Minty (3 page)

“We did not order these.” Angela said to the waitress.

“Well, you girls hit the jackpot. The two hunks at the bar sent them over. By the way, the blond said you would enjoy this.” She pointed at the green drink in front of Minty. “He said it was minty. Actually, it is a Crème de Menthe Frappe. Very snappy, twice the cost of bar drinks. All the waitresses are jealous.” With a twitch of her hips she was gone.

Angela turned all the way around in her chair to look at the two men at the bar. She picked up her new drink, holding it up, nodded, then turned back to Minty.

“Well, look, I learned a long time ago not to get picked up in bars because they were only looking at my tit size. But these guys are something else. I don’t think I have seen anyone as good looking as these two outside of an air brushed magazine cover for muscle guys. That blond is actually beautiful. But don’t worry, I will be happy with the dark one.” Angela let out a sigh and took a long sip of her drink.

“Angela, I don’t get picked up in bars. Guys that look like that blond do not pick up women that look like me. So I would like to go home.” Minty actually shivered.

“Oh, don’t panic. We don’t have to respond. Try that pretty drink. Does it really taste like mint?” Angela picked up the drink and placed it in Minty’s hand.

Not knowing what else to do, Minty took a sip and was genuinely surprised. It was mint, almost too sweet, but the little ice chips with it slipped into her mouth to chase the mint down her throat. She took another sip, feeling the heat of the drink hit her stomach. Wow
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this stuff might taste good, but it definitely carried a kick. Now she was worried. She was drinking his offering. Did that mean that he would come over for a dance? Shit, she did not dance. She did not get close to people. She did not hug people. She did not kiss people, and she most certainly did not dance. She carefully looked over at Angela, but this allowed her to look at the two men over her shoulder. She was totally surprised that they were talking to each other, ignoring where they had sent the drinks. Okay, she would finish the nice drink, then she was going home, whether Angela wanted to leave or not. There were no more incidents for the next hour. She finally told Angela that she was leaving but that she could call a cab.

“Don’t be silly, you are my excuse. Let’s go.” So they gathered up their stuff, flagged the waitress, and paid for their appetizers. It seemed that their drinks had already been paid for, but there was no sign of the two large men. They had either left or were over in the game room. She did not want to look in that area. The two girls just headed for the door.

There always was a tie up at the door, as the booths, tables, and cashier were too close. The layout made a narrow passage for customers to enter and leave. The girls waited behind a couple as some people came in, then slowly tried to get around the couple in front, who had decided to talk to someone instead of leaving.

The heavy door was swinging shut on Angela with Minty right behind her when an arm reached over both of them to push the top of the door, keeping it from closing. The arm slowly moved it open a few inches. Minty quickly looked back and up, into the face of the blond man. He was huge this close. The darkness in this spot did not let her see much, but she flinched from the close contact, since she was caught between Angela and his body.

Someone was trying to come in and Angela was held up with the door only opened enough for the others to enter. She felt the claustrophobia hit her in her gut. She couldn’t get her breath and she couldn’t look down, and she felt the man lean into her.

No
, but she realized she had not said that out loud, she wanted to say it out loud, she wanted to yell it.
No, please
. She thought she had screamed it so loud in her mind that he had to have heard it, but instead of moving back she felt him moving against her, pushing her forward. She couldn’t look down, she couldn’t close her eyes, She could only scream in her mind.
No, no, no, please no
. God, the pain
—
no, there was a strange feeling lower in her gut. Her stomach was hot from the drink and she felt the heat lower between her legs. She was ashamed.
No, no, please not that
. She was ashamed. But she was grateful that he had no idea what was happening within her mind and her body because if Angela did not move she was going to have a climax. She was going to scream from fright, all at the same time while she was still looking up at him.

Angela was at last through the door, allowing Minty to fall forward, catching herself by putting her hand on Angela’s shoulder. She took deep gasps of the cooler air, pushing at Angela, to get her to hurry away from the door, and more importantly away from the large blond. They were all the way to the car before she let go of Angela. She was sitting in the car, belted up, before she turned to look for him. He was gone, nowhere in sight, someone of his build would stand out. She needed to go home and take a cold shower, curl up on her couch, and spend the weekend glued there.

Chapter Three

Alex was leaning against the fender of the Beamer. Rex, one of Rad’s teammates, the man who had gone out with him, was waiting patiently, also leaning against the car. Rex was well trained. He also knew Alex was a Council Lord, so if the male wanted to lean on the car all night, no problem.

Rex was along for company. He was to act as a guide, since Alex was not familiar with the area. Not that Alex couldn’t get a map, or GPS, or something on his cell phone, but the boss said go with the guy, so he went with the guy. Surprisingly, he found he liked the guy. Alex had turned out to be an all right sort. He had a good sense of humor, liked the right kind of sports, wore the right kind of clothes. He even left the woman with the big tits for Rex. Hell what more could you ask from a night out with a guy. Except Rex had to admit that there was something really interesting in the other woman. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but she did have a pull.

* * * *

Alex was standing and thinking. First of all, he had a giant hard on. This really surprised him because he usually only got a woody from killing slowly, or from having someone new on a rack, or picturing someone new on a rack, or thinking of new forms of domination that would not cripple or scar. He knew he was one sick bastard, but he had come by it honestly and he did not want to go into that right now.

Right now he was concerned with the taste of mint. She had been easy to read
—
in fact, she had screamed inside of him. She also had heated up in the right place. The more she panicked and was pushed to a place she did not want to go, the closer she came to a sexual climax. This was bad. She was a submissive of the deepest type. He could feed off her fear and sex for a long time. He felt his cock twitch. Fuck, both Misty and Rad would ream him a new one. He had to tell Mr. Woody and his two buddies that it was hands off that piece of mint candy. But he was pretty sure he could tell Misty that he had found a relative of hers. He did need to get a blood sample. This time there was no restriction against the subject. But he still had to be careful.

