Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three (11 page)

“Get upfront, I’ll
finish this. And keep your eyes closed so you don’t puke again.”

“Gladly.”

I sigh and place a
hand on
Dayne
. I doubt he’s still alive after I tied
a knot around his neck. And why should I care? Especially since I watched him
dispose of a few men from my father’s boat on Lake Mead, only
they
were still alive, in tears, and
pissing themselves. I think it’s fitting for
Dayne
to
die the same way that he made so many other men suffer. And I’m
not
sick, as Cove believes. People get
what they deserve. Shit, the fucker almost shot me.

And
Dayne’s
death isn’t ghastly in any way, not like the ones I
witnessed. If he’s not dead already, he will be before he hits the water. I
need to take extra precautions to get the gas and air out of him so he stays
down. This isn’t cruel. Drowning a person is cruel. What I’m doing is just a
little unpleasant.

With the brute on
his side, I open my blade and jab his lungs multiple times then impale his gut,
making sure his stomach and intestines are pierced. Blood oozes from his body,
seeps onto the back of the boat and flows into the water.

“Holy Jesus,” Cove
says in a faint whisper. “Stop. Please just push him in and let’s get the fuck
out of here.”

I give Cove my best
shut the fuck up
look and continue
finishing this
my
way.

“Hang tight,” I say
while turning back to the body and putting my blade back in my pocket. “Let me
tell you a bedtime story before you fall into infinite sleep,” I whisper. “Once
upon a time... there was a man named David Rosen. He had twin boys named
Dayne
and
Doron
, meatheads who
were more muscles than brains. The three of them decided to start a porn
company, only David knew he was in need of a front man, a face for the
business, someone who would take the fall if the company ever went under. He
knew his sons weren’t bright enough so enter Paul Jameson. My dad. He became
the king of porn, the head of Jameson Industries, and had complete control over
David’s sons.”

“Mark, enough,” Cove
whispers.

“But one day, a lot
of shit happened, and my father’s bodyguard, you
Dayne
,
you weren’t watching over him. So why is that? What were you doing when my
father got shot in the head?”

Cove stands and
folds his arms.

“I heard you were
too busy locking my sister in a room so your father could fuck her.”

“Shit, I can’t
listen to this.” He covers his ears and turns away.

“So we’re just one
big fucked up family, right? My dad raped the guy standing behind me, and your
dad tried to rape my sister. And
you
came after us because of this shit, because a couple of dickhead rapists are
dead? Was it worth it?”

“Start the boat.
Stop talking, dump him, and start the boat,” Cove says, attempting to pace in
the small area behind the seats.

“When the cops
investigated my father’s death your arrest was justified. And your father got
what he deserved when he sought revenge for your prison time on my sister and
brother-in-law.
That’s
what you
wanted to hear. As far as I’m concerned, your father’s death was necessary.”

“Mark,
I
don’t want to hear this.”

I take
Dayne’s
gun from my waist and toss it in the water,
watching it vanish instantly. A third cement block gets tied around his chest
as I continue my story.

“I had a gun pointed
at you the other day in my hotel. With your strength you could’ve easily turned
it on me, making it look like I shot myself in the head. The tale would be that
I committed suicide... just like the story of your dad. Good old David Rosen.
And now it’s over. Damn, it seems so anticlimactic, doesn’t it?” I set my hand
on his chest, and start to loop the final knot. “I suppose I should at least
sing you the troll song as a bon voyage...
I’m
a troll...”

“We’re done here,”
Cove says and scrambles to the back, pushing
Dayne
hastily into the dark water.

“No!”

The loop of rope
tightens around my hand and I’m pulled in, sinking rapidly with him into the
pitch-black lake.

The cold feels like
razorblades piercing my flesh and my breath is driven instantly from my body.

I gasp.

The pain’s sharp and
crippling.

There’s total
darkness.

No! I’m not going to
the grave with
Dayne
.

It can’t end this
way.

In a scramble, I
pull my switchblade from my hoodie and slice away at the rope, sinking fast, starting
to panic, concentrating on my breathing so I don’t hyperventilate.
Hurry
,
hurry, fuck
!

My heart’s pumping
frantically and I could easily go into cardiac arrest. I need out!

At last, after
cutting through the rope, I’m free.

I rush upward
through the frigid water.

Everything’s black.

I’m confused.
Where’s the boat?

Which way is up?

Fuck, I need a
breath!

My chest... there’s
so much pressure... kick, kick, swim... upward.

Gasping for air when
I break the surface, my body and mind are in a state of frenzy and shock.

Wheezing.

Coughing.

Confused.

I’m pulled onto the
boat and covered in a blanket.

“Shit-ass mistake, Private Snafu,” I pant with
chattering teeth. “Shit-ass, mistake.”

WATCHING YOU

“D
on’t give
Sophia the details,” I request. “She doesn’t need any specifics.”

“She already knows
you’re a psychopath like Paul.”

“No. That’s
bullshit. I did the right thing. I
always
do the right thing and it’s far from being psychotic.”

