It took a moment before we had the strength the separate, and, even once we did, Carter was so tired that all he could do was collapse next to me. The two of us had to sit there for several minutes, waiting for our strength to return. I might not have even gotten out of bed, had I not heard my phone going off, in the other room. "Oh, fuck," I said, my legs barely closing enough to walk.
As the Carter's warm fluids dripped down my thighs, I rummaged in my purse, trying to find my phone.
"You never told me you were married." Carter followed me into the living room, but seemed to have no inclination to put any clothes on. "I try not to think about it," I told him, honestly, before finally reading the message. Donovan had sent me multiple texts in the last few minutes, but the most recent one summed them all up quite well. "Get out of there!" "Something wrong?" asked Carter, pouring himself another drink.
"Oh, nothing." I quickly slipped my dress back on, but Carter blocked my path to the elevator.
"Did someone tell you about me?" "What is there to know?" I said, nervously. He looked at me with regret in his eyes. "I guess this is a bit awkward now," he said, stumbling a bit over his words.
"But I had fun.
Come back again, if you feel comfortable." And as those last few words came to a close, he stepped aside, clearing my path to the exit.
"I get it, if you're angry with me, but, like you said, I've never met a woman like you before. I'd hate to lose out on the chance to get to know you better." I could see a genuine sadness behind his eyes, as he escorted me towards the door, and, somehow, it put my mind at ease, despite the frantic texts from Donovan.
Instead of heading straight outside, I took the time to talk a bit with Carter, clean myself up, and we even made out a bit, before I finally went to the elevator.
"I'll understand if you say no," he told me. "But is there any chance I'll see you again?" "I think there is." We shared one last kiss, before the doors closed between us, and it was only once the elevator was rocketing towards the lobby that I finally texted Donovan back to say, "I'm on my way out." In retrospect, it was probably a mistake to not do that sooner.
My driver was waiting for me the moment the elevator doors opened. He grabbed me by the shoulder, and led me through the lobby faster than I would have liked, but was smart enough to not attract attention.
"What happened to all the guards?" I asked Donovan. I couldn't see a single one of the men who had been patrolling the lobby earlier, including the one who had escorted me up in the first place. "Must be on break," he said, without taking his eyes off the door.
I could see my limo as soon as we walked outside, but Donovan didn't seem interested in going back to it. Instead, he dragged me over to a car across the street. "Is this ours?" "It is, now," he said without any doubt, at least until he began fumbling with the door and the alarm went off. "What the hell are you doing, Donovan?" "I'm so sorry, ma'am," he said. It was an oddly formal thing to say, even for him, but I realized why when I saw the posh hotel patrons walking by and watching us.
"I'll get this fixed, right away, ma'am." Seconds later, we were in the car. Part of me expected someone to confront us, but, even after the alarm, no one seemed to bat an eye at the uniformed driver and the woman in the cocktail dress climbing into an expensive car. "Are you ok?" he asked, as soon as the doors were closed. "I'm fine." I watched as he began ripping panels off of the dashboard, and quickly splicing wires together. "This gets more complicated with every new make and model." "Where did you learn to steal a car?" "Here's a better question.
Where did you put your goddamn phone? I told you to let me look this guy up first." I quickly glanced back at his string of messages, as the car roared to life and Donovan pulled away from the curb.
"What did you find? You never said." "It might be better that you not know." "Oh, shut up and tell me," I told him, frustrated. Donovan remained silent for almost a full minute, before he finally answered me. "Carter isn't his real name." "Well, no shit," I said, sarcastically. "Do you want me to tell you, or not?" I quieted down, and he continued. "There is a crime syndicate run out of San Muerte that controls a good chunk of the drug trade in the Pacific.
Every ounce of cocaine that moves across the ocean runs through them, and their leader is a man who goes by Carter." "Oh, come on," I said. "There must be a billion Carter's in California. How do you know that it's the same one?" "I had a friend trace the payment used to rent that hotel you were just in.
All the accounts are associated with the Dirty Hand." "The Dirty Hand? That's what they call themselves? I thought you said they were scary." "God, for once in your life, can you just trust me?" To this day, I'm not sure why him saying that did such a good job of shutting me up. Maybe I just realized that he knew more than me. Maybe I was still a little bit drunk.
Maybe one round of really great sex had been enough to render me more pliable than I usually was. No matter the reason, it worked, and I spent the rest of the ride home sitting in silence. "We're here," Donovan said, pulling up to the front yard. I climbed outside, expecting to be thrilled at the prospect of seeing my bedroom again, or at least excited to see the well manicured lawn and flower bushes, but what I felt was the exact opposite.
