The Complete Contract Series (35 page)

Miller

Though I have no intentions of letting Stormy know it, I have reservations about taking her with me. The bayou is almost like a separate entity in that there is like no other place on earth that compares. It has an energy all its own, with the dark taboo world of voodoo woven within the very fabric of its mysterious core. However, it isn’t the supernatural aspects concerning me; it’s the fact that one of the most dangerous enemies I have happens to reside there.

I’m not exactly known for leaving my enemies alive as I don’t want them to be able to come back and exact vengeance on me. Unfortunately, this particular time, it couldn’t be helped.

I had been called in to kill him because he was selling military secrets to the Middle East. He was some fucking veteran who had been turned and was blowing shit up here in the states. I have a deep disrespect and hatred for American traitors and I went after him, determined and bloodthirsty.

I finally tracked him down in a warehouse where he had been manufacturing bombs. Imagine the audacity he had to use what Uncle Sam taught him against his own country. The bastard is a traitor and, this time, I’m going to make sure I kill him.

That first time, the son of a bitch set the bomb off and lived through it because he hadn’t set it up to full capacity yet. He got out with his life, but not without being horribly scarred for life. In the last picture I saw of him, he looked like a monster. No shit, the man is 250 pounds of pure muscle with the face of a devil due to the consequences of his fuck up.

The way I see it, it’s his fault he fucked up that bomb and got scarred. The way he sees it, it’s my fault and he is out for blood. The biggest issue is that the man is a meth addict and meth addicts are hard as hell to kill. You can beat them, shoot them, or try and burn them alive and they just keep coming back for more.

I knew the day was coming that I would have to face him again, but I never counted on having the confrontation with my woman in tow. I have to kill him or he is going to come after my one and only weakness—Stormy.

Lozado

Beth watches from the bed as I sit in a throne type chair while my slave kneels on a satin pillow at my feet.

I tap a crop against the side of the chair and hiss, “Present!”

My slave rises like a Goddess out of the earth. Watching her in slave positions is something I never tire of; she is the best slave in these parts and she is mine. The Masters and Doms in the area even beg to have her train them in
slave positions
because she is such an expert. A slave or sub being able to master the different positions is a biggie in the lifestyle because it adds to their eroticism.

I reach out to slap Claudia’s breast with the crop I’m holding and she sucks in a small breath in response to the pain. The girl can take the pain I dish out like nobody else. She is the perfect masochist to my sadist and, believe me, I am a one sadistic mother fucker.

“Who does your pussy get wet for, slave?”

“Sir, you. Nobody but you.”

I lean in, rolling one of her nipples between my fingers as I speak, “You want me to fuck you. Don’t you, slave?”

“Sir, there is nothing I want more than that.”

I put my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Then crawl your ass over to that bed.”

Claudia obeys and I make my way over to the bed to bend down and whisper in Beth’s ear, “You belong to me now, little girl.”

Claudia has already begun her assault on Beth so I ask her, “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Her breath is coming in gasps and her body is trembling.

“Give into it. That’s it. That’s it. There it is. Go on and come for Sir.

The little virgin, who is now my property, claws into my arm as her body shakes.

This time, I growl a warning into her ear, “Don’t you ever come again without my permission or I’ll take my belt to ya. Do you understand me, girl?”

I fist her hair by the roots and say, “Right about now would be a good time for you to say, ‘yes, Sir’.”

“Yes, Sir.” she whimpers.

I remove my clothes and position myself behind Claudia, thrusting into her while eyeing Beth the whole time.

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, little girl.”

She chews at her bottom lip nervously but she keeps her eyes focused on me—her new owner.

I can tell she doesn’t understand everything that is happening but I can also tell that she likes her new family and has every intention on staying. Like I said before… I’m damn good at reading my women and this one is proving to be no different.

Miller

I make my way into the bedroom where Stormy is packing. I look over her shoulder and grab a pair of stilettos she is trying to sneak into her suitcase.

“What the fuck are these?”

“I’m going to a place full of beautiful women and I have to look like a tomboy, or worse yet, your little sister. That isn’t fair.”

I grab a fistful of hair and swing her around, glaring into her face. I’m pissed she didn’t listen and fucking obey me. I have a reason for everything I do and it usually has something to do with keeping her safe.

“How about you just don’t go?” I ask her, threatening her and ready to show her I’ll follow through on it.

“You need me!”

“What I need is a woman who listens and obeys.”

