My Mafia Man 8 Held For Insurance

His hand rose up and slipped under my bra clenching my breast, I felt his other hand slide down my stomach making its way to my skirt, "I'm sorry Sh.e.l.ly" I thought as the words escaped my mouth "I'll tell you where it is, just stop." His hand stopped and I felt his long hair tickle my stomach as it rose up with his head, "now that's no fun, but oh well." he lifted his head up to come face to face with me, "so where is it?"

"It's in the same bag that I took the other phone from, I just pushed it to the bottom. Now please untie this it hurts." I said, but not for a moment did I feel right as those words escaped my mouth. He placed his hand on my, I quivered in fear of what he was going to do. He grabbed hold of some of my hair and let is glide out from his hand as he moved his hand up and untied the tie, he then got off the bed and went for his jacket. I lowered my hands to my chest and swiftly reb.u.t.toned my top, I kept my eyes carefully fixed on him.

"You'll be staying here for insurance purposes, to ensure that the location you told us is actually correct. So you better tell me now if you lied and where it really is, other wise the next time your punished for your lies I promise you it wont be anywhere near as nice as I was just now and I certainly wont stop. Well anything you wanna say?" He said a cold tone and his cold glare fixed directly at me.

"No, nothing. I told you the truth." I said as I turned my head away trying to avoid his cold stare.

Without saying another word, he put back on his jacket and headed for the door. "Wait, what's gonna happen to me when you get the phone?" I some how mustered up the courage to say those words.

"I haven't decided yet, but you'll live that much I can tell you. Farewell little lady, until we meet again be good." He said with a smirk as he shut the door, I heard the loud clink of the locks being turned.