If he secretly recorded himself ripping my sissy virginity from me he would be my new Daddy because no one knows that I've become a woman now other than the men I fuck and suck every weekend....
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If he secretly recorded himself ripping my sissy virginity from me he would be my new Daddy because no one knows that I've become a woman now other than the men I fuck and suck every weekend....
Hey! It's my first time on your blog and I saw your Oneshot about Marco Vendetti (geez I love that guy). Can I also ask you a request to write a one-shot about him as well, Where The reader saw her loving Uncle get beaten by Marco and his gang she immediately blocked his way and stop him from beating her Uncle due to his sickness and his old age but before they leave Marco threatened her uncle to kill him if he still didn't pay his debt (but originally the debt was from her father due to his gambling addiction. But after he died despite her uncle being a good older brother to him, he told Marco to pass the debt on him). After that incident, she secretly went to the viper's den and bravely confronted Marco, she asked him to stop and leave her Uncle alone but he responds he'll stop tormenting him if she is gonna trade her virginity to him and marry him as well to pay her uncle's debt (which he suggested to her uncle earlier but he got mad and told him he will never do that to his beloved niece, not over his dead body leading Marco and his gang beating him). Despite she was afraid that he's gonna torment her uncle again, She finally agrees and Marco told her to meet him in the hotel and gave her a beautiful red tube dress, and that night before she sneaks into their house she asks forgiveness from her uncle for doing this the reader left and meet him in the hotel.
Hi anon! Here I am!
I love bad guys I never tired to say it and I love Marco so I hope you'll enjoy this one shot!
As always sorry for my english!
Red Dress.
Marco Vendetti x Reader.
Anon Request. Characters: Marco Vendetti, Uncle Stephan, Dad Nikolas, and the reader. Warnings: Mob. Violence. Mentions of death. Abuses. Smut. Lost virginity. Words: 5000 (Sorry I think I made it so long) Summary: Your uncle can’t pay the debt he owes Marco, so his men give him a violent beating. To get Marco to stop abusing your uncle, he offers you a deal you know you can't refuse even though you hate him. Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @purple-serenity
It was a nice summer day. The classes were over, people were enjoying long walks in the sunshine, children were playing in the street, you had more time to be with your friends, help your uncle in his store and enjoy the summer.
That same afternoon you would come back from the pool from having a good time with your friends, from feasting your eyes on the boys showing off in their bathing suits and goofing around in the water. It was fun and you were at an age when it was all about hormones and desire. However the smile was wiped off your face when you heard a roar coming from your uncle's shop. Your soul fell to your feet as you saw two huge guys pull the old man out of the grocery store, throwing him to the sidewalk, landing several blows to his face and stomach.
"Stop it!" you shouted running towards them. "Leave him alone!" You demanded in a shouting voice, but the men had more strength than you, knocking you to the ground.
A groan of pain escaped from between your lips, but you didn't just stand there. Rising up like a spring you grabbed your bag tightly and hit one of them in the head. The men stopped to look at you, the two were about to hit you but you throw your bag back at them.
"Get the hell out of here!" you yelled.
"Stay out of here!" Said your uncle Stephan roughly. "They're Vipers! They're Marco's men!"
"Like they're the Lord's men! Get out of here!"
Your shouting started to get the attention of the police, it wasn't like they cared much, really, but their boss had just gotten out of jail and they didn't want to get in trouble with authority. Not for now.
You helped your uncle when the two bouncers left leaving you alone. You sat him carefully on one of the chairs in the store to make sure he was okay, you healed the marks on his face, but you had to take him to the hospital, you were sure he had a broken rib, or at least a fractured one. You were waiting in the hospital ward for your uncle to be treated and you kept fidgeting nervously.
"May I ask what happened?"
"It's nothing, you mustn't worry." Your uncle tried to calm you down.
"What don't I have to worry about, you almost got killed!"
"Really it's nothing, I've been a little late these days, but Marco will understand."
You shuddered when you heard the name Marco Vendetti, the leader of The Vipers. You hadn't heard from him in years, since he went to jail for killing a kid by overdose, he was supposed to be locked up for five years, but he had gotten out a little early for good behavior. You wanted to laugh when your uncle Stephan told you that.
Marco Vendetti didn't know what good behavior was.
The result of the violent beating turned out to be several bruised ribs, some even fractured, forcing your uncle to stay in bed on bed rest for several weeks. The man was devastated, if the store lost performance Marco would not collect his debt and when he returned things would get much worse than they already were. You were not willing to let anything happen to your uncle. Since your father died, he was the only family member you had left, he had always taken care of you, he had protected you and thanks to him you had been able to go to college. You owed him a lot.
So, although reluctantly, Stephan let you take over the store while he recovered. He was to be laid up for two weeks and you were to use that time to take care of him for once.
