Dirty Desirable Saint

Jordan Miller

~•~

I would say I had a high tolerance for a lot of things, even if most of my friends wouldn't agree with that.

I could tolerate the apartment next to mine throwing a party when I was studying for my finals the next day.

I could tolerate my friends drinking straight from the OJ carton.

Hell, I could even tolerate the racist and sexist comments that I was prone to since I was a black student in engineering. Okay, I could barely tolerate that.

What I could not tolerate though, was my professor picking on me in class just because I refused his advances towards me. Well, he picked me to answer the question because I wasn't paying attention, but in my defense, I barely had enough sleep last night because I was working all through it.

I didn't have many days where I had high sales, so I took advantage of the days I did. And it always came to bite me in the ass when I'd feel sleepy in class the next day.

Professor Mark raised an eyebrow at me; an indication that he was still waiting for my answer. It was a very easy question and it'd definitely look bad if I couldn't answer it, but the problem was that I didn't read. I didn't think I'd studied anything on ENNG1028 this semester.

I saw Catherine writing from the corner of my eye and I focused half of my attention on her. "KCL, which is Kirchhoff's Current Law, states that," I read as she wrote. "The total current entering a junction or a node is equal to the charge leaving the node as no charge is lost."

Professor Mark pursed his lips and I tried not to laugh at the expression on his face. It was easy to see that he was irritated because I got the answer right.

With a sweet smile on my lips, I asked, "Can I sit now, professor?"

"Sure, Miss Miller," he grumbled, walking around his desk. "Just make sure to read it from your own note next time."

I glared at him as the class snickered. I didn't blame them. If it were someone else, I'd laugh too.

Thankfully, he was off my case for the rest of the class. Engineering was a fun course, but he made it boring even if he was only in his late twenties. Sometimes, I seriously doubted his age because he acted like a bitter old man. The only thing he had going for him was his looks, and I was sure I'd be grooming a crush on him if he wasn't such an asshole.

When he dismissed us, I took my sweet time gathering all my things, and by the time I was done, there were only a few people in the class.

He saw me approaching his desk and he subtly rolled his eyes. "What do you want, Jordan?" He asked when I was close enough.

"Nothing, dear Professor. Just for you to stop picking on me."

He sighed exasperatedly, falling back on his chair. "I'm not picking on you, Jordan. You weren't paying attention. I can't have that."

"Yes, you are." I gritted out. "Just because I refused to fuck you."

My friends always told me my mouth would get me in trouble one day, but I didn't believe them. Professor Mark must've thought the same thing because he looked around the class with wide eyes. Thankfully, it was clear. "Shut up. Besides, I didn't want that. I just wanted to take you out. Wanted, as in past tense, Jordan."

I pursed my lips. As I said before, Professor Mark was a handsome man. He was a lot taller than I was, being around 6'0 to 6'2. His brown hair was curled, parted in the middle and he had charming crystal blue eyes. Too bad he wasn't my type, if not, I'd have gone for it. "Whatever. Just stop calling on me."

On a normal note, I couldn't speak to my professors that way, but it was Professor Mark. If he told on me, I'd tell on him too, and I took advantage of that.

He sighed again. "Have a nice day, Jordan."

That was his way of dismissing me. Getting the message, I exited the class to see my friends waiting for me outside. All four of us were studying Mechatronics, so we mostly offered the same courses.

"With the way you're always with him, one would think something is going on." Blake snickered, flinging an arm around my shoulders as he pulled me to his side.

"There would be something going on," Cathy rolled her eyes, "if she would just woman up and fuck him."

"Don't say such crude words, Cat." I watched in amusement as Cathy glared at Spencer. She hated being called Cat. "My poor virgin ears might bleed."

Despite how outgoing I was, the three of them were the only friends I had. I and Spencer met in our senior year of high school. He was a transfer student and I was a nice girl who wouldn't let a person like that be friendless. Transitioning was always hard. When the time came for college, both of us applied for the same ones, the rest of our friends scattering across the globe. Spencer was half Korean and had the softest hair to ever exist. Even if his mother wasn't in the picture, he still made sure to learn the language and cursed with it whenever he was angered.

Blake was his roommate, who also happened to be studying the same course as us, making us fast friends. He was also part of the hockey team, which automatically made him popular, his blonde hair and green eyes attracting the female population like magnets.

