Hello my lovelies… I have a very special treat for you. My very good friend Genevieve Dewey has written a very naughty story, and since we don’t want her to scare the natives over in romance only land… I’m super stoked to be hosting her story here for you and her readers to enjoy.
WARNING: This hot-shot contains graphic sex, abduction, bondage, gangsters, and gun play. If any of these things bother you please do not read.
PLAYING WITH FIRE
by Genevieve Dewey
She knew she was playing with fire, each and every time her gaze held his a little longer than propriety deemed normal, every time she accidentally on purpose brushed up against him, and every time she stayed late. And she knew that he knew she knew what these actions might elicit. But like a moth to a flame she couldn’t seem to make herself stop. When she was away from him she would recount all the reasons why she should stop, all the ways she could get hurt, and what a wrong choice he would be. He was dangerous, lethal, strong and used to no opposition. He wasn’t a staying sort of man, and he was certainly not known for his gentleness or compassion.
They might work in the same high-end bar, but his type of “work” had nothing to do with serving drinks or entertaining patrons. If he wanted to he could take what she teased with little to no effort on his part even if she were to resist with all her might. His ID tag might say “bouncer”, but everyone knew he was more than just club muscle to the Boss. If she were to cry foul it would be her who would be out on her ass. Yet still… she teased, she taunted, and she tormented them both.
Tonight she had worked a double shift because she knew he would be in the back with the high rollers, and she was hoping to catch glimpses of him in his suit and tie. He normally wore jeans and a T-shirt, so the sight of him in a suit was extra delicious. All the other girls agreed, so she wouldn’t be alone in her admiration this night. She felt it gave her carte blanche to look a little longer, be a bit more brazen in her smiles and flirting. Strength in numbers, so to speak. But he hadn’t come out more than twice, and now her feet were killing her and she reeked of cigars, spilled booze, and the aftershave of groping men. Usually the Boss didn’t tolerate any fondling of the “front” girls, but most of his men were in the back, and the replacements were lackadaisical to say the least in their protection. It was an hour shy of her shift end when she ducked outside into the alley to get some fresh air and curse her bad luck. At least she would be able to afford those new Louboutins soon.
She heard a scuttle and her head jerked up, but she couldn’t see what had made the noise because the door light was burnt out. She reached her hand down for the mace in her purse then realized she hadn’t brought it out with her. It was probably just a cat but she couldn’t take any chances. She turned around to open the door, grumbling about ruined breaks when her head jerked back from the force of a cloth in her mouth.
“Mmmfff,” she tried to scream but the fabric had her mouth completely separated and she felt the painful yank of her hair as it was tied quickly.
She tried to turn around and raised her arms instinctually to yank at the fabric and fight for freedom. but she found herself pushed forward against the door, and her arm twisted behind her in a subduing lock. She felt the unmistakable form of a large male pressed up against her back, and she raised her other arm to try to grab at his hair, but he grabbed that arm too. Before she knew what had hit her, he had laced her wrists together with a ziptie. She tried to calm her racing heart and the fear and panic crippling her thoughts. Her vision began to have a polka-dotted haze, and she knew she was close to hyperventilating.
Please come out and check on me, she silently prayed of her coworkers.
She started twisting and bucking, and he pressed her tighter against the door squashing the air from her lungs.
“Shhhh, I’m not going to hurt you… much,” a husky voice she knew whispered in her ear.
When had he left the back room? Her heart galloped in her chest and she was torn between fear and excitement. He eased his chest ever so slightly from her back and moved his hands to her hips gripping them painfully.
“You’re going to get in that car and you’re going to be a good girl now, understand?”
She nodded. What else could she do, really?
“But first, a little tease for my little tease…”
His hands left her hips and one went flat against her back pressing her front up against the door. Then she felt something cold against her thigh and realized he was trailing the butt of his gun up her leg and under her short skirt. She felt the edge tease against the crevice of her crack and a rush of adrenaline. He moved it between her thighs and rubbed it back and forth against her silk panties. She could feel a shameful rush of juice. He chuckled in her ear, then yanked her from the door and with the tip of his gun nudged her down the alley towards his car.
She started to walk around to the passenger side but he poked the gun in her side again and said,
“in the back. Lay down.”
She did as he said and remained quiet all the way to the safe house. At least she was pretty sure it was one of the Boss’s safe houses. It was certainly miles from civilization. When they got inside he undid her gag and let her look at him. She realized it was his tie he had used when she saw the front of his dress shirt.
“I – I,” she cleared her throat. “I didn’t finish my shift. They’ll – they’ll be wondering—”
He smiled a cynical and grim smile.
“No one will be missing you. You and I work for the same man. And you’re my yearend bonus.”
She blinked in confusion but said nothing. He came forward and dragged her to the bed at the edge of the one room cabin. He tossed her roughly onto the bed ,and she tried to roll over but without the use of her arms it was difficult. He yanked her back down the bed until her legs were dangling off the edge and her ass was exposed. His hand grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her into the mattress. She felt the gun again on her skin and her heart leapt into her throat and nausea began to churn – from equal parts fear and exhilaration.
What would he do to her? Would he hurt her?
Then she felt his fingers push up her skirt around her waist and he eased one hand under the waistband of her panties, strangely gentle, and then insert one finger inside of her. She bit her lip hoping he wouldn’t realize… but she knew it was too late.
“My God, you’re soaking wet. Been thinking about me have you?” he chuckled in satisfaction.