That afternoon you were finishing counting the till, it had been a really good day and week, there was still a long way to go to cover the payments your uncle had pending, but maybe you could negotiate with Marco, that he would let you stop in several times. Speaking of the King of Rome, the bell over the door of the shop rang and in front of you again stood the pair of bouncers who had beaten your uncle, but this time they were not alone.
With them entered a man with jet hair, ice blue eyes, a scar marking his jaw and a tattoo on his neck. His black shirt was tight around his shoulders and his pants made his legs endless. His lips caught the cigarette he held in his hand and the smoke slowly drifted out between his lips. Your hair stood up in goose bumps and you clenched your fists trying to calm down.
Marco Vendetti.
"Who are you?" his voice sounded surprised, slurring the words with a growl.
"She's Nikolas' daughter, Stephan's niece." One of the bouncers explained. His eyes swept over you from head to toe.
"Wow..." He walked slowly towards your position, a sadistic smile forming on his mouth. "How much you've grown, pretty girl, you're the one who beat up my boys?"
"I was only defending my uncle, your thugs attacked an older, sick and weak man." You barked in anger and he laughed.
"Honey, your uncle has fallen behind on his debt payments."
There wasn't enough money, there wasn't enough time for you to get everything Marco Vendetti had asked for earlier in the week. You weren't going to get everything he had asked for and he would come back, hurt your uncle, or worse, they might end up killing him and take over the store the man had so lovingly set up so many years ago.
You had to do something.
It was risky, you knew it was getting into trouble, going straight to the snake pit was never a good idea, but it was the only thing you could do. You would talk to Marco personally, you would ask him for more time, even if they were more payments, but you needed more time. Making sure your uncle was sleeping peacefully you slipped out of the house through the back window, down the fire escape avoiding anyone who could see you, you left it extended so you could climb back up. Even though it was summer, the streets were quite empty, which made fear invade your body for a few seconds, you couldn't go back now, you had to help your uncle.
"Marco, look what I found at the door." Said Jimmy shoving you violently inside the premises where The Vipers had their settlement.
"Get your hands off me!" You roared as another of Marco's men grabbed your arm.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Marco slowly approached towards your position, as usual, a cigarette decorated his fingers, his cruel smile painted on his lips. "Do you know you just walked into a viper's nest all by yourself, gorgeous?" You heard Vendetti's men laugh at his stupid joke, but you rolled your eyes in disgust.
"I need to talk to you." You wanted to get straight to the point, the less you were there the better, you didn't even want to think what they might try to do to you.
"Oh yeah, you need privacy?" he joked, but you watched as he adjusted his package over his pants and grimaced.
"It's about my uncle's debt... I need more time." You tried to talk some sense into him, he grimaced in boredom and inhaled sharply from his cigarette.
"I gave you a week, honey." He stood barely inches away from you, blowing the smoke over your face, your eyes filled with irritated tears and you coughed violently. "That's long enough."
"No, it's not, it's too much money. If you could delay payment I'd..."
"You what, what would you be willing to offer me, what do you think you might have that might interest me?" You watched as he licked his lower lip before filling his mouth with smoke again.
"Anything, raise the debt, ask me for another payment, I don't care, I'll have it, I just need time." You assured him, but he shook his head unconvinced.
"That wouldn't be fun for me, I don't really gain anything." He shrugged. "I'm not interested in your deal."
"Ask me for anything!" You grabbed him by the wrist when he tried to pull away. He let go of you and grabbed the back of your neck pulling at your hair, you gasped at the sensation of pain that shot through your scalp.
"Whatever?" he bit his lip and ran his gaze up and down your body again. "Would you be able to sell yourself to pay off your uncle's debts?"
"A-Ask me for something else..." you averted your gaze feeling your cheeks redden and his smile grew much wider.
"Oh, now I get it... No one has ever touched you, is that it?" a growl came from his throat, his nose brushed your neck. "That's my deal, you want more time? Then give me your body and I'll give you as much time as you want."
"You're sick." You let go of him with a violent shove. "I'll get the money, you can keep your dick in your pants again."
You got the hell out of there at full speed, Marco didn't have his men come after you, he let you go, but the fear was still in your body, you felt yourself trembling, the grip of the leader of The Vipers still on your hair, the feel of his nose on your neck still had your goose bumps. You went up to your room again and curled up in bed, thousands of thoughts running through your mind, feeling defeated and devastated because you didn't know how you could help your uncle. You knew that if you didn't pay Marco would show no mercy the next time you met again.
Payday was getting closer and closer, you had barely managed to get some money together, people were spending the days out of town to enjoy the warmth and sunshine, they were being bad days in the neighborhood and in the store and you felt you were starting to despair. Your uncle had gone back to the store, he couldn't stand or wait on his feet for long so you took turns, leaving you time for yourself, but your mind was always thinking about Marco and his thugs.
