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  The next article tells me that I am right. Holy fuck. The article calls him the heir apparent to the Spanish Mafia. It also says he is a ruthless hitman with no morals or soul. I know I should be terrified of him having just read this, but all that does is make me want him more. It proves him to be capable, powerful, and a real man. No wonder my dad has been on pins and needles since he moved across the street.

  What is wrong with me? Who thinks like that? Deciding that I have had enough of being Snoopy Mc Snoopster, I lay down and dream of a time when I am no longer here in this house with Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde.

  Putting the finishing touches on my makeup and hair, I hear the doorbell ring. Even though I agreed to do this, I am dreading it, nonetheless. Once I am sure I look my best I head down the stairs. Walking down, I can hear my dad and Jared talking. “You gonna talk to your dad about moving this thing along, right? I mean, I want my little girl to be taken care of you know.”

  “Yeah. I talked to him, but Lexi is not really acting interested.”

  “Don't worry about her. She will cooperate. Don't worry.” Hearing enough, I continue my descent.

  “Lexi darling, don’t you look lovely. Well you two kids have fun.” With that he kisses my cheek and walks back into his den. Annoyed and slightly weary I look to Jared and he is staring at me up and down like he has a right to. A predator stalking his prey. Complete with licking lips and all. Repulsed doesn’t even come close to the word of what I am feeling right now. But I agreed to this, so I will see it through.

  “Lexi. Babe you look hot. I mean, I prefer red lipstick on my chick, but it will do for tonight. Come on, let's go.” Fucking dickwad. Like I give a shit what he likes. I follow him to his car, and we start to pull out. I notice in my side view mirror a big, black tinted, Denali sitting across the street. Knowing what I know about Saxson now, I have to wonder if it is a friend or foe. I start worrying about him. But again, I berate myself, because to him I am probably no more than a mere child and therefore should mind my own business.

  The whole car ride all Jared does is talk about himself. I don't even bother feigning interest and tune him out with my thoughts of Saxson. When we finally pull into the restaurant, I don’t wait for him to open the door, I get out and head towards the front of the restaurant wanting as much distance between us as possible. Obviously, this upsets him, because the next thing I know he is beside me and whispering in my ear in a rather peeved tone. “Don't embarrass me again by not waiting for me.” I turn to look at him and see his face is red and scrunched up. I won't cause a scene right now, but he seriously needs to get a grip. Who the hell does he think he is?

  We make it to the table and suddenly he is all Mister Congeniality and shit, while trying to put it on for the who’s who in the restaurant. I don’t know why I thought I could go through with this. Feeling the urge to get this charade over with, I dismiss the waiter before ordering and get straight to the point. “Look Jared. I am sure you are a good guy and all, and I know you have a lot to offer some girl, but that girl isn’t me. I know what my dad has planned, but I am telling you right now it won’t happen. I have no desire to be my mom.”

  Initially I am not sure he even heard me, since that fake smile has not left his face. But then he looks at me, while still smiling and through clenched teeth says, “Listen you spoiled ungrateful bitch, I have put in a lot of hours with you. You are going to marry me, and you will do it with a fucking smile on your face, or I will make your life a living hell. Now smile, the governor is at the next table over.”

  Genuinely shocked at his reaction, it takes me a second to realize what just happened. Did this fake Ken doll wannabe just threaten me? This motherfucker has lost his damn mind, and I am not sitting here a minute longer than I have too. Standing up and throwing my napkin on the table. I grab my clutch and storm out of the restaurant, thanking God for Uber Luxury. As I am typing into the app, someone comes up to me and grabs my arm in a bruising grip. When I turn slightly, Jared has a seriously menacing look on his face and for once I’m scared of what he can do. I have never seen such a look of anger and dare I say, hatred, from him.

  “Get your fucking ass in the car Alexis. You have already pissed me off. Do not make me show you what father and I do to cunts who forget their place. Got it?”