“Yeah, you’re a
fucking saint, Mark. I’m not going to lie to my wife. If she wants to know,
I’ll tell her.”

I ignore Cove’s
naive response as we step inside my suite. I’m in a shitload of pain,
shivering, and my extremities are slightly numb, but I’m alive and able to walk
on my own. I’m lucky it’s only mild hypothermia.

“Thanks for washing
off the boat platform and for lending me your shirt.”

“Give me something
to put on so I can get the hell away from you and back to my suite.” He sounds
and looks miserable, standing bare-chested in my living room.

“He was already
dead. You didn’t kill him, buddy.”

“Shut up! I don’t
want to discuss this any more.”

“
Here.
”
I unbutton the shirt and toss it at his chest. “Keep Sophia and the boys in the
room until I talk to you tomorrow morning. We need to discuss something
important before you leave.”

“Whatever,” he
whispers, slamming the door on his way out.

“I did this for you,
asshole!” I yell through the door.

“Mark?” Julia calls
from the bedroom. “What’s going on?” A set of footfalls echo through my suite
then the bedroom door opens.

“Everything’s fine.”

“What time is it?”
the dark silhouette asks.

“Don’t know. Late.
After one.”

“You worked late.
Did you get a lot done?”

She doesn’t sound
awake.

“Yes, quite a bit
actually.”

“Were you talking to
someone?”

“My brother-in-law.”

“Why is he... what?
Is everything okay?”

“Just fine. My
family’s visiting. Maybe you’ll meet them tomorrow.” She wraps her arms around
my body when I reach the landing.

“Oh my god, you feel
like ice. What the hell happened?” She conceals my fingers in hers and blows
warm air onto my skin.

My vision’s still
blurry and I’m sure the gash on my forehead isn’t pretty. I’ll need a story.
Fast.

“I had to deal with
an unruly drunk who was using the pool as a urinal. He ended up pushing me in
and I hit my head. Luckily, my brother-in-law was with me and the two of us got
the guy back to his room. It was a mess.”

“But the pool’s
warm,” she challenges.

“Yeah, but it’s
fucking cold outside and once I got out, my body temperature dropped.”

She turns on the
bedroom lamp. “Take off your wet pants and let me warm you... oh shit, your
head.” She sees the wound and reaches out.

“Is it bad? I
haven’t seen it yet.”

“You have a small
lump. There’s a cut too, but it’s not bleeding. When did this happen?”

“About an hour ago.”

“You’ve been in wet
clothes for that long? No wonder you’re so cold. I’m surprised you didn’t get
knocked unconscious when you hit your head. Hurry up, take off your pants and
get under the comforter.”

I smile at her
motherly commands. My ex never took care of me like this, and she never asked
how I was, or if I needed anything. She couldn’t even make me dinner. I’m sure
Jules would do those things. She’s a considerate woman and a good fuck. I hate
lying to her, but the less she knows the safer she’ll be.

“Will you blow on my
cock like you just blew on my fingers? I doubt I’ll be able to get it up for a
while, but it might help.”

“Anything,” she
whispers, helping me take off my pants and boxers. She sits nude on the edge of
the bed, grabs my ass, and brings my shriveled dick closer to her mouth. Her
smile as she looks into my eyes calms my jittery nerves.

I can’t believe how
close I came to death tonight. Thank fuck I had my blade and was able to think
clearly enough to get out of the situation to come back to her.

It’s in my blood to
be a killer, but I might also have it in me to show Jules a little love. I’m
going to try. I want this. My head is a goddamn whirlwind whenever I look into
her golden honey eyes, and I can’t get enough of her seductive words that do a
number on my cock. She’s irresistible.

“You’re my first
glimpse of the brilliant rays of sunrise,” I say like a pussy, watching her
hand drift slowly down my leg. She loosens my ankle holster and drops my gun to
the floor then guides me under the comforter where I’m tucked into a tight
cocoon.

“Do you have plans
for me once I’m encased inside your silky web?” I ask.

She leans in and
kisses my neck then gives me a chilling wink. I tremble, unsure if the shiver
in my bones is from the cold water, or her.

“Close your eyes,
Mark. I’m going to play some relaxing music and then caress your body. You’ll
be sweltering and ready for me in no time.”

I stare at her ass
as she flips through the iPod connected to my sound system. I doubt any of my
music is
relaxing
. I suppose she
could put
In The Pines
back on, but
I’d be surprised at her age if she’s ever even heard of it.

“This okay?” she
whispers and straddles my hips from on top of the comforter.

She’s playing
Every Breath You Take
by The Police and
I nod in approval. It’s another one of my smoking songs.

“Close your eyes,”
she repeats. “Let me touch you.”

I obey and savor her
hands moving gently over my chest and arms, feeling relieved as the numbness in
my fingers and toes starts to disappear.

“This is pacifying.”

She hums and sings
quietly along with the music.
“Every
breath mmm
mmm
...”

My blood vessels no
longer feel constricted.

