Treacherous.

6

I took a moment to send my location to Sam, and flipped the visor down. I wiped under my eyes at the fallen mascara, and pulled my hair from it's loose bun, shaking it out around my shoulders.

I spotted him walking out of the building and sucked in a long breath. He took his time as he walked.

When he opened the door and got in I lifted the key, dangling it from my fingers.

"So what?" He asked, starting the car, only to lean into his seat. "You want me to find a dark parking garage?" His eyes crawled over my outfit. I couldn't help but feel ashamed at his words.

I shied away from him, sinking into my seat.

"N-No... I-"

"Don't worry Mama, I'm joking." He put the car in reverse, with a short laugh.

The muscle under my ribcage that was vibrating my chest, slowed as I talked myself out of slapping him again.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" I spoke, turning my head to glance at the bar disappearing behind us.

His eyes left the road to flick between my face and where my hand was tightening the knot in my shirt.

"You're a crazy bitch." A smirk materialized over his lips. "You know that?"

"I wasn't born that way." I shrugged, smirking at his reflection in my window.

"What's someone like you doing with something like me anyway?" His hand left the wheel to turn the music down some.

I turned my head to look at him.

"You tell me."

He pouted his full, bottom lip as he thought. "I don't think you like being bad- I think you're tired of calling the shots and need to be told what to do." He kept his eyes in front of him as I ignored my heaving chest.

"You think I want to be controlled?" I bit at my lip, letting my mind wander to everything I'd let him do to me.

My hands gripped at my thighs, and I ignored the feeling of my nipples begin to stand against the material of my top.

Rio's large hand returned to the radio, turning it up, enough to cease our conversation, then swatted my hand from my thigh- taking its place.

That familiar plummeting sensation returned, making me aware of the mess I would discover in my panties.

I leaned my head back, attempting to relieve my swelling chest.

Rio couldn't help but notice the way she reacted to his touch. His mind wandered to his hand splayed over her thigh, and he couldn't wait to feel her actual flesh under his palm.

Rio let out an empty laugh, as he thought about the electricity that he felt travel through him when she had slapped him hours earlier.

I watched through my peripheral as his pinky inched closer and closer to where I wanted him most, each time his hand caressed my leg.

I didn't know where we were going or how long it'd take to get there, but if it wasn't quick I'd be soaking through my jeans soon.

I found my lips parting and a small whimper falling out of them as his fingers clenched around my clothed thighs.

This caught Rio's attention- and all he wanted was to hear it again.

When we pulled into what looked like the back of a warehouse, I began to think maybe this wasn't a good idea. My drinks had begun to metabolize and I knew I wouldn't stand a chance if things went sideways.

"What is this?" I questioned, sitting up.

"This is my place." He answered easily, taking his hand from my leg. He took the keys from the ignition and hopped out of the car. I peered out of the windshield, spotting an outside light flicking on.

As I reached for the door handle, the door slid open with Rio beside it.

I assured I had my phone, and wallet then slid out, I teetered on my feet as my heels hit the pavement.

"Let's go Mami." He nodded ahead of him. My heart fluttered in my chest at the new pet name.

I stayed quiet as we entered through the side of the warehouse. All of my senses screamed at me that something with this situation was wrong, but I still walked.

Directly inside of the door was a flight of stairs. "Why don't you head up, get comfortable? Put on a movie or something." He pointed to the door that I could see at the top of the stairs. He gave me the keys again. "I'll be right there." He said, noticing my hesitation.

I held onto the railing, assuring my heels nor my impaired judgement would let me fall.

I got to the door, trying the knob before unlocking it. I noted the peep hole, and then walked into the dark room.

My hands searched the wall, instantly needing to see what I was walking into. But when it flicked on I saw a large living room, with a kitchen off the side of it. A hall off of the living room with a few doors.

What the hell is this place? I shook my head.

I bent forward to unhook my heels and slide them to the side of the door.

My feet screamed at me for squeezing them into such painful contraptions.

I sat on the sofa peering up at my reflection in the blank TV screen. I leaned forward, planting my elbows on my knees to grab the remote and turn it on.

It was already on Netflix, on a kids account.

I furrowed my eyebrows, exiting it to surf through the rest of the options.

"Sorry about that darlin', I don't ever clock out." He spoke, crossing the room easily. He glanced down at me and stopped before moving down the hall. "You want sweats? Shorts? Boxers?" He offered.

Rio only wanted to see her naked legs.

"Um..." I thought about it then pushed myself up, off the couch. I was obviously under the impression that he'd be ripping my clothes off the moment we got here, not putting me in more comfortable clothes.

He nodded. "No worries, I got'chu." He disappeared down the hall.

I took a moment to look around. It was very neat in here. Too neat for just a man to live here- oh God. He probably has a girlfriend or wife.

"Here you go, Mami." Rio returned without his shoes, and a button undone on his shirt. He held out a pair of black basketball shorts.

"Thanks." I tilted my head at him.

He perked an eyebrow, stepping out of my way. "You can change in my room. End of the hall."

He seemed to tower over me now that my heels were off.

I passed him with a nod and moved down the hall.

"Hurry back, Mami." I heard him call, making me spin on my heels and send him a smirk, before closing the door to his room. I left my jeans, folded on his dresser. As I sat them down my heart skipped a beat, spotted the familiar golden pistol sitting on the dresser.

I cleared my throat and moved in front of his mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair and tightened my knot again, doing what I could to squish my C-cup breasts together to achieve a decent cleavage.

"Okay." I breathed, shaking my hair out, and folding the waistband of the shorts before joining Rio. "Find something?" I asked. He was leaned back in his couch with his arm thrown over the back of it.

His eyebrow perked, seeing me round the couch. His eyelids fell to take in my appearance. "Yes. Yes I did."