Touch Me

8. Jassy

Jassy

The men around me, and the guy below me in particular, groaned in protest as I went to stand and grab my top from where I'd dropped it on the floor. “She'll cook, she'll clean, she'll do whatever. But she ain't a w***e no more, and she ain't gonna f**k every Tom, d**k, and Harry to pay her rent. Got it?”

Karl shook his head, his eyes ablaze at my having thwarted him again.

I just couldn't help it. Something inside me wanted to keep pushing him, and pushing him, and pushing him.

His jaw worked as he ground his teeth. “Fine,” he growled. “Meeting's over, guys. Get out of here and go have a drink or something.”

But, his eyes were burning with something else, too. I had this fucker right where I wanted him. He'd do anything to get me in bed, now, and then I could put my plan into action.

All the guys groaned and got up to leave. Happy got up and put a hand around my waist, pulling me in for a hug before I had a chance to pull my shirt back on. His hands were rough on my soft skin, but he was surprisingly gentle.

I giggled and hugged him back, even kissed him on the cheek. “Sorry your boss is a party pooper,” I said with a grin.

“Karl's okay,” Happy said, slapping my ass, producing a playful squeal from me.

Of course, the squeal was more acting than anything else. I'd been in this game long enough that I knew what certain kinds of men wanted.

“Even me?” Fed asked as he got up from the table.

Karl nodded. “Close the door behind you, too,” he said as his buddy got up to leave.

I could tell from the way they interacted, both now and earlier, that they were actually friends. Karl and the rest of the guys, though, were more associates than anything else. Even if he was head of their little gang, he was wary of them. Not Fed, though. They were like me and Benji, buds till the end. If I ever tried anything on Karl with Fed around, the biker would kill me without a moment's hesitation. I knew it the same way I knew up was up, and down was down.

So, I'd just have to do it when Karl was alone, maybe while he lying in bed, asleep.

Fed left, shut the door behind him.

“No,” Karl said, his voice still harsh as I went to pull my top back over my head. It had actually started to get a little cool in the meeting room, especially considering I was just standing there in my bra and a short skirt, and I'd wanted to cover up a little.

“What?” I asked.

“Come here first,” he said, pushing his chair back and away from the table. I knew what that meant. He wanted to see how talented these lips of mine really were.

I raised an eyebrow and smiled a little, if only to myself. Yep, right where I wanted him. Putty in my soft little hands. The bigger, more burly the guy is, the easier it is to get them to do what you want. Still topless, I walked around the table to stand next to him. I looked into those eyes, a perfect image of what his corpse would look like flashing in my brain. “Yeah, Boss?”

Before I realized what he was doing, before I could even put up a fight of any kind, he'd snatched me down by the wrist and pulled me over his knees, like I was some bratty child that had gotten bad marks on a test.

“Hey!” I screamed, trying to kick. “f**k you!”

He grabbed a fistful of fiery red hair, though, and yanked my head back till I had to arch my back to keep from struggling to breathe. It cut my screams off and, surprisingly, felt . . . delicious. I felt his hand on my ass, felt it grab at the hem of my skirt and start shimmying it up my thighs and over my ass.

“Wh-what?” I sputtered out as I began to realize this son of a b***h had me at his mercy. This son of a b***h who'd been responsible for Tommy's death.

“Shut the f**k up,” he growled cruelly as he yanked my hair back. “Unless you want this to be harder than it will be already.”

I felt my hair begin to tear out at the roots, and I arched my neck to keep all my strands on my scalp as I swallowed hard and tried to stay calm. This was certainly not what I'd expected. I kept my mouth shut, though, even as the cool air caressed my naked ass.

“Now,” he growled as he ran a rough hand over the skin of my baby-smooth bottom, “this is what a slut gets for trying to distract my men.”

I'd played with guys like this before. Most working girls had, simply because we had a lot of guys who came to us because they couldn't have their tastes fulfilled by other people. I'll admit it, the first few times, I'd been a little scared. But, after a while I'd realized that most guys just wanted to play at it, and they really wanted a willing partner to pant and moan and scream as they smacked some ass.

This, though, was different. I didn't know this man. And, I could tell from the tone of his voice, that he was pissed. I nodded as much as his grip in my hair would allow. “Yes, Boss,” I said, my words almost frantic and choking from the way my head was pulled back.

“Good,” he said in a simple, flat voice. Then, he started to spank me.

Not in a gentle, sensual way like I'd experienced. Nor in a coy, playful way like I'd had other times, where they rubbed you a few times in between slaps to take away the sting. No, Karl spanked me like a naughty little girl who'd run off to become a hooker.

I was going to kill this fucker, I reminded myself. For Tommy, for this, for all the girls and people Sven had ever hurt.

Fuck. This. Guy.

“You will never strip like that for any of my men ever again,” he growled, his voice barely raised as he punctuated each word with a hard, openhanded slap on my bare ass.

Each slap stung like a thousand bees concentrated in one spot, and left a burning hand print behind like someone had painted me with lighter fluid and set a spark to it. I wiggled under the onslaught, straining against his hand holding my hair, but still unable to shift my bare ass out of the way.

Inside, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was doing this! This motherfucker, who'd ruined my life by getting my brother killed. I was going to return the f*****g favor!

Outside, though, I whimpered, blinked back the tears as the pain continued blossoming on my back side and spread through my body. I knew I was going to have welts all over me, knew I wouldn't be sitting right all night. Finally, I choked out a cry, but quickly bit it back.

“Never,” he said, slapping my ass again, “again.”

To my embarrassment, though, and dismay, I realized something else was spreading throughout my body, and my ass subtly pushed back into his open palm, barely rising each time to meet his strikes.

“Do you understand, Jassy?” he asked against, still slapping my ass with each word till he finally stopped. “Do you?” he asked again, slapping my ass twice when I didn't respond fast enough for him.

I groaned low, my eyes still watering from the pain, but my body aroused like it hadn't been since before I could remember. I don't know why I did it, but in response to his question, I just shook my head. “No, Boss,” I whispered. “I don't understand.”

He grumbled, and I could feel him shift a little in his chair to hide his erection. There wasn't any keeping it from me, though, seeing as how it was pressing into my bare belly. His hand came down against, at least half a dozen times. The sound of callused palm striking soft skin filled the room, along with my moans as I pushed back into his hand.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this wet, or any other time I'd been this horny. The thought of just the barest strips of cloth separating my s*x from his hand set me to dripping.

I didn't care if I had to kill him afterward. From the way he was handling me, I at least knew it would be a good f**k.

He must have gotten tired of spanking me, or maybe he enjoyed it a little too much, because he pulled me back up off his lap by the hair and flung me away from him. “Get ready to go home,” he said.

I stumbled a little in my bare feet, but stayed upright as I pulled my skirt back down over my bare ass. f**k it stung to cover it back up! Instead of slipping my hands beneath my skirt, or using them to begin unbuckling his jeans, I pulled my top back over my head.

“Go!” he barked.

I glanced down at his lap one last time before I left the room, if only to confirm to myself that hadn't been a phantom c**k pressing into me. Oh yeah, he'd been as into that as me. I grinned slyly. “Sure, Boss. Anything you say,” I said as I turned on the tip of my toe and sashayed out of the room.

I never knew planning to kill a man would be this much fun.