  What. The. Fuck? Is all I can think before nodding my head not wanting things to get worse. I ignore the pain in my arm as he holds it and follow him to the car. The distance to the house is one of the most tenuous situations I have been in. He yells, screams, and threatens me the whole way back. At one point, he raises his hand at me as if to strike, but then somehow, he brings himself back. As soon as he pulled into the driveway, I hopped out before the car stopped only to hear him yell, “I will be back tomorrow Lexi. Make sure your more amenable or it won’t end like tonight did.”

  On the walk to my room I kept asking myself if his threats were real? Does my dad know what he and his father are into? Does he even care what would become of me? Now more than ever, I know I have to go. But now it seems as if I have to leave sooner rather than later. Like tomorrow.

  That is what has led me to tonight. Masturbating while thinking about Saxson and feeling sad about leaving before I get to know him. As I start to play with my clit and reach my peak yet again, I can’t help but moan his name as I cum. Before I can catch my breath all the way, a hand comes over my face and my initial thought is Jared. Until I hear the sexiest manliest voice ever.

  “You just wished on your clit for me, my Lexi. You know what they say, speak what you want into existence. Well, here I am Preciosa. Be careful what you wish for.”

  5

  Saxson

  When she left with that poor excuse for a human earlier today, I fought myself to not go chase that damn car down and take my woman out of it. Hearing him threaten her as he yelled out the window, had me seeing red. Only the knowledge that I was going to have her all to myself for a long time after tonight held me together. That and the fact that Manziel was on her tail and Polo was clocking the Ken doll. He is going to get what is coming to him. I just don’t want my baby anywhere near the situation when it happens. Have to plan it carefully. If it weren't for those three things, my little brat would have seen me beat spray tan boy to death in the middle of the street.

  Somehow, sneaking into her room and waiting on her, calmed me. The minute I scaled her window, my mind eased, and I was able to breathe again. Her room smelled of her. Caramels and Jasmine. Fucked up combination, I know, but that is what it is. I find myself wondering if the caramel smell is from her pussy? I just know she is going to be sweet as fuck and I can’t help imagining future trips to the dentist to fill the holes in my teeth, that her sweet as fuck pussy is going to cause from my mouth being on her so much.

  Fuck. Calm down Sax. Your dick is about to bolt out your pants and your girl is not even here. To my surprise, it's less than an hour later when I hear wimp boy’s car pull up the driveway. I chance a peek out the window to make sure his grimy fingers or mouth is in no way near my baby girl. Unfortunately for him, I can tell from her demeanor and his facial expressions that something undesirable has happened. That makes him numero uno on my hit list. Yes. My actual hit list. Do I look like a fucking pussy to you? I had every intention of making myself known when she first came into her room. The only thing that stopped me is the fact that she is slightly shaken when she walks in, and that throws me for a second. I don’t like seeing her this way and am not altogether sure how she will take me being here right now in her state, so I stay hidden under her bed like a fucking creeper. Who the hell am I kidding? For this girl, I am every bit a creeper.

  I had no intentions of staying under here any longer than a few minutes, then I hear her start to moan on top of the bed. My initial reaction is to jump from under here and end whoever is in the room, when I remember that I too am in here and heard no one enter since she has.

  Listening to her masturbate is literally the equivalent of my mom’s f
avorite symphony. Her moans are like pure torture. The fact that I can also hear her wet pussy making sounds, as she moves her hands in and out of my sugar cane field has me reaching into my pants, before I can stop myself. I begin rubbing my cock up and down in a slow motion. The goal is not to cum right now. I can’t. I am not inside my Lexi where I will spill my seed. Breeding her over and over again.

  Shit. My precum shoots out like fucking rocket. I almost forget I am hiding out, when I twitch and let out a moan. I still for a moment to make sure she didn’t hear me, which luckily, she doesn’t. Mostly, because her ass is loud as hell. I am going to have so much fun fucking and taming that pussy the way I want to. My plan was to let her finish and come down, until I hear her call out my name as her orgasm hits and that is it. I am done. No more waiting. No more time. Time for me to claim my pussy.