“Rex, I need you to find me a hard core BDSM bar, then I need you to leave me the car. I want you to get lost.” Alex still stared at the ground by the car.

“Hey, Rad paired us up for more than one reason. I am a Dom, also. Let me take you to my favorite hangout, then we can go back to my place.” Rex grinned at the big blond as they both got into the car.

It was hours later when Alex’s cell woke him up. He rolled over, grabbed the phone, saw the code that let him know it was Rad, and hit the button.

“We found the family home of the rogues that were all killed. Their dust was still there. I could use your help tonight but I don’t know where you are at on that other project.” Rad’s voice left Alex a choice.

“Rad, I am chasing someone for Misty. But I can join you tonight. Give me the details.” Alex looked over at Rex.

They had ended up with just one woman back with them when they were done with the entertainment at the club. She was a complete submissive and into the twosome one-hundred percent. She had her hands tied behind her. She was naked, stooped over, and Rex was holding her by the hair as she sucked on him. Alex finished his call, laid the phone down, and walked over to the woman’s ass. He grabbed her hips and immediately plunged his large shaft deeply into her. She let out a gasp around Rex’s cock, but Rex just forced her mouth deeper on him as Alex pushed from behind. Finally Rex came, his seed spilling out of her mouth as she tried to swallow.

Without saying anything, Rex moved back and went into the kitchen. When he returned, he was carrying a metal bullet. It was about 6 inches long, had a rounded tip, and was very smooth, going to a wide end that was almost four inches across.

He pulled a chair up in front of the woman’s head. He pushed her farther down towards the floor as Alex rammed into her.

“Do you remember my name?” Rex whispered in her ear.

Between gasps for air she answered. “Yes, it is Master.”

“Good, and do you remember his name?” He was still whispering.

Her breath was coming faster now but she struggled to answer. “Yes, it is Pain.”

“Good. You do not get to enjoy this. You do not get to come, you do not get to climax. That is my command. Do you hear me? Or Pain will make you suffer. Do not come, do not climax.” Over her back he handed the ice cold silver steel to Alex and he reached forward and began to pull on her rocking breasts.

“Oh, God,” the woman murmured as he pulled and twisted her nubs.

“Do not come, do not enjoy,” Rex kept whispering. He twisted harder just as Alex felt her climax. Her body shook while her sheath convulsed around Alex’s cock.

“Oh, oh, now you will have to be punished.” Rex looked up to watch as Alex pulled back but not out and placed the tip of the bullet against her ass. She flinched and started to raise up. He placed his hand on her neck, forcing her face down towards her knees. Rex watched as Alex jammed the bullet home and she let out a scream.

Alex began to really pound away, his legs apart, hands on her hips, pushing into her each time the ice cold bullet was forced into her ass. She whimpered with tears running on her forehead as she was held upside down. Still another climax hit her and Alex came. He dumped his seed, pulled out, and walked away, letting her fall to the floor.

Alex stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash the night from his body. Rex was a good partner. He had avoided being with others for so long even though he had gotten the vibes. Basically he knew his darkness was deeper than theirs. There were very few Vamps that were able to read in this fashion. Rad could, after he could, when he had first been beaten and raped repeatedly, he was able to receive the lust and pleasure from the men who were attacking him. That had been the worst part of the torture.

After Misty’s serum, he was able to open minds, influence, read deeper than ever before. He often sat in the Council meeting room, lazily surfing the minds around him to see what interesting plots were forming. Of course, some of them had put up barriers. Smart, but he had thought he might be able to break those. He also thought that he wouldn’t be able to do it without letting them know he was inside them.

Last night had been wrong. Not in what he had done to the woman. Fuck, he had done a lot worse to a lot more unwilling. The sub in Rex’s pad was willing. It was wrong because he kept thinking of soft long light brown hair hiding pale hazel eyes. Fuck, he thought he kept smelling mint. Who the hell had given her that name?

He turned the water to cold, then off. He got out and smiled at himself. Hell, he was going to hurt a lot of submissive partners, kill a lot of rogues before he got some mint blood so that he could get away from her.

He came out to find that Rex was alone. “Everything cool?”

Rex smiled. “Yep, I got her on her feet, gave her a couple thousand, and wiped the memory of the location of this place away. She begged me to invite her again, especially the next time you were in town. Go figure.”

Chapter Four

Minty was curled up on the couch. She had on sweats, socks, and two blankets over her, but she was still cold. She had not slept well. She would doze off, dreaming that she was in the dark and a huge male body was pressing up against her. She would wake up in a sweat, but she was freezing. She finally moved from her bed to the couch because there were more lights in the small living room.

Two of the lamps in the living room had back up batteries in case the power went out. In the long winters in this area of Illinois, the power went out often during heavy snowstorms. She had learned early to keep lots of batteries and flashlights along with automatic backups.

She had turned on the TV with the volume up loud, but that didn’t work, so she shut it off. She had gotten up, warmed up some milk, but only drank half. She tossed the rest, then washed the glass. So here she sat, cold, hugging her knees, her shades open to let the light in, the TV on again, making noise in the background she could not hear. Still, the impression of a large body pressed up against her from behind.

This was a new twist on the nightmare. It had all started when she was placed in a home for orphaned children that were too old to adopt. It was in a nice location. They were all clean, fed well, and had relatively good clothes.