“I’m sorry?” he whispered.
“Ten million,” she repeated. “And you’re paying for my ticket up here, and D’s and Mad’s. We came first class, of course. And I’m staying at the Halcyon. It’s tremendous. So with incidentals, rental cars, gas, etcetera, and as I intend to go shopping after this, how about we round it up to ten million, ten thousand?”
“Fifteen,” the big one grunted. “Honeymoon, Mistress girl.”
She was their Domme.
And Benito found it very annoying and not at all convenient that thought made his cock twitch.
“Ten million, fifteen thousand,” the brunette amended.
He ignored his physical reaction.
“You think I care people know that about me?” he asked, tossing an arm to the TV.
The woman lifted the remote and the mute went off the TV.
They listened to the noises for moments before those noises stopped, which made Benito look at the television.
She was fast forwarding.
“I think it’s around here,” she murmured, hit play, and the noises came back.
It took some time, and it was excruciating time, watching and listening to him on his hands and knees, taking it at both ends, but then they heard, “You like that? You like taking daddy’s cock?”
His mouth was freed and he heard himself grunt, “Yes,” and he’d done this while the other one was twisting his hips and slapping his face with his hard dick.
“Tell me you like taking daddy’s cock,” the man at his back demanded.
The woman hit mute again.
But he’d said it.
As ordered.
And got a reward.
The best handjob he’d ever experienced, that being one with a cock moving up his ass.
“I like taking daddy’s cock too,” the dark one noted.
“Daddy’s not feelin’ it anymore, bro,” the big one said.
The dark one smiled a cruel smile at Benito.
“Now, let’s talk about what you care about what people think,” the brunette invited.
“You do know I’m going to kill you all,” he remarked.
He understood they might consider that bravado, seeing as just the big one could break him in two, but by the looks of the dark one, he’d enjoy making Benito feel pain and not in a good way.
He also didn’t care.
All three of them were dead.
“Oh no, we don’t know that,” the brunette purred, shifting to rest her head on the big one’s chest, but not taking her eyes from Benito. “I think you’re going to have ten million, fifteen thousand dollars waiting for us when we say we’re ready. You’re going to deliver it to where we say we want it delivered. And then you’re going to have your meeting with Kane Allen and Knight Sebring and share with them you’re leaving Denver, for good this time. Not for a retreat at Dr. Baldwin’s Hospital for the Criminally Fucked Up.”
He wished he was not impressed with how much this woman knew.
But he was impressed with how much this woman knew.
If they’d met under different circumstances, he would recruit her, even if she was gash.
She continued speaking.
“But before you leave the city, you’ll deed over the entirety of the film production facilities you own to Ride LLC. Once this is all done, you’ll leave, never to return. You’ll have to the end of the week. And then you’ll leave all this behind,” she swung out an arm, then pinned him with her eyes, “including Tallulah Monroe.”
Tallulah?
“None of that will be happening,” he stated.
She shrugged, shifted, planting both elbows into the big one’s flat stomach.
He grunted, then grinned, lying against Benito’s pillows, his head up on the headboard, shoulders on his euros, hands crossed behind his skull like he lazed on Benito’s two-thousand-dollar comforter every day.
She put her chin in both her fists as the dark one covered her back, resting his chest there, his bearded chin in her neck, his eyes on Benito, but his hand curled fully around the big one’s thigh, close to his groin.
“Well then, you leave me no choice but to give Mamá Nana this tape,” the woman declared.
Good fuck.
“Now don’t go getting any big thoughts you can start yanking any chains,” she advised. “Our next stop is Chaos. We’ll be giving them the bones.”
Oh God.
The bones?
Benito’s midsection jerked.
Her eyebrows shot up. “You didn’t think we’d show without being thorough?”
“Bro,” the dark one rumbled low, and he shook his head at Benito like he thought Benito was simple.
“Now, just to say,” the brunette carried on, “that ten mil, that’s for Mistress Fury.”
