The Underbosses Psychiatrist (M/M)

27 - Chapter Twenty-Seven - Zev Martin's Point Of View.

I didn't even have a fraction of a second to get away from Jackson. He was absolutely going to murder me now. I could have raised my hands and backed away, but that was now not an option. Jackson wrapped one of his arms around my thigh. I took my hand off the back of his neck and he only looked up at me. They weren't the eyes of shock they had been when I grabbed him by the chin these were wildly different. I was so wrapped up in my head I never noticed what he was up to until cold air rushed over my pelvis. I forced myself to look down to see that Jackson had undone my pants and my lack of boxers had been my own undoing.

he pushed my pants down until they were halfway down my thighs. When he took my member into his mouth I closed my eyes and a slap to my inner thigh made me yelp and open them back up. He pulled back off my member to hiss out a sentence at me.

"Don't you dare take your eyes off me."

I nodded briefly and kept my eyes on Jackson as he nearly sucked my soul right out of my body. His tongue felt amazing as he ran it over the length of my member in his mouth. I shuttered when he drug his teeth over my shaft. I felt my balls draw up and as I was about to unload, he pinched a vein on the underside of my shaft and my entire hard-on and orgasm were snuffed. He put it out like a match in water.

"Your attitude is worse than mine Doctor."

All I could do was groan in protest. He ruined a perfect orgasm. That was fucking annoying.  I didn't even bother to hide my now testy behaviour. Jackson pulled up my pants and zipped them before smiling at me. I wanted to hit him.

"I'm going to kill you."

"You can try Zev. You're more than welcome to try."

I threw myself into his lap. He groaned and tried to push me off his lap onto the floor. He probably had some work to do but I didn't care at this very moment. I didn't want to move my body off his. He seemed to understand this when he tucked his hand into my hair and sighed.

"You are keeping me from doing work."

"That's fine."

"Maddox is going to throw a fit."

"That's fine, It's not the first time. You clearly have no idea the behaviour I've dealt with from Maddox. As his psychiatrist, I have seen some shit."

"I'm not surprised. He does have a temper."

"A whole lot of you mafia men have temper problems, in my field, we call that anger issues and disorders."

"Sounds about right."

I suddenly found myself super interested in Jackson and a few things I had seen in mob movies.

"Do you have fingerprints?"

"Yes. So does just about everyone who works with us. We don't remove our fingerprints from our fingers we just teach our employees to work smart and not leave any fingerprints or evidence."

"I mean I can see that being better than removing fingerprints. If I found someone with no fingerprints it would raise my suspicions right away about the person."

"Exactly. We look less guilty with our fingerprints intact, But also we have plenty of the cops if not all the cops in this community well paid, We never really get into trouble."

"I suppose that is a good thing then."

"Answer me this Doc, Did you ever think you would be working for the mafia or the shady part of this town?"

"The simple answer to that is no. I never once thought about working dirty at all. I only wanted to help whoever I could regardless of who the person was or what they did for a living. When I took Maddox on as a client, I never once listened to the rumours that floated around the town about him. I only ever listened to what he said he did as a job and he was pretty open about his job from the beginning."

"That's the one thing that surprised me about you. You held your ground with Maddox and he treated you like a friend right from the beginning. He trusted you and that's hard for any of us to do right away."

"I understand. It's hard to trust people when they constantly prove they are untrustable."

Jackson just hummed in agreeance. I never once thought I would be so comfortable with a man who killed for a living and made no effort to hide it.

"Zev?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you content will all of this? We ripped up your old life and forced you to join ours, Maddox didn't give you a choice, do you miss what you had before?"

"Am I content? Well, that's a good question.  Right now, I am pretty content with all that I have. In the future, I think I would like a few more things in our home but that's hardly to be discussed right here and now."

"Things? What exactly do you want a few more of?"

"Don't get me wrong Jackosn, we defiantly need to talk about this, but right now isn't the time for this talk. "

"Alright. Let me know when it is the right time then."

Getting up off him I stood up and stretched. Sitting back down on his lap I was straddling him now. He only raised his eyebrow at him in a questioning look. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. When I pulled my lips from him, I got off him again and looked at him with a pointed look.

"Go get to work, But you're mine after seven. You dare not even think about being late. I will make you regret it."

The only thing I had planned for after seven p.m was to take the one thing I was craving from him for the longest time, His body. I was craving to be taken and worked over by my dangerous addiction named Jackson.