002

PIERRE

I walked into one of my factories, Emilio and Marco dutifully following behind me. The air was thick with the chemical tang of cocaine and perfume.

Half-clothed women stood shoulder to shoulder at long steel tables, their hands moving in rhythm—cut, weigh, bag, seal. Armed men with rifles watched from the catwalks above.

“I really hate that we're still discussing this, Antonio,” I said coldly as I stopped in my tracks and shot a deadly glare at my consigliere, whose face held a frustrated look.

“Why aren't you listening to me, Don Pierre? Taking over that factory forcefully will only earn you unnecessary rivals, and we don't need that right now. They beat you to it, so just this once, let it be.” He tried to explain, but my glare didn't leave him.

“I don't fucking care. I'll kill any and everybody who dares to challenge my decision. I'm taking that factory and it's final,” I said slowly, trying not to outburst.

I got whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I was so used to it that anything otherwise didn't go down well with me. I would kill just to keep it that way.

I walked down the aisle between the working tables on either side of the room. I needed to ease off. I hated being stressed with unnecessary shit. I ran my eyes slowly over the working women and picked randomly.

“You, and you!” I pointed at two beautiful women, one with copper hair in light blue underwear, and the other with black hair in purple. “Come with me.”

I walked into a private room and the ladies followed, my men waiting outside the door.

I took off my jacket and flung it on the couch in front of me, then undid a few of my shirts buttons before taking my seat. I hung my arms lazily over the backrest and gave the women a blank look as they walked seductively and stopped a little away from me.

I was known for my huge appetite for sex; hence, the women knew exactly what they were getting into before they even got employed.

I was almost irritated by the boldness they tried to exude. I liked my women submissive and terrified of what to expect. I knew exactly how to put them in place.

“Touch yourselves,” I ordered and watched them do just that. My cock jerked, and I squeezed it hard through my pants. My eyes fixed on both ladies as they stripped and touched themselves.

“Come here,” I gestured with my index finger at the copper-head and she did her seductive walk towards me. I yanked her wrist hard, and she fell to her knees, a yelp escaping her lips as I saw the much-anticipated terror in her eyes.

I grabbed her neck, bringing her face close to mine, then placed my lips on her jaw and hummed, as my cock, now hard as steel, throbbed painfully behind my pants, begging for release.

I ran my finger in circles round her hard nipple as she moaned almost inaudibly. Then I tugged her hair loose from the tie it was in, wrapped my hand around the thick locs, and she swallowed hard.

“Unzip my pants,” I ordered, and without wasting time, her hands moved obediently. My dick sprang out of my pants, bobbing painfully as if all the blood in my body had gone there.

Her eyes fixed on my person in astonishment, and she grabbed it with shaky hands. I hissed as my eyes nearly rolled backward.

“You know what to do, don't you?” I asked, and she nodded, already stroking me. I let go of her hair and relaxed back, letting her work me.

The black-haired girl didn't wait for my command. She walked over to the couch and went on her knees behind the first girl. Then she began touching her, fingering, groping, rubbing, squeezing.

I watched her pleasure the girl who pleasured me. I was impressed. I can't remember fucking any of them, but they knew exactly what to do.

The copper-head girl took my dick in her mouth and moaned in between as the other girl was driving her insane.

My breathing was heavy as she slid my shaft front and back in her throat. I needed more. This wasn't quite hitting the way I liked.

“Fuck,” I groaned and abruptly pushed myself up the sofa, surprising both girls. I grabbed the copper-head by her hair and flung her forcefully on the couch. She trembled fearfully, and though I wasn't looking at the other girl, I knew she was too.

In a swift movement, I pulled my clothes off entirely, standing naked before them both. “It's time to do this my way,” I said menacingly as I moved on top of the girl on the couch.

I positioned myself nicely above her, so my dick was directly in her face. “Open up, pretty,” I said plainly, as I grabbed my dick and spanked her face with it. She was still shaking but always did as instructed.

I pushed my dick down her throat watching her almost choke. She gasped whenever she felt like vomiting, and her wide eyes peered into mine. I pulled out a little, and she clasped her lips around my dick, then I began to thrust into her mouth.

She scratched my thighs painfully with her nails and tried to push me off, but I was stronger. I shut my eyes tight and opened my mouth in pleasure. I liked how much I stretched her mouth, the feeling of fucking her hot mouth, feeling her struggle beneath me.

Yes, I was brutal. I loved it rough because sex was barely enjoyable when I tried to go slow. I wasn't used to doing it gently anymore. The faster it was, the easier it'd be to get over with it and forget I wasn't doing it with the one person I wanted to do it with again so badly.

Years ago, I took her virginity. I did it ever so slowly, regardless of how uncomfortable I had been. She was so fragile to me, and I wanted to make her first time enjoyable. But losing her and becoming a different person entirely, everything changed. I needed that reminder so badly. A reminder of who I was before all of this. I needed her and so it would be.

I froze when I was about to come. “Replace her now,” I said to the other girl as I released the first, and she scurried away from me, her face wet with tears. The black-haired girl trembled fiercely as she lay in the former's place and instinctively opened her mouth wide.

I slid my dick into her mouth and filled her throat with my cum, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I shuddered too.

Then suddenly, the door flung open and my second-in-command barged in.

“Don, we've found her.”