You came back that day from doing some shopping, your uncle was still working so you would take care of making some food for both of you so the man could rest afterwards. You entered the house greeting the old man as you walked into the kitchen leaving the basket of groceries on the living room table. Stephan peeked through the door smiling at you in a mysterious way, confusing you.
"What's wrong?"
"A package has arrived for you, it's quite large, no return address." She informed you and confusion turned to surprise. "Do you have a secret admirer, should I go into overprotective parent mode?" he joked and you laughed with him shaking your head.
"Don't worry, I highly doubt it's that, man, I don't have time for boys." You joked, but you saw his gaze darken, saddened. You sighed and gave him a hug. "Where did you leave it?"
"It's in your room."
"Thank you."
On the bed your uncle had left a rectangular box, off-white with a gold lid, on it was exquisite calligraphy with the name of the store. Your body vibrated as you discovered that it was a rather expensive and exclusive clothing house in town. A twinge in your stomach made you tense up. With trembling hands you opened the box to discover inside a beautiful red dress that glistened in the light coming through the window. A gasp escaped from between your lips when you touched the soft, fine fabric as you took it out of the box to get a better look, it was tied around your neck, leaving a suggestive and pronounced neckline in sight, besides it seemed to fit your body when you wanted to wear it. The doubts were still in your mind about who could have given you that gift when you saw a small card inside the box. You carefully folded the dress over your arm to take the card. Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry when you saw who it was.
"Put it on and come see me at this hotel. It's time to take your responsibilities. M.V."
You frowned as you read the note, you needed to do it a couple of times to try to understand what he was referring to. Responsibilities? What was he supposed to be talking about? You were already taking your responsibilities, you were trying to help your uncle, save him from that debt they had outstanding with the Viper, however from that note it seemed that Marco knew something else that you were unaware of.
You tried to talk to your uncle, to know what he was talking about, but the man dodged your questions at all times, diverted the conversation to other topics, pretended to be tired or unwell to leave you with the word and hide in his room like a little child.
You were starting to get angry with your uncle, you needed to know what Marco Vendetti was talking about, but if you were going to ask him himself for explanations you knew it was getting into the lion's den.
However, you had no other choice.
The day Marco had summoned you to the hotel, you were ironing your dress over your body, feeling ridiculously naked. Despite being dressed in the red dress Marco had given you, you felt that the thin fabric did not cover your body. You looked at yourself several times in the mirror and sighed a long sigh. In your head you had a plan, you would go there, ask him for explanations, give him back the dress and get the hell out of there, just like that. You made sure your uncle was asleep when you walked into his room leaving him a little note on his nightstand.
"Sorry, I'll fix this. I love you."
Prayed the note you left him before you carefully left the house putting on your heels as you reached the street so your footsteps wouldn't echo in the front yard and might put your uncle on alert. You hailed a cab as he passed you on the street and asked him to take you to the address of the hotel.
An exclamation of surprise caught in your throat as you discovered the huge building before you. You paid the cab driver when you regained your ability to speak and awkwardly walked to the entrance, the bellhop at the door opened politely, you smiled hurriedly and walked to the front desk where a woman watched you curiously. Your whole body was shaking like a fan and you needed a second to find your words.
"Good evening... I had an appointment with Mr. Marco Vendetti..."
"One moment, please." The receptionist looked up the man's details and nodded. "Mr. Vendetti has not yet arrived, but he gave us directions to wait for him in the room he has reserved." She informed you and your heart thumped hard inside your chest. Of course, a room. "Here are your keys, you can use the elevator to the third floor, the room is down the hall." He indicated leaving you the keys on the counter.
"Thank you very much." You whispered taking the keys with trembling fingers following the directions the woman had given you, feeling her eyes boring into the back of your neck, feeling like a prostitute.
You closed your eyes, your heart hammering inside your chest as you heard the door to the room open, then close with a soft click. You didn't dare turn around to face him, you weren't prepared for the conversation you might have pending, now you felt the need to run out of there. Even though you knew it was too late.
"I see I got the dress right." You heard his voice and footsteps behind you. "You look beautiful." He was sincere, but that didn't make you feel any better.
"We need to talk..." You tried to get back to the point as you turned around, fiddling with the hotel card between your fingers nervously.
You were surprised when your eyes locked on him. The man had dressed up for the occasion, or so it seemed, he wore his hair messy, a white suit jacket, black shirt with the first few buttons open and white peg pants as well. As much as it hurt you had to admit that the man was handsome as Hell. You took a long sigh trying to refocus on why you were there. Marco took off his jacket leaving it on a chair in the room walking slowly towards you, calculating his every move, never taking his blue gaze off you. When he was close enough you reacted by handing him the note he had left in the dress box.