  Moving from under the bed, I carefully stand with my cock sticking out. Might as well let her see what she will be sucking down her throat for the rest of her life. While her eyes are closed and she is catching her breath, I put my hands over her mouth and tell her, “You just wished on your clit for me, my Lexi. You know what they say, speak what you want into existence. Well here I am Preciosa.”

  She looks at me in fear at first and my heart starts to rip. I never want her to be afraid of me. But oh, too quickly her face changes from fear to excitement and desire. The desire is what almost does me in and has me forgetting my plans.

  “Don't look at me like that baby girl. As much as I want to destroy that pussy of yours, we have a plane to catch. Now, if I take my hand from your mouth are you going to scream?” She shakes her head no. Good. I would hate to have to pull out the Chloroform. “Good girl. Grab some stuff. You don’t need everything. Just anything you cannot be without. Anything else you will need, I can provide for you. You have five minutes.”

  “Where are we going?” She asks with confusion and trepidation.

  “Don’t worry about it. You will know when we get there. You have four minutes now.” Her eyes turn to slits and I can see her feistiness rearing its cute little head. She puts her hands on her hips and I feel something akin to elation fills my body. I love her fire.

  “Listen here bucko. I know you're some big bad mafioso or something, but this is not the Sopranos and I am not Carmella. I will not jump when you say so. So, tell me where we are going, or I am not going anywhere with you.” She crosses her arms. She is so fucking cute. But unfortunately, we don't have time for this shit. So, I do the only thing I can. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming. “Put me down you asshole. You can't do this. My dad will have your ass.” None of her screaming bothers me, but the kicking has to stop. I get her to the car, thanking God her parents were knocked out on whatever shit they poison their bodies with. They didn’t hear her cursing me as we went out their front door. Suburbanites and their false sense of security.

  She tried to unman me the whole car ride, and now that we are walking the tarmac it is getting old. I take my hand and spank her on her ass. Immediately, I begin to feel guilty for inflicting pain on her that doesn’t involve pleasure. Right when I go to rub the red handprint on her ass, I hear the unmistakable sound of a moan come from her. Not sure if that is really what I heard, I wait a beat and sure enough she starts to squirm. Hmmm ...interesting. Carrying her down the runway to the plane, I decide to test my theory. While holding her over my shoulder, I take my forefinger very discreetly and slide it under her skirt, into her panties, and sure enough she is soaked.

  Fuck. How the hell did I get blessed with a dirty little brat. She is fucking drenched. Using my finger, I rub her clit back and forth, teasing, and immersing my finger in her sticky sweetness. She begins to rock her hips back and forth on my shoulder. I swear my dick is like a raging bull. Walking the last few seconds towards the plane, my cock is pointing, and everyone can see it. She continues moaning as she fights to reach completion.

  “Quiet Preciosa. I don’t want to have to layout everyone we need to run the plane, because they heard your beautiful sounds that are only for me. Now, if you will be a good girl, I will let you cum.” I move my hand from her clit to the tiny hole at her entrance and the moment I stick two fingers inside her, she goes off like a rocket. She buries her face against the bottom of my jacket and lets out her scream. I continue to move my fingers back and forth, bringing her down. Right as we get to the plane entrance, I remove my fingers and suck them into my mouth. Lollipops. I am so screwed. Candy is my weakness.

  The orgasm takes it out of her enough that she calms down for a bit once we board the plane. I feel safe enough to put her down in a seat, while I go and sort out the crew. I guess it doesn’t matter anyway, because everyone knows that she is not to get off this plane or they all die. I lay her down on the couch onboard and make my way to the cockpit. As I am walking there, my phone rings. I figure it must be my mother. Making sure I got all of the amenities I asked for her to send over.

  “Mama.”

  “It’s me Sax.” My father sounds almost panicked. Angry. As one of the most powerful men I know this is not the norm, and it immediately brings me on alert. I turn back around to check the room and make sure nothing is amiss. Lexi is still napping where I left her and none of the crew seems any different. Which means something must have happened back home.

  “Papi. Is everything ok?”

  “No. Everything is not ok. Have you seen your sister? She is not in her wing, she has disabled her tracker, and your mom is beside herself. I don’t understand it. Julissa has never done anything like this before. Do you think she has been taken?”

