Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,69

voice lowers to a growl that promises destruction if I don’t answer correctly. “First question. I presume your father has a safe, I’d imagine someplace in his office. Where is it?”

Saint slides out of my mouth, giving me a chance to catch my breath and answer his question. It’s easy. I’ve known where my father keeps his safe for years. There was only one time I was brave enough to sneak in there, and I found him placing one of his prized million-dollar paintings over the steel chest that was built into the wall.

“It’s built into the wall, behind the Meules photograph. You need a code to enter into the pin pad. I tried but never found the correct combination. It’s impossible for you to get into.”

He “hmmms” as he works his head back into my mouth. “Nothing is impossible.” Saint thrusts into my mouth then slides all the way back out. “Good girl. Now flick the tip with your tongue. Just like that, Tesoro.”

With the tip of my tongue I circle his tip, following the curves and trusting my instincts. I trace the veins on his cock and that earns me a tightened fist in my hair and a raspy groan of approval. The sound shoots straight to my core, making me breathless.

“Second question. Out of all the men your father has come in contact with, who does he trust the most?”

He slides out of my mouth, and I gasp, saliva dribbling down the side of my cheek. “N-No one. My father trusts no one.”

Saint’s lips pinch together in disapproval. He drives his cock in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, and I choke around his length, panicking. I slap at his thighs, but he holds me down, firmly in place, keeping me from moving away.

“That panic you feel, Tesoro? It’s only going to get worse if you don’t give me what I want to hear.” A frustrated tear leaks out of the corner of my eye as I wrack my brain for anyone that my father might trust. Anyone I can use as a scapegoat. He slides even deeper, and I gag around his length. His fist in my hair tightens to the point of pain.

Slamming my eyes shut, I force myself to think of all the men my father has meetings with, all the men he entrusts inside and outside of his home. A face flashes behind my eyes. It’s so obvious, it’s been right there before me this whole time.

I begin slapping at the backs of his thighs, and he must sense I have an answer for him because he backs off, freeing his cock. I choke on an influx of air.

“Our driver, Banks,” I gasp. “He’s the only person my father trusts to drive me and himself around. He has to know something.”

Something dark glints in Saint’s eyes. “Very good, Tesoro. Now, suck me, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Saint slides back in my mouth, and this time, he takes no prisoners. He slides in and out as if he’s fucking me, fucking my mouth and throat with a vigor that has my core clenching for reasons I can’t quite comprehend. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes each time he slams into the back of my throat.

There’s a sudden banging on the door, but that doesn’t stop him.

“Boss, there’s something you need to see!” one of his men yells.

He doesn’t stop.

With a guttural groan, Saint grips my breast, savagely tweaking my nipple until I feel a hot spurt coat the back of my throat. It keeps going until my mouth is full of his cum.

Sliding out of me, he smears some of his left over cum across my lips as he tucks himself away.

“See you very soon, Tesoro.”

Breakfast and lunch have long since passed, and yet, there’s still no sign of Saint. I can’t tell if that’s good or bad. After he dressed this morning, he escorted me back to my room, this time leaving me with my blanket and not chaining me up. I’d hoped I had given him enough information to look into for some time, buying me enough time to figure out how to get out of here.

Even hours later, my jaw still aches from this morning. I can still smell him and taste him. I can still feel his rough hands on my skin. This may not be the safest plan of action, but it’s all I’ve got. And so far, it seems to be