"Fuck, I hate this place." One look at my perfectly maintained homestead was enough to remind me of why I had been so attracted to Carter in the first place, and, to be completely honest, knowing that he might very well be a drug kingpin didn't do anything to abate the excitement he had brought to my life. "I can't go back," I said both to Donovan and myself. It was timid, at first, but I soon repeated myself, with great fervor. "I cannot go back!" Donovan rolled his eyes. "Oh, God.
What are you talking to yourself about, now?" "I can't go back to this," I said to him. "No more sitting at home all day, until I get called to attend some charity event. No more drowning my boredom in white wine. No more knowing my husband is screwing slutty housewives, every Sunday night. I need to get out of here. Take me somewhere else." Donovan stepped up to me, placing his hands on my shoulders.
"Ms. Jones, I don't think you're in a good headspace to be making decisions, right now." I quickly shrugged him off.
"Don't you start doing it, too. I can think for myself. I'm not helpless." "I don't think you're helpless," he said. "I just think you're bad at making decisions." "Fuck you, Donovan." "I'm only trying to protect you." "But that's the problem!" I screamed in his face. "I need to get hurt! I crave danger! I can't spend every day locked in this gilded cage." My driver seemed to be at a loss for words, but, for once, he seemed to listen to me.
As I finally started to calm down, I asked him, "Do you know what it's like, being an object? Do you know how it feels to feel like a trinket, pulled off the shelf once a day, and then immediately replaced?" Donovan looked down at his feet, but still didn't seem like he wanted to comply with my demands. "Take me back to the hotel, or I can call Pacific Elite, and tell them how you abandoned your vehicle and stole a car, while on the job." His shame suddenly turned to anger, but then turned back yet again.
"No other driver could put up with you." I panicked for a moment, expecting him to call my bluff. "However, I also don't want you to be miserable, and if this house is making you so…" He trailed off, but eventually found his voice. "Fine. I'll take you back, but you have to promise to keep your phone on you at all times." "Deal," I said, before climbing in the car and pulling it out. "On my way back over," I told Carter, via text.
"You still at the hotel?" "Yeah. Didn't expect you back so soon." "Is that a bad thing?" "That depends on how much your friend told you." "Not much." "How much is not much?" I took a minute, but decided to answer honestly.
"He told me about the Dirty Hand." "I see." Now, it was his turn to pause. "Is there anything you'd like to say… regarding that?" "To be honest, it's kinda hot." "Really?" "Yeah." "Well, that's good to hear. One of my boys will escort you up, if I can find him.
A bunch of my guys went missing right after you got here. Do you know anything about that?" "They must have gone on break." By the time our conversation was done, Donovan was pulling up to the hotel, once more. "Just remember-" "Don't even try it, driver. Thank you. Go home," I said, before slamming the door shut. As he drove off in our newly stolen car, I could see a tow truck hitching itself to our old limousine, preparing to haul it away.
"Ms. Jones!" said the same security guard I had seen earlier. He approached me as soon as I entered the lobby. "Please, come over here, quickly." I rushed over to him. "What is it?" "We had a security threat earlier." He rubbed his neck as he spoke. "Someone got me from behind, plus everyone else in the lobby, but they seem to be gone, now. We're not even sure of what they were after." "I have a question," I said, curious. "How well trained would one person need to be, in order to take out an entire floor full of armed guards?" "We've been assuming it was an entire team, but for one person to do it." He trailed off as he thought.
"No, it would have to be a team. One person just couldn't knock us all out and manage to remain unseen. It's impossible." "Yeah, that would be absurd." "Well, the threat seems to have passed, so would you like to see Carter?" "I really would." The elevator seemed to move slower than before, but that could have been because I was starting to evaluate every choice that had brought me to this moment.
"Oh, shit," I said to myself. "I'm planning to fuck a drug lord." While that thought was terrifying, I also knew that it was exactly what had brought me here. I was filled with excitement, as I thought of us running from the cops, shooting at rival gangs, raking in cash and snorting enough coke to choke a whale. I placed a hand over my heart, feeling every anxious beat as I pondered a life with Carter.
Not only did my stomach flutter with every image and every thought, but a familiar tingling sensation swept through me, and a single drop of moisture rolled down my inner thigh.
The doors opened up to the penthouse suite, just as they had before. However, this time, Carter was there, blocking the doorway so that I couldn't see inside. "So… Did you learn anything interesting?" "Is that the best you can do?" He looked down at the ground. "I've never really had to ask this, before now. If you have any reservations-" "I don't," I said, boldly stepping past him and seeing that every table was covered in white powder, and workers in masks were sitting in every chair.