Cathy, however, was a girl I met at my first college party. A guy had spiked her drink and she almost drank, but I quickly smacked it out of her hand, its content decorating the floor. It'd almost led to a fight, but when I told her I saw a guy putting something in her drink, she was nothing but grateful. She had long black waist length hair and was from an Indian heritage.

I didn't know how exactly we became friends, but we did, and now, even if she had other friends, she hung out mostly with us.

"What do you think, Jordan?" Blake nudged me, bringing me out from my thoughts.

"What do I think about what?" I asked, not realizing we'd reached the parking lot.

Spencer rolled his eyes as we all stopped by his motorcycle. "We were thinking of having a movie night instead of attending a party like we usually do. What do you think?"

My eyes widened slightly. Why were they putting the pressure of making a decision on me? I couldn't even lie that I had to study since we all offered the same things. I didn't have to think for long before I came up with something though. "I wasn't planning on attending the party anyway," I told them. On seeing that they were ready to cheer though, I added. "But I do have a client that needs his work done by tomorrow morning."

"What's the point of writing when you don't let us see?" Cathy asked as she also hopped on Spencer's motorcycle, wrapping her arms around him. They claimed they weren't dating, but I was sure they were going on another date.

"It's called Ghostwriting, Cathy."

"Then, write your own stuff." She deadpanned.

"I only write for the money as a side hustle. It's not a career path."

"Whatever."

"You guys should have fun though. I'll be there on the next one." I yelled out as Spencer rode past us without even saying bye.

"Why lie?" I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, but then I remembered Blake was still present. "You're still going to make another excuse the next time. If it's not partying, you aren't in."

His tone was accusing and his green eyes were daunting as though he knew I was lying. I was lying about writing, just not about delivering to a client. I just couldn't tell them what my client wanted.

"I promise I'll be at the next one," I assured him, even if I wasn't sure I would. Giving him a brief hug, I strode to my car, not looking back to see if he was still standing there before driving off.

•••

I stood against the wall, tapping my feet in impatience. I looked at the time on my wristwatch; he was six minutes late. He wasn't supposed to be late at all, not in this line of business. The only reason I was still there was that I'd already delivered to my top customers. I just had the party left to attend. Even if no one ordered beforehand, I'd make a few sales.

He finally showed up after an additional two minutes of waiting in the dark alley. "What the fuck is your problem?" I asked in anger.

"Sorry," he winced. "It was hard to get out without my wife asking questions."

Marco was a fairly new customer of mine, but if he kept up this attitude, I'd be forced to cut him off. I couldn't have people wandering about and seeing me as suspicious. It wasn't my fault his fucking wife didn't know he did drugs.

Shaking my head in irritation, I gave him the package he'd requested. He stared at the plastic bag in inspection, nodded, and then, smiled at me. Then, he dug into his pocket and brought out a thick wad of cash.

Counting it, I frowned. I looked up at him suspiciously and counted again just to be sure. "You're twenty dollars short."

"I am?" He asked innocently.

"Yes." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Oh, I didn't know."

This was the part of the job I hated the most. When guys thought they could intimidate me because I was a woman. "Marco," I warned.

Marco scoffed, not reading the threat in my tone. "Eighty is all I have. Take it or," he shrugged nonchalantly, "throw it away, I don't care." Yeah, I was definitely cutting him off.

He turned around to start leaving, but I couldn't have that. I still had to give a cut to my boss, and he wouldn't tolerate any losses. I dragged him back, simultaneously whipping my gun out. "Look here, Marco," I sneered. It was either I sounded threatening or have my boss cut off my head. And he was just the third in command. "I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it."

Marco laughed. "You silly girl. Stop playing around with that. Give it to me." He reached out for it, but I pulled it behind me. He laughed again. "I'm pretty sure there are no bullets. Do you even know how to use it?"

I clicked the safety off, pointing it at his head this time. "Do you still think I can't use it?"

He clicked his tongue, still not believing me. "Do your worst."

I didn't really like resorting to guns, but I had one just in case. Agitated, I drew it to his leg and pulled the trigger, the silencer silencing the shot, and the force of it still took me by surprise. Marco's hiss could be heard clearly though. "Do you have the rest of the money now?"

"You fucking bitch."

He went to bend down to tend to his injured leg, but I stopped him by placing the gun under his chin. "The money," I growled out. I'd wasted too much time on him when I could be busy selling the rest of my drugs to my college kids.

