Anything He Needs: Serve and Obey (#2) (Anything For Him) Read online




  Anything He Needs (#2)

  BDSM Erotic Romance

  By Carmen Cross

  Copyright © 2012

  Anything For Him #2 – Anything He Needs

  Carmen Cross

  All Rights Reserved

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  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  It had been a long day and Danny felt the strain of it as he swung his long legs out of the car and onto the curb. Walking toward the narrow doorway that opened onto the busy sidewalk he admitted to himself that he wanted nothing more than to go home and sit in a blissful quiet punctuated only by some Vivaldi and the sight of Meghan sitting naked at his feet but instead he signaled his driver to wait and pressed open the door.

  Instantly the scent of garlic and onions that had been roasted until they had caramelized hit him, as did the tantalizing aromas of long cooked marinara and homemade pasta. The dimness was inviting and the smells delightful even if the reason for the stop was unappetizing, to say the least.

  The white haired maitre’d looked him over with suspicious eyes and then he gave an imperious yank of his head that indicated Danny should follow him as he shambled away from the high podium behind which he had been ensconced and toward a table sat in a nearly hidden little nook.

  The man sitting at the table had a set of three chins, a body that flowed comfortably over the chair he sat in and a bald, liver spotted pate that nearly touched the broad and smoke discolored beams that crossed the low ceiling, He had a huge white napkin tucked into the neck of his incredibly expensive shirt and another on the lap of his too tight and tailored slacks.

  “You look like you are about to have a heart attack at any minute Sal,” Danny said by way of greeting as he sat at the table.

  Salvatore Accardo laughed, a thick wheezing sound that made Danny wince. “As soon as I get done eating I’m gonna run up to the girl’s apartment and jump on her. If I go I want it to be there. There is no shame in dying at my mama’s table, mind you, but I would prefer to be caught dead at a different kind of feast.”

  Danny and Salvatore went back years. When Danny had been a teenager it had been Salvatore who had given him small jobs and had offered him protection for his own rackets at a small cost. When Danny had been looking into college he had discovered that he needed a second language and Salvatore had taught him Italian by refusing to speak anything else to him. Danny had been an apt pupil and the two slid into that language easily, not as a way of avoiding having their conversation understood, most of the diners spoke Italian fluently, but out of habit.

  “There’s been a guy asking around about you. I thought he was a guy looking for some action at first, he looked the type. Little greasy guy, all big fake smile and teeth so white they almost blind you, good shoes but an off the rack suit. That kind of guy, you know. It turns out he’s a detective, and not the kind that is associated with the police force, and he sure ain’t trying to get information on a cheating boyfriend either. He’s looking hard for something in particular, you know what I mean?”

  Danny did know. A tall woman whose long black hair was still untouched by white and whose body was still youthful and strong came over, her work worn hands holding a platter filled with fresh bread, thinly sliced prosciutto, delicate slices of fresh melon, and a small selection of antipasto.

  “It’s good to see you Danny,” she said in a heavily accented voice. “My son here still talks about you. Says you were the best kid he ever met, and look at you now. We are proud of you. Here, you need to eat.”

  Danny let her make him a plate and when she sat it in front of him he smiled and said, “Thank you Maria, you are lovely as always.”

  “Ah you lie,” she said affectionately. “Eat, I’ll bring you some spaghetti in a few minutes.”

  Dutifully Danny picked up his fork and put a bite in his mouth but he wasn’t thinking about the food, he was thinking about the detective. “You talked to him?”

  “What do I look like?” Salvatore managed to look wounded, “C’mon… no, he was talking to some other guys who knew a guy who knew me. He was out at the prison asking questions, paying for the information in cigarettes and candy bars.”

  “So he knows how jailhouse trades work,” Danny said softly.

  “This guy is looking for something solid on you Danny. You may have some trouble here, especially with you being all in the papers thanks to that Lowry broad.”

  “She’s not a broad.” Danny’s voice was calm, flat and even and that was all Salvatore needed to hear to know how Danny felt about Meghan, “Ah,” he said, “No offense meant to her or you.”

  “None taken,” Danny said as he forked some antipasto into his mouth. “You get this guy’s name?’

  “Yup. What you think I’m losing my touch? His name is Loren Harmon. He used to be a cop, about ten years or so ago but he got bounced for excessive force. Apparently he used to like to rough up the prostitutes he ran in, in more ways than one, the little bastard.”

  “Thanks Sal.”

  “Yeah no problem. Listen, here comes mama with the spaghetti, she put me on a diet and you don’t look hungry enough for dessert, help me out will you?”

  Danny had to grin at that one, Sal was one of the toughest bosses in the country but his mama could make him act like a kid. “I would love some cannoli,” he said as the spaghetti hit the table and he was rewarded with a broad grin and a promise to bring it.

  “You are a prince among men,” Sal crooned happily. “So what are you going to do about Loren?”

  “I’ll take care of it.”

  “You need a clean piece?’