"Oh, God." "Yeah, this is my business," he told me. "I've found that hotel rooms are a surprisingly good place to cut product. They're cleaned every day, they don't bat an eye if a wealthy guy in a suit brings up ten cases of luggage, and even if they do find something suspicious, most would rather fire the maid who saw it and move on. Reporting it to the police risks tarnishing their reputation and losing a client." My eyes roamed past all the workers, the cocaine and the hundreds of cartons of baby powder, to the stacks of money sitting in the living room.
"I have a partner flying over from Sydney, in a few weeks, and he's bringing a shipment with him. I was getting his payment ready, when I got your text." "I want everyone out of here," I said, pretending I hadn't even heard him speak. "Um… ok." One snap of his fingers was enough to get every worker and armed guard to turn their heads toward Carter, and, one gesture later, they were practically sprinting for the service elevator.
"Is that all of them?" I asked. "Yeah." "Good." Without thinking twice, I kicked the money off the table. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were casually tossed to the ground, before I grabbed Carter and threw him on top of it. "I hope your liaison doesn't mind this money being a little dirty," I said, bringing my lips to his and tearing open his shirt. "Or maybe even a little wet." A massive smile crossed his face. "I'll make sure he doesn't mind." I didn't even have time to soak in the sight of his body, as the two of us became lost in each other's embrace.
However, the feeling of him pressed against me, especially once he began gently toying with my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress, made me moan out loud and lust for him even harder. "Wait," he said, pulling away. "Why are you in such a rush?" "In the shortest terms, it's because I want your cock," I told him, sincerely.
"But the long version is that I spent five years in a gold plated prison, as a billionaire's trophy wife. You're the hot dose of excitement that I need in my life." A smile came across his face, as he heard me say that.
"Well, if you find this hot, than you'll love what's in the bedroom.
Excitedly, I followed behind Carter, fighting to keep my dress up on my shoulders. It had been torn off and hastily thrown back on so many times today, that it was starting to stretch. As for Carter, most of the buttons on his shirt were missing, and the majority of his chest was completely exposed. Even his massive erection was only barely covered by the thin fabric of his trousers. My eyes hungrily roamed over his body, and, as we continued to walk towards the bedroom, and I could see his eyes looking back at mine.
Every time my little black dress slipped from one shoulder, his eyes darted back, in hopes of seeing a little more skin. I liked the excitement and knowing that I had his full attention, and so, when I felt both sides beginning to slip, I decided to give him what he had been waiting for.
"Oh my," I said, with full and pouty lips, as both sides of the fabric slipped in unison. As my breasts swayed in front of him, completely exposed, Carter stopped in his tracks and fought his urge to ravage me.
"You said I would like what was in the bedroom, right?" I asked him, as I casually pulled the dress back up, pretending as if nothing had happened. "Let's wait until we get there." I could see the anger and lust swelling behind his eyes, but he obeyed, nonetheless. "We've done a bit of redecorating," he told me, and as he unlocked the door and let it swing open, my jaw dropped to the floor. The bed had been tipped over and pushed to the side of the room, to make room for literal pallets of money.
Four of them, to be exact. "There's a reason this hotel doesn't ask questions." Carter pulled out a stack of hundreds, and flipped through it as he spoke. "So BJ, do you like what you see?" I was too shocked to answer.
There was nothing I could say that could come close to summing up my feelings. However, Carter took one look at my face and knew exactly what was going on in my mind, just like he always did.
He didn't need to wait for me to fumble through my words or hastily figure out what to say. He knew words weren't what I was looking for.
He walked up to me, letting his pants fall away, so that he now stood before me wearing nothing, but a torn button down shirt and a wide smile.
With unwavering confidence, he walked up to me and leaned down to kiss my lips, gentle and slow. However, as he did so, I felt one solitary finger slide its way up my inner thigh, tracing that same line of moisture that had fallen in the elevator.
It was no longer the only wetness running out of me, especially after he pulled his lips away, teasing me as another hand reached up my dress to caress me from behind, but his finger seemed to target that line, determined to trace it back to the source. Gently, Carter pushed up the hem of my dress, his finger traveling further every moment, until it sat only centimeters away. "How much do you want me?" he asked. I knew that he already knew the answer, just as I knew he could feel the lustful heat radiating from my womanhood, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"I should ask you the same," I told him, giving him the same tease. His second hand, which remained firmly glued to my ass, suddenly squeezed me harder, as I sent a single, exploratory finger over to him, quickly drawing it down from his belly button, but slowing down to a crawl, as it changed directions, moving down his full length.