Frantically, he pulled out another wad of cash, throwing it at me. "All for twenty dollars."

I smiled sweetly at him, placing the silver metal back in my jacket pocket. Counting that bundle, I figured it was another eight dollars. I wasn't going to give him any change, the extra sixty dollars was for compensation. "Nice doing business with you."

"Just get the fuck out." He hissed out.

"Gladly." Just because I was annoyed, I connected my knee with his groin, hearing him cuss out again. "Cagna." I scoffed as I stepped around his hunched form, exiting the alley.

I still had plans on going to the party I told my friends I wouldn't attend when I got a text message from my Capo, Carlo, the guy who hired me, that had my heart racing.

Boss: The boss has requested for all his dealers. Come to the main house.

Alessandro Maurizio was back in Chicago?

Jordan Miller

~•~

Although, Alessandro didn't know all of his workers personally, he had seen them at least once. I knew that. I knew a time would come when he would see me too, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.

The capo had told me that the boss wouldn't be in Chicago for another month because he was busy handling business in Italy, and I'd been happy to hear that because I couldn't face him just yet. I'd heard stories of him and the only conclusion I could come to was that he was crazy.

So the fact that he was around and wanted to see all his dealers - not just the newer ones - was a cause for alarm and boy was I panicking.

I'd never seen him before. I didn't have any reason to. But now, unfortunately, I was kind of under him and his orders and was forced to face him.

I stopped in front of the gate (Carlo had given me the address) and before I could take deep calming breaths, the gates opened. I froze. Then I had to start driving if I didn't want to look silly. I didn't get to do that though as two armed men looked through my car.

Guard one who was directly next to my car window frowned. "Who are you?"

"Jordan Miller, Carlo's dealer."

I specifically mentioned Carlo because there were a lot of caporegimes. He was just one of them. Technically, I worked for him and he worked for the boss. Alessandro Maurizio. The don of the Italian Mafia in Chicago.

"You're a girl." Guard two stupidly stated and I felt like stabbing his only good eye. I was irritated at the fact that he was pointing out my gender, yet still dared to call me a girl.

I pursed my lips, not wanting to piss off these guys with my running mouth. Most soldiers in the Mafia were brutal and easily angered, as trained by the boss, so I had to choose my words carefully. "Can you just call Carlo and confirm?"

They exchanged eye contact, communicating with a head nod before Guard two brought out his cellphone and dialed who I assumed was Carlo. His phonecall didn't last a minute before he gave another nod to his associate.

Guard one looked puzzled but told me to go on anyway.

Letting out a breath, I drove through the gate and the marble pathway, surrounded by a surprisingly well-trimmed garden.

I didn't stop to look at the varying flowers because I didn't have much time to waste. I rang the doorbell as instructed by Carlo and someone came to lead me inside.

I blinked immediately I stepped inside the place. It was aesthetically pleasing, and again, I didn't have the time to take it in. We walked through a narrow hallway and stopped in front of a door before the man stripped me of my only weapon - my gun.

I opened my mouth to protest, but a dark look from him shut me up as he gestured his head towards the door, indicating for me to go in. Didn't he speak? What was his deal?

The mute man waited till I opened the door and closed it behind me before I heard his footsteps retreat. Turning around to take in the room I just walked into, my breath hitched.

About twenty-five pairs of eyes were staring at me. And they were all male. I could see the confusion swirling in their irises, yet I tried not to let it bother me as I looked for somewhere to stand since all the couches and seats were taken.

"What are you doing here?" One of the men asked and the rest looked at me in anticipation.

"The same thing you're doing," I replied, trying to shrink myself away from them. They were making me feel awkward with the way all their eyes were on me.

The same man opened his mouth to speak again, but the door opening caught all of our attention. The room immediately felt more tense than usual and even if I hadn't seen him before, I knew it was Alessandro Maurizio entering the room.

He was even more beautiful than I'd expected. He was handsome in a sinful way. He had the darkest eyes which happened to be the same color as his hair which was in a man bun. His nose was pointed and he had the sharpest jawline I'd ever seen; it looked like it could cut diamond.

He was accompanied by his second in command, the underboss, Patrizio. He was almost as good-looking as the boss, but his looks didn't seem as special since I'd seen him before.

I think I would've been lost daydreaming about Alessandro if his voice didn't break me out of my reverie. "Who said you could sit?" He barked out, all the men in the room immediately standing up, their heads bowed in fear.

