To capture and keep, p.10
To Capture and Keep, page 10
“Something about your ladies wanting to start off their week right.” Murphey yawned. “Remind me again why you insist on calling me every morning you have an early class to bitch about how early it is when you know I’m still in bed?”
“Because if I’m going to suffer through being up before the fucking sun then so are you.”
“I’m not going to answer the phone next time.”
“Liar,” Alaska laughed. “You’ve said that nearly every time I call you and you always answer the phone.”
“I pretty sure it’s because you’ve trained me to do so.”
“That’s a whole issue on its own.”
“No! You want to know what my issue is?” Rustling of fabric indicated that Murphey was sitting up in bed. “You are not going to believe what Alvise did.”
“Well, are you going to tell me or keep me in suspense?”
“I had to get untangled from my sheets.”
Alaska stopped listening when she went to unlock the door. Her key fit perfectly, but there was no need for it since the glass was missing completely from the door.
“Can you believe he actually said that?”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.”
“What the hell?” Murphey yelled dramatically. “I just babbled for far longer than the story actually took to tell, and you tell me you didn’t listen. I’m hurt.”
“I’m sorry. I’m a little distracted.” She stepped through the broken door. “I think someone broke into my studio.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, considering I could just walk through the door without opening it, I think it’s safe to say someone broke in.”
Alaska looked around the massive room that housed her business. Frames were broken and scattered across the floor, yoga mats torn and thrown all over the place. Candles, blocks and towels were broken and scattered about. Her beautiful red brick walls were covered in spray paint of various colors.
“Wait, you walked into a building, that was clearly, at the very least, vandalized, with no back up, and no weapon in case, you know, the person is still there?”
“Um,” she looked around her as she moved deeper into the building, her shoes crunching on the glass. “I didn’t think of that.”
“You didn’t think of that?” Murphey’s voice was a few octaves higher than usual. “Yeah, that’s not going to fly with the very protective man who you know, has decided to protect you from all things.”
“Then it’s a good thing no one has jumped out to murder me. Fuck!”
“What? What happened?”
“Sorry,” Alaska picked up her foot and look at the puddle of water under her feet. “They dumped all the massive jugs I have in the back room for the water cooler. There’s water everywhere.”
“Alaska! I thought someone had decided to murder you!”
“I said I was sorry.”
“For giving me a heart attack? You should be.”
“Yeah, I think I have to call the cops.” Alaska looked around the room.
“You think? Oh, my God. I can’t with you. Hang up the phone and call the cops. If I don’t hear from you in twenty minutes, I’m calling the emergency line and telling them you were murdered.”
When the line went dead, she pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it. “Well, that was rude.”
“So, when was the last time you were here before it was vandalized?” the officer asked when he looked up from the notepad in his hand.
“Saturday morning, about eleven,” Alaska replied.
“And everything was normal?”
“Yeah, I taught my class, locked the door and went home.”
“The door was locked when you left?” The officer questioned as he gestured toward the door.
“Yeah, it still is. I stepped through the broken door when I went in.”
“So, you’ve been inside?”
“Yes, sir. I was on auto pilot,” Alaska stated, looking toward the still broken door.
“Auto pilot has you stepping through busted up doors?”
“Well, when you say it like that it sounds stupid.”
“Because it was stupid.”
Joey’s voice had Alaska jumping the slightest bit.
“Glad you said it,” the officer stated with a sigh.
“Hey!” Alaska looked between the two men. “I’m right here.”
“We know,” Joey stated calmly before turning to the uniformed man and holding out his hand. “I’m Joey Rossi.”
“Officer Maveric.”
After they shook hands, Joey turned to the building. “Do you know what happened?”
“Honestly, it looks like a bunch of kids got a wild hair up their ass.” Officer Maveric looked to Alaska. “Excuse my language.”
“You sure that’s what it is?” Joey asked, not giving Alaska a chance to tell the officer she wasn’t some delicate flower that was going to be hurt by a curse word.
“Is there a reason to think it would be something else?”
“No. Just overly worried, you know?” Joey threw his arm over Alaska’s shoulder.
“I get that.”
“Wait a minute.” Alaska shrugged his arm from her shoulder and turned to the man. “How did you even know what was going on? I didn’t call you.”
“I know, a lapse in judgement that I don’t appreciate.” Joey’s tone of voice didn’t change any, but the sideways glance he shot her made it perfectly clear how unhappy he was.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Alaska crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t call you.”
“No, but you also didn’t call Murphey back and she ran right to me at the twenty-one minute mark.” Joey’s brow moved toward his hairline.
“I swear to God, she’s such a drama queen.” Alaska looked to the sky. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
“Not a big deal? They broke into your studio and vandalized it.” Joey looked to the building. “They could have been in there still.”
“Now you sound like Murphey,” Alaska rolled her eyes.
“Um,” the officer cut into their bickering. “I think we’re done here. If you want a physical copy of the police report, you can stop at the station in a couple of days. We’ll forward one on to your insurance company. In the meantime, if I were you, I’d take all the photos you can, and send them to your insurance company to fast track the process as much as possible.”