“Fuck that chauvinistic shit, Miller.”

“You need your ass beat, girl.” Now she’s scared and my cock’s hard because of it. Yeah…I’m twisted. What can I say?

“Get those daisy dukes off, girl,” I growl as I watch her expression to get a read on her. She’s just as twisted as I am. She’s scared to death but, at the same time, turned on because she has no idea what I might do to her. Then again, I’m not yet sure what I might do to her either.

I can smell her arousal already and in one swift move, I whip her around, twist her arm behind her back, and smash her face first into the mattress. I pick up one of the five inch stilettos that started this fight and place it at her opening. “Fuck that chauvinistic shit? No... how about
you
fuck
this
?”

She surprises me when she pushes back against the spiked heel and I watch as her body swallows it up. Now that is just fucking hot. One thing I will say is that sex is never boring with Stormy because it’s never the same. Watching her fuck this shoe is turning me on; time to mark my woman. I pull the heel out and take my cock from my pants, slowly making my way inside the woman I love.

“Who do you belong to? Whose name is tattooed on that sweet little neck of yours?” I pull her hair to the side to look at the tattoo I branded her with as I fuck her. Yeah, she is mine.

“You, Miller, nobody but you.”

“You know I’ll kill you,” I offhandedly decree. She knows I will if she ever tries to leave me.

“I don’t want to leave.”

“Smart girl.”

I grab her hips and bring myself right to the point of climaxing only to pull out and spray my seed all over her back. “I’m marking you.” I slather my essence all over that sweet, tan back of hers. Every day I become more obsessed with this woman of mine. I have to kill this next hit before he comes after her. She is safer with me than here alone but I still can’t shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen.

Lozado

In spite of my reputation for being a cold-hearted bastard with a sadistic side, I’ve taken a liking to Beth and I refer to her as
Little Bit.

She likes to stay glued to my side and I let her. I guess she feels safe with me and can often be found peeking out from behind my back. I have firmly mandated that when Beth is not in my presence, Claudia had better be looking after her. She was a virgin when she came to me and nobody is to touch her; that goes for Claudia as well. Without my permission, there will be no play time. Claudia has consented to this as she always does to anything I demand of her.

I know Claudia doesn’t feel threatened by Beth. In her mind, it’s apples and oranges. She knows that much of what I feel for Beth is tenderness; it is as if Beth is a
little
and she needs to be protected. As always, I’m certain I’ve pegged her correctly. As I have already stated, if I know anything, I know women and I damn sure know
my
women.

If I had to label it, I would have to say that Claudia falls under the category of being my slave, but I don’t permit anyone to call me Master. It’s a religious thing with me. The girls calling me Sir is fine. I know who and what I am, and they damn sure better know it too.

It is one of the days that I have Beth with me and I take her into my bedroom and lock the door. The memory of her first time with a man will be something she treasures for the rest of her life. I want to make certain she knows we share an intimate bond that will remain in place forever, tying her to me for the rest of her days on this earth.

I know it seems odd to some for a man to have more than one woman, but really, for me, it is the norm. Claudia, up to this point, has been the love of my life and we’ve only
played
with others. I never thought I had enough love inside me to be able to give it to more than just one woman; that is, until Beth came along. I certainly don’t love Claudia any less. It’s just different now. Claudia meets a need in me that Beth can’t, and Beth meets a need in me that Claudia can’t. It’s impossible to compare them; they’re just too different—apples and oranges. I love both of my girls and, in time, they will love each other.

“You take your clothes off, little girl, and go lie down on that bed.”

She looks up at me with big, innocent, doe eyes and replies, “But I’m scared.”

I pick her chin up and rub her cheek with the back of my thumb as I look her square in the eye. “You don’t have to be scared when you are with me. You hear, girl?”

She looks at me as a tear rolls down her face and I wipe it off with the pad of my thumb. There simply is not a whole lot in this world that I have a soft spot for, but Beth crying is definitely one.

“Do what I told you to do and we’ll talk, girl.”
I sit on the edge of the bed right next to Beth’s naked form.
“You got people, girl?” I have a very thick Cajun accent and I word things a little differently than others. I smile when she doesn’t understand me but I know the expression on my face takes on a more sinister mien.

“Spread your legs, girl… That’s that thick Cajun accent you’re picking up on. It’s hard to understand me at times. Bend your knees and spread them open. Do it right for Lozado.”