I was also afraid and I was grateful that I was at the back, shielded by the many men in front of me.

"It has come to my attention that someone- one of you - is supplying to the high school downtown."

Everyone straightened up at that. It was known to everyone that you couldn't supply to underaged kids, and the fact that someone was supplying to high schoolers meant that they were in deep shit.

Alessandro raised an eyebrow but didn't speak. His underboss spoke instead. "This is the part where someone takes responsibility for their actions. You have just one chance."

Murmurs broke out, no one having the balls to step up and take the fall. Nobody wanted to face the wrath of the boss, it seemed.

Alessandro chuckled shortly. "Bring them in."

Everyone glanced at each other, wondering what the hell he was talking about. Pat, as he requested to be called, nodded, exiting the room and coming back in with two teenagers who looked like they were around sixteen. Now, I understood why Alessandro was mad. Drugs were practically being sold to kids.

The boy and the girl looked scared to death, like the last thing they wanted was to be here.

Alessandro rolled his eyes, as though their fear wasn't warranted. "Despite what you think, you aren't in trouble. I don't know what your parents would think though." That didn't seem to help. In fact, the fear on their faces intensified. Alessandro didn't care though, it was like he fed on the fear. "I just need you to answer a question, will you be honest?"

The teens nodded frantically.

"Good." He smiled. "Which one of these people sold you the drugs you were caught with?"

"W- We don't h-have the same dea- dealer."

"Oh, there's more than one. Interesting."

Nothing was interesting about it and everyone in the room knew that.

"Can you point them out?" When both of their eyes started roaming through without any result, Alessandro got irritated. He turned to us. "Space out, so they can see you clearly."

I was hundred percent sure Alessandro already knew who the dealers were and this whole thing was for his entertainment, and possibly to teach us all a lesson.

The men started spacing out as instructed, and my heart leaped when I finally became visible to him. It jumped even more when the girl pointed her finger in my direction, causing Alessandro's eyes to stop on me.

He blinked, finally taken by surprise. "The... girl?"

The teenage girl shook her head. "The boy by her left."

Subconsciously, I looked to my left at the young boy beside me as all the blood drained from his face. He looked just a few years younger than me. I wondered why he was involved in drug dealing.

Alessandro spared me one last glance, making me breathe in relief, before gesturing for the boy to come forward as the teenage boy pointed out his dealer, which was a man that looked like he was in his late twenties.

"You can go." He directed at the teenagers, not bothering to look at them as they scurried away. "Don't fucking waste my time." He bit out when the men were hesitant to move.

"Boss, I'm sorry. It was-"

"Shut up." His eerily calm tone was enough to shut the boy beside me up. "I won't repeat myself. Come here."

Even though they were still wary of going, they went anyway, stopping in front of the don.

"You had one rule: stay away from the high schoolers. How hard is it to follow?"

"I-" The other man started to say, but wasn't given a chance to continue because Alessandro suddenly whipped out a gun, ending both of their lives in two quick shots.

"On a second thought, I don't even want to know." He spoke to their lifeless bodies. He was teaching us all a lesson. Showing us what would happen if we fucked up like they did. That had to be the only reason he called us all to watch him kill the offenders.

My gasp couldn't be contained as their bodies hit the ground, somehow bringing his attention back to me.

"You," he pointed a sleep finger at me. "Come with me."

He didn't wait for a reply from me before he turned on his back and left the room. One look at the dead bodies on the floor had me doing what he said so I wouldn't end up like them.

I faintly heard the underboss dismissing the rest of them as I left the room as well. I saw Alessandro's body disappearing through a corner and I had to hasten my steps if I wanted to keep up with him. When he entered another room through a black door and shut it behind him, I was caught in between just walking in or knocking before doing so.

To be on the safer side, I knocked faintly. I heard him sigh, before he muttered, "come in." I hadn't even closed the door behind me when I heard him bark out an order. "Sit."

My ass met the chair immediately and he nodded at my compliance.

"What's your name?"

He was sitting opposite me, but I could feel his presence clouding the room, restricting the oxygen. I somehow managed to talk though. "Jordan Miller."

"Of fucking course," he mumbled to himself before looking at me again. "Who put you in?"

"Carlo."