"What's the meaning of this?" you spoke watching as his gaze fell to your hands and his smile tugged at his lips.
"I see your uncle is still not telling you anything."
"What should he tell me, what do you know that I don't?" you tried to inquire, but he shook his head.
"No, it seems to me that it's not going to be that easy. You want information? Well, tell me, what's in it for me?" he challenged you, you stammered several times and looked at yourself, you knew perfectly well what he wanted from you.
"I've come all this way, haven't I? I put on the dress..." You mumbled looking for what you really wanted to say. You jumped in your own skin when his fingers caressed your bare arm.
"Are you going to let me take it off? What made you change your mind? Are you that desperate to save your uncle?" you knew he didn't care, he really didn't care what you answered, he was just playing with you.
"It's the only thing I have, if this way I can get him to settle his debt to you..." You lowered your head feeling defeated. His smile widened, his proximity disappeared in a couple more steps, his two hands gripped your shoulders and he held your chin to force you to look at him.
"I'm going to take your body, you're going to be mine, I'm going to fuck you over and over again on that bed." His thumb caressed your lips, your eyes filled with tears. "You're going to beg, you're going to moan, I'm going to make it so tomorrow you can't walk again." A tear ran down your cheek, but the leader of The Vipers didn't care.
His hands closed over your cheeks kissing you intensely. You held him by the wrists panting as his tongue burst into your mouth carelessly, tangling with yours, making you retreat a few steps until your back hit the wall of the room. He released your cheeks unbuttoning the collar of your dress to pull it down to your waist, even though it's not cold, you feel your skin react to the change in temperature. Your nipples harden as they are exposed, his hands close around your tits, squeezing them, massaging them between his fingers. You moan low without being able to control yourself as he leaves your mouth, his lips running down your neck where he kissed and bit your skin, his fingers still playing with your nipples, tugging them lightly until they were completely hard and erect.
Marco wanted your body and he was going to get it.
He left you completely naked before him pulling your dress down to your feet. His eyes roamed all over you, his hands touched, caressed every curve of your body enjoying the soft touch of your skin against his palms. You gasped, looking sideways at him, cheeks flushed, breath hitching, fists clenched not knowing what to do with your hands. An exclamation of surprise died on your lips as his fingers brushed your little button between your legs, you closed your eyes covering your face with both hands, feeling shame wash over you.
"I can't believe no one has ever touched you here before..." Marco's voice was rough, deep. The tip of his middle finger moving in small circles over your clit sending all over your body cramps of pleasure, sensations swirling in your belly for the first time, confusing you. "Look at you... So pure, so lost... You haven't even touched yourself, have you?" his voice sounded with an amused tone mixed with pure lust.
You were unable to look up, your body cowering against him, feeling his hand forcing your legs open, touching your swollen muscle more intently with his index finger, his middle running down your slit, parting your folds. A jolt shook your whole body, your eyes opened wide as your hand clutched at Marco's arm, he looked down at you with an amused smile.
"It feels good, I know. I'm being careful with you, pretty girl, you should be grateful." There was something cruel in his voice, something that was obvious that promised he wouldn't be as careful as he claimed, he was just biding his time. He pulled away from you leaving you with a strange feeling of abandonment in your body, you saw him shed his clothes leaving only his boxers, his cock was marked against the fabric, evidence that he was starting to get aroused. He laid you down on the bed and positioned himself on top of you moving his hips against you, pounding your cunt with his cock still covered by the fabric. The action made your pussy begin to moisten again, soaking your folds, wetting the fabric of your underwear.
"I want to feel it." He spoke again drawing your attention realizing that his mouth was lowering dangerously between your legs. "I want to feel you cum for the first time. Let me taste what you taste like." His gaze riveted on you one last time before his lips closed over your swollen, needy clit.
Your body arched, involuntarily your legs closed against his head and your hands pulled at the man's hair. You didn't know how to define what you were feeling at that very moment as his lips caught your clit, sucking on your sensitive muscle, his tongue licking it, making a stimulating pressure on it as his lips closed a little tighter. You moaned uncontrollably, Marco opened his mouth wider to embrace your folds, his tongue flicking up and down your slit tracing your wetness until he pressed his tongue tip into your tight entrance. Your body tensed, your eyes widened and you heard Marco grunt as his mouth devoured you prolonging the orgasm that shook your body. He pulled away from you slowly, licking his lips, his eyes completely dark with desire, a smile etched on his mouth.
You cowered on the bed trying to protect your nakedness, feeling that your body was still recovering from the spasms coursing through it, tears pooling in your eyes began to run down your cheeks, but Marco didn't feel sorry for you. He crawled over your body to leave you trapped under his body, he wiggled his hips, his hard, needy cock rubbing against your hip bone leaving a wet trail over your skin.
