Hound

8

She breathed out her pleasure, her back arching beautifully, as his lips skimmed the sensitive flesh.

"Hm,"

He kissed the center of back, making her head bow, resting against his shoulder as he eased into her.

His nose pressed against the side of her face, his mouth open at the sensation of his body intertwining with hers in most primal way possible.

He palmed her stomach, pulling her back against him, as the water pelted down on their bare figures, soothing the sore muscles.

"Yes! f**k! Fucck yes!"

He groaned in her ear gutturally, holding her tighter.

Her body tensed, squeezing him, pulling him deeper as she climbed to edge of satisfaction.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the build up. Her breast felt heavy as they smacked against the tile, her body tight and wound.

Snap!

"Daddy!" She whispered.

He cursed, his own climax hitting him, his c*m filling her body.

"f**k," He swore, slumping against her.

The water was cold now, pelting against hot body's, still stuck together.

"f**k baby," He breathed.

She slumped down on the tile,as he pulled out of her.

"Why did you want you want me?"

She looked up him. "I told you. I need a gangster. I need someone who can f**k me like he hates me."

He shrugged, pulling her close.

They sat still under the water for a few peaceful moments.

The air was calm and still. She stirred, finally sated after almost ten rounds of s*x.

She had so much work to do.

"I have to go," She said, her eyes closed.

He nodded. "Then go."

She snorted. "How will I get in contact with you?"

He sighed, his muscles aching. He had to Google some positions for the first time in his life. The b***h was insatiable.

"I'll give you my number. Don't text. Call."

She nodded, finally untangling her limbs from his.

"Thanks for the ride, hound."

"Anything for my mistress," He drawled sarcastically, "Speaking of which, you owe me 23 dollars. Pay that shit."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. God, you're so cheap."

He rolled his eyes beneath his life. "You can't keep money if you constantly spend it. There's a whole saying for the principle-y'know, having your cake and eating it to."

Her lips curled up. "Speaking of eating it-"

His eyes shot open, his dark eyes boring into her. "My d**k is raw. No. No means no, Commissioner. You should know that."

He closed his again.

With a shrug, she got up. "Your loss."

He opened one eye, peeking at her necked form. "Okay, just once. But that's it."

***

Hound dealt the cards.

"Who's down for a deal tonight gentlemen?"

The small, albeit lucrative casino he'd recently acquired was packed. People were expecting the new owner to show himself.

Little did they know....

Wealthy men and women were gathered around the table. Each powerful. Each there to spend money and scout out this mysterious new owner.

"I'm in."

"Deal me in as well,"

"I'll play."

One by one, 13 powerful people chipped into a game, where the dice would control their fates. Only, they didn't know that.

"Let's see if luck is on your side, ladies and gentlemen, roll the dice."

The cards were stacked against them. Each person looked at their hand, trying not to cringe.

How could anyone win?

And yet, so much captial was invested in this pot. Not just money-properties, equity, businesses-each person had a lot to lose.

It was all or nothing. Hey couldn't fold. They could only play. Play the game.

They all revealed their hand. Sure enough...there was no winner. It seemed impossible but there was no winner. Which meant everyone was a loser.

"Oh...looks like luck isn't smiling on any of you." He examined each face. His target's lower lip quivered.

Got you.

"Mr. Thomas," he called evenly.

The man jumped. "Y-yes."

"I notice you seem to have bet a summer home."

He nodded shakily. "Y-yes."

"That home burned down, not long ago, isn't that right?"

The man shook, sweat forming on his upper lip.

He said nothing.

"You realize what this means, don't you?"

The mayor, Mr. Thomas frowned.

"It means you owe us. Let's go work out your means of payment. Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen."

He helped the mayor up, walking him toward to velvet entrance, that led to a dark room.

"I know you're a hired gun," The mayor said bravely. "Who?"

Hound stared at him. "The Colorless King. I'm here to ensure you know what my boss requires of you."

The mayor began to sweat. "I-I cannot work under him. I have morals-"

"Do you know what you have to have, in order to have morals?" Hound mused. "Organs."

"How moral, could you be, Mr. Mayor, if say, your ribs were to perforate those organs?"

Hound patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr. Mayor. My boss is not asking you to cheat on your wife. You do that on your own. All you have to do, is sign what I give you. Okay?"

The mayor swallowed roughly. "O-Okay."

"I'm glad we came to an agreement," Hound mused, "I think we'll be good friends. Don't you, Mr. Mayor?"

Hound opened the door, letting him out of the room.

He'd caught his target.