So here in this room, she would enjoy a sexual romp with this man. It had been longer than she had wished since her last man. Cassandra had been presented with a chance the previous week with a handsome sheriff that she had delivered a prisoner to. The criminal had been a man that her uncle the Governor was determined to see behind bars for his reign of terror robbing post offices in the territory and had given her the assignment to track down.
Once the prisoner was locked up, she and the sheriff had engaged in a great deal of flirtation. Unfortunately for her, that very day her "monthly" had commenced. The best she had been able to do was send the lawman on the way content with blow job he wouldn't soon forget, and as fun, as it had been for her, she had wanted a little more gratification for herself.
Well, her monthlies were behind her, and she was going to lay with Rey Lobo right now and enjoy it. She hoped the criminal would enjoy it as well because there was every chance in the world that she might have to kill him later.
Her head turned towards the door when she heard what sounded to her like a very timid knock coming from the other side.
“Come!” Rey Lobo shouted and a heartbeat later Lupe entered carrying a tray, with different hunks of cheeses arrayed on it along with a knife.
“You are late. I wanted this ready for when I opened the wine,” he said sternly, as she bowed her head and shook it.
“I am sorry. I had to take Daniella’s laundry off the line and have it back in her drawers before she returned. Forgive me.”
Rey Lobo looked like he was going to say more, but instead, his face softened, and he commanded her to be on her way. As she turned to leave, the young woman looked at Cassandra with an expression she could only liken to a pout. Lupe's demeanor seemed different from earlier.
Cassandra didn't have time to ruminate on the matter as Rey Lobo made a toast to the successful kill and they each took a healthy sip from their glasses. Rey Lobo quickly sliced off several pieces of cheese, and the pair ate them, each giving their opinion on the taste and which ones were the most savory.
Finally, a glint of mischievous blossomed in Cassandra’s deep green eyes. To move things along she would make this easy on him. True, there was a chance she might make him suspicious when she suddenly became as forward as she was about to, but in all likelihood, the man's raging hormones would kick in, and he wouldn't be fixated on that.
To his surprise, she suddenly hitched her chair backward and slipped out of it and was standing over him.
“Miss …?” he looked up at her questioningly, confusion evident on his chiseled features.
Cassandra slipped her hands down on his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
"Earlier today I thought I was going to die in this godforsaken valley or be killed by one of your men. Instead, now I find myself in the presence of a man unlike any I have ever known. Back where I come from in the East … men are not like you. They are weak, and they are timid, Carlos. In you, I see nothing but strength."
As she heaped it on like with a trowel, she watched as the grin on his face became expansive, and her stroking of his ego was undoubtedly causing his head to swell. Just like she wanted.
“You are a most astute woman. It is the man that I am. It is the man that I have always been.”
“I never knew that such men existed. Now that I am with one … I have so many thoughts … thoughts that a proper lady should not have!”
“Share them with me, Kelly. I wish to hear them.”
“I couldn’t … I simply couldn’t.”
“Please.”
“Perhaps … perhaps … I could show you?”
She wasn't really expecting an answer. Instead, she parted her lips and leaned in, thrusting her tongue within his mouth. He rocked back in his chair for a moment in surprise, but after the sudden shock wore off, she felt his tongue vigorously begin to explore hers.
For two long minutes, they were locked in that position kissing each other frenetically, until finally, she felt one of his hands take hers off his shoulder and place it between his legs. For a second, she caught her breath, as it was her turn to be surprised. The bulge she was feeling was thick and long and it excited her. Yes, she surely was going to have an enjoyable time before she either put him behind bars or in boot hill.
He rose now, knocking his chair over in his haste and began pawing at the buttons on her dress.
“Wait!” she said as his face clouded in confusion.
"It's strange I know, but I get so embarrassed undressing in front of a man. May I take my clothes off in there?" she said pointing to a small room that adjoined his bedroom.
“By all means … but please hurry back.”
Not wishing to give him a chance to change his mind, she hustled off to the small side room and closed the door behind her. Giving it a quick look around she saw that it was a tiny art studio. The walls were covered with oils, some of southwestern landscapes. Most, however, were of wolves in every type of pose imaginable: standing still, stalking prey, leaping through the air.
Also, the art featured these wolves in different climates that ranged from the deserts to dense timberlands. On the easel was a work in progress that she instantly recognized as the majestic Grand Canyon that cut its way across the neighboring Arizona territory. A gray wolf sat on the edge of the canyon, its head raised and baying at a moon that had risen above the rim on the opposite side.