"Did you want a treat?" He spoke over your ear catching your attention, making you look up at him. "Well, here's my deal; You will be mine, your body will belong to me, you will marry me and I will put a baby inside you." He hissed biting your neck. You gasped in surprise and shook your head sharply.
"N-no... No!" You tried to push him away so you could get away, but he held you back against the bed, pinning your wrists on the mattress, wedging himself between your legs so you couldn't get away. "Please don't!"
"Do you want your uncle to keep paying the debt that belonged to your father?" his words chilled the blood inside your veins.
"No... That's not... He would never..."
"Your father had gambling problems, he couldn't pay us back and when he died your uncle took over his debt so he wouldn't give you any trouble." He smiled with pure evil shining in his eyes. "He was afraid I might take advantage of you... And look at you, you finally came to me all by yourself."
Tears ran down your face again, feeling the anger growing inside your chest, the helplessness overtaking you, the feelings of guilt and shame building up, all this time believing your uncle was in trouble when in truth he was just protecting your stupid ass, for what, so that you would end up where he had tried to keep you from ending up, under Marco Vendetti's body, becoming one of his whores. You tensed as the man moved his hips, his cock hadn't lost its hardness at any point, it rubbed between your folds, its tip pressing against your over stimulated clit.
"Are you finally going to take responsibility for your debts?" Marco whispered again, there was malice, cruelty and amusement tinging his words, but you knew he was right. That was all about you, you had to finally take responsibility.
"O-Okay... I'll marry you..." You said so softly that Marco thought for a moment he had dreamed it. "But promise me you'll leave my uncle alone... None of this is his fault."
"Don't worry, I don't give a shit about your uncle." He assured you.
He held one of your legs to get better access to your cunt, his cock pressed against your entrance and pushed feeling your body react instantly to the intrusion by tightening around the tip of his cock that had barely managed to enter. A cry of pain came out of your mouth, you arched up and rested your hands on his chest wanting to push him away from you. It hurt, you felt uncomfortable, you didn't want him to continue, but Marco didn't stop, he pushed slowly pushing his length into you little by little, stretching your walls, making you lose control of yourself, again a strange sensation swirling inside you. It hurt, but at the same time the tugging you felt in your lower belly was nice and satisfying.
"S-Stop! It won't fit!" you cried out feeling full, your head dizzy, your mind clouded by the multiple sensations rushing through you at the same time.
"Of course it fits, honey. Your tight little pussy is taking me fucking good. I feel it squeezing me." His voice sounded husky, ecstatic, pleasure taking over his own judgment.
With one last thrust Marco was completely inside you, he needed a second to control himself and not cum at the sensation of your vagina suffocating his cock between your walls. You were grateful that he stopped, getting used to his invasion, the pain still shaking your body, you could feel the tip of his cock against your cervix, wanting to go much deeper, to reach his goal of impregnating you at that very moment. Before he could fully accommodate you to his size Marco began to move, pulling his cock out slowly again, leaving only the tip inside you and then thrusting all at once, all the way to the hilt, hitting your cervix again. You moaned loudly, arching under his body, digging your fingers into his arms. He released your leg to rest it on his waist and holding on to the sheets began to thrust at a frantic pace. In and out. Fast, brutal, deeper and deeper. The sensation of him pounding inside your loins each time he thrust inside you began to produce sparks in your vision turning you into a mess under his body letting him do whatever he wanted to you.
"That's it, take me completely." He growled in your ear, his lunges becoming more demanding, on the verge of his own orgasm. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to fill you so good, I'm going to put our baby inside you." He moaned against your ear and thrust several more times. "I'm going to fuck you until that stomach fills up." He assured you and lay completely still inside you. You closed your eyes holding in a gasp as his cum splashed and painted your walls white.
"Your father's debt is settled." He told you as he let you curl back onto the bed, your body marked by his hands, his teeth, your cunt dripping with his cum. "You belong to me now."
THE END!
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Ignore this Spiritual Law at thy peril.
#stolen purity
Hi again!!
Well I come again with a one shot, I was thinking about it for a long time, looking for a good plot and all this and... I failed 🤣 I wanted to write about Lewis Payne because I loved to see Norman with that look but... well we all know how it finished so I couldn't find a good plot to write and... I just have this...
I hope you enjoy it anyways!
Sorry for my english!!
My last wish Lewis Payne x Reader One shot.
Lewis Payne x SurratDaughterReader.
Warnings: Confessions. Smut. Mentions of death.
Words: 3200.
Summary: He always had an eye on you since the very first day he appeared at your mother hostel and now you're his last wish.
