A Real Bad Boy(46)

He grinned. "Unicorn it is."

He grabbed me and pulled me to him. "Now, why don't we get you over on  that bed and see just how sexy you look with a pair of cuffs on."

I nodded and walked towards the bed. I'd never felt so timid in my life,  but knowing I was putting all this trust in him, that he was going to  be in complete control, it made me feel so nervous. And aroused. Fuck. I  wanted him to be in complete control. I wanted him to take over  everything. I didn't want to have to think about it. I just wanted to  feel.

"Fuck, Kat. You look so good." He stared at me for a moment, then turned  and started rummaging through a drawer until he found what he was  looking for. It was just a simple scrap of silk, both of them were, but  as he got closer to me, I realized exactly what I was looking at. It was  an intricate pair of silken cuffs paired with a matching blindfold.

Fuck. He was really going to do it.

I fidgeted, the nerves and the want all rolling inside of me, reminding  me of what exactly I was a part of. He was the kind of man who fed off  of pain and he was using it for pleasure with me.

"This won't hurt, baby. It'll feel pretty damn good when I'm done with  you." It was like he could read my mind, or more realistically, my face.  I was never good at keeping my emotions at bay. I had a terrible poker  face, so I was told.

I bit my lip and held out my hands to be bound. It was crazy. It was  silly, but I wanted it. He bound them and then pulled them above my head  and tied them to the silk rope that was already intricately hung. My  arms were above my head and I was helpless to stop him from whatever he  wanted to do.

I was ready for him. For his control.

"You look positively delicious." His voice was so dark it was scary.  Janson was enjoying this way too much. "Are you ready for the next part?  It will increase all your senses."

I nodded. I was ready. I could do it. "Yes."

He wrapped the blindfold around my head, making my whole world dark. I couldn't see him, I didn't know where he was.

Until his hand touched my thigh and I jumped. It was so intense. So crazily intense.

I wanted more. He scooted his hand up my inner thigh and right to my  center, where he found me there, wanting. Each touch was like a little  spark of electricity spurning us both on. It made me crazy and made me  wanton all that the same time.

"You feel so good, baby girl. All soft and silky, but how do you taste?"  he asked as he pulled his hand away. I could only guess that he was  tasting me at that very moment and I moaned, a little whimper filling  the silence at the end. I wanted him.

"You taste just as good as you look," he confirmed, his voice deep and husky as he came closer to me.

I tried to reach out for him, but I remembered that I was chained to the  bed. Fuck. He had me chained and he'd already spanked me.

How much sexier could this get?

"What do you want, baby?" he asked.

"You," I said, unabashedly. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I wasn't  afraid to admit it. I'd gone several days without feeling him between my  thighs and I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. Not without  him there.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked. "I'm not feeling particularly gentle right now, Kat."

I nodded, biting my lip. I wanted to feel him, all of him, no matter how he gave it to me.

I was turning into a really dirty girl.

Janson grabbed my legs, one after the other, and forced them up. Up over  his shoulders. I could feel the back of my leg connect with his  shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a little frantic. I couldn't see what was happening. I just had to trust him.

"I'm giving you exactly what you want. Me. Long and deep and hard," he  growled as he slid himself inside of me. My ass was raised just a little  bit and he did go in so deep. I could feel his cock fill me up and make  me scream. I wasn't totally ready and it was a little bit painful!

But after a moment I got used to the feel of him inside of me. I yearned for more.

"More," I panted as I tried to imagine what he looked like. What I looked like. "Please, Janson. More."

"Whatever you want, Kat." He said as he shoved himself into me over and  over again. He was grabbing my hips, using them for leverage as he  delved in and out of me, his cock pressing right against my g-spot.

He was bottoming out in me, making me feel all of him as he forced his way in and it was absolutely delicious.

"Oh god," I cried as he quickened his pace. He was so fucking good.  Filling me up, making me want more and more and more. And giving me all  of it.                       
       
           



       

Giving me everything I wanted.

I felt so fucking greedy and I didn't care. I would take all that I  wanted from him. All that I could get. And I would relish it.

I was so close to cumming I could feel it rising in me. Fuck, I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to.

So I let the pleasure sweep over me and I reached to hold him, but the  ropes stopped me. Somehow, that made it all the more intense. God damn, I  couldn't take it. I screamed out, my body shaking as I came.

"Yeah, you cum, baby. You cum." Janson plunged into me one last time then growled out, cumming with me.

After several long moments, he reached up and untied my arms, then my  blindfold so that I could see him basking in what we'd just done.

"Kat," he said as he pulled me into him. "You are so damn sexy."

I nuzzled his chest and just let myself be calm. I only wanted to exist in his world.

At least for a little while.





Chapter Nine



Janson



"He proposed what?" Greyson asked. We were in his office in the factory,  standing with bourbon in our hands. As soon as the clock struck noon,  he poured some for us both and demanded I tell him everything.

I did just that. I'd related the entire story to him about Michael,  except for the details that Kathryn divulged. They were her story to  tell. Her nightmares. Not mine.

I wasn't going to just betray her like that.

"He said he was a contact with the FBI. Said they had a case on all of  us. Said that they really just wanted our parents, though." I took a  sip.

"Did you believe him?" he asked.

"Does it matter? Michael has been with us for years. He has saved our  lives numerous times. But the feds are the feds." I shook my head. I was  never going to betray the family. Not like that. It would be too  dangerous.

As much as I hated my father, I couldn't bring myself to be that untrustworthy.

I could tell by the way the wheels in Greyson's head were turning that  he was thinking about something. It was a dangerous pastime for him.

"And you kicked him out?" he asked.

"Of course. I didn't want to get killed for just considering it." It was  the truth. I had so much shit going on that I wasn't about to add to  the pile. The thing I had going with Kat was enough to get me killed. I  didn't need extra insurance on it.

Greyson rubbed his temples. Shit had gotten real since Joanna was  pregnant. I could tell by the sagging look in his eyes that he was  barely firing on all cylinders.

"My father wants David to take over the damn mob, did you know that?" he  said. "He is planning on pushing me out. Killing me. Maybe."

"I thought he banned him." I furrowed my brow. It seemed impossible that  his father would do something like that. Greyson was groomed to be the  next in line.

"He didn't kill him. He intentionally gave him inroads. And I found out  yesterday that they had been in contact. He wants me out of the  picture." He had a point. His father would've had anyone else killed. He  would've made sure that a man like him couldn't cause problems again.

And it sounded like he was actively looking for that very thing.

Damn, what Kat said was true. He didn't care about them at all.

"And-"

"And I think it's time I take care of this problem once and for all."

"How?" I asked.

"It's simple. We do nothing."

"What?" That didn't make any sense.

"Let Kathryn do all the work. It's simple, really. We'll protect her  from taking any kind of consequences. She's young. She's a woman. No one  would suspect her anyway. And her anger at my father is very real. She  wants him gone, you said?"

I nodded. I didn't tell him why, but I didn't really have to. Their father had been an asshole to them all.

"Let her work with the FBI if she wants. But on one condition." He grinned and downed the rest of his bourbon.

"What?" I asked.

"Immunity for us. I don't even want to be implicated." He was serious.  "They both need to go, Janson. And we don't have to do anything to make  it happen. I always thought there would be a big coup. Maybe that we  started, maybe started by someone else, but this would make it so much  easier." He was fucking serious!

"This is too damn dangerous, Greyson. And if she gets outed as a snitch?" I asked.