Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

I pinch my lips together. I can’t rat out my friends.

“I didn’t see him; I mean he didn’t see my ID.” I fumble my words. “It’s not his fault.”

“He didn’t check your ID?”

I shake my head. “No. Not mine.”

“Send him home for the week. Every person gets ID’d. I find one more fake ID in this place, he’s gone for good.” He hangs up.

“I’ll go.” I take a step toward the door, but he grabs my arm.

“Wait, what’s your name? Your real name.”

“Nicole.” I’m honest. What’s a name going to give him? Nothing.

“You’re a student at the college?”

“Freshman, yeah.”

He lets my arm go. “It’s not safe for you to leave on your own. It’s late.”

It was late when we arrived, nearly eleven. It’s probably close to midnight by now, and I still haven’t had a drink.

“I’ll take a cab.” The apartment I share with Staci is only half a mile away, a quick walk, but if it will get me out of here, I’ll pay the money for a damn cab.

“I’ll have someone drive you.” He pulls his phone out again. “I’d take you myself, but I have to finish up here.”

I smile again, feeling playful. “I can always wait.”

He laughs while tapping away on his phone. “No way. My brother is coming by soon, and if he sees you, I’ll have my ass in a sling.”

“Ah, big brother is always watching, huh?”

He shoves his phone back in his pocket again.

“I don’t need a ride,” I say.

“You do,” he says so in a firm tone.

“And if I say no?” I take a step toward him, suddenly wanting to feel the strength of his chest beneath my fingertips.

His mouth breaks into a wide grin. “Then maybe you’ll get that spanking I promised.”

A spark ignites inside of me, spreading heat through me. I’m quiet as I stare at him, trying to decide if he’s just playing with me or if he’s serious. And I’m not sure which I want at this moment.

His phone buzzes. “The car’s ready.”

“And it’s going to take me home?”

“Where else would it take you?” he asks, but there’s a hint of something more, something making my insides tingle.

“Maybe to yours?” I’m playing with fire here, I think, but I can’t seem to stop myself. There’s something dangerous about this man, something that makes him more appetizing.

“Give me your phone.” He puts his hand out.

I pull it out of my little bag for him.

He taps away on it, then his phone buzzes.

“There. Now you have my contact and I have yours. Nicole.”

I take my phone and put it away. Does that mean he’s going to call me, or I should call him? I’m not good at this flirting shit. I should pay more attention to Staci.

“All right.” I take my phone and put it away, not daring to look at it while he’s still watching me.

“I’ll see you later, Nicole,” he says and opens the door for me. A security guard stands there waiting for me.

I give him a quick glance over my shoulder as I pass him. “Yeah. Sure.”

I walk down the hall and through the front entrance of the club and outside to the town car waiting for me. The security guard opens the door for me and prompts me to give the driver my address.

Once the car pulls away from the club, I get my phone to text Staci and the girls about what happened. That’s when I see it.

Jakub Staszek

My heart drops three feet.

Maybe he won’t call. This was a weird night. A strange moment passing between two strange people. I’m an awkward flirt. He’ll forget about me within minutes.

A text notification beeps.

Your friends were looking for you. Both underage.

I’ll be over in an hour so we can discuss your dishonesty.

Seeing him again would be a really bad idea.

Horrible even.

Then maybe you’ll get that spanking I promised.

My belly tightens at the memory of his voice as he said those words.

One time wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Just once.

An hour after I make it home, the knocking on my front door begins.

As a second round starts, I slide the heavy bolt to the left and open the door. Jakub Staszek stands in my hallway, still wearing the same black shirt with the Musicbox logo embossed on the front. His jaw is set firm, and his eyes pin me to where I stand.

“You’re here,” I say softly. I hadn’t actually completely expected him to come over. Part of me hoped he’d been joking; the other part had downed an energy drink just in case.

“I said I’d be over.” He steps forward, gently nudging me into my apartment. He closes the door quietly and slides the bolt back in place.

“Look. I’m sorry about the club.” I fold my hands in front of me. All the bravery I’d put forth at the club is gone now. Either from exhaustion or from the reality there is no one here to save me if things get out of hand.

“Hmm.” He walks the periphery of my living room, stopping to look at a photograph here and there. “You’re sorry you snuck in my club or you’re sorry you left so soon?”

I swallow. “I got a text from my friends.”

He raises a dark eyebrow. “Your two nineteen-year-old friends?”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I try to smile, but there’s a darkness in his stare that stifles it. “Yeah. Those two. Thanks for not giving them trouble. Just letting them leave.”

He keeps silent as he moves closer, stopping just shy of touching me. “You lied to me, Nicole.”

“What was I supposed to do, help you track them down and kick them out? They’re my friends. I wasn’t going to do that to them.”

