Chapter 42

This is your freedom we’re talking about here, Tiara’s inner self told her as she contemplated whether to have sex with the gang leader sitting behind the desk or not. He’d made it clear in no uncertain terms that he wanted to fuck her, so why was she hesitating?

Dare, the name whispered into her subconscious. It would be another betrayal if she slept with another guy while still in a relationship with her billionaire boyfriend. How will she explain this away? That she had no other choice? That she was forced? What exactly can justify her reasons for cheating on him now?

What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, the devil in her said cleverly. You don’t have to tell him about everything that happened here. He doesn’t need to know the details.

That’s true, she thought, reasoning with her wild side. I don’t have to say shit to anybody, and that evil Mama J isn’t here to rat me out. Besides, this giant of a man doesn’t seem like one who would kiss and tell.

“I’m waiting,” came the deep voice of her new captor. “When you’re done debating with yourself, you can go ahead and show me what you got.”

Tiara felt even more naked now that she knew that this man could see through her and know what she was thinking. He could tell that she was struggling with her decision to get down and dirty with him, and he appeared to be enjoying her mild discomfort. It was as if he was daring her, trying to see how far she would go to regain her freedom. His unspoken challenge ignited a spark inside of her. Without music or any other sound besides the rhythm of her heartbeat, Tiara began to dance sensually.

Dancing was something that came to her easily because it was a way for her to relax and have a great time, but today, at this very moment, it was going to be her escape from reality. She would dance as if she was in the presence of a king who was about to grant her her biggest wish—freedom.

She moved from side to side, arms in the air, her long fingers tracing invincible lines above her head. She loosened her long braids and let them fall over her face and shoulders as she began to move slowly, like a lioness stalking her prey. She continued to sway, dip, rise and twirl like an artful ballerina. From the corner of her eye, she could see Deep Voice shifting in his seat. He flung one leg over the arm of his chair, and a small part of her rejoiced when she saw that he was aroused. Another part of her dreaded what might come after her dance was over.

Tiara took her dance to a whole new level when she pounced on the scantily occupied desk, startling her audience a little with the unexpected turn in her sexy dance routine. His surprise gave way to amusement as his lips turned up in a smile. Up close, Tiara could see that the guy wasn’t such a bad-looking fellow. A little rough around the edges, but not ugly.

She laid on top of the desk and started another version of her sensual dance, this time, she writhed and gyrated on the table as if she was on fire. She then positioned herself in front of him with her legs spread out wide, revealing her intimate parts to him. Her clean shaved pussy was getting moist in the middle because she was getting turned on despite the life-threatening situation she’d found herself in. It was like getting excited even in the face of death. Tiara cupped her mound of womanhood and stroked it up and down until she moaned, she then slid a finger inside to work herself feverishly while her other hand squeezed one of her perfectly rounded boobs.

While watching her performance, Deep Voice undid the fly of his pants without taking his eyes off her and freed his large cock. Tiara wasn’t surprised to see what he was packing, because how could a man be this big and not have something massive between his legs to show for it? And as fate would have it, Tiara was a big fan of massive dicks. My luck, she thought naughtily and licked her lips in anticipation. And I hope he knows how to use it too.

Deep Voice licked his fingers and then used them to stroke his long shaft as he watched Tiara do her thing in front of him on his desk. He’d fucked many women on that same desk, but he had a feeling that this one would be different because this chick was crazy—the good kind of crazy. She continued to moan and writhe on the table, finger-fucking herself furiously until she came all over her hand. It was then that he decided his time had come to show her what stuff he was made of.

He stood up and shifted his pants low, leaving them to hang around his hips, then he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him till her butt was suspended in the air. He began to rub the tip of his cock over her clitoris, driving her insane with pleasure. Tiara couldn’t believe that her body could feel so much pleasure under the circumstances. I must be insane, she told herself in her mind. How can I enjoy having sex with a man who might kill me on a whim?

