Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete - Sex Stories

Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete

... “damn accounting mistakes seem to happen sometimes. It’s a good thing you used one of my banks. I will check on that for you.” “I still have others,” Brittany said. It was more of a question than a statement. “Like the one taped to the ceiling in your closet, or the one in the fake rock in the garden?” I could tell he was beginning to get tired of the game. “You have nothing on anyone here but I have plenty on you. My team has been tracking you for the last few weeks and we have all we need to send you to jail. Real jail, since you’re eighteen.” Brittany’s face dropped as the realization hit that she was at our mercy. She dropped to her knees and began to sob. I had heard this before and I wasn’t falling for it again. “Shut up bitch,” I yelled at her and then turned to Dad, “what are we going to do with her?” Dad smiled, “anything you want.” “You can’t touch me,” Brittany screamed, “my Daddy will kill you.” “No,” Dad said evenly, “he’s under house arrest and can only go to work and back to his apartment in the city. The only reason the judge let him keep the house is so you can finish school. You know that because you were at the trial. I guess being a stupid criminal runs in the f****y.” “Jimmy,” Dad turned to me, “you did ok but you didn’t think of everything. You knew these guys were dealing d**gs but you didn’t think about them having a gun?” “No,” I said sheepishly. I decided to beat him at his own game, “did you bring a gun?” “No, I brought a lot of guns,” he grinned ...

... and then called out, “Morgan, you guys come out.” Suddenly, half a dozen tough looking men with automatic weapons moved from the shadows and into the light. “Make sure the Russians get out of town,” he told one man, “and sweep the rest of the building. Get the big guy off the floor and make sure we don’t miss anything.” “Yes Sir,” came the curt reply, and the man was off directing the others. “What the FUCK!” Frank was standing up now and watching with an awestruck look on his face. “You had all those guys and you didn’t step in and help? You told me you would stop it before anyone got hurt.” “Sorry Frank,” Dad said, “we had to make sure we had all the data before we moved. The other team just finished the second sweep on the house.” He looked over at Brittany who also had a shocked look on her face. “Your nanny isn’t happy with you,” Dad smiled, “I guess making her walk around cleaning house with that cucumber up her ass may come back to haunt you soon.” Brittany had a terror stricken look on her face as the ramifications of her actions were becoming clearer. “Jesus, Darrel,” Frank whined, “You don’t know how bad it’s been with that little cunt running things. She got the God Damn Russian mob in here; she blackmails every fucker that walks through the door. I told her it was just a matter of time before something bad happened.” He made wild gestures as he talked making it comically to watch. “That fucking bitch just about broke me,” he was just getting warmed up so Dad moved ...