Surrender To Me

DANTE

I spent most of the morning thinking about her. She has a powerful grip on my mind. I barely listened during the meeting I had with Sal. My gaze was on her the entire time. There’s something about the way she whipped her hair out of her face as she spoke to her friend. Her good friend if Sal was a reliable source. According to him, he was sure Jesse wasn’t part of the theft and that Corina had acted alone, but I don’t know. There was something in the way they spoke to each other; not like two friends who hadn’t seen each other in days, but more of two people in on a secret. I couldn’t tell what they were talking about and I wish I could. That compulsivity to know what’s on her conniving mind, what she’s thinking, is what made me call her up for lunch.

The simple black dress looked scandalous on her more than any other woman who’s ever worn it. The moment she walked in, I wanted to rip it off her, throw her on this table and have her for lunch instead. That’s when I realized the tax she has on my mind. And my pocket. She had to pay for one. And surprisingly, she comes up with a way to pay for both.

When she suggests becoming basically my fuck doll to repay me, I almost dropped the fork in my hand. Which brings us to now. Where I am still in a bit of a shock at what she just said. She shouldn’t know that I’ve been thinking about nothing else but her, so as casually as I can, I say, “Really?” And pick up a fork and knife and cut into the steak like we are having a mundane business meeting. “And how exactly would we go about this arrangement?”

She looks up to the ceiling, thinking, and then says, “We could put a price on the services and deduct them.”

“A price tag?”

“Let’s say, five hundred for a blow job, two thousand for a full sexual act, and five thousand for any… risque stuff.”

“That’s a hefty price tag.”

“That’s the going rate for the usual arrangement like this. A man like you should be used to prices like this.” Every time I think I have her figured out, again she surprises me. She reminds me of the fast women of this town. It brings a bitter taste in my mouth. Unlike what she thinks, I don’t pay for services. I wonder if she’s ever made offers like this. If she has, she must be a pro then. Her proposition should repel me, but instead I am relishing at the prospect of enjoying her bedroom skills. The boner I had when she came in has only gotten harder.

“What makes you think you’re worth it?”

“I know you have a thing for me.” That’s an understatement. My groin is tight at the moment and focusing on her words and not her tits is difficult. “Is that so?”

“You know I’m right. You can fuck me whenever, wherever, however, as payback. And in turn, I get rid of my debt.”

My earlier image of ripping her dress comes rushing back. If something is being offered, I might as well. Her beautiful body, all to myself, is a very tempting offer. I unashamedly undress her with my gaze and she stares back with steely confidence. It’s arousing. “I can’t just go into a contract without being aware of what I’m buying.”

“Does that mean you agree?”

“Not until I taste the package.”

“That’s fair. What do you want me to do?”

“Suck my dick.”

Her face falters, but only slightly. She recovers quickly and gets up from her chair and walks around the table to stand in between me and the table. She gets to her knees and her hands move to my groin. My cock is already hard and a small smile, or is it a smirk, flashes across her face when she sees my tenting pants.

Slowly, she unbuckles the belt and unzips my fly. My cock springs out hard and heavy. She looks up at my eyes, then she takes hold of it. Her soft hands feel good on me. I bite a moan. The knowledge that I’ve been playing this very image in my mind ever since I first laid eyes on her is not something she should have.

Corina strokes it slowly, a little too slowly, as if she’s getting acquainted with me. She dips her head and the second her sweet tongue laps the head; my vision falters and my head falls back as I let her take me in her mouth. Holy shit, she feels so good. Her tongue strokes my cock as she sucks it like a piston. It takes all my strength not to grab her head and shove my cock down her throat. A groan escapes me as she works the shaft. She is so good every thought escapes and nothing but her mouth and its sweet wonders are all that occupy my mind.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Just when I’m so close to coming, I open my eyes and look down. Her dress is hiked to her waist and her free hand is deep inside her panties. The act is arousing to her. I don’t know, but it makes it even hotter. An odd feeling enters. I want to please her just as she’s pleasing me. Without thinking further, I grab her head and remove my cock from her mouth. She looks surprised and is about to say something, but I grab her by the waist and place her on top of the table. I pinch my cock to slow down the release, then I rip her panties off her. She lets out a little scream and I catch it with a kiss. I can taste myself on her. It’s oddly erotic. My hands are all over her. Her breasts, which I wish were free, her waist, her butter soft thighs and down to her wet center.

