Nicolás stared at the building for a long time wordlessly, it was a massive hotel that stood in all of its glory. People trooped in and out of it while he sat and watched patiently, and after a glance at his wristwatch, he got out of the passenger seat and made his way towards the back entrance.
The back was dark, all the lights put out. He pushed open the entrance door and entered, with quick strides he made his way up the stairs that led to a hidden suite in the hotel. Armed men were stationed in front of the door, neither blinking as Nicolás passed them by, he paused in front of the door to tap a finger on his gun that was tucked beneath his suit before pushing open the door, he shut it behind him.
A large, grey-haired man sat on the couch with a pipe in hand, he was surrounded by more armed men and on her knees in front of him, his cock in her mouth was a stark naked woman.
"Sir Amante," Nicolás said as he settled himself on the couch opposite the man, his eyes were closed in pleasure and he regularly let out a grunt while taking a puff of his smoke.
Nicolás calmly stared at the man waiting for him to be done, the rest of the men in the room all had their backs to him. He watched as Sir Amante's face contorted and he stiffened before grabbing onto the head of the woman tight and pushing her mouth faster as he pounded his cock inside her, he kept at it until he began to shake when spasms of his orgasm overtook him, he released all over her face, liquid gushed out landing on her nose, eyes, and mouth.
"Sir Amante," She purred before bending down to take his limp cock back in her mouth and licking off every last drop of liquid with a sheer look of ecstasy on her face, Nicolás watched with an impassive expression as Sir Amante smiled satisfactorily before gently patting her head. He zipped up his trousers and made a whistling sound, one of the men came and took her by the arm leading her to the corner of the room, her bare butt bounced as she was tugged along.
Without giving the woman a second to process what was happening, the man pulled out a gun and shot her, the silencer barely making any sound, she fell to the floor, her blood seeping down her naked body.
Sir Amante didn't react to what had just happened, he took a large gulp of wine straight from the bottle before turning to Nicolás.
"Nicolás, my boy." He said with a large grin on his face. "Good to see you."
Nicolás made a small movement of respect with his head. "Governor," He simply said.
Sir Amante laughed as though he'd said the funniest thing ever. "Look at you Black, ever so formal. How are you? You mustn't resent me, my boy, taking you away from your wife on your wedding night."
"Duty calls," Nicolás replied, still maintaining his cold and calculated tone.
"Of course, of course, it's why I like you so much you see, conosci le tue priorità - you know your priorities." Sir Amante said.
"What can I help you with this time, Governor?" He asked.
"Always straight to business with you Black, you should have fun. Want me to get you one of my girls? She would do better than that one." Sir Amante said, nodding towards the dead woman who lay in the corner.
"The information?" Nicolás asked in a tone that conveyed his patience was running thin.
Sir Amante gave him a look of interest before smiling and retrieving an envelope from beneath the center table, he handed it to Nicolás.
Nicolás tore it open and brought out the papers that held all the information he needed before finally bringing out the pictures. He stared at the man on it, he seemed to be in his sixties and looked very familiar. Nicolás smiled when he realized who it was.
"Sir Frederick D'Attilio." He said in a small whisper, he was a senator.
Sir Amante smiled. "I see you know him."
Nicolás stared back at him. "He is a good friend."
"Is that so?" He asked, taking a puff from his pipe. "Would that pose a problem then?"
Nicolás stood up. "You should know by now, Governor, that I've never mixed business and personal relationships, expect news of his death before the week runs out."
He spared the woman one last glance before walking out of the room, the pleased cackle of Sir Amante following him.
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The drive to his penthouse was short, and in a few minutes, he was packed outside it. He made his way inside, the lights were off and his lips curled up into a small smile when he perceived a whiff of the perfume.
He took the stairs that led up to his bedroom in a calm stride, the door was open already awaiting his arrival, and he stepped inside. The lights were so dim he could barely see anything but soon enough, his eyes got adjusted to it, in the background a low, sensual music played.
Finally, Nicolás's eyes landed on the bed and he nodded approvingly before shrugging off his suit jacket leaving on his waistcoat, he folded the sleeves of his white shirt and pulled a chair to the front of the bed where he settled himself to watch the show.
She was dressed in a black thong that left barely anything to the imagination, each of her legs tied to one end of the bed leaving them wide open, he could see her pussy juice dripping down her thigh and seeping through the sheets.
"Black," She moaned quietly.
"Go on," He said, his voice coming out in a low growl.
Her eyes met with his and she gave him a challenging smile before asking. "Would you do the pleasure?"
He felt his cock stir alive at her question, he walked up to her and set his knees on the bed before reaching out to her panties, he snapped the flimsy material in one movement, he pulled it away leaving her pussy completely exposed to him. She moaned his name again and tried to shift closer to him just so his hands could touch her where she wanted, he retrieved his hands and went back to his seat.
While maintaining steady eye contact with him, her hands reached down to her clit, pink and swollen with desire. Her fingers gently touched them, causing her to release a whimper.
She closed her eyes. "I'm wet from just the thoughts of you." Her words came out breathlessly as her other hand pulled off her bra, her full, large breast left in view, her nipples hard.
Her fingers in her clit moved faster and she released small cries of pleasure, pushing up her hips to match her pace. Her touch was hungry and ferocious, the flesh glistened from her wetness.
"Another finger," Nicolás said, his voice coming out husky as his eyes fixed on her intensely from his position, he'd barely moved a muscle.
"Yes, yes Black." She said obligingly as she slipped another finger and let out a gasp and her lips formed a little 'o'
"Harder!" He said.
She obeyed, her fingers moving even faster with a maddening hunger, her other hand on her breast grabbing and squeezing as she writhed on the bed, her eyes closed, and her face a representation of sexual bliss.
"I love it when you look at me, when you stare at me with those eyes, you have no idea…" The rest of her words came out incoherently as her face tightened, her fingers kept moving circularly, Nicolás could see how moist they were, moving with ease from the wetness, his eyes glazed.
He watched as she struggled uncomfortably and squirmed on the bed.
"Nicolás I'm going…"
"Don't you dare!" He said.
"Please," She cried, a tear falling down her face as her hands moved harder, her hold on her breast so strong he could see them turning red. "I can't…"
"You will," He said, "When I tell you to. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, oh please." She cried as she took out her hands and trailed them to her mouth licking off the taste of herself, this did unexplained things to Nicolás, his cock stood erect.
He stood up finally, and her eyes snapped open, the glee on her face indescribable as he approached her. Her fingers went back to work, her eyes steady on him. His eyes went to her clit which was pink, swollen, and dripping wet - his invitation. He reached to the drawers of the bed and pulled out the cuffs.
"Put up your hands," He said in a low, impatient growl and she obeyed immediately, he cuffed her hands to the bed.
He positioned himself on the bed before settling himself in between her legs, and like a wild animal, his tongue swiped down on her clit, the liquid oozing from her melting on his tongue.
"Dear God!" She screamed, her voice shaking with tears. "Oh God, Nicolás please."