But on the flip side, this was better than getting raped. At least she was in control of the situation to an extent. She was the one who had suggested that they have sex, in the first instance, so it’s not like it was his idea or that he forced her to do it. This was her show, and she was damn well within her rights to enjoy it. Might as well get a good fuck in before you die, she told herself and almost laughed out loud at the ridiculous thought.

The deep voice continued to stroke her nub with his large shaft, moaning deeply inside his throat. He held her in place with one hand and found one of her boobs with the other hand, kneading it like dough. Tiara pushed her chest forward, encouraging him to continue fondling her breast. He shifted her back onto the desk fully before leaning forward to take her breast inside his mouth. Unlike what she was used to, he didn’t just suck her nipple, he had nearly half of her breast in his mouth as if he wanted to eat it. He sucked her hungrily as if he hadn’t had the pleasure of sucking a woman’s boob in a very long time. As he sucked her boob, he squeezed it gently with his hand. It was erotic and oh so delicious.

He shifted his attention to her other boob and repeated the process even more intensely. Tiara accepted the boob-worship wholeheartedly and even asked for more greedily. He replaced his dick with his hand and stroked her vagina with his wide palm, while Tiara moved her hips to compliment the movement of his hand. She reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock and for a moment, she marveled at how it filled up her hand. Oh boy! I’m in for a treat, she thought joyously.

She began to stroke him just as he was doing to her. She moved her hand further to locate his balls and she wiggled them in her hand before giving them a little squeeze, then she returned to stroking his cock again.

“You want this big guy inside your wet, slippery pussy, don’t you?” He asked gruffly.

“Yes, I want it. I want it right now,” she replied.

He let go of her long enough to pull a drawer in his desk open and retrieve a small silver disk. He tore the wrapper open and removed a latex condom from the square packaging. Tiara was impressed by his safety precaution. She thought gangsters didn’t care about catching STDs. Or maybe it was just this one in particular that liked being careful. He slid the extra-large sheath over his huge cock and returned his attention to her. He took her super sensitive clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it gently as if he was tuning a radio knob. Tiara heard fireworks go off inside her ears, and she saw stars and rainbows shimmering and shinning before her eyes. What manner of sweetness is this? She asked herself in wonder. She spread her legs wider, urging him to go on with what he was doing to her. He pulled at her clitoris while simultaneously twisting it between his fingers, making Tiara cry out in surrender.

The delicious torture continued until Tiara thought she might weep. The deep voice knew the timing was now right, so he drove into her, taking her by surprise. He filled her up completely, like a hand fitting into the perfect size of a glove. He didn’t bother to start slow. He slammed into her hard and fast with a sense of urgency as if he’d been waiting his entire life for this moment. Each hard thrust pushed Tiara further and further up towards the pinnacle of her pleasure. She experienced sporadic orgasms the more he rode her.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Keep fucking me hard, harder, yes!”

She knew she sounded crazy, but she didn’t care. She silently hoped that he wouldn’t cum anytime soon because she wanted to enjoy this ride much longer. As if hearing her thought, he pulled out of her, then helped her descend from the desk. He then bent her over it, spread her legs apart, and entered her from behind. His entry literally knocked the wind out of her lungs, but she loved it. As he continued fucking her like a mad bull, he spread her labia with his fingers as if he wanted to expand her pussy to accommodate all of him, including his jiggling balls that slapped her buttocks with each powerful stroke he delivered.

Tiara felt her legs shake as her captor continued to ram into her from behind. This was what it meant when a woman asked a man to fuck her brains out. All coherent thoughts were barred until the session was over. The only thing Tiara could think of now was how awesome it felt to be deliciously brutalized like this. Her pussy was screaming for more and Deep Voice was delivering the goods like a seasoned fucker.

He stepped backward while still inside her, and sat on his chair with her on him, facing the desk. He lifted her until only the tip of his dick was inside her, then he brought her down on the full length, taking full control of this part of the action. Tiara’s boobs bounced up and down as he continued to lift her and slam her down on his dick. She played with his balls while he used her mercilessly, punishing her and rewarding her at the same time. When his orgasm finally came, it was electrifying. His whole body shook, and he held onto her tightly with his face buried in her back. Tiara followed closely, her hips rotating on their own accord while her hot pussy clamped around him, sucking him up and holding him there.