  That was the initial thought in my mind, but then I remembered that I personally taught her how to defend herself. I know instinctively she would have left breadcrumbs. No. Chances are she has run off.

  “No Papi. I do not think she is in danger. Have you called Ramone?”

  “No. I called you first. She has always looked up to you, so you were my logical first choice.”

  “I will call Ramone right now and let you know.” As soon as I close my phone it rings again. Fuck. It’s like the fucking party line. Looking at the ID I see it is Ramone.

  “Brother. Let me guess. You have discovered Julissa is missing?”

  “What!!!!! Hell no. I didn’t know. I was calling because I cannot find Manny, and his tracker has been disabled. You don’t think…… I will kill that motherfucker if he lays one hand on her. No, fuck that. Even without laying a hand on her, he is dead. How the fuck do we find them?”

  “Ramone calm down. There is a hidden tracker in her necklace. I bought it for her birthday. Unless the little brainiac went looking for it, she wouldn’t know it is there. Call Manziel. He has the GPS.”

  “Where the fuck are you?”

  “On a plane to Corfu.”

  “Great. Just great. You go off to fuck pussy island and I have to deal with this shit. Thanks a lot.”

  “Hey asshole. Don't ever talk about your future sister-in-law that way again. I don’t want to have to injure my own flesh and blood. And second, if you would finally claim the mystery girl from the club, you wouldn’t be such a fucking miserable prick.”

  “Fuck you. She is too young for the type of life she would have to lead with me. And no, I am not talking about the business and danger. Unlike you, I am not so selfish.”

  I smirk, because I know I struck a nerve with him. Ramone and I own a couple of BDSM clubs. One of which is called The Cross. Apparently, there is a girl that has been coming there for the past few months. She doesn’t appear to have a Dom. Ramone saw her on her first visit and he has been an unbearable fuck ever since. Although, I know what his reticence is, I have observed her and believe if he gave her a chance, he would be more than shocked by who she really is. I know I was when I realized it.

  “Whatever. Find Julissa and let me know when you do. Oh, and Ramone, go easy on Manuel. Young love is beautiful.” I say with a chuckle. Only because I know Ramone is seething, right now
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  We have all been, and still are, very protective of Julissa. But somehow, he thinks she is innocent or something. Not sure if it’s because she is a geek, that he thinks she has no clue about the world around her. Pfft. If only he knew some of the conversations our little princess has dropped on me. He’d be running from her. That girl loves to make me gag.

  6

  Saxson

  Smirking and rubbing my hands down my face, I look over at the stretched-out body on the couch and the frustration from the conversation fades away. My body is tight and primed to take what’s mine. It is physically vibrating with the knowledge that she is close now. She is close enough to ram my cock into her untouched pussy and stamp myself inside her, while branding her, soiling her, and breeding her. The only thing stopping me is, I don’t want her first time to be on an airplane. But make no mistake, when we finally arrive at our destination ...all bets are off.

  Pushing some of the hair that has fallen in her face behind her ear, I rub my knuckles over her cheek as I start tracing her delicate features. Committing them to memory. Right now, she looks like an innocent little cherub. By the time our stay here is over, she will look like a wholly fucked and stuffed little vixen. But she will also look as if she is plenty loved.

  “Wake up baby. You need to eat. Then we need to get into bed and sleep mi amor.” I rain kisses all over her face and as she begins to rouse. She is not quite awake with her eyes still closed as she moans my name.

  “Saxson.” Hearing it makes everything I am hiding inside, snap. She dreams of me? She fucking thinks about me in her sleep, calling my name, and I am supposed to ignore that? Bull-fucking-shit. Her wish is my command.

  Falling to my knees in front of her, I slowly begin to lift her dress. It doesn't take long, because it is short to begin with. Something else we will be addressing later. I gently nudge her knees apart and am immediately rewarded with the sexiest pink lace panties, drenched with her dream cream. Licking my lips, I know I should wait for her to wake up, but what better way to wake her.