I feel my sadistic side wanting to come out to play when I pick up on the fact that she’s excited and I haven’t even touched her yet.

“You got family? That’s what I’m asking you, girl.”

“I’ve got nobody, Sir,” she whines.

“Damned if you don’t!” I glare at her. “You are mine now! You listen to me and you listen to me good, girl. I am a dangerous man! I am not to be toyed with and I’ll whip you if you don’t mind me. I don’t want you out here running around alone. You are to always stay with either me or Claudia.”

“Yes, Sir,” she shyly answers. I can tell she’s intrigued by the fact that somebody wants her. I think to myself how sad it is that she has never had that before.

“And you are no longer to call me ‘Sir.’ You call me ‘Daddy’ from here on out.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whines.

I reach over and place my finger in her tiny, little opening. “Oh my little girl likes Lozado, doesn’t she?” I stare into her eyes and tell her, “You are soaking wet, girl.”

I use my other hand and run a nipple between two fingers. I watch her, intrigued, as she eyes me with big, innocent eyes and little squeaks sporadically escape her lips.

“Daddy,” she whimpers, “I like how you make me feel.”

“How do I make you feel, girl?”

“Like you are going to eat me up,” she answers.

I can tell my lip is snarled because I
am
going to eat her alive. I warned her I would take her places she could never return from and I meant it. I have no guilt about taking her for her first time. I’m a very bad man and guilt never enters the equation.

“I am going to eat you up, girl. I want to make you mine and mine alone!”

I position myself between her legs, slowly opening her up, as I watch her face. I study my women; I always have and I always will. There is nothing I enjoy more than playing around in a woman’s psyche.

“It’s time for me to explore and you need to keep your damn eyes open, Little Bit.”

I move between her legs and I spread her open so I can run the flat of my tongue over her.

“Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, you make me feel like I’ve never felt before.”

I smack my hand down, stinging her thigh with my palm. “Don’t you ever come, girl, not without my permission. They’ll be no masturbating either. From here on, you get what you need from me. I own your pleasure and I damn sure own your pain. Now, you be a good girl and come for Daddy. Mmm, you taste divine. You have a perfect, little, virgin cunt, untainted by any other.”

I place my finger in her while taunting her with my tongue.
She is whimpering and squeaking like a little puppy, “Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, I’ll do anything that you want me to do.”

Bingo!
Let the training begin…
Once you hear a woman say she’ll do anything, you’ve officially begun the process of getting into her head. Once you’re in a woman’s head, you own her.

I have to pin her hips down as she suddenly shoots off of the bed, still screaming out, “Daddy, I’ll do anything!”

I mount her and I’m shocked when she shyly reaches up and takes my hair out of the band that secures it. Normally, I would jump all over one of my women for touching me without permission but I just can’t seem to make myself reprimand her. Her innocence brings forth something inside me I thought had long ago died due to life’s hard knocks—a softer, gentler side.

She plays with my hair and eyes me adoringly like I have the answer to all of her problems.

“I’ll kill anybody who gets near my little Angel,” I vow to her. I slowly enter and exit her virgin opening that now belongs to me while simultaneously watching every minute detail on Beth’s face. “I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my cock. Open your eyes, girl.”

“I’m trying, Daddy,” she stammers. “I don’t know what you are doing to me but it feels so good.”

“Yeah… break that little, virgin cunt in for me, and me only,” I hiss through gritted teeth. I reach down and latch on to a tit with my mouth. As soon as I start to suck, she loses it.

She is screaming out, “Daddy, I’m going to come and I don’t want to get in trouble.”

I rub her hair as I watch her, “That’s Daddy’s good, little girl, asking for permission.” I grit my teeth, “Damn girl, that little cunt of yours is locked onto me, throbbing. That is so damn good.”

She begins to convulse as tears roll down her face. I can feel her tighten around me as she climaxes like it will never end.

I’m still watching her face and reading her like a book as she looks in my eyes earnestly.

“Um girl, that tight, little cunt of yours feels so damn good. You look at me, little girl. Don’t ever mistake my kindness for weakness. If you disobey me in any way, I’ll whip you, I will discipline you, and I, most certainly, will make you mind me.”

I can tell by her fear filled eyes that she believes what I’m saying is true. She needs to be scared of me; it will ensure her safety. Yes, she needs to be very afraid of me.

“I’ll be good for you,” she answers.

“That’s a good girl… Daddy’s good, little girl…”