“Fuck,” I moan inside her mouth. She moans in return as I play with her clit. I let go of her lips, open her thighs, and kneel to the floor. Her sweet pussy is only inches away from my mouth. I lick her lips and elicit another moan from her. She tastes as good as I expected. Even better. Her fragrance is so intoxicating I can’t stop licking, lapping, and sucking her clit. She’s now thrashing on the table, so close to coming. I’m on the edge and so is she.

I get up while stroking my cock as I stroke her clit and line my cock with her pussy. Even though I’m dying to, I do not enter her. Not yet anyway. Instead, I brush my cock against her pussy and watch her as she moans. She’s so close. She gets up to her elbows to watch. I know. The sight is erotic. The first burst of cum splashes on her pussy and Corina bites her hand to muffle her orgasm. Another spurt of cum covers her clit and another on the top her pussy and the final one across her thighs. Holy shit. She’s like a work of art. I want to capture it. I rush over to my desk, grab my phone and go over to her and take a picture.

“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly. Memories. A souvenir. But I can’t tell her that. There’s a soft breathlessness in her voice that makes me want to kiss her. “Collateral,” I grunt. When I’m done, I throw the phone onto the table next to her. “For our new agreement.”

“I won’t renege.”

“I can’t trust a thief.”

She puffs. “Of course.”

“Now, get off my table and clean yourself.” I nod to the door on the left behind me. “Bathroom’s that way.”

Whatever orgasm afterglow she had is hastening away. Her usual cynical mask replaces her smile as she slips off the table. “You’re a piece of shit,” she says, walking away.

“Careful. You don’t want me changing my mind.” I can’t help it. She gave me the best blowjob ever, and she’s currently rocking my world on its axis. Assholeness is the only thing I can grab on to.

I make quick work of cleaning up myself and righting the office while she’s in the bathroom. By the time she comes out, I’m sitting behind my desk and have gotten some of my self-control back. Or at the very least, the veneer of it.

“Where’s my underwear?” She looks around and under the boardroom table.

“They’re ruined. You can go back to work without them. Every time you feel air brushing your clit, I want you to think of what brought you to that state.”

She glares at me and then gives me the middle finger. I howl with laughter as I watch her strut out. She doesn’t need to know that I have them in my drawer and might stroke myself with them later. I’m still under the haze of the amazing blowjob I received earlier when the next meeting comes along. Nico and Rico are here and they’re updating me on their meeting with a new arms dealer they’ve found. It’s difficult to concentrate. Between replaying the earlier encounter, details slip in and out. One thing is true about Corina; she’s amazing. There is an artlessness about her that makes me doubt if she’s a pro, but she did it with such enthusiasm that over and above compensated for any lack of experience. No wonder that exboyfriend of hers went a little crazy after they broke up. From the new information Sal gave me, she was right. They broke up, but her boyfriend had been stalking her without her knowledge. I make a mental note to put a stop to that.

Which makes me wonder if she truly is Saccone’s plant. And if she’s not, then it’s someone I don’t yet know. There was also a third option, but it’s impossible based on the current information. Whatever she is, whoever she is, I’m going to make sure I enjoy every bit of her. Come to think of it, fucking her until I’m tired of her would be the perfect revenge.

“Are you even listening?” I look away from the window to Rico. He seems a little pissed off. “Yes I am. You found a Tuscan willing to sell us guns.”

“What’s got your attention? You’re rarely this scatterbrained,” Nico says.

“Nothing. I was listening.” Something outside the window catches my gaze and I turn back to it. My gaze zones in on Corina. Her table is full, and she looks professional as she sits straight and deals cards. She looks like an ice princess. Stoic and unapproachable. You wouldn’t think she came apart on the table across the room.