Something moved over her face that made Benito’s balls draw up, a curious sensation he’d never felt outside sex.
But this sensation was not sexual in the slightest.
“She’s not feeling the love, Benito,” she whispered. “Delgado had her looked over, you know, by professionals. Pictures taken. And there were three other Doms at work in that building that day, two of them saw you enter, one saw you leave. Rape carries a sadly short sentence, but I don’t think it’d be enjoyable for you once Mamá Nana shares this tape with the underground video library in the big house. It’s one thing to get it when you want it. You can ask Mistress Fury, it’s an entirely different thing to have it taken from you. Are you understanding me?”
He said nothing, just stared into her eyes.
“Oh, I forgot to cover something,” she stated, assuming a false contrite expression. “You’re probably worried about your men at the door. You should know, we’re very fair. They didn’t rape anybody. So, while you were being played with, we had a chitchat, as well as shared some live entertainment.” She tipped her head on her fists. “Is the phrase ‘rats leave a sinking ship’ familiar to you?”
He felt his mouth get tight.
Not surprisingly, she needed no response.
“Now,” she said brightly, “just in case we haven’t fully communicated your situation to you, we have another friend. He’s delightful,” she breathed. “Oh so much fun. If your devious little mind is thinking payback, or how you can get yourself out of this mess you created, really, in all fairness, I feel I must advise you to let that go. We’ll leave you intact, at least physically. We unleash him, you won’t just be walking with a limp. The last man he went after for hurting a Domme bit off his own tongue during the festivities. Let’s make that not happen to you. Are you with me?”
“I’m with you,” he said between his teeth.
“Good,” she agreed cheerfully, shifting, and the men shifted with her.
They got off the bed and moved to the door but stopped, and all three turned back.
“You can keep that one,” she said, tipping her head to the television. “We have the master. And just to say, added insurance you can carry out orders when a cock is not fucking you up the ass, before your meeting with Allen and Sebring tomorrow, they’ll be getting a copy too. Everyone you’ve been spending years not making very happy will have you by the balls.”
He thought of Kane Allen viewing that tape, hearing that tape, sharing it with the brothers of Chaos and even the feeling of his cold changed.
It didn’t feel empowering.
It just felt chilly.
The brunette regained his attention by speaking.
“Pussy really causes problems, don’t we?” She smiled. “But I guess dick does too. We’ll be in touch. Ciao.”
Then with additional grins from the men who tossed their arms around her shoulders, attached, they walked out.
Benito stared at the door.
Then he looked to the TV just in time to watch himself climax.
Ten million dollars would nearly wipe him out.
He had investments. Real estate. But he’d had to sell a number of them in order to finance his comeback, and having to give up his production facilities would be a massive blow, not only to future income that he was counting on, but to his current assets.
Liquid, once he paid that money, he’d be nearly penniless.
Strike that.
It was ten million, fifteen thousand dollars.
Yes.
Nearly penniless.
He watched himself get fucked at both ends with a spent condom on his shrinking cock.
And it was then, Benito Valenzuela learned how to feel humility.
Legacy
Rush
Five fifty, Sunday evening . . .
“You got her?” Rush asked into his phone, walking into the Chaos Compound.
“Yeah, we’re hangin’ at Essence’s for a while,” Diesel told him. “But I think we’re gonna be movin’ it to Rebel’s. Feelin’ my sis needs some home time. One of us will text you if we’re over there before you get here.”
“Right. Thanks,” Rush muttered.
“Just to say, we got a room at the Halcyon tonight. You guys need some alone time. And after today, we could use some space to let loose.”
Rush stopped by the bar because that was big shit.
They trusted him with Rebel.
“You know I don’t mind,” he reminded Diesel.
“I know, bro,” Diesel replied. “But we’re crampin’ your style, her style, and doin’ it’s cramping our style.”
If they’d been holding back, he didn’t want to know.
“The night. We’ll hook up again tomorrow to take the day shift. Yeah?” Diesel went on.