James strolled into the living room, having just come back from dropping off Mary. The whole drive home his cock was straining against his pants, just aching to come out. He was going to have to control his urges around Mary. If it were up to him he would have pressed her against the hood of his car, ripped down those baggy scrub bottoms and fucked her into oblivion. But he couldn't. Mary was a sweet and innocent girl and she made it explicitly clear she was waiting until marriage to make love to that special someone. James's selfish and possessive side of him was going to have to control the urge to not fuck her every time he saw her.
She was so different compared to the girls he'd been with before. He was used to getting his own way, used to having things at the click of his fingers. But Mary… she was different. A challenge almost and Barnes was up for it. There was just something about her that intrigued him even more and the fact that she hadn't been with anyone only made him want her more. She was unlike the blonde bimbos he was used to fucking at the club and the tall models he dated in his early twenties. She was like a little flower, blooming in his dark world and oh how he wanted to show her the darkest side of him, the dominant taste he was in the bedroom, the way he handles a whip around a girl and commands them with just a look. But she was far too innocent for that yet.
James would be lying if he said he was nervous to tell Mary about his lifestyle. She was a Christian and he was a mafia crime lord, the two just don't go together. But he was determined to make it work. He was already missing her and couldn't wait to have her all to himself. If that very feeling didn't show his feelings for her, then he would have moved on from her a long time ago. But one thing was bothering him. Peter. He didn't know the guy personally and judging from first looks he seemed like a friendly guy. But he didn't know the relationship he had with Mary and his intentions. Was he just a friend or was there something more there?
As he suspected, Steve was sat lazily on the couch, feet propped up on one of the small footstools and a beer in hand, the football on the TV.
"Oh come on, you could have made that" he groaned at the TV and James's shadow caught his eye.
"Whose playing?" James asked.
"Miami, they've been shit all season, don't think they'll win this one" he grumbled as James chuckled, strolling around the sofa.
"Shit Buck, I'm sorry about earlier I didn't know she was coming" he said and James shrugged it off. At the time he was fuming but now that Mary was home safe it was back to business. Business doesn't stop unless James says it does.
"It's okay, what did Zemo want?" He asked.
"Said for you to call him about a shipment coming in tomorrow," Steve said simply.
Steve was James's second in command, a friend of his since they were at school. The two were almost inseparable and if anything happened to James, he knew he could trust Steve to take over whilst he was out of action. He was the classic boisterous fuck boy in town, hardly caring about any of the girls he came into contact with and making them feel special only when he was with them. He was a ruthless killer, a sadist when it came to that side of things and always was up for some action. James trusted him very much and his friendship was one of the special things in his life. He didn't have many friends, most of the people who knew him saw them as colleagues or acquaintances, but Steve and the rest of his gang were loyal men to him which is cherished deeply.
"I'll call him" James headed off down to his office, hands in his pockets and speed walking down there. Upon opening the door to his office, the small jingle of a collar alerted him and he looked down to see Alpine trotting out. He must have been stuck in there. You wouldn't think the most ruthless mob boss in New York would be the owner of a fluffy white cat named Alpine. His name came from the snowy alpine mountains, matching his coat perfectly and he was born with stunning green eyes and an attitude that didn't give two shits. He had no regard for anyone but himself and of course James. James hummed, watching as he padded down the hallway without even a glance at his owner and entered his office.
"James, I'm glad you called, I have something exciting coming in for you" Zemo started as James slumped down on the cushy chair in the corner of the office.
"What is it?" He asked simply, folding his leg over the other.
"Machine guns… two hundred of them, imported from Mexico, they'll do nicely for you, you can sell them at $2000 a pop".
"Are they legit, I don't want another round of what happened before when you sold me Mexican shit" he grumbled slightly. James was a wise man and learned from his mistakes, although the mistake wasn't his, he wasn't going to waste time on shit that he wouldn't be able to sell.
"Trust me they work, You should see the state of the compound when I went to pick them up".
"Fine, what time" James wasn't hanging around with small talk, he was on business and wasn't going to hang around on the details.
"It's a late one, ten, I'll meet you at the docks tomorrow".
"Alright, this shit better be good Zemo" he warned and Zemo chuckled.
"Of course James, you know I'm looking out for you as well" he chuckled and James rolled his eyes.
"See you tomorrow" he hung up the phone with a huff.
Zemo was an arms dealer, bringing in shipments from all over the world into James's and it wasn't just the gun, it was anything he could get into New York. At least they had a new shipment coming in, something that could be easily sold. When it came to business, James didn't hang about and his charm made it that much easier to sell.