“I know.” He moves to my couch, sitting down on the middle cushion and resting his hands on his knees. Sitting in my apartment he seems so much larger than at his office. But in both places he exudes confidence. He’s in my apartment, but he looks as though he owns the place.

“Your loyalty kept them out of trouble. I did have to make them leave, and I did take their IDs, though.” He runs his hands up and down his thighs, like he’s warming them up.

“Oh.” I suppress a smile. “Too bad for them, I guess.” Staci and Devin have several IDs. In case one place did exactly as he did, they have backups. They’ll be fine.

“But your lying has put you in trouble.” He pats his knee. “And it’s time you paid the consequence.”

A nervous bubble rises up in my throat and I laugh. What other response should there be to such a crazy statement? “What?”

“I told you on strike three you’d get a spanking. You lied.” He levels me with his hard glare. “That’s strike three.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to just go over there and let you spank me. That’s insane. You’re insane.” I haven’t moved an inch though. I’m not opening the door and yelling at him to leave. I’m just standing here waiting to see what happens, waiting to see if this heat conjuring in my belly will stop.

“You were a bad girl tonight, Nicole. Come take your punishment.” He pats his knee again. “If you don’t, if I have to make you, I can’t make you feel good. I’ll have to leave you desperate and wanting.”

Everything he says makes my insides melt.

His eyebrows raise. “Do I need to count?”

No, counting would be bad.

I think.

With a little shake of my head, I walk over to the couch. Once I’m close enough, he reaches out and grabs my hand.

“It won’t be so bad, Nicole. I promise.” He winks, then with one quick tug has me drawn over his lap.

This is ridiculous and stupid, but I can’t seem to stop the trajectory of the moment. Instead of fighting him off, I grab a pillow and bury my face into it.

His hand rests over my ass. “Did you stay in this dress because I was coming over?” he asks while his fingertips play with the hem of the skirt.

My cheeks flame.

“I think I know the answer,” he says with a small chuckle. The skirt of the dress is pushed up over my hips, baring my ass to his inspection. It’s only now I realize I’d chosen the pink thong for tonight.

“This is a bad idea,” I say and start to climb off his lap, but he’s prepared for my change of mind. His arm clamps down around my waist, pinning me to him.

“No. Lying to me was a bad idea,” he says and his hand smacks into my bare ass cheek. I freeze at impact. Another strike lands, and the heat from it thaws my brain enough for me to try to wiggle free.

“Wait. Stop.” I try pushing off of him, but he’s not ready to stop yet. He peppers my ass with swats.

“Not just yet,” he says as he continues to lay down smacks evenly across both my cheeks. I clench my eyes, fist my hands, but it’s mortification that haunts me more. Why did I allow this? What sort of idiot am I?

Just when I’m about to lose my composure he stops. “See, that wasn’t so bad. You did good.” His fingertips trail over the thin strip of lace covering my sex. At some point, my leg slipped off his lap.

My panties are wet, I can sense it and I’m sure he can see it.

“You did real good, Nicole,” he says again as his finger finds my clit. He shifts his leg to grant himself easier access. “And good girls are rewarded.” His words are heavy, seductive, and there isn’t an inch of me that doesn’t want his touch right now.

The pad of his finger rubs my clit in circles, pushing hard then soft, then hard again. “Such a wet pussy,” he says, slipping his finger beneath the thin strip of panties. “I’m going to make you come like this, Nicole. Lying over my lap with a red ass.”

“I don’t…” My words trail off as he finds my clit again and my mind wanders away.

My thighs tighten, my stomach clenches. Everything coils tight ready to spring free.

“So responsive,” he says, but I get the feeling he’s not talking to me. “Come for me, Nicole. Be my good girl. Be good.” He rubs faster, harder, pinching my clit then repeating the action until my insides are wound so tight, I’m either going to explode or rip in two.

“That’s a good girl.” He lays his fingers flat against my clit and rubs, faster and faster.

“Oh, oh, oh.” I curl my toes, throw my face back into the pillow. One more flick and I’m gone. I cry into the pillow as my orgasm rips through me. I’m tearing in half from the force of it, but I don’t want it to end.

The last wave recedes, and I go slack over his lap. He gently pulls his hand from my panties, and carefully returns my skirt down around my ass. Taking his cue, I start to get up, but he pulls me back down into his lap and holds me.

His erect cock presses against me through his slacks, but he makes no move to pull it free.

“You need to get to bed. I need to get back to the club to meet with my brother.”

“You’re leaving?” I look up at him for the first time since he put me over his lap.

He smiles. “Only until tomorrow.”

But I had promised myself only once with Jakub Staszek. “Okay.”