The Complete Contract Series (34 page)

Stormy

“Looks like you may be going on your first road trip, girl.”

I look over his shoulder to try and sneak a peek at the information he has on the computer screen.

He reaches around, grabbing me and forcing me down onto his lap.

“Your cock is hard, Miller; you’re insatiable.”

“Only for you, baby girl, only for you.”

I eye the man on the computer screen who looks straight up redneck.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I’m taking you to the bayou. I might even throw you to the gators if you fuck up.”

“They’ll spit me back out if you do.”

He laughs, “They probably would. I’m not throwing you anywhere but into my bed, girl. You’re my fucking property and while we’re on the subject of you being my property, I’m laying down the law—a few rules if you will. I don’t want you wearing the clothes you normally wear. Don’t take anything sexy. You pack jeans, t-shirts, and tennis shoes. I don’t want you wearing a lot of make-up either. These boys in the bayou are straight up Cajun crazy. They’ve got no problem stealing a woman and holding her as a prisoner while they train her to their liking. These are some twisted mother fuckers. It isn’t the father I’m worried about, though he is crazy. One of his sons enjoys tying his enemies to a tree and gutting them. Then he feeds them to the gators. He has a blood fetish; he has all the makings of a serial killer.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t go, Miller. You’re scaring the shit out of me.”

“You have to go, girl. I need my backup. Plus, I can’t go that long without fucking you.”

I feel a sense of pride because this is the first time he has referred to me as his partner, even if it was in a roundabout way. It means a lot that he trusts me with his life and I do have his back. I will kill anyone who threatens to take him from me and I will do it without thought or remorse. I need Miller and I can’t imagine my life without him. My world was full of craziness when he pulled me from the madness and gave me a whole new life—a life with him that I will never take a chance on losing.

I wiggle my ass on his hard cock, taunting him. “Okay, fill me in on the hit before I get distracted and jump your bones, specifically this bone right here.” I wiggle my ass again to make my point.

“Lozado runs a string of strip joints. One of the guys managing one of them brought in his cousin from Mexico, and the dumb son of a bitch is trying to take over.”

“If he’s as crazy as you say, why does Lozado need our help?”

“Well… the fact that the guy has Mexican cartel connections has Lozado concerned. He wants the backup of the connections I have.”

“What connections?”

“Antonio Wayne Ramirez and his brother, Ricardo. Just one phone call from those two and a Colombian army is at our disposal.”

“Yeah, those two
are
fucking crazy. I did some research when I heard you talking about them before and they are world renowned.”

“That they are, young lady. That they are…”

Antonio Wayne

The woman is hanging by a chain from the ceiling and the sound of the tail end of my whip biting into her flesh is making my cock hard. She is strung up so that her toes can barely touch the flooring. There is just something about seeing a woman bound in chains and at my mercy, her face a contorted expression of the pain inflicted by my hand. All my women are well aware that I’m a full blown sadist and it takes a certain kind of woman to play with me.

The woman I crave though, and cannot yet lay hands on, is my wife. She is housed in my dungeon in a cage, watching me as I work this girl over. It is all part of the breaking process she is being subjected to her first few weeks here with me. She was sent here by my brother when she stole $100,000 from him. She and her best friend had a cage fighting scam going and they sorely underestimated my brother when they conned his men into placing bets and then threw the fight. The recompense for their offense was marriage to my brother and me.

It isn’t that I
can’t
fuck her now; it is that I
won’t.
She is a virgin and I have made a commitment to myself that I will not deflower her until she begs me. I may have taken her freedom but I refuse to have to take her virginity.

Roxanne shrinks to the back of her cage as she watches me. The look on her face isn’t one of fear, but one of curiosity. I crack the whip again and as the tail bites into the woman’s flesh on her abdomen, she cries out in pain. Now we’re getting somewhere. I do love to hear a woman scream. I love inflicting pain. I’m a true sadist at heart. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman’s face when she is in agony. All of her inhibitions go out the window as she begs for mercy—or more.

I’ve always known that I’m different and training my wife is going to be interesting, to say the least, but back to the matter at hand… One more strike of the whip and I toss it to the side, making my way over to the beautiful woman hanging from the chain and at my mercy. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head up off of her chest. A faint smile crosses her face even though she is weakened from the beating.

“You’re my slave for life and I will always love you and care for you, but I am not in love with you.” I look over at Roxanne as I speak, “She has bewitched me. My fiery, American, redheaded wife has bewitched me. I am using you, slave. This is nothing more, nothing less.”

“Whatever pleases you, Master,” she whispers.

I thrust my cock up into her and her soaked opening clenches around me. Like all of my women who work in my club, she is in love with me. It’s a pity that I am in love with the one woman who does not love me back—my wife…

Beth

Lozado leads me into the house and though I enter with a sense of trepidation, I’m excited to be going with him. The thought of being at his sons’ mercy terrifies me because I know instinctively, they have none.

I look up to see the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on and waves of insecurity and fear course through me. Fear, because I never thought about the possibility that he already had a woman, and insecurity, because I can’t even begin to measure up to this woman’s beauty. The robe she’s wearing flows behind her as she greets us with a smile. He wastes no time telling her what he wants done with me.

“Clean her up and I don’t want her lookin’ like a whore either.”

“Yes, Sir,” the woman I would come to know as Claudia answers.

She sweeps me away as Lozado informs her he will be in his office.

She leads me to the bathroom and puts me in the shower. “Just come out when you’re finished and feel free to use whatever you need.”

I’m surprised she is being so nice to me seeing how her man brought me into her home. Though I’m shocked, I’m also feeling extremely grateful. I could really use a friend at this juncture in my life.

She patiently waits and, after I’m done with my shower, she sits me in a chair. She stands behind me, toying with my wet hair, and I can tell she is contemplating what to do with me. I catch myself wondering if she will be in trouble if Sir isn’t happy with the way she dresses me. As scared as everyone else seems to be of him, I’m certain she is too. Her voice interrupts my thoughts and my attempt to get my bearings in what appears to be my new home and family.

“We are going to dress you in this blue, gingham dress, little girl,” Claudia tells me, giving me a smile.

I turn to get a better look at her; she really is absolutely the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.

She has shoulder length, dark hair and hazel eyes with long lashes. Her full lips are a perfect cupid’s bow that she accentuated with a wine colored lipstick.

She is dressed in a corset that plumps up her firm breasts and tapers her already small waist line.

Her full, yet firm, hips don a G-string and thigh-high hose cover her long, tight legs.

She wears a long, satin robe that flows behind her when she walks, accenting the spiked heels that she wears.

How is it that she can walk in those so gracefully? It is as if she was born with them attached to her feet.

“Lord, child, you act like you have never seen a grown woman before.”

“I have never seen anyone as perfect as you, Claudia. You are beautiful. Can you make me look like you?”

“No, child, Sir wants you to look like you, not me.”

“Alright,” I sulk.