For a moment James sat there, staring into the space of his office, crowded by silence and the thoughts of his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about Mary. He imagined her sitting right on his lap now, straddling him, his hands touching every inch of her body and taking those sweet lips into his. He wished he didn't let her go home but he didn't want to scare her off. His jealousy flooded right back as he remembered he wasn't going to see her until Sunday and tomorrow she was spending her time with Peter.
Something about him didn't sit right with James. Not because Peter was a bad person but because James was an easily jealous and possessive one. He wanted Mary for himself and as selfish as it sounds, he was going to do that. He dialled a number quickly into his phone, standing from the chair and strolling around the office.
"Ned, it's me… I need you to do me a favour".
"What is it?" The sound of computers and gunshots could be heard easily through the phone and James smirked.
"I need you to look into someone for me, his name is Peter and he works at the Brooklyn General Hospital" he informed the teenager on the other end of the phone.
"Okay, what's the connection" the loud crunching of chips responded after.
"I just need some info on him, he's involved with someone I know".
"Alright, I'll see what I can do" James grinned.
"Thanks, send it over to me when you're finished" and with that, he hung up the phone. But that didn't get rid of his urges and nothing would until he did something about it. So he grabbed his keys, stormed out of the mansion and stormed over to his car.
The club was quiet, as always but that was only in the lobby. As you walked past the rooms you'd hear the screams and moans through the thick wooden doors not knowing if they were screaming in pleasure or in pain. James quickly made his way to his room, his cock bursting to come out against his tight pants. As expected, Natalie was there, kneeling beautifully on the floor in her submissive position, hands where they should be, eyes looking down and a slight smirk on her lips. James shut the door softly, slowly entering the room, his shoes clacking on the hardwood flooring and earning a bigger grin from the kneeling girl. A simple touch of her jaw made her wet and James passed her, making his way to the grand wall of implements and bondage.
He was here for one reason only, to release the cock block Mary had given him, to release himself into something and take his mind off the ache.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me" he whispered in Natalie's ear, earning a soft moan from her as she grinned against the sheets. She was face down on the half, her upper body resting on the edge and her legs spread open wide, ankles tied to the bed posts. Her arms were pulled back, tied tightly to the bed posts as well and kept her spread just for his liking.
"Yes Sir" James groaned, eyes fluttering closed as he imagined Mary saying those words, his erection getting longer and harder and he couldn't wait any longer. He pounded her hard, grabbed her hair and yanked it so her head was raised, the moans just spilling out like she was singing. James had discarded his suit, leaving only his body on display with sweat glistening his skin under the warm lights, small pieces of hair dropping in front of his face and almost sticking to his hot and clammy skin. He spanked her, leaving his large handprints over her plump ass, fingers digging into her skin and leaving marks.
Natalie screamed in pleasure, begging for more, begging for him to fuck her harder and deeper. James grunted as he soon reached his climax, spilling inside of her whilst she came shortly after with his express permission. James slowed down with heavy breaths, his body exhausted. Natalie was panting, grinning with pleasure as if she was drunk on her climax. His relief was gone but it wasn't as satisfying as it could have been. His mind was on Mary and only when he thought more about her did he come quicker.
The two were laid in bed together, James under the covers with an arm above his head and Natalie on her front, twirling her leg in the air, resting her head in her palm as she stared at him.
"I needed that… you seem to be the only person to make me come like that" She grinned and James hummed softly. It was obvious she was talking about the other guys she had subbed for today and they weren't half as good as when she had sex with James. Natalie lifted her finger, running a perfectly shaped red nail across his chest, over his smooth skin.
"I'm free on Saturday, Come down and I'll be at your entire service" She grinned and James sighed, jumping out of bed. Normally he'd be up for laying there with her, running his smooth fingers over her back, rubbing in the soft creams they had stocked in the rooms for aftercare but tonight he just wasn't and he seemed to be less interested than he was before in Natalie.
"I can't, I'm busy," he said simply, gathering his trousers and searching for his phone. Natalie frowned a little, sitting up in bed slightly as she watched him. He was barely even looking at her, focusing on his phone and suddenly a smile came to his lips.
"Tomorrow then?" She asked.
"I can't, I have business" he shrugged and Natalie huffed. She didn't want to seem like a psycho, but she couldn't help but feel rejected. It seemed like lately he wasn't that interested in her and only came for a quick fuck and then left. But she hoped it was just one of those moods he was in and everything would turn back to normal next week. Besides, there were plenty of people to fuck her whilst he wasn't available but none as good as him. James just had a way with her, knew all the buttons to push, all the places to touch that would send her shaking with orgasms.
James quickly dressed, making sure his jacket was matched perfectly with the ends of his sleeves. "I'll see you soon," he said simply and left but not before patting her ass and leaving her on the bed. Natalie sighed as the door shut, jumping up from the bed and padding to the bathroom to run a shower.
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