Alessandro assessed my face as though checking if I was lying. Then, he clenched his jaw and typed into his phone. Carlo showed up in less than a minute. "How fucking stupid can you be?" Alessandro asked immediately after he entered.

Carlo's eyes fell on me, understanding immediately dawning on his face. "I can explain, boss."

"Sure you can. I had to press pause on what I was doing in Italy to come to deal with those scumbags, only to see that you hired a," he glanced at me with irritation as he stood up, rounding the table that was in between us, "little girl to deliver to our clients?"

I opened my mouth to oppose his statement but wasn't allowed to.

"Shut up," he directed at me before I could even speak, and I shrunk back on the chair, wanting nothing more than to disappear into thin air. "Does Pat know about this?" Carlo's silence was all he needed. "Incompetent fools."

"Pat isn't to be blamed, boss." Carlo defended. "I managed to convince him to let her stay once we found out Jordan was actually a she."

Alessandro laughed humorlessly. "Well, why don't you try to convince me why I should let her keep her job. She's a fucking teenager."

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. They kept talking about me like I wasn't there; like I wasn't qualified to do this just because I didn't have a dick. "I'm almost twenty," I spoke up, my voice smaller than usual.

The eyes of both men immediately snapped towards me. "What did you say?"

Carlo, who was behind Alessandro, was gesturing for me to stop talking and not repeat myself, but I was tired of them addressing me as a child. I wasn't. That was precisely why I stood up and took a step closer to Alessandro. "I said I'm almost twenty. And stop talking about me like I'm not here, you sexist."

Alessandro pushed up from his desk and closed the distance between us. He wrapped his hand around my throat and I gulped as his finger traced my neck. Feeling the movement, he smiled.

"Me? Sexist?" He asked to which I managed to nod even with my restricted movement. "What if I just don't want you to get hurt, seeing as this is a dangerous business?"

"I'm not weak."

"Yeah? So you wouldn't feel it if I just..." He trailed off as he applied pressure on my neck, completely cutting off my airway. I struggled to claw his hands away, but he was so much stronger than me.

"You're hurting me." I managed to get out in between coughs.

"Am I?" He spoke into my ear, applying even more pressure. My vision was beginning to blacken and my coughing, more violent when I heard Carlo's voice.

"Boss, she'll pass out."

Pass out? It felt like I was going to die.

"Let her." He replied nonchalantly. "Next time, she'll have to think twice before speaking."

My mouth definitely got me into trouble this time.

Alessandro Maurizio

~•~

"Boss, for real, you're gonna kill her."

"Shut the fuck up." I seethed. "You're the reason she's here right now." Accompanying my words, I let go of her and she stumbled back, a sick satisfaction settling in my veins when I see her rubbing her neck, coughing profusely.

A glance at her told me her neck was slightly bruised. Good. When she looks in the mirror and sees my mark on her, she'd have to reconsider everything coming out of her mouth.

I trained a hard look on Carlo. He knew the rules. He knew not to employ a girl to sell drugs, and most especially not one who looked like a teenager. She'd be easy to break if a rival ever kidnapped her for information. "I'm so sorry, boss. It wouldn't happen again."

"Damn right, it won't. I'll kill you if you ever make a mistake like this again. She's not even twenty-two yet." That was another rule. I didn't want to be responsible for kids dropping out of college because they felt they'd gotten a stable and well-paying job, even if it was illegal.

"I swear, it won't."

Seeing the honesty in his eyes, I nodded and went back to my chair. I still had work to do after all. "You're dismissed." They didn't move though and I looked up at them irritated. I hated when people didn't follow my orders. "What?"

Carlo lowered his gaze to the ground, still embarrassed by the mistake of hiring a girl. "What do I do about her, boss?"

I didn't have to think twice about it. "Fire her." Her mouth dropped open as she gaped at me. Did she seriously expect me to keep her in the business? She wasn't even trained. "If you don't close that mouth, sweetheart, I'll put it to a better use."

She snapped her mouth close and I had to resist a chuckle, only for her to open it again. "What? What do you mean by fire her? I didn't do anything!"

Agitated, I rubbed my forehead with a sigh. She was beginning to piss me off and at this point, I could actually kill her. Her life was only spared the first time because she technically didn't do anything wrong and I didn't just kill innocent people.

"I'm pretty sure you know this, Jordan, but my word goes," I spoke in a deadly calm tone that had her gulping. I knew she was scared of me. She was only trying to mask it with false toughness. It was a smart move, only she wasn't doing so well. "Right now, I'd like for you to get the fuck out."