  “I’m not going to kill him.”

  “You might wish later you had.”

  “I’m willing to take that chance,” Danny said dryly.

  “I forget you went legit, you got so much more to worry about now.” Sal said.

  The cannoli came and Danny watched as Sal looked around to make sure his mother could not see and then slid the sweets into a jacket pocket, “for later.” Danny twirled the strands of pasta on his fork, twining against his spoon and using that utensil’s edge to cut the strands off neatly before eating it. The restaurant was mostly silent, many of the diners had left and the weariness that had Danny had felt earlier pressed closer.

  He excused himself and said his goodbyes. Out on the sidewalk he paused long enough to look both ways before ducking back into his car’s leather scented interior. He leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes in order to try to think.

  He was truly disturbed by the fact that someone was checking into him so closely. He had always known that at some point his past would catch up to him, and with all of the media attention given to Meghan and him, by extension, he should have been more aware that he was drawing attention.

  Or had it been that at all? He snapped his eyes open, a frown creasing his forehead. Meghan’s family was broke and they had been stripped of all monies and homes. They were, so he heard; living in a house that had belonged to Gloria’s family, somewhere out on the Island. After it had been made known that they, not Meghan, had sold all of the things she had stolen
they had been shunned by most of their friends and nobody seemed to be interested in extending them credit either.

  Three pissed off people with a lot to seek revenge over would likely be the first people to send someone after him. Tom had repeatedly referred to him as a thug and had alluded to his past while they had had him tied to that chair.

  Just thinking about that incident, how the three men had not dared to fight him until he had been tied and unable to hit back, enraged him. “Cowards,” he muttered, “They would try to come at me from the back.”

  His apartment building came into view and he took a firm grip on his anger, smashing it down deep inside.

  ~ * ~ * ~

  Meghan stood at the windows, staring out at the twinkling fairyland that was the city at night. Lights blazed from windows, lighting the skyline with multicolored sparks. Jets flew overhead, arcing toward the airport and the contrails laid a misty white veil across the ebony expanse of sky. Craning her head way back she could just make out the hard twinkle of stars.

  Danny entered the room and stood looking at her. She wore a slim and simple knitted sheath that lay on her body, hugged her curves, it could have been poured over her from a pitcher the fit was so perfect. It clung to the archipelago of her spine, outlined the two curved out halves of her ass and then slid down her thin flat thighs. He felt desire spiral up at the sight of her bathed in the ambient glow of light coming from the window.

  “Hello Sir,” Meghan said softly to the ghostly reflection in the glass.

  Danny moved closer and let one of his fingers trail up the delicate knobs of her spine, feeling the small tension as she arched toward him involuntarily. “Let’s go out on the terrace,” he said softly.

  Meghan moved to follow him but he held up one hand, “I want to see you naked in the moonlight.”

  Passion simmered low and rich in her belly as she stripped off the sheath. It puddled onto the floor in a small cream colored heap, she stepped out of it and Danny gave her a long slow perusal that puckered her nipples and made her pussy feel too heavy, too wet and yet desperately empty. He held open the door that led to the spiral staircase that led them to the rooftop.

  Danny had had a gorgeous garden built there. Flowers in stone encased terraces lent a vivid fragrance to the night air and a peaceful serenity that was often sorely lacking in the bustling metropolis.

  A thin-legged table sat near one corner and a wide flat metal rail ran around the roof’s edge to protect any who stood there looking down at the city’s lights. Danny felt a sudden inspiration strike him and he guided Meghan to that edge, holding her hand as they stood against the rail, peering down at the street below.

  A young couple wandered past, their laughter drifting up and taxis clashed their brakes as the bust Theatre District began to kick into high gear, causing the side streets to become congested with foot and car traffic as people tried to find a way around the stalls and mini-jams.

  “You look like a painting,” Danny murmured into Meghan’s ear, making her blush at the compliment.

  She did look like a painting. The moonlight painted her in a soft silver glow, highlighting each angle, every curve. Her skin gave off such a pearly radiance it seemed that she could have been carved of the purest Carrera marble. A tiny blue vein ran across one breast, drawing his attention there.

  Danny tangled his hands into her hair, yanking her head roughly to one side. Shivers of decadent delight wracked Meghan’s body as those fingers kept her head still while his mouth left a trail of searing kisses and nibbles down the right side of her neck. He tightened his grip until it was almost painful and she whimpered. Her eyes locked helplessly on the people below and it hit her that if anyone should look up they would see them up there.

  For some reason that thought excited her almost unbearably. She was not the only one, Danny rammed his hips into her, making the soft cheeks of her ass jiggle and she clutched the rail while his pants covered erection ground against her ass again and again.

  Gasps tore from her throat and Danny chuckled. He fastened his eyes on the windows of a nearby apartment, a woman stood there watching, a glass of wine in one hand.

  Meghan saw her too. Neither of them spoke, Danny reached one hand around and tweaked her stiffening nipples and she whispered out a soft yes as he slid his hand lower, his fingers teasing at her pubic curls.