“Thank you, officer.” Joey shook his hand one more time.
“No problem. If you need anything else, give me a call.”
As soon as the officer was gone, Alaska turned on Joey. “You are the most overbearing, butt faced miscreant I have ever known.”
“And you,” he crowded her space. “You should have called me the second you hung up the phone with Murphey.”
“I called the cops.”
“You should have called me,” Joey reiterated.
“What would you have done that the cops couldn’t?”
“Well, I would have been here to protect you long before the cops arrived.”
“What did I need protected from?” Alaska shook her head. “You heard the officer, it was probably just some dumb, bored teens.”
Pulling in a deep breath, he looked to the sky. “You are eating up the very little patience I have very quickly.”
“It’s a good thing I have to get to work then, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean, get to work?”
“Taking pictures, cleaning up the mess they created and the water before it ruins my flooring.” Alaska started to move toward the building, but was stopped when he grabbed her upper arm.
“I already have a crew coming. They’ll handle the pictures for insurance, get the mess cleaned up and hire another crew if any repairs are needed.”
“Wait, what?”
“I have a cleaning crew coming and they have orders to take care of everything,” Joey explained like it was nothing.
“I can’t afford any of that until I get a pay out from the insurance company.”
“I know.”
“Then why the hell did you call a crew to clean if you knew I couldn’t afford them?” Alaska asked, frustration clear in her voice.
“You’re not paying them. I am.”
“Oh, so I am your whore.”
“Excuse me?” Joey growled cupping her chin in his hand.
“You willing to announce our relationship to the world? Well, your world?”
“We’ve already had this conversation.”
“Then I stick with what I said.” Alaska reached up and tapped his nose with each word. “I’m your whore.”
“Say you’re a whore one more time. I dare you. And if you boop my fucking nose again, I’ll bend your ass over right here for God and everyone to see.”
“What else am I if not your secret whore?” A squeal escaped as he fisted her hair and pulled her into the building.
“I’m done with you disrespecting what is mine.” Joey pulled her through the main room, through the giant puddle of water and into the small office in the back.
She allowed him to bend her over the desk before she voiced her protest. “Oh, so when it gives you a reason to beat my ass, I’m yours. Any other time, I’m simply the person you fuck like, well, a common whore.”
His hand rained a volley of swats down on her up turned ass.
“I’m not allowed to call myself a whore, but you can treat me like one. I get it now.”
Alaska was roughly pulled from her bent position, her throat grabbed and pushed forcibly against the wall. He tightened his hold on her neck for a few moments before relaxing it once more and leaning in for a kiss.
It was a hard, deep kiss that pulled the breath from her lungs and left her wobbly when he moved away, nipping and kissing his way up her jawline. When he got to her ear, he bit down on her lobe and started to growl his displeasure.
“You are not a whore unless I’m calling you that as I’m pounding into your pussy.” He pushed his hand into the front of her leggings and ran his finger over the seam of her sex, pushing past her lips the slightest bit to brush her bundle of nerves. “Or I have you on your knees sucking my cock into the back of your throat.” He pulled his finger from her core and brought it to her lips. “Suck.”
She did as she was told. More than happy to be told what to do. The taste of her essence on his flesh had her core clenching.
“That’s my good little whore,” Joey whispered as he ran the tip of his tongue along her jawline. When the shiver wracked her body, he stepped away with a smirk. “Don’t hate being my whore as much as you thought you did, do you?
“That was a dirty trick.”
“Not at dirty as this one. On your knees, now.”
With all the grace her multiple sessions of yoga a day allotted her, Alaska fell to her knees. Her core spasmed with the possibilities of the position.
“Lift your shirt.” When she did so without hesitation, exposing the sports bra below, he shook his head. “Bra too.” As soon as her breasts were bared to the room, he moved forward, tweaking both of her pebbled peeks roughly before working the zipper of his jeans down. “You forced my hand. Pushed me to react to you disrespecting my girl so you are not permitted to come. Instead, you’ll suck my cock like the fucking whore you call yourself, because no one but me gets to degrade you.”
Alaska watched as he stroked himself a few times, his thumb rubbing over the purple head. She loved watching him ready himself for her. It was a tiny power trip for her before he tore all the control away.
“Open.”
Her mouth fell open and she watched as he moved forward, her eyes going to his when she could no longer focus on his dick.
“You’re to look at me the whole time,” Joey commanded as he grabbed a handful of her hair. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Using her chin to open her mouth, he pushed his cock past her lips. He started off with short strokes, letting her focus on the head, but he soon started pushing more and more into her mouth. Bumping the back of her throat.
She moaned around his shaft, enjoying the feel of his hand tightening slightly in her hair. The only tell he had that told her just how much she was affecting him.
Joey tweaked a nipple roughly. “You’re not in charge here.” He seated himself further into her waiting mouth, blocking her ability to take in air. “I’m in charge and every time I even think you’re trying to take a little bit of control, I’m going to take away your oxygen.”
When he pulled back over so slightly, she sucked in as much air as she could before he pushed forward again.
