Page 40 of Sweet Revenge
“Fuck,” he muttered. I plunked out another pile. “For that, I’ll throw in the installation tools you’ll need, too.”
“Sounds like a plan.” That would save us a trip to the hardware store. The more I could stay off film myself, the better.
Elisa raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged at her. All of this was new to her. She’d only ever seen the killing side of mafia life. This was the planning side. Boring but necessary.
A few minutes later, we walked out of the basement, arms loaded down with cameras, tools, and what remained of my cash.
“Where now?” the beautiful woman in the passenger seat asked me.
“Now, we go to another safe house and get to work,” I explained.
Elisa didn’t ask any questions, just came along. It took about an hour for us to meander our way over to another of my safehouses. We went through the same process of me finding a hidden key and opening the garage as we had before. Once inside, she helped me get the gear out and start setting it up.
“So your safehouses don’t typically have cameras installed?” she asked, handing me another screw to bolt the tiny camera in the living room to the wall in the corner near the ceiling. This should give us a perfect view of the entire room, since it wasn’t a very large space.
“I don’t usually want to record my crimes for others to see, Elisa,” I reminded her.
“The house we’re staying in now doesn’t have any cameras?” she clarified.
“Just some outside so I can see if anyone’s fucking around out there.” All of my cameras were connected to an app I could access on my phone or a laptop.
The drill whirred, biting into the wooden stud behind the drywall. Finished, I gave it a little tug and decided the camera wasn’t going anywhere.
“Looks good,” she said. “But I still have no idea what the fuck the plan is.”
I flashed her a devious grin. “You’ll see. I think this house will have a visitor soon enough, and when it does, we’ll all see.”
She arched an eyebrow, obviously confused, but it didn’t matter. Soldiers didn’t need to know the plans to do as they were told, and right now, Elisa was a soldier.
Our next stop was the bedroom. I didn’t think anyone would come into the house and not go into the living room, but I wanted to cover my bases. Elisa helped me get that camera mounted, and when I turned around, she was sitting on the bed, her legs crossed, a seductive look on her face.
“What’s that all about?” I asked her, feeling my heartrate increase.
With a shrug, she said, “Well that guy who lives in his mommy’s basement seemed to think that you wanted to film people having sex, right?”
“Yeah.” I felt my cock twitch in my pants. What was she getting at?
“Ever since he implied that was your reasoning, I’ve been thinking about how it’s been far too long since we fucked.”
Swallowing hard, I moved toward her, dropping the drill onto the bed. “That can be corrected.” It hadn’t actually been that long—only a day or so—but who was I to argue with a beautiful woman who wanted me?
Elisa dove at my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them and tugging them down over my hips as I moved to pull her panties down and her skirt up at the same time. This wasn’t going to be some slow love-making session, but I had time in my busy day to give my woman what she needed.
Undressed enough to make it work, I climbed onto the bed. She directed me to sit and then straddled me, sliding me deep inside her in one gliding motion. I fell back onto my elbows as she began to give the tired mattress a workout.
Elisa bounced up and down on me, hard, driving me deeper within her. I took hold of her hips and directed her, increasing my pace with every thrust until my breathing staggered. She began to cry out my name, panting and moaning, and then, I exploded inside of her, continuing to jerk for several seconds once I was finished.
Still sitting atop me, she took a moment to recompose herself, smiling down at me. “That was fun,” she managed to say.
“Always is.”
“Excuse me a moment.” Elisa climbed off me, gathered her panties from the floor, and stepped into the hall bathroom. A few moments later, I heard the toilet flush and the sink running before she came back to me, put back together like nothing had ever happened. God, if she wasn’t gorgeous.
Looking at my dick, she asked, “You gonna put that thing away?”
“Not if you wanna use it again.” I hadn’t moved, still enjoying the rush of our fucking.
“I think we have things to do,” she reminded me.