Nico’s gaze follows mine. “Oh. Now I see why you’ve been obsessed with watching over your empire lately. It’s not the empire you’re concerned with, it’s the princess in the middle.”

“Is there anything else? How much ammo are we going to get?”

“Are you sure you two aren’t together? Everything else says otherwise.”

“No. The ammo?”

Nico mumbles something under his breath, but returns to the topic of the meeting. I try to wipe her away from my mind and concentrate. “I trust you’re on top of this. Is the guy reliable?”

Rico nods. “Vannucci. He’s Dad’s old friend. His business has been struggling for some time, but he’s got it back on track.”

“Silva was Dad’s friend. Besides we can’t merge with Vannucci. He’s an enemy.” Vannucci is an old friend turned enemy of Dad. They fought over territory which Dad won resulting in Vannucci going back to Italy a wounded puppy.

“True. But this guy needs us more than we do him. But you’re right we shouldn’t trust him so he proposed a way to seal the deal.”

“Which is?”

“One of us marry his daughter.”

“I hope you didn’t suggest I will agree to such a thing.”

“No. But he liked the idea of Gio being his son in law.”

Well, that throws a wrench into things. I can’t imagine Gio sacrificing his independence and love for women for an arranged marriage. “What does Gio think about it?” “He’s down,” Nico says.

“Gio?”

They both nod. “We were as surprised as you,” Nico says,

“but I think Gio and the daughter might have some history.”

If that’s the case, we’ll get more than enough ammo, according to Nico, which is good. I need to retaliate for what they did to Colin. I can’t just let that go. Silva had territory in this city that have been under our protection for a while. Drugs and gambling go well together and our relationship was going well so far. We protected his racket; he provided ammunition at a discount via his contacts. His move to Saccone is going to be one of the worst decisions he’s ever made.

“Do we still have our men in Rio?” I ask.

Rico is the one who replies. “There’s the hitman you once hired. He’s reliable, and he’s still there.”

“Let’s go with him.”

“Who are we going to hit?”

“Silva.”

Nico whistles. “That would be an outright declaration of war.”

“That’s the point. He came after me. He has to pay the price.”

“It might be difficult. He could be protected, since he knows we’re coming.”

“Not according to our guy,” Rico jumps in. “I asked him to keep tabs just in case we choose to do something and it seems like Silva is not hiding.”

“He’s underestimating us. He thinks since father died and you’re now the head of the family, you’re weak. He probably thinks Saccone is about to take over our business.”

“Being underestimated is good. That way, your enemies will never see you coming. Tell your man to get on with it.

And tell him we’ll pay him double his normal rate.” “All right,” Rico says.

“It’s about time we show those people not to mess with us,” Nico says.

He’s right. Showing weakness ends with us being dead. I know this is how father would do it. Silva was his long-time friend, but he threatened his son. Dad would never let something like that go. It’s sad, because I liked the guy. But in this world, friends turn into enemies like a switch and that’s just how business goes. Still, we will be exposed without him. This new guy better put up if we’re going to counter Saccone.

“So, did you speak to the old man?”

“Yeah. He agreed to the deal. He’s more than eager to load off his problematic daughter and let her be someone else’s headache. The wedding is on.” “And you’re sure Gio is fine with this?” They both shrug.

“I wonder why he’s willing to marry her?”

“I mean, she’s hot, but I hear she’s more than a handful. I would rather die than be shackled to her, from what I’ve learned about her.”

“Either way,” I say, “marriage means we have a powerful alliance. That’s something.”

“It’s still not enough,” Rico says. “Their numbers are dwindling and their business, while resuscitated, is still small.”

Nico sighs. “Thank you for the resounding positivity, Rico.” “Just stating the facts.”

I hope the facts change in our favor in time, or all of this will be over. The business. The empire. The family. Thinking about what’s at stake was making me stressed. I whip out my phone and instinctually go to the tracking app. She’s still in the casino at her table. Good. I tell myself that it’s just a general check in and not a need for another round with her.

Fuck it. Who cares? It’s what she suggested, after all. I send her a text.