He always has an eye on you and that make you feel a little uncomfortable. You remember the first day he showed up at your mother's boarding house, he introduced himself under a false name claiming he was a preacher who was passing through and needed asylum before continuing his journey. Your mother believed him and as a man of God granted him a room without asking anything in return. However, he seemed to you to be a very formal man, very methodical for a simple preacher. He measured his steps as he walked, his bearing was straight and trained, it was evident that he had served the army at some point in his life, he always knew where all the exits of the house were, you were even sure that he knew how many people were in the room just by glancing around, how many of them could be a real threat. You didn't say anything to your mother because he didn't seem like a dangerous man, rather reserved and nervous, so you let him stay as the preacher.
Soon after your brother began to engage him in casual conversation, and not only him, a group of men would gather at your mother's boarding house, next to your brother, to talk about matters of state that you didn't really understand, nor did you want to hear, plus whenever you loitered nearby, your brother would close the door or ask you to go to another side of the house. But you always felt the gaze of his companion on the back of your neck.
That afternoon you are in the tavern of the boarding house taking care of the customers who go there to drink, to eat something or to bet their earnings at work at cards, many of them were complicated men who when they had one drink too many became violent and rowdy, but you had grown up in that place and you knew how to deal with them. You're wiping down the bar when hands rest on the end opposite the one you're on, you look up to find the blue eyes of the 'Preacher' locked on you. You stop your chores and put away the rag you were using to look at him again.
"Good morning, Father, it's been days since we've seen you here."
"Lewis." He corrects you. "Lewis Payne, and you don't need..."
"I know, but my mother thinks so, so I fit the part." His eyes study you intently, flicking from side to side, chewing his lower lip nervously. "Would you like something to drink?" You offer, changing the subject, and he nods.
"Please." He nods as you turn to grab the bottle of whiskey and a glass. "Are you going to... Are you going to be here all night?" he asks you and you mumble yes as you watch him drink from his glass.
"That's my job, to keep the men drunk and then send them home." You joke and he smiles against his glass setting it back down on the bar.
"I understand, if any of them bother you..."
"Don't worry, I can take care of myself." You assure him, besides you have a shotgun on the other side of the bar, but it's a detail that very few know or with drunkenness forget.
Lewis stays at the bar enjoying his glass of whiskey while you continue to work, clean the glasses, pour more glasses, you take care of dispatching the drunks who start to give problems, no doubt you have the situation well under control and without the need to lift your skirt. It is the middle of the night when the man begins to feel a little drunk, almost everyone has left and those who are missing are going up to their rooms there in the boarding house. You are about to take the glass from him, when he holds your hand and with tired eyes tries to look at you.
"Have one with me, it's on me." He asks you leaving the money on the bar. You smile accepting his proposition, but only take the money for his drink. You take another glass and sit down next to him pouring the amber liquid into both containers and you both drink slowly.
Lewis is a quiet and calm man, but you spend your evenings chatting after you finish dispatching the drunks and he has to go back to his own room, you don't talk about the meetings he has with your brother and the rest of the men who come to the inn, but he seems to want to get to know you better, to know your tastes and how you spend your days outside the bar. You know what he is doing, his gaze following you everywhere is not discreet, he tries to flirt with you, you have to admit he is an attractive man, his blue eyes always fixed on you get goosebumps, his smile crooked, but kind and when he looks at you out of the corner of his eye there is an aura of mystery around him. On top of that he is protective of you, some night when a drunk has been heavy, Lewis has interfered to help you and get them out of the street, taking some blows and having to treat his wounds afterwards. But these things have made your heart soften little by little.
That night you are anxious, you haven't seen him for days, they don't always meet at the boarding house and when he disappears you feel that something is missing, you really like Lewis, you have fallen stupidly in love with him.
When you see him appear through the door of the tavern, despite wanting to smile, you freeze, his gesture is serious and he seems nervous too, he walks slowly to the bar and greets you with a nod of his head that you Respond to before putting a drink on him and leaving the bottle next to him.
"No, I'll just have a drink, I can't stay long today." He explains and you look down.
"Okay... Are you busy?"
"Yes, I have... I have business to attend to, yes." He averts his gaze for a moment and downs his glass in one gulp. "I'm sorry, I'd like to say goodbye..."
"R-right..." You whisper again stepping out from behind the bar to say goodbye to him.
You feel his rough, calloused hands press against your cheeks before he leans in and presses a kiss against your lips. You open your eyes wide as you feel it, the warm touch of his lips pressing against yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks enjoying the few seconds the kiss lasts before he pulls away and without being able to say anything, Lewis walks away leaving you alone in the tavern.
