do with men who had smaller cocks, she was desperate to sneak a finger between her legs and rub her clit. She doubted it would take much to push her over the edge.

  How was she so close to coming when she wished desperately that she was anywhere else?

  When he pulled back, told her that she was going to swallow every drop of his cum, she forced herself to stay quiet, other than her whisper of yes. He didn’t wait, just pushed back into her. She felt how much more swollen he was, and with her hands on his thighs, she felt the big muscles there tightening as he prepared to let himself go. She wanted to shake her head, try and fight back, but he would just hold her down harder, and she’d have to take it anyway. This way, at least, she could keep from drowning.

  The only warning she got from him was a long, thick groan, and then he was spasming inside her mouth, rush after rush of hot cum, so fast she could barely swallow. She did though—forced herself to do what he’d demanded of her—and keeping her hand moving slowly around the base of his cock, gave him that last bit of pleasure.

  Even if she was being forced into something she didn’t want, she was going to make sure she did it well.

  He staggered for a moment, the grip on her hair loosening a little. His eyes were unfocused as he gazed down. Then he blinked, pulled free from her mouth, and gave her a light slap on the face.

  “Good fucking girl,” he said. “Don’t forget that you didn’t fight back.”

  His hand tightened in her hair again, and he pulled her to her feet. He shoved her until her back was against the wall, and then his hands dug under her skirt. His hand moved away from her hair so that he could grope her breast, digging in his fingers and pinching at her nipple.

  When his fingers found the elastic of her panties, fear slammed through her. Being shoved down on his cock to give him a messy blow job was one thing; this was another. His weight held her in place, and he was so much bigger than her that there was no chance of dislodging him—but that didn’t stop her from trying.

  She arched her back, trying to get enough leverage to shift the weight on her upper torso, where he’d focused it. But that just pushed her hips closer to his questing fingers. He slipped her panties to the side, as if they weren’t even there, and stroked her cunt with two fingers.

  She went wild, pushing at him with her hands, bucking her hips harder, pulling away from him, trying anything she could to get free. It was like shoving at a granite statue—and he hadn’t done up his pants. She saw his cock swelling again as she fought. He wasn’t—could he be hard again so soon? And if he could, what was that going to mean for her. She had a flash of how much it would hurt to take such a big, fat cock, and she found herself fighting even harder. She opened her mouth to scream, and then he slapped her again.

  “Don’t make a goddamn sound, you hear me?” His voice was calm and quiet in her ear.

  She went still. This wasn’t something that she was going to get out of—and what that meant, if she couldn’t.

  His fingers were on her lips, and he shoved them into her mouth, just like he’d done with his cock. She hadn’t thought of biting then, but she thought of it now. However, the fierce look in his eyes kept her from doing it. She had seen how cold he was before. She doubted that he would even think twice before... well, doing something horrible to her—she didn’t know what.

  “Suck,” he commanded, and she did before she wondered if she should.

  His fingers tasted—spicy, tangy, warm, and wet as hell. She realized what was happening just before he said it.

  “That’s how dripping wet your cunt is. Don’t fucking pretend you don’t want this.” He pulled back and grinned, though the expression didn’t warm up his eyes at all. “If you’re fighting because it turns you on, then, by all means, keep going. I love a girl who fights. But if you actually think you’re going to get away?”

  Another slap.

  “I told you. I need you here to do my job. And I will do what I need to do to make sure that it gets done. If that means drugging you throughout this, I’ll do it. If that means fucking you into submission every night, I’ll do that too.” The grin got a little wider. “Actually, that sounds fun. You want to know that you’re getting fucked every night, whether you want it or not, Piper?”

  Something about the way he said her name twisted the fear into something… darker and hungrier. She whimpered a little.

  “I see,” he said. “I like a girl who knows what she wants. And you’re a pretty girl. I’ll enjoy taking what you have to give. No matter how much you like me taking it.”

  And then his mouth was on hers, and his fingers were stroking her pussy through her panties again. She felt herself gushing, wanting so much more of this. His forcefulness, his pushing her to accept whatever he thought was best—it was turning her on until she was humping against his hand, hoping for a little more pressure on her clit.

  He stroked a single finger through her folds again, then pushed two inside of her. The stretch was shocking, but she was so sopping wet that it wasn’t hard for him to push them in deep, then drag them out with a little twisting motion that had her whining against his hard mouth. When he added a third, though, she felt stretched almost to the point of pain. She tried to pull away again, but his hand followed her, and he started thrusting harder as she started to cry again.

  “My cock is bigger than this,” he said, whispering in her ear again. “And you’re going to take that. You’re going to come on my cock, no matter how much you hate it, no matter how much you try to fight, because I want it. Do you understand?”

  Piper shook her head, hard. His fingers, forcing their way into her cunt, spreading and twisting, stretching her past where it hurt—she didn’t want this. She didn’t. She didn’t want to be fucked this way—there was a darker word for it—and the pleasure was gone; she was sure she couldn’t have come, no matter how he tried to work for her pleasure.

  Except she did want this. Somewhere in her head, she did want this, to be treated like this, because she was still gushing on his hand, soaking him, and she felt pleasure swirling through her, eager and desperate and unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

  He didn’t slap her this time, which surprised her. Instead, he just made a sad clucking sound of disappointment.

  “Shame. If you’d been a good girl, I would have fucked you like a pretty thing. Instead?” He looked around.

  There wasn’t much in the cabin, even though she was pretty sure it was a luxury cabin. It was the size of a smallish hotel suite, which seemed pretty fancy for a boat.

  He pulled his hand free. Her cunt made the most disgusting squelching sound as he did, but she didn’t have time to worry about it. He shoved her over to the bed, and she fell on it. She started to roll over onto her back, but he flipped up her skirt and gave her ass a huge slap. She cried out for the first time, then crammed her own fist into her mouth. He’d said to be quiet, not to make a sound. She had to—if she didn’t do what he said, she didn’t know what would happen.

  “You stay where I put you,” he said.

  She did, her torso lying on the bed, her feet on the floor. The slap on her ass stung like a thousand tiny needle pricks. She could imagine his handprint there, bright red, where anyone could see it. Evidence of what had been done to her. What she’d accepted.

  He took the pillows from the head of the bed, made a little pile at the foot of it, then picked her up again by her hair and shoved her down, her hips raised up by the pillows. She heard his jeans hit the floor and felt him pull her underwear down past her knees.

  “There,” he said, and those three fingers plunged into her again.

  There was more room for him to move now, and as he spiraled them inside of her, she felt that hot pleasure twist through her again, making her gasp and push back against his hand.

  He slapped her ass again, and she turned her face into the mattress to muffle the cry.

  “You’re not fighting to get away now, are you?”