The Complete Contract Series (25 page)

Black Rose

I make my way back home and into my office to watch surveillance of the woman I really want. Images of fucking her and using her for my pleasure invade my thoughts throughout the day. Though I just finished fucking a total stranger and accomplished the orgasm I needed, I’m not sated. I want Melanie. I have been watching her for months and there is something about her that makes me want to defile her. I want to aggressively dominate her and completely take over her existence.

It’s ironic how the men in the brotherhood are all kinky in one way or another. They are sadistic men who enjoy taking down their prey and subduing them, whether they are willing or not. I am a man who feeds off of mind-fucks, the fear, and even, at times, the degradation of my victim. I don’t believe it can get much more degrading than to fuck a woman in an alley, pinning her to a brick wall while a drunk watches and jacks off. Yet, I’m still not sated…

I eye the screen and watch a woman who still has no idea that she is my willing captive. She tucks the little boy I now consider as my own child into bed and removes her clothing to go to sleep. I’m very pleased she sleeps in the nude as it will be one of my rules when I break her down and rebuild her to be the woman of my choosing.

It’s evident she is unaware I have her under surveillance when she bends her knees, spreading her legs and giving me full view of her finger sliding over her nub of nerves. The voyeur in me is very pleased and my cock reacts by hardening. I quickly go from stroking over it through my tailored pants to pulling it out and pumping it in my fist.

“Slip that finger in there, baby girl.”

She obeys as if she hears her Master’s mandate. Her hips gyrate as she finger fucks herself with one hand and rolls her finger over her clit with the other. My pumps become more urgent as my balls clench and I orgasm at the same moment she does. We’re joined and she doesn’t even realize it yet. Now… I am sated…

Miller

I waste no time pinning her to the wall as I stand behind her and place my palms beside her head, assuring her inability to escape. She knows. She knows exactly what’s wrong with me, smart girl.

“I haven’t done anything to lead him on. He’s a man-whore and you know that.”

My hand slides up the bottom of her mini and I pinch her clit… hard. “You’re wet. You’re wet because you know you’re in trouble and you don’t know what I might do to you. Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

My finger splays over the wet spot in her G-string and up over her clit, back and forth over the satiny silk, until she begins trying to grind into my hand to encourage more contact.

“Bad little girls don’t get to come,” I taunt her. “That mother fucker sure is fixated on you.”

“I’m yours, Miller. We’re in too deep for me to ever consider being with any man but you.”

“I’ll kill you.” I gently slide my hand down the front of her panties and thrust my middle finger into her wet pussy. Once again I whisper, “I’ll kill you,” only this time I thrust it deep within her opening right when I say the word
kill.
I mean it too. I’m not done taunting her. In fact, I’m just getting started.

“I might kill you anyway. If you don’t take to training right, I’ll cut you off as a loss. I’ll shoot you between the eyes and throw your body in a ditch with a baggie of whatever drug I happen to choose that day. Then when they find you, they can assume you are just another junkie.”

It’s evident the fear I cause in her turns her on because she is dripping wet. I slide another finger into her and I’m still whispering threats in her ear.

“Fuck those fingers and you better make it good. Maybe you need an ass whipping with that cane you love so much.”

“I don’t love that piece of brutally masquerading as a stick,” she defiantly answers me.

“You love what I say you love and, right now, you love fucking my fingers. You’re such a dirty girl, fucked up in the head just like I am. I hope I don’t have to kill you; I would so miss our times of bonding. We’re bound in so many ways. We’re both fucked up mentally and emotionally, both kinky as hell, and we’re both cold blooded killers.

“Do you think that’s why Diego is so fixated on you?”

She can barely answer me because her breath is coming out in broken gasps. “Diego is a fucking instigator. You know, he’s like the kid on the playground pulling the little girl’s hair and then running away. He likes pissing you off; he wants to get a reaction. As far as I’m concerned Diego has a death wish if he’s fucking with you.”

“Your training is paying off. You have him pegged correctly.”

“It has nothing to do with my training. It’s my intuition and it was mine before you ever entered the picture.”

I purposely stop rubbing her clit and she begins trying to manipulate her hips to make contact again.

“You come when I say you come.”

I jerk my fingers out of her panties and rapidly turn her around to face me. I place my palms against the wall and gaze at her through hooded eyes.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you with my gun again. Maybe this time I’ll leave it loaded.” I watch the vein in her neck go crazy. “That got a response, didn’t it? You know you work for me now and as your boss, I can do anything I want to you. As your owner…well, let’s just say it’s no fucking holds barred.

“Get my fucking pants pulled down now! Since you are doing such a good job fucking my fingers, you can ride my cock.” My dick springs forth and she takes a finger, rubbing the pre-cum over the slit, and a shudder courses through me. This is the only woman I have ever been with that I haven’t tired of. The fact that I get to train her to kill is intoxicating.

She sticks her tongue out, wagging it back and forth. She’s a little prick tease but as long as it is only my prick she’s teasing, that’s fine. I grab a handful of her hair, sliding her mouth slowly down on my cock until she’s balls deep and can’t breathe.

“Cock tease. Don’t fuck with me, little girl.” I chuckle when I see her panic filled eyes watering. “I own you, even the air you breathe.” I slowly pull her back and let her catch her breath. Her mouth makes a popping noise as I exit the cavity she’s using to try to manipulate me. No woman is going to use her body to influence me. I’m in control and, I can assure you, that is especially true in the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and look down on her with contempt. I like to keep her on edge. There’s nothing like a good ole fashioned, masterful mind-fuck.

“Take my boots off and then my jeans and boxers. How do expect me to get my kink on like this?” I leave her no time to answer because right now, I’m too busy being an asshole. “That’s right where I like to see you—kneeling at my feet. Now raise that little mini-skirt up, wiggle your fine ass out of that G-string, and sit on my cock. You better make me feel real good, girl, because I’m still pissed about Diego undressing my woman with his eyes all night.”

“I didn’t do anything,” she hisses, defending herself against my accusations.

“Straddle me, girl. Spread those pussy lips and get busy making it up to me.” I grab her hips, forcing her down on me. Her fingernails rake into my shoulders as she protests in pain. I glare into her eyes and thrust a little deeper, reinforcing the fact that she is in my bed now. This is my bed, my rules.

She tosses her head back, riding up and down, and groaning out her pleasure. I pull her towards me, burying my face in her hair and taking in her scent. She smells like watermelon and it makes me want to eat her up, just to spit her back out so I can repeat the process. What’s that old saying? Wash, rinse, and repeat? Repeating is something I never get tired of with Stormy, my Stormy.

“Look at me, girl. That’s it. Look me in my eyes when you come.”

My finger slides down, circling over her swollen clit and in no time at all, she is locked onto me, grabbing my cock with her inner muscles. This is one chick who doesn’t need Kegel exercises; she takes everything I have to give her. Her sweet, little, throbbing pussy locks around me and milks me dry. I just keep connecting more intensely on a daily basis with this woman. I lay back on the bed and she lowers down on top of me. We take a moment to soak each other in and bask in the afterglow. I just keep falling deeper and deeper but into what, I don’t know…