The unreasonable twat opened her mouth to speak again but was saved as Carlo dragged her ass out, probably the only smart one between the two. Saved because I honestly didn't know what I would've done if she dared to defile me one more time.

I wondered why the hell she even wanted to involve herself in something as dangerous as the Mafia? Did she have ties?

Completely abandoning the work I had to do, I clicked on Google and typed her name in. Jordan Miller. The only thing that pulled up was a picture of her and a private Instagram account.

I pulled out my phone, dialing Patrizio. "Find out everything on Jordan Miller," I ordered as soon as he answered on the first ring.

"Yes, boss."

I went back to clearing out the database on the two men whose lives I'd just taken in the living room. If they had any family - hopefully, they didn't - who wanted to report them as missing, the police wouldn't even believe they existed, and if they did, they were easy to silence.

It didn't take an hour before Pat knocked on my door, coming in before I could permit him to. The only reason he was able to do that was because we grew up together. I was thirteen and an only child when my padre brought Pat home. He was from Italy, just like us, and had recently lost his family.

I was elated. It wasn't easy being an only child, especially not you were being groomed from a young age to take over as the don. Pat made the training bearable as I finally had a partner to mock the trainers with me.

We didn't necessarily take those training seriously, and my padre didn't force it on us either. It was only when the house was attacked and my parents were killed I was forced to grow up. I was sure the only reason I was spared was that they wanted to come back another time to finish the job if the recent cryptic messages we were receiving were anything to go by.

My father's underboss taught me all I needed to know until he eventually retired, wanting to live a peaceful life with his wife and children in a small town away from Chicago.

I'd kill and die for Pat, but I would never tell him that. Vulnerability wasn't allowed in a business like mine.

"I've got a folder on her, boss."

He dropped the folder on my desk and dropped himself on the chair Jordan was previously occupying. I picked it up deftly, opening the first page. It was just basic information like her name, age, date of birth, religion, and the other boring shit.

The next page was about why, when, and how she started dealing with drugs. She looked so fucking innocent and scared, I wonder how the hell she was able to keep up with the perverts she sold to. The page also showed all the jobs she'd worked before finally settling on drug dealing. Did she know that she could get apprehended?

The last page was on her parents' death. They were killed in a fire, and if I'd learned anything from the Mafia world, it was that things weren't always as they seemed from the outside. I had to look more into this, but I didn't have the energy for that at that moment. It'd have to wait. For now, I wanted to unwind.

"Thanks." I directed at Pat as I stood up, him standing along with me respectfully. We began to walk out together. "If possible, find more on the death of her parents."

"You're oddly interested in this girl's case."

I gave him a wry smile. "It isn't every day I summon all my dealers and see a teenage girl standing in between them."

"Fair enough." He nodded.

I stopped in front of a door. "You're returning with me to Italy in a week."

"As you wish, boss." Pat rolled his eyes with a smile that I felt like punching out of his face. He always said I was too demanding, but I didn't make any effort to change. If I wanted to get things done, I had to be assertive. "Have fun." He smirked.

"Oh, I will," I smirked back at him with a devilish twinkle in my eyes. Opening the door, I was met with the same blonde girl I'd left on the bed. She was still in nothing but her panties, her breasts exposed, and her hands and legs cuffed to the sides of the bed. What excited me though was the gun placed in between her open legs. I'd been pleasuring her with it before I left and it was satisfying that she hadn't moved from her position for more than an hour.

That was what I liked, obedient little girls that wouldn't run their mouths off and get themselves strangled. Although, the one on the bed would probably love it.

Her head turned to the side at my arrival and she licked her lips in anticipation. "Welcome back, master."

A sinister smile played on my lips, as I approached her. "You're still in position."

"I'm yours to use as you like, sir." The blonde said it like it was rehearsed.

I didn't waste any time ripping her panties off, the last piece of clothing on her, seeing her pussy already glistening. "Oh, I'm gonna use you alright," I informed her, trying out the strangling thing on her. If possible, she got even wetter. Feeling satisfied, I uncuffed her. "You're mine to use right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Get on your fucking knees, darling."

Her limbs were tired from lying down idle for so long, but she didn't waste any time falling to her knees and putting her hands behind her back.

And that was exactly what I did.