“
Mmm
, mmm watching
you.”

My heart beats
normally.

“You belong...”

I open my eyes. “You
belong to me, Jules.”

Her response isn’t
subtle. “I’ve been watching you... I know.”

“Know what?” I move
like wildfire, tossing the covers, pushing her down, and restraining her
wrists. She thinks this is a game and laughs, making me realize she’s referring
to my ownership over her, and not
Dayne
.

“It’s nice being
underneath you. Are you ready to feel the sticky silk of my web now?” She
jokes. “Or do you need to be licked into shape first?”

“I wouldn’t mind
getting a little tongue action. My dick relishes being lost inside your mouth.”
I turn on my side and her face departs for my cock. She kisses the tip then
does a nice swirl before flicking the ridge a few times until slowly, my flesh
parts her lips and slides inside.

“That’s it,
beautiful. Keep working it ‘til it reaches your throat.”

My fingers flow
lovingly along the side of her face and around to the back of her neck. Her
warm mouth on my shaft steals sweet moans from my body with every lick.

It takes longer than
usual to get erect because of the icy water, but once I’m hard...

“Shit, that’s good.”
I hold her hair back, watching saliva drip from her mouth. “Let up now so we
can fuck. This has been a stressful night and I need harsh play to let off some
steam. Turn over.” She lies on her stomach and I pull her hips upward, toward
my cock. “Get ready for me.” I smirk, reaching for a condom in my nightstand.
“Don’t try to be in control and don’t speak. The only word you’re permitted to
say tonight is
Mark
. I don’t want
anything else leaving those plump lips of yours. My dick’s going in and only my
name’s coming out... that and my cum.”

I lick my fingers
and moisten her pussy before rubbing my tip against her flesh.

“Mark,” she
whispers.

“That’s it, say it.”

Nudging inside
causes her head to rise, exposing her small, vulnerable neck that I grip
passionately. I pull her closer, needing to be totally immersed within this
woman. The Lake will never have my last breath; I’m saving it for her.

“You’re beyond
wonderful. It’s startling how obsessed I am with you,” I whisper.

Her back hits my
chest and a hard rush of air fires from our mouths.

“Ride me,” I demand.
“Fucking ride me and make me cum.”

Her ass rests on my
upper thighs and my hands capture her breasts as she bounces rapidly on my
dick.

“Uh.” Her head falls
onto my shoulder, exposing her face and open mouth in the soft light.

“You love my cock,
don’t you?” I pant while biting her shoulder. “You love it. Go ahead and beat
it. Work the cum out of me.”

I force her
movements with one hand clutched to her tit and the other on her hip, thrusting
her body onto mine.

“I can’t wait for
you to taste it.”

She launches into
her own wild ride, leaving me behind.

“What the fuck do
you think you’re doing?” I whisper and smack her hand away from her clit.
“Don’t you dare cum. Pleasure me, not yourself. Not yet.”

Her motion ceases
and she does an impressive one-eighty on my dick, a move that seems effortless
and feels superb. I could get used to that.

She starts up again,
coating my cock with her jellified pussy. It’s slick and I bet she’s aching for
my fingers to get her off.

“I want you to eat
my cum. Swallow my entire load, every last drop. Do it and you’ll be rewarded.
”

“Yes, Mark!” Her
voice is high and boisterous.

“Keep hammering me.
Pound it. I deserve a good beating tonight... that’s it. Fuck me, you little
sex fiend.”

“Uh,” we say in
sync.

Her springing tits
get seized, sucked, bitten, pinched, and friskily slapped. She loves it. I can
tell from the loud non-stop moans that fill the room.

“I’m on the verge...
so close... keep fucking me.”

She uses my
shoulders to steady herself and moves faster, thrusting her hips to get me
off.”

“Yes...” I moan.
“Uh... finish it... give me head and swallow.”

I yank the condom
off and push her head down, replacing one wet hole with the other.

“Hell, yeah.” I grab
her hair and lunge my hips forward. “Suck it.”

Her head bobs and my
warm semen starts to surge down her throat.

“Fuck!” My eyes
clench and my fingernails dig tightly into her shoulders. “Uh,” I mumble
huskily as I fill her mouth. The thick fluid escapes and lands on my abdomen.
“Jules,” I pant, “oh, that’s good. Swallow for me.” And she does. “I want to be
all the way inside of you. You’re incredible. Fuck, that’s badass... you’re
badass,” I babble, releasing quick expirations while she laughs. “Oh, Jesus,
that was terrific.”

I open my eyes and
see a devilish look on her face. She’s just as pleased with herself as I am
with her, and my cold and clammy flesh has changed to a warm glow.

I’m back.

“Thanks for engaging
in my rough games. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She’s silent, still
acting... I think.

“Speak to me,
Jules.”

She leans forward with cum covered lips and adorns
my face with soft kisses before a firm grip of my chin takes me off guard. My
head is tilted upward to meet her eyes. Then, after a tranquil breath she
addresses me candidly.

“I know about
Dayne
.”