Just past the easel was a large window with a semicircular top. She slipped past the easel and looked down and saw that being at the back of the mission, the view overlooked the woods beyond. Her eyes followed the wagon trail that disappeared into the forest that she had so recently been in. This Daniella that everyone seemed to fear would be coming up that trail upon her return, and not too long from now from the way the others had spoken earlier. Such a thought spurred her into action as she might have very little time.
As she began stripping, her eyes fell back on the artwork. He seemed to have quite the fixation with wolves, but at least it made sense as to why Carlos had given himself the name that he had. She paused for a moment as she caught sight of one of his works that hung on the back of the door and had missed when she had entered.
It was Carlos, adorned in regal-looking clothing, standing tall over a pack of wolves that were seen bowing down before him, and he held a sword triumphantly above his head. The king of the wolves, she thought, and despite it all, she had to admit that he was beyond good. What a waste that he was nothing more than a criminal. He might have achieved whatever riches they were plundering this valley for just through his art if he could have made the right connections with specific galleries back east and in Europe. Instead, somehow, he had sadly chosen the life of a murdering criminal.
As she finished undressing, she idly looked at a small stand next to where Carlos was working on his latest oil. It held the pallet with his various oil paints as well as a box of cigars and an ashtray utterly free of ashes. Also, there was a large candelabra that she guessed he used once he lost the light from the sun and wished to continue his painting. The big candle in it was half burned down, and pinkish wax coated the top part of the candelabra. There was also a small box of matches that she made a note to herself to purloin later. She was quite thankful to discover them because she would have had to have gotten creative to find a way to get her hands on some later for what she had planned.
Now as naked as when she came into the world Cassandra carefully folded her clothes and put them over her boots. The entire reason for her ruse of coming in here to undress was she didn't want Rey Lobo to accidentally see Honor's dynamite sticks she had concealed in her boots. Cassandra put her hand on the door latch.
Showtime!
With that thought, she swung the door open putting one hand behind her head and the other pressed against the doorframe. It was a pose she remembered seeing in one of Honor's books somewhere in the past. His eyes were glued to her body, consuming her figure. As they stared at each other across the room, the
so-called Wolf King lost little time shucking his finery and now stood beside the bed naked except for, curiously to her, a rawhide cord around his neck with three keys dangling from it. She drank in the hard muscles of his body, sculpted nearly to perfection she admitted. Cassandra's eyes dropped to his endowment that hung about ten inches if she had to guess and she swallowed hard at the sight.
She was about to buy herself more time for the hoped-for arrival of Lijuan, Catalina and Washburn’s troops, no make that certain arrival of her sisters, who would never let her down and she intended to enjoy every minute of that time. The man’s eyes shone with pure lust as she crossed the room, her large natural breasts jiggling above her flat belly as she walked.
Without saying a word, she closed her left hand around the girth of his cock and began to fondle it, her hand moving ever faster even as one of his hands went for her right breast, his thumb gently caressing her aroused nipple. Cassandra smiled at him devilishly taking his other hand by the wrist she brought it up to her other tit.
From the lingering look in his eyes, it was apparent to her that he liked what he saw. The feeling was mutual. Cassandra found herself thoroughly enjoying the way he fondled her breasts and the way he squeezed them as though he were sampling some ripe fruit in the market.
Cassandra’s own fingers closed tighter around his hard cock, her thumb tracing the veins that snaked around it. This man was an animal, in the spirit of the Wolf King he claimed to be she thought. Rey Lobo. He groaned as she gently tugged on it, her finger caressing the smooth head, wiping off the first signs of his coming excitement; his manly juices. His eyes widened in delight as she brought her thumb up to her mouth and made a show of licking off the clear liquid.
The possibilities were endless, and the thought of them set her female parts on fire, the wetness beginning to bubble between her thighs. He was not the first evil man she had slept with and wouldn't' be the last. Every time it was a shame though, some of the best lovers could also be some very bad men, some of which circumstances had left her little choice but to kill.
Shoving that thought to the back of her mind Cassandra quickly pushed him on to the bed; he may be the Wolf King, the Alpha male but he was about to get the fuck of his life from an Alpha female. One of his hands ran through her golden hair, but she shook it off; a distraction, she thought. She suddenly was feeling more and more like an animal herself.