Two days later you discover the reason for his farewell, the president has been assassinated and an attempt has been made on the life of the Secretary of State, Seward. Fear invades you because you are convinced that Payne has something to do with that conspiracy and not only that, your brother is also involved, all those meetings in the boarding house were about that conspiracy. You can't hate him, he never told you what he was really doing there and you never asked him either, but it hurts you that he was part of that whole plan, that your brother is part of it, it hurts you because you know your mother is going to suffer for it. What you didn't expect was that when Lewis shows up there on the third day, your mother is also taken away as an alleged accomplice of the whole plan, for hosting the traitors in the boarding house.
The days pass slowly and the nights are shrouded in weeping and wailing. Your sister and you are not having a good time, as you can every day you get up to open the boarding house, people keep coming to the inn, but the evil tongues insult you as traitors and conspirators making many people feel uncomfortable and decide to leave the place getting the profits every day to decline a little more.
You are cleaning the tavern after a complicated morning, some citizens have entered the boarding house knocking over the tables of the tavern, dirtying the floor with animal blood and flour leaving everything destroyed. The door opens again and you tense up to discover the lawyer who is trying to get your mother out of jail, so that she won't be condemned to death. You drop the mop and run to the man, terrified that something might have happened to your mother.
"What happened? is my mother okay?" You look at him worriedly.
"Your mother is fine, struggling, we're making sure she's cleared, but that's not why I'm here." He tries to calm you down and you look at him confused. "The sentencing of the men who made the attempt on Seward's life has come out, they have been found guilty and sentenced to death..." He confesses to you and you feel your stomach clench. "They've tried to deny it, all but one, Lewis Payne, has accepted his guilt, but... he's made one last wish."
"A-a last wish?" You look at him in confusion and he nods.
"Yes, he wants to see you...he says he wants to say goodbye to you." He says and looks sideways at you, you feel your cheeks burn at that. "Is there something I should know?"
"N-no... it's true that Payne was staying here, you knew that, but never... he was just another customer, had a few scotches and went to his room... n-nothing else."
"Do you know then why he wants to say goodbye to you?"
"I... I didn't know anything about his conspiracy but we would talk and he was nice to me. We were friends, nothing more..." And he kissed you, but it was information he doesn't need to know.
"Well, in that case I'll refuse his request, it's better if you don't..."
"No! I want to see him." You look at him pleadingly. "I want to say goodbye to him..." You whisper feeling your voice tremble knowing what that means.
Your mother's lawyer doesn't insist again, he agrees to let you go see Lewis. They don't take you to the cell where he is being held, in fact they are the ones who take him to your mother's boarding house, his wrists held by his shackles, he looks a little pale, thinner, he is clearly not being fed well in his cell and that makes you worry about your mother again. The men sit him roughly in one of the chairs and you stifle the urge to go over to him and hug him, they don't untie him, but leave you enough privacy in the room leaving the tavern. Alone at last, Lewis gets up from the chair to walk over to you, you want to hug and kiss him, remember the feel of his mouth on yours, but your hand shoots against his cheek, the slap echoing in the room, your eyes filling with tears. He is shocked for a second, but then looks away.
"I'm sorry... we never meant to involve your mother..."
"She is innocent." You say with your voice taken by sadness.
"I know, your lawyer is doing everything he can to get her released."
"And you? I heard that..." Your voice trembles and a tear runs down your cheek as you feel her hand caress your skin.
"I knew the fate that awaited me the moment I accepted my mission..." he confesses between whispers. "But I couldn't just leave, I needed to see you again... I needed to say goodbye to you."
"It's cruel, Lewis, I don't even..." you lower your head feeling like you don't know what to say, emotions over passing you by. You're in love with him and you're going to have to say goodbye without even having him.
You hear the clink of his shackles as his hands cup your cheeks before he leans in and kisses you, reminding you of that last night when he said goodbye to you. You sigh against his mouth as your hands tighten on his waist not wanting him to pull away again. The kiss becomes more and more intense and demanding, you feel his tongue make its way inside your mouth and you moan low at the new sensations that are coursing through your body.
"L-Lewis..." You whisper breaking away from his mouth. "I've never been with a man..." You confess to him looking sideways at him, feeling embarrassed and afraid that he might pull away. His fingers play with the strands of your hair, tucking them behind your ear.
"Don't worry, beautiful. I'm going to take care of you." He promises you before kissing you again, this time with more affection.
Although his wrists are cuffed, he holds one of your hands leading you to the rooms upstairs. You don't know how much freedom he has been given, nor the time to be with you, but he doesn't seem worried and you let yourself go. At that moment, in that very spot, you don't want to think about anything else but those blue eyes. Lewis takes off his hat leaving it at the side of the room, he can't undress completely, but he sits on one of the chairs without taking his eyes off you.
"Strip." He asks you in a soft, but authoritative tone. "Let me look at you."