  The other woman took a step closer, leaning a little farther toward them. Meghan, so turned on she could barely breathe, hoped Danny did not see her. She did not want him to stop and having an audience was making her feel so wicked, so wanton that come was already pulsing from the slit between her thighs.

  Danny was not sure if Meghan knew the other woman was there, and he didn’t care. The heated oil between her legs told him she was ready for a hard fucking and he was determined to give it to her. He whipped his tie off and his belt; he connected her silver cuffs with the tie and then used it to bind her hands to the rail. Meghan whimpered low in her throat as she was bound, the fact that all that stood between her and a tumble into the street forty stories below turned her on even further, she slid the silken fabric of the tie along the rail, enjoying the sensation of being held prisoner.

  Danny unbuttoned his slacks and tossed them aside along with his boxers and shoes and socks. His shirt fluttered briefly on the wind, and then it took flight, cruising silently between buildings. A man on the sidewalk picked it up and looked around before stuffing it into a jacket pocket and walking away. That made the couple on the rooftop sputter laughter but the laughter died when Danny parted the peach like halves of Meghan’s ass, guided his cock to the dripping hole and drove inside her so hard it sent her slamming into the rail with a cry of mingled pain and pleasure.

  Danny could feel the walls of Meghan’s pussy squeezing his cock; the sensation was nearly unbearably erotic. The woman on the other balcony still held her glass in the one hand, the other had crept up her short dress and while she was too far away for him to see anything specific about her it was obvious that she was rubbing her own crotch in rhythm to their sex. That compelled him to fuck Meghan harder.

  Meghan’s silver cuffs clanked and clattered as Danny lost himself inside of her body. Her legs trembled with effort and her eyes strayed back and forth from the woman on the other balcony to the people walking below them. Adrenaline crashed through her system as she began to slam her own hips back onto Danny, demanding that he give her as much as he had without a word.

  Danny ran his hands up and down the smooth flesh of her back, delighting in the satiny texture of her skin, in the softness of it. He bent her over even further, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes and hold onto the rail with just her fingertips so she could meet his powerful thrusts.

  “Please can I come?” Meghan panted out as the friction and heat inside her bloomed and swelled, “Please Sir?”

  “Come,” Danny said and he said it loudly, his eyes fastened on the woman across the street.

  Meghan shrieked and Danny clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle that cry. Meghan groaned against the warm skin of his palm, her own eyes fastened on the furiously masturbating woman who was leaning against the wall of her balcony, her hand a mere blur in the darkness.

  Meghan came and felt Danny’s erection throb inside her for a few moments before it went slack. He pulled out of her, his hot cream dripping down her inner thighs and mingling with her own.

  “It’s a nice night,” Meghan said inanely and they both began to laugh. When Meghan’s giggles subsided she peeked across the street then asked, “Did you see that woman?”

  “Yes, it was pretty hot, having her watching us.”

  Meghan blushed. “It was.”

  Danny chuckled, it never ceased to amaze him how open Meghan was to new things, and how willing to please him, and herself. He led her back inside and ran her a deep tub of water while she went to the kitchen and fetched a dark beer for him, a glass of red wine for herself and then took down a box of incredibly rich and dark chocolate
for the two of them, arranging several pieces neatly on a small white dish.

  The tub was filled with fragrant bubbles and Danny was already happily splashing in it. The sight of his manly body in the tub made her laugh. It never stopped surprising her how sensitive he was, how able to do things most men would have considered feminine or silly just to please her. She knew he knew she loved to soak and that she liked the intimacy that the heated water and the warmth imparted.

  She lit candles and turned off the overheads. They snuggled together in the tub, her breasts and pubic hair floating on the small currents while he hand fed her the chocolate and whispered into her ear that he was proud of her, that she was his prize jewel and that he would never let her be hurt.

  She closed her eyes, content and happy with her life.

  ~ * ~ * ~

  The phone startled Danny out of sleep. He picked it up and hit silent so that its ringing would not awaken Meghan. He got out of bed and went to his office, carefully closing the door before he answered the call.

  The number belonged to a woman who was eighty years old and blind, nobody would have any reason to suspect that a large mob operation hijacked her landline and used it for clandestine calls like the one being made to Danny. The old woman, who was cared for very well, knew but said nothing in exchange for the small luxuries she was gifted by grateful bosses.

  Sal, in his large house out on the Island, had waited impatiently while his call was rerouted and then Danny answered. He had been on the verge of hanging up just as Danny said hello.

  “You are going to wish you had killed that guy,” Sal said without preamble. “Guess who he was talking to?’

  “Danny’s gut tightened. “Who?”

  “That little nickel and dime hood Pauly, you know he has wanted to carve a chunk out of you for a long time. He’s up in the pen and today he got a visit from that guy, who put a hundred bucks on his books before he went his own way. I got that from my cousin’s kid, he’s a trustee up there these days so he know for sure.”