Closet Full Of Secrets

Oh, my god, I am in way over my head, but it is a rush, a rush that I need, a thrill that I crave. Everything about this man is hot, and he is burning right into my skin.

What happens when I fall for a mafia boss. I don't know, but I am sure as hell going to find out.

"Fuck Kay," Rob looks me up and down as he greets me, "You are looking hot tonight; I feel I can almost eat you."

"Do you want that jaw to eat?" Jackson asks Rob.

"If it is to eat Kay, then yes."

Jackson steps forward and fists his hands around Rob's shirt, pulling him awkwardly closer, "I will rip that thing off your head."

"Jackson," I pull Jackson away from Rob.

"It is fine, baby girl," he reassures me. "I am just reminding him of his manners."

From next to Rob, Anelle speaks, "You do look hot, Kay."

"It is Kayley to you," I remind her. "And I am not lesbian."

"Fuck I am giving you a compliment."

From completely out of nowhere, Rob snaps at Anelle, "Shut up, Anelle."

"Rob, don't talk to your girl like that," Jackson tells him.

"Rob does not have girls." I remind Jackson,  "He just fucks."

Anelle, still just sitting there shutting her mouth, snaps at me, "Hey, I am sitting right here."

"Anelle, shut up."

And of course, this will turn Jackson on; every damn thing turns this man on. So he steps closer and whispers in my ear, "Baby girl, that is so hot. I love it when you talk like that."

I only but laugh at him, "Is that your idea of kinky?"

But then his face gets all serious, "Go open that other closet, and you will see what's kinky."

"What are we talking about here?"

"Whips," Drake says

"Handcuffs, Anthony adds.

"Blindfolds," Matthew smirks.

"Chains?" I ask.

"What the fuck are you assholes doing in my office?" I see as Jackson gets somewhat shy.

"You don't want us to fuck in the bathrooms," Drake says.

"So we use your office," Anthony adds.

"The next one that fucks in my office will lose his erection," Jackson says as he raises his voice but just a fraction.

"Then you better go to your office," I burst out laughing. "Cause Mike is in there."

"With who?" Rob asks

"Anelle."

"That asshole, I am going to cut off his balls," Rob says as he walks to the office.

"Wait, I want to do it." I stop him

"Baby girl," Jackson tries to stop me. "Are you going to cut off the poor asshole's balls?"

"I am going to take that whip and slap Anelle's tits."

"Fuck I want to see this." Drake jumps from his chair.

"Me too." Matthew follows

"If you so much as lift your asses off that chair, you going to lose your cock and balls," Jackson warns Matthew and rake.

"Come, Jackson," I take him by the hand. "Show me where that whip is."

"Fuck, you are going to be the death of me."

I have no fucking idea what I am doing; all I know I am finally going to see Mike naked, and I am not looking forward to it. From what I saw, she does not have fake tits, so it is going to hurt like a bitch.

"Baby, do you think I am crazy if I do this?" I ask Jackson.

"Baby girl, I would think you crazy if you don't."

"I am coming with you;" Rob follows us. "You can cut off whatever you want, boss."

"Fuck, this is turning into an orgy." I only but laugh at the crowd going to Jackson's office.

We get to the office, and Rob barges in, furious as hell. My baby has the biggest fuck ass smile on his face. For a second, I stare at how fucking gorgeous he is before I open the closet.

"Where is your whip?" I ask as I go towards the closet.

"It should be on the left."

"It's not here."

"Some dick must have taken it."

"Now what?"

"Punch the shit out of her."

"Jackson, I am going to hurt her."

"Baby girl, that is the whole point."

I walk up to Anelle with one purpose, and that is to knock the shit out of her. Before she even gets the chance to cover her plastic face, my fist smashes smack bang between her eyes. I hear a crack as she falls to a pile of shit on the floor.

"Fuck." Jackson gasps.

"I told you she could throw a mean punch," Rob says

"Goddammit, that was hot."

Mike frantically pulls his pants up and steps back from Rob and Jackson, "Fuck boss, please don't let her punch me too."

Jackson steps closer to him, ready with his fists balled, "I am going to break every bone in your body. Why are you fucking that whore in my office?"

"She is not a whore; she is Rob's girl."

I nearly fall off my feet as Rob speaks to Mike, "She is not my girl; she is a whore."

"But she is always with you," Mike says.

"Because I pay her to give me a blowjob when and wherever I want."

"Don't you fuck her?"

"No, she is dirty."

"What do you mean, dirty?"

Jackso starts laughing as the panic sets over Mike's face, "It means go fucking scrub your cock, you idiot."

"Oh fuck," I joined Jackson. "This is hilarious, you two idiots."

"Come, baby girl, let them clean up their shit."

"Baby?"

"Yes?"

"Is there a corner where I can kiss you?"

"Why don't you kiss me right here?"

"It's not the kiss you do in public."

"Do I need to take my clothes off?"

"No."

"Then I don't give a fuck, kiss me here."

"You are going to regret this."

It is as if an animal awakes in me; I drive his hard body into the wall, feeling his hard chest bursting underneath his tight designer shirt. I loosen just enough buttons to slide my hand over his rippled abs, trailing my fingers and let them slip between the seams of his pants. His body jerks.

"Baby girl, what are you doing?"

"Shush."

I press his legs open with my knee and grind my p*ssy into his thighs; in an instant, I can feel his erection grow against my hips. A soft moan escapes over his lips; his heartbeat is getting faster, his body burning hot. There is a hungry look in his eyes, waiting to take and devour me.

Then my mouth presses hard against his, his lips trembling, his breathing slows. Gently I nibble and pull at his wet lips, his tongue eager to enter me, but I pull away.

"Baby girl, don't stop."

I nip his ear; he quivers; I run my tongue down his neck, kissing and biting as I go; without any warning, I slip my hand down his pants and rub it over his throbbing wet erection.

"Fuck I am taking you to the office."

"No."

My lips crash against his; this time, I am not soft, I am not gentle; I take his mouth, hard and deep. My tongue searching for his, rubbing and sucking, intertwined with so much passion and lust. My grip on his hard length tightens, and his body goes wild. I kiss him deeper, claiming his mouth, my tongue slipping in and out, our mouths moving in perfect sync.

"Baby, if you keep doing this, you are going to make me cum."

"That was the plan."

"Goddammit, I wish I can take you home and dive my tongue between your legs."

"Then I have to suck that fucking hard cock until it bursts in my mouth."

"Fuck."

Just then, Drake comes walking past, "When you have stopped fucking each other verbally, your drinks are waiting."

"Drake."

"Yes, boss."

"Watch your mouth."

Throwing back three tequilas in a row, I think to myself, what a fucking crazy night. And I only know him for two days now.