You hesitate for a few moments, modesty and embarrassment suddenly invading you, his intense gaze on you makes you nervous, but with trembling fingers you begin to undo your dress little by little, it's several tedious layers of clothing, but finally you are completely naked before him, Lewis settles into the chair where he is sitting, his fingers kneading your chin, his pupils dilating with the image before his eyes, you can appreciate a bulge in his pants that has been growing as you went bare. A new feeling runs through you to your pussy, the inside of your thighs quivering and moistening.
He stands up walking slowly up to you, you close your eyes as his hands caress your skin feeling it increase in temperature with each caress he leaves on you. His lips are on yours again, his tongue asks for passage once more, but this time in a gentle way, wanting you to remember every second you are spending together. You listen as he undoes his boots and his mouth slides down to your neck leaving several kisses on it.
"Help me." He asks as he guides your hands down to his pants. Slowly you unbuckle his belt and pants pulling them down to mid thighs letting them fall on their own under their own weight. Lewis grunts low against your skin and grips your wrist placing your hand on his obvious erection. "Touch me." You don't quite know what to do so he sets the pace for you, slowly you slide your hand over his length with a gentle back and forth hearing him gasp causing you to look up at him, watching as his face transforms into a grimace of pleasure.
You are exalted and stop when his fingers touch your mons caressing your slit, sliding a finger between your folds, instinctively spreading your legs wider. His eyes are riveted on you again and there is a crooked smile painted on his mouth. You moan as his finger presses against your clitoris and a pleasurable cramp invades your whole body. You're confused, you don't know how to react to all the sensations that are rushing through you at that very moment.
"It's okay, honey, don't panic." You are soothed by Lewis, his lips again on your skin, his fingers still caressing you. "I'm going to make you feel really good, trust me."
With slow steps he guides you to the bed where he lays you down, finishes undoing his pants that were tangled around his ankles and stands over you, kneeling between your legs, he moves easily despite his chains. His hands caress and massage your breasts, his fingers press your nipples until they are completely hard and erect, you moan and sigh moving your hips against him. You don't know how to define it, but you feel that something is missing, you feel that you need more of him. His hands, his mouth play with your body, over your skin, devouring and marking every crease, but it's not enough. Your insides burn and clench against nothingness, almost even hurt.
"Lewis..." you call out to him again and he looks sideways at you, his tongue brushing against the skin of your stomach "I need you..." you confess and a dark beam crosses his gaze.
Wordlessly he holds your legs to place them over his hips, his ability to move is reduced so he guides his cock against your pussy, pressing slowly until he manages to break through the first barrier. It hurts. You feel it. It's uncomfortable and it stings, you feel your insides dilate as he pushes inside, but you don't stop it. A small whimper escapes your lips as he pushes harder and his body stays on top of yours. The clinking of the chains on his hands dances above your head. Your hands clamp down on his back and your nails dig into his skin. He doesn't move. He seems to need a moment too and it allows you to get used to his intrusion, you feel yourself throbbing around his cock, squeezing yourself trying to find more comfort under his body. You hear Lewis sigh and push inside each time your walls tighten around him. You moan against his ear his movement picking up a steady rhythm, slowly at first finding the right motion on top of you, when he hears you moan again with surprise, he knows you are enjoying it too. Smiling he increases the speed of his hips holding tightly to the sheets so as not to drop all his weight on you. Your movements and gasps envelop the room until pleasure overcomes you both, leaving you exhausted on the bed.
Lewis lies down next to you and you snuggle against his chest closing your eyes, his hands are resting on his own stomach, his wrists reddened by the friction of the shackles. Sadness comes over you then remembering that the man is there to say goodbye to you.
"Lewis..." You want to tell him how you feel about him, that despite being a traitor you have fallen in love with the personality he has shown you all these days ago when you spent your evenings talking and having the odd drink in the tavern.
But you don't have time to say goodbye. The officers burst into the room, seeming agitated in the belief that the man could possibly have fled. You cover yourself with the sheets as you watch him being forcibly removed from the room, he gives you one last intense look before he is beaten and dragged out of the boarding house. You cry, curled up in bed.
Your tears have not stopped since that day. He is going to die on the gallows, not only him, your mother will not be spared either, her lawyer has fought the unjust sentence tooth and nail, but finally they will not allow the woman to go unpunished. Your heart skips a beat when your gaze connects with Lewis', his chest heaves nervously, he doesn't want to die, but he doesn't regret his actions either, he shakes his head when his hat is removed but looks at you again. A tear runs down your face once more as his vision disappears behind a sack. You can't move from there until your mother is also prepared, you need to say goodbye to her too, but you are unable to look, you lower your head sobbing silently, the whip of the rope tightening echoes in your ears.
Your hands caress your belly as you walk away broken with grief.
THE END.
*Disappears*.







