Bound by Blood (The Contract Book 3) (3 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 precum 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…

Agent Turner

I eye my partner and let my mind wander. She is the poster child for a stereotypical redhead, a fireball to say the least. I knew I was going to be attracted to her the first day they brought her in. You see, I have a penchant for strong, independent women.

I guess if I was to profile myself, like I do everyone else due to my job, I would say it’s because I was raised by a strong female. My mother carried the weight of everything due to the fact that she was married to a man always living the pipe dream; he was always
gonna do something
…

As I grew up, I learned to cringe every time he came up with a new
idea.
I cringed because I knew chances were my mother would have to bail my asswipe of a dad out of some financial crisis he had gotten us into with yet another bright
idea.

I loved my mother and, though she has passed, I still do but more than that, I respected her. She never complained about the asinine things my dad did. She stood by him even though she could have kicked him to the curb and no one would have blamed her. Hell, they probably would have applauded her. But not my mom… she stayed loyal to him until his dying day. The irony of it all is that we lived in the lap of luxury because of her due diligence and loyalty to the family. I have no siblings so I guess that’s another reason I held my mom in such high esteem; she was the only positive force in my life. It was providence that the only person I had to look up to in life just happened to be female.

She and my dad were polar opposites. My mother’s job was managing her own business, babysitting houses for the upper echelon of society. Her clients were the owners of professional athletic teams, team players, and CEOs of multi-billion dollar companies. When they went out of town, they went with the peace of mind knowing that their homes, pets, and even their goldfish and plants were being taken care of. One thing rings true for the rich and elite: they don’t like people in their homes. The people who are on their payroll are placed under a magnifying glass of scrutiny. My mother’s company passed the test of any background check, no matter how in-depth it went. I can’t say I blame them for being so paranoid about who entered their homes. I view daily, and on a firsthand basis, what the human race is capable of doing.

My mother built a business from the ground up and I lived in a mansion in Kansas City. I grew up never wanting for anything thanks to that woman. Perhaps my past does play a part in my penchant for strong women and Rene is a very strong woman in many more ways than one.

The thing about Rene is that she has taken it to a whole new level in the bedroom. To put it simply, I’m the boss at work but that fiery little redhead of mine is the boss in the bedroom and that is a whole new thing for me. Many times when we go home, usually my place, she makes me pay, and I mean pay dearly, for reprimanding her at work, especially if it’s in front of anyone.

Before Rene, I was always in control. I even went as far as playing with a few subs. I’ll admit having them call me Sir and spanking their little asses red brought me a high unlike any other. When I first laid eyes on Rene, all I wanted to do was bend her over and take a crop to her delectable ass right before I choked her with my cock. I desperately wanted to make her beg and call me Sir. That is… until we kissed and she completely dominated me. She grabbed me by the hair and just took over. When I tried to wrestle back control, she bit me, hard enough to make me wince, and then squeezed my cock. I’ll never forget what she told me. She said, “Be a good boy and I’ll let you have a taste.” From that point on, I was hooked. Yes, Rene has brought out a part of me I never knew existed.

Her voice cuts through my thoughts. We are back at the scene of the serial killer’s crime because I’m still not convinced that this murder is what it appears to be.

“You just aren’t going to let this go, are you, David?”

“Agent Turner at work,” I reply.

She makes her way up behind me as I am crouched down, looking for anything that will confirm my theory that this not a drug deal gone wrong. She begins to toy with my feathered dark hair and when I try to move away to tell her we’re at work, she grabs a fistful of it and jerks my head back, forcing me to look at her and almost causing me to fall over from my crouched position.

“Do I appear to be so imbecilic as to not know my location? That’s a fucking rhetorical question. Get up!”

She half drags me over to an abandoned public bathroom in the back of the building where we’re investigating. She’s pissed. I don’t know what she is going to do to me, and it’s turning me on.

She forces me to kneel by the sink. I watch in shock, horror, and intense curiosity as she drops her standard FBI black trousers and forces my face between her legs. Her legs are spread as far as she can get them but I can only assume she isn’t pleased with where my tongue is lapping because she takes her nether lips and spreads them with her fingers to force her clit to jut out. My cock so hard, I feel like I’m going to blow a wad in my pants. I know not to touch myself without her permission or she is going to be super pissed when we get home.

She begins talking as I’m lapping at her clit, trying to please her with all my might.

“If I want your fucking opinion, I’ll ask for it. Your mouth is good for one thing and that is pleasing me. Your fucking tongue belongs to me. Now, get down on it and make me happy.”

I begin furiously lapping at her opening, drinking in her juices as she moans and tells me what a
good boy
I am. She’s about to go over the edge with the way she’s threatening me. Her legs begin to shake as she comes and I’m hanging onto her hips, pulling her in and forcing her to take the full intensity of the orgasm. “That’s it. Clean me up good.” She stares down on me disdainfully while she pulls her pants up. “I’ll decide whether you get the release your hard cock needs when we get home tonight. Now get your ass up and go prove to me that this sixth sense, you’re so certain you have, is the real deal by solving this case.”

I follow out behind her with a smile on my face because her words are still ringing in my ears—
when
we get home tonight.
She just made my day by reassuring me that she will be in my bed tonight…