They were both panting and sweating when it was over. Neither of them spoke for a while as they waited for their pulse to stop racing, and for their breathing to slow down.

“Well?” Tiara finally asked. She was still sitting on his lap, and he was still holding on to her.

“Well, I don’t know if I should let you go after this,” he said.

Tiara’s heart sank a little. “We had a deal,” she said desperately.

“No, we didn’t. I said, ‘impress me’ and you have. But now, I don’t know if that means letting you go or letting you stay here as my woman.”

She bolted off his laps and turned around to face him with eyes blazing. “Your woman? Who told you I wanted to be your woman? I only agreed to have sex with you because it offered me a chance to get out of here alive.”

“Easy now, girl,” he warned. “I’m not sure you realize that you’re not exactly in the position to negotiate your freedom with me. I merely humored you because I was intrigued by you. And don’t forget that you were sold to my boys so that automatically makes you my property until I choose to get rid of you however I see fit.”

Here comes the mindless killer again, she thought with crushing disappointment. How did I allow this bastard to trick me into sleeping with him?

“Don’t feel so bad,” he said with a short laugh. “Being here beside me and running things with me could be fun for you. A lot of those shit-for-brains girls in my cells would give anything in this world for such an opportunity.”

“Then give it to them,” Tiara spat angrily. “I don’t want to be here beside you, beneath you, above you, or whatever. I want to go back home to my family.”

“You weren’t saying any of that a few minutes ago,” he said with an arrogant smile.

“Because I thought I was giving myself to a reasonable human being. I blame myself for forgetting that I was dealing with a criminal.”

The smile disappeared from his face and was replaced with a dark scowl. “Don’t think that having sex with me gives you the right to mouth off with me like some spoiled brat. I could put a bullet in your skull right now without a second thought.”

“Then go ahead, because I will never be yours!”

His eyes narrowed but he said nothing. This lady was like a land mine that could blow him up into pieces without any warning. As much as her boldness frustrated him, he couldn’t help but admire her spunk. Here he was all these years, living life on his own terms and being a badass gang leader who sparked fear in the hearts of even the bravest of men, only for this unusually sexy being to turn up in his office and make him feel like an overgrown bully. Sure, he could kill her right now and have her organs harvested by his in-house medical team, or he could send her on the next bus taking the new batch of whores to the Benin Republic, but something about this young woman elicited sympathy from him. It was an emotion he was not very familiar with, but he welcomed it now.

“You know what, I’ll have them set you up in a decent room for you in my quarters for now until I decide what to do with you.”

Tiara recognized her small progress, and it gave her a bit of relief. This wasn’t the answer she was hoping for, but it was better than getting shot in the head. She shrugged nonchalantly, but silently she rejoiced in her heart.

“Fair enough,” she said, sounding unimpressed.

“Aren’t you a haughty one,” he said with an amused chuckle and pulled up his pants after discarding the used condom in a nearby trash can.

“And aren’t you so well-spoken for a gangster?” She fired back mildly.

He laughed. “Only moments ago, I was a criminal. Now, I’m a gangster. What will you call me next?”

“A murderer,” she smiled sweetly. “Do you even have a name? I’ve been calling you Deep Voice in my head since.”

“The deep voice?” He laughed. “You should consider a career in comedy.”

“What’s your name then?” She persisted.

“They call me Don Ray around here,” he said proudly. “I’m the supreme head of the Black Scorpion gang. We run an extensive operation here, and if you stick around long enough, you will understand what I’m talking about.”

I’m not sticking around for anything here, she thought dismissively but said, “Sounds interesting.”

“Yeah.”

“So, what do I call you?”

“I just told you what everyone calls me here. Didn’t you hear me?”

“I did, but I’m not everyone. What do I call you?” She asked again.

“Stubborn bitch,” he said with a chuckle. “Call me Ramone.”