She felt him lay the gun down on the small of her back and heard the flick of a butterfly knife then the cold blade between her wrists and suddenly her arms were free. She put her palms flat on the bed but didn’t move even when his hand left the back of her neck. Her wrists weren’t free long though, he yanked her knee-high hose from their clips, swiftly brought up her ankle and tied one ankle to one wrist, then the other. Then he cinched the knots tight and with another quick series of loops, locked her arms and legs together. The speed with which he had reverse hog tied her had her in stunned and silent awe.
He was the Boss’s best enforcer for a reason, she thought hazily.
He picked his gun up again and she heard a click and then – thunk – the clip fell next to her head. Her eyes stared through the fringes of her hair at the empty clip while she heard another click, snick, and then he set the gun next to her face with the empty chamber exposed and held open. Its smooth grey chassis and slide gleamed in the light and had both the sight and serial numbers filed off.
She didn’t have time to formulate a thought beyond the realization the gun hadn’t been loaded before he yanked her head back by her hair. He gave her a quick deep kiss before shoving his tie into her mouth making her gag a bit.
“Shhh, relax,” he whispered then bit the lobe of her ear. With his other hand he picked up the gun again and let the slide close. Next he slid the barrel between her ass cheeks and teased at the opening of her asshole. Her eyes widened and she began to struggle with the realization of what he was about to do. He grinned into her face.
“Tsk tsk. I wouldn’t do that. Everyone knows you should properly lube your gun first anyway,” he said then moved the barrel down and slammed it in her pussy.
She let out a muffled yell and his grin got wider. In and out he stroked the barrel with one hand, with the other he rubbed on her clitoris giving her the simultaneous sensation of pain and pleasure. She struggled against her restraints battling with the dueling sensations of powerlessness and the delicious thrill of the unknown. She was scared, horrified and… incredibly turned on. He tilted the gun just so, and it deepened the penetration both lessening the uncomfortable fullness against her opening and hitting her in just the right spot to ramp up the sensation in her pussy. She could feel herself reaching a peak when he suddenly stopped.
She moaned against her gag and he chuckled again.
“Not just yet, my little tease,” he said. She felt his hands massaging her ass cheeks then he leaned down and took slightly painful little nips at the soft flesh. She twisted and bucked and he stopped long enough to spread her cheeks apart and stick a thumb inside her pussy while his finger plucked at her clit some more. He started working her into a frenzy then stopped… again. He pulled his thumb out of her pussy and put it in her asshole. She sucked her breath in as he then stuck two, then three, fingers inside of her pussy. He fucked her with his fingers until she felt the pre-tremors of a cum then he abruptly stopped and hissed,
“No! Not yet.”
She whimpered and laid there panting and painfully holding back her cum while he kneaded her ass cheeks again. He picked up the gun and took out her gag.
“Please,” she begged.
He put the tip of the gun against her lips and demanded,
She took the gun in her lips and began to suck and lick on it as if it were his cock keeping eye contact with him. She could see he had a sheen of sweat on his upper lip and a tick in his jaw that told her, he was a tight ball of barely leashed lust. He jammed the gun further in her mouth and made her gag. Then he took it out and yanked her hair back and kissed her, alternating between languid gentle kisses and biting her lips. Her neck hurt from the unnatural angle but she moaned in pleasure from the skillfulness of his mouth. She began to whimper a little.
“Please,” she begged again.
He dropped her head and moved behind her yanking her down to the edge with her hips. He knelt down and licked on her clit while he slowly moved the shaft of his gun in her pussy again. She was so hyper-stimulated she began to keen from the painful pleasure of his mouth and strokes. Then he pulled the gun out and replaced it with his fingers in her pussy and ass again. He pounded them in her, the loud messy slapping sound ramping up her excitement. She began to sob from the pleasure and a stream of incoherent words came from her lips. With one last quick nip on her clit he stopped… again.
She felt him leave her, and she felt cold without his mouth and fingers. But his absence was short-lived. He spread her ass cheeks wide, positioned himself between her legs and sunk into her backdoor.
She screamed out at the size of him stretching her. He reached under and flicked her nub, and stroked… once, twice, then she came apart with an orgasm that she felt all the way from her toenails to the tips of her hair. He pounded into her ass and the waves of her orgasm only seemed to peak further into a second cum that surprised her in strength. He gripped her hips in a painful vice and with one last powerful stroke, came inside her.
She panted into the mattress struggling to catch her breath. He leaned down and gave each of her tethered wrists a quick kiss then moved away. She could hear him pulling up his pants and fastening his belt again. She tried to move but it took several attempts. Her arms and legs were trembling in exhaustion and the remnants of pleasure but she managed to hoist herself enough to the side to look over her shoulder at him.
He had done up his shirt all crooked and he had that satisfied male, hazy glaze in his eyes.
“I guess you got my text then,” she said with a smug smile.
He let out a grunt and sat at the table fishing a cigar out of his jacket hung on the edge of the chair. He clipped the tip off his cigar and lit it before answering.
“I can honestly say that’s the first time a woman’s asked me to fuck her with my 9mm. Was it as good as you imagined?” he asked.
She smiled a slow cat-that-ate-the-canary smile.
His phone buzzed and he looked at the read out.
“Shit,” he said softly. He got up, put his jacket on, and picked the gun up from the bed. He grimaced, tossed it back down then reached under the mattress and pulled out another. He walked towards the door without saying anything. When he opened the door she asked,
“Aren’t you going to untie me?”
He turned around in the door frame.
“Maybe… if you’re good,” he answered with a smirk then left.
She let her head drop back to the mattress and smiled.
No, he wasn’t the staying kind, but he was definitely the right kind of wrong.
P.S. If you want to know more about “Cupcake” Genevieve Dewey… go here: The Original Genevieve Dewey