As my other fingers wrapped around Carter, I could feel him twitch in my hand. This happened more and more, as I began to move up and down his shaft, and soon his head was pushing against my dress, wetting the fabric as it begged to bury itself inside of me.
"You might be the most bold woman I had ever met." "It's not that hard, once you know the secret," I told him, his dick still held firmly in my hand. "Confidence, is just a measure of how well you can lie to yourself." He smiled. "I guess we're both good liars then." All at once, Carter's demeanor changed.
My hand was pulled away and he lifted me into his arms, making me feel small as he threw me around with ease. "What are you doing?" "I'm being truthful." He gently placed me up on the pallet of bills, with my dress hiked up and his head between my legs. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I'm never letting you go." I couldn't help but laugh a little, when he said that.
"Did the big, bad kingpin really just admit he was infatuated with me?" He smiled, once again. "I can do more than just admit it." "Oh, fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Without warning, Carter plunged his tongue inside of me, in a grand show of passion and desire. "Don't ever stop." I hadn't realized how neglected my pussy had been, until that exact moment. I'd had some idea, with how I quivered in his presence and the waterfall running down my legs.
However, I hadn't truly internalized just how much I needed to be touched, until I felt his lips roughly teasing me. "Goddamn. I've been with lesbians who couldn't eat out as well as you," I told him. Carter instantly looked up at me in surprise. "I went through a phase, back in college." With even more fervor, Carter went back to what he had been doing, after forcing my legs apart, once more. The feeling of his tongue snaking its way inside of me was amazing, feeling him open me up as his stubble teased my clit, but, right at that moment, I suddenly remembered the situation that I was in.
I was lying on a five foot stack of hundred dollar bills, owned by a drug lord who had his mouth glued between my legs.
"Holy shit." "What's wrong," Carter asked, concerned. "Do you need me to do something different?" "No, you're fantastic," I told him, as he hopped up beside me.
"I know I'm ruining the mood, but I just… I wasn't expecting my day to go like this." "I know it's a lot to take in," he told me, "But from now on you don't have to worry about anything.
I'll give you whatever you want, whenever you want it, every single day." I felt myself tingle, as I took in the sight of his powerful form, stretched out across our makeshift bed. His body was so perfectly sculpted, that I could count every muscle and contour on his frame.
"I can think of something I want right now." "Oh, really?" He rolled on top of me, his cock pressing against my stomach and his arms pinning me down. "I can think of something, too." Without even breaking a sweat, he ripped open my dress from end to end, with just his bare hands.
"I want to buy you a thousand new gowns." He leaned in close as he spoke, to make sure I could take in every word. "But you're not leaving this suite, until I'm done with you." Without a moment of pomp or circumstance, he plunged his full length inside of me.
I screamed yet again, in a slurry of pleasure and surprise, as Carter relentlessly penetrated my pussy over and over, splitting me apart with the force of his thrusts. Within seconds, I could feel myself building to orgasm, and it took less than a minute for Carter's cock to send me over the edge.
"Fuck, do you ever get tired?" "Not for you," he said. "You're too perfect for me to ever want to stop." I pulled him down to me, kissing him deeply as I laid there, once again receiving everything he had to give me, and doing so with a smile on my face. "Goddamnit," he said, suddenly. "You're too tight. I'm already getting close." "That's ok," I told him.
In truth, just knowing he was close turned me on, and knowing I was what drove him there made it even better. "Do you want to cum inside me, again?" I asked him, sweetly. "I'll let you pick. Do you want to fill me up or splash it all over my body?" "Fuck," he said, in frustration. "You're a little devil, aren't you?" I smiled, wickedly. "I just want to make you happy. Tell me what you want." "I want to cum on you." "Then do it! I need it!" It didn't take long, after that.
As my second earth shattering orgasm overtook me, I saw Carter's muscles clench, as his overtook him as well. At the very last possible moment, I felt him pull out, and boiling hot liquid shot all over my stomach, up to my tits, and a few drops even splattered across my face. His seed covered the piles of money we were laying on, and it filled me with a sense of wicked joy, knowing that Carter's payment would be made with cash covered in the results of our love-making.
"Oh, fuck," said Carter, even more tired than he'd been after our last fuckfest. "You know, I didn't expect my day to go this way, either." "Are you glad that it did?" "Fuck yeah. What about you?" As I looked around and contemplated the semen stained cash all around me, the handsome bad boy on top of me and my sated libido, my answer was crystal clear. "I'm very glad."