“I control this. I’m in charge and if I want to end you here and now, there is nothing you can do about it.” He pulled back and started thrusting, his head falling back. “You’re going to swallow every fucking drop, do you understand?”
Her nod was interrupted by a knock on the door. When she reached to right her shirt her hands were quickly slapped away.
“Did I tell you to cover yourself?”
A small whimper escaped from around his cock.
“Seems like we’ve had a change of plans. Hands at your side. Do not move them. Who is it?”
“Alvise.”
Joey smiled down at her before he spoke. “I want your eyes on him. I want you to see how he reacts to seeing you on your knees, breast on display and sucking my cock like a good fucking whore. Come in!”
Alaska melted as her core flexed. Her cheeks flashed red, she had to hold some of the fabric of her yoga pants to keep from moving her hands and she watched as the door swung open.
“The cleaning crew is here,” Alvise said, sparing her only the briefest of glances before turning to his friend and shutting the door behind him.
“You told them to get photos first?” Joey asked, thrusting a little rougher into her mouth, forcing her boobs to bounce a bit.
“Of course,” Alvise leaned against her desk.
“Good, then we have time.” Joey pulled his shaft from her mouth, a string of drool still connecting his appendage to her lips. “Tell him why I’m fucking your mouth.”
“Um,” Alaska looked to Joey and immediately earned herself a sharp slap to her cheek. Fuck! A moan actually fell from her lips.
“Now,” Joey ordered. “Tell him what you did to earn my displeasure.”
“I called myself a whore, sir.”
“So now he’s treating you like one?” Alvise asked, disappointment clear on his face.
“Yes, sir.” It took everything she had not to look away.
“Does she look the part?” Joey asked, pushing his cock back into her mouth.
“I don’t know, I don’t think you’re fucking her mouth hard enough for punishment. You want the dentist to see the bruising of her soft pallet at the back of her throat when she goes to get her teeth cleaned the next time.”
“Like this?” Joey nodded at him to come over to them as he pushed as far into her orifice as possible.
When Alvise didn’t even hesitate to crouch in front of her, only inches from her and the shaft she was currently choking on, she shifted her legs.
“Slap her thigh,” Joey commanded harshly.
Alvise’s slap was rough and quick. “He told you that you were not allowed pleasure, didn’t he?”
Her only answer was to pull in a breath when Joey pulled back, beginning his rhythmic thrusting once again.
“May I?” Alvise asked, gesturing to her breast without taking his eyes off her.
“Of course. Any objections from you?” Joey questioned as he pulled his shaft from her mouth and fisted it.
“No, Sir.”
Alvise’s touch was different from Joey’s. Joey tended to focus on her nipples, twisting and pulling on the nubs. Alvise cupped them, feeling the weight in his hand. When he did twist a nipple, it was enough to bring her up on her knees and have a plea falling from her lips.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I know.” A nod of Joey’s head had Alvise slapping the side of her breast. “Beg for it. Beg for me to come on you. To spend my seed on your face and chest.” Another slap landed on her breast. “Do it. He won’t stop hitting you until you do.”
“Please,” Alaska felt dirty saying it, but then again, she supposed that was the whole point. “Please, Sir. Use me. Come on me.”
“The rest of it,” Joey demanded stroking his shaft more vigorously as Alvise slapped her twice more.
“Use me. Come on my chest because I don’t deserve it anywhere else,” Alaska didn’t have to say the rest before his warm seed spilled onto her flesh. The stringy essence spurting shot after shot onto her chest and chin.
“Now.” It was Joey’s turn to squat in front of her. “You’re not a whore. You’re my whore, but never a whore. Alvise?”
Smirking, the man in question wiped the bit of seaman that had landed on his hand onto her belly and stood. “Cleaning crew should have started by now. They’ve been given explicit instructions.”
The both of them turned away from her as Joey adjusted himself and put his dick back into his pants.
Alaska knelt there, unmoving, waiting to be told what to do next. Hoping against hope that someone, anyone at this point was going to fuck her. God knew it wasn’t going to take much to finish her off.
“Alaska,” Joey called to her as he set a handkerchief on the desk. “Get cleaned up and meet me out front. Alvise will drive your car to my house. Murphey is waiting for us. Oh, and Farfallina?
“Yes, Sir?”
“No coming again until I say your punishment is over.”
Chapter Fifteen
As soon as Alaska peeled off to go to Murphey’s room, Joey stalked to his office. “I want a meeting with Antonio, now. No! I want a meeting with him fucking yesterday.”
“I’ve already called Gio and he says his father will be here within the hour,” Alvise replied as he followed him into the office, shutting the door behind them.
Joey stormed to the liquor cabinet in the corner of the room and poured himself two fingers of the brown liquid. Tossing it back, he savored the burn as it glided down his throat before he thumped the tumbler back down and poured another. He took it to his desk and settled into his chair, this one would be sipped. “Tell me I’m overreacting. That I’m wrong. That tearing off Carlo’s head and shitting down his throat would be the worst fucking idea I’ve ever had.”