A sense of urgency swept over her as she took his cock into her mouth. She grazed it lightly with her teeth; he winced and rested his head back on the bed. Their gazes met as she sucked hard on it, making it awash with her saliva and reveling in the heavenly feel. Her eyes moved lower and were now on his body, her playground, and once again she felt it was a shame that he would either end up behind bars or with a noose around his neck. Such a waste. Cassandra moved away from his cock and kissed his thigh, and then she slowly crept closer up his body. At the right moment, she turned her body around in the opposite direction and gently lowered himself towards his face.
Carlos welcomed the invitation and reached out and snatched one of his silk-covered pillows and shoved it behind his head, allowing it to be propped up. Gently he planted his hands on each side of her heart shaped ass and slowly unfurled his tongue.
Cassandra mewed as he felt its gentle probing as he circled it around but not touching her pussy. Her hand clenched the fancy sheets on the criminal’s bed in anticipation. She gave a short gasp as suddenly she felt it swirling around her lips, moving, searching for her honeywell for her pleasure button.
"Mother, Mary, and Joseph!" she managed to pant as he found it and began pulsating it with her tongue, Waves of pleasure swept over her body, and she sought to steady herself as she swayed. Rey Lobo was relentless, and she could feel the sweat trickling down her forehead. The sensation soon proved to be too much for her, and she let out a moan as Carlos was rewarded with the taste of her cream.
Cassandra flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him with her green eyes blazing. She caught sight of his own eyes that were swelling with pride for what he had done to her, and she grudgingly had to admit he had earned it. There was more where that came from, and she was going to have it. The man might as well do some little bit of good to make up for the evil he was perpetrating on the helpless settlers in this valley.
Cassandra rotated herself around and slipped backward until she had aligned her hips with his, straddling his midsection. He was getting impatient, she knew, with the way he kept moving his cock, possibly in search of her slice of heaven. She let him find it, and soon all ten inches or so was up in her. She moaned as he thrust into her, her breasts jiggling in rhythm to his thrusts, their sweat mingling together.
He grabbed her trim waist and turned her on the bed, pulling her up on her knees and thrust in from behind her burying his rod all the way up to her hair. Briefly, she felt the brief smack of the keys around his neck bouncing of her body as he did so. The bed shook as he fucked her from behind and the sounds of their passion filled the air. The man's thrusts were getting harder and her moans louder. Could Dogget, Lupe, and the others hear them? She didn't know or care. He held her breasts firmly, twisting her stiffened nipples as his thighs smacked against her backside, clapping loudly.
“Here it comes!” he groaned as his muscles tensed. Her eyes suddenly shot open when she heard that, and she surprised him as she jerked free from him and rolled on her back. Her eyes were on him as he trembled, and his cock pulsated, shooting every bit of his juice on her body, the stream even going as her as landing next to her left eye making her blink.
Cassandra smiled; a sensual grin that spread across her face, and squeezed her breast, enjoying the warmth of him on her. Rey Lobo watched her, his breathing relaxing now. He dropped down beside her on the bed and closed his eyes. Cassandra smiled to herself, her breathing still rapid and the heat in her intimate parts still intense. She laid her hands on his chest and waited.
His next movement surprised her as his arm snaked out and he pulled a velvet cord she had failed to notice. To her complete surprise, the door suddenly swung open and Lupe entered. Cassandra made no attempt to cover herself, growing up around three sisters, there was not a shred of modesty among them so being naked in front of another woman meant nothing. Lupe was a different story, the young woman's eyes bulged wide, and she quickly regained her composure, but not quite.
“Yes, Rey Lobo.”
“A bucket of warm water! And rags. Now!”
Cassandra still had no idea what was going on as she hustled out of the room. Rey Lobo leaned over and they kissed as she trailed one finger along his softening cock. Soon Lupe reappeared with the requested items.
"Miss Kelly here requires some help. Aid her!" he commanded and then Cassandra understood as Lupe approached and knelt beside the bed. The woman took one of the rags and soaked it in the bucket and then held it over Cassandra's body deciding where to start. Lupe chose her face and applied the warm cloth. Discarding it, she soaked another and prepared to attend to the rest of Cassie's body.
It was a new experience having a woman ministering to her body, even if it was just to satisfy Rey Lobo's obsession of making everything tidy. Her sister, Catalina of course, was quite familiar with the touch of another woman, but this was quite a new experience for her.
As Lupe cleaned her Rey Lobo snuggled behind her nuzzling the back of her ear with his tongue, so he didn’t see the look of hatred Lupe suddenly shot at Cassandra. The jealousy radiating off the young woman was scorching. She quickly finished with her task and hurried out of the room as soon as possible. Something told Cassandra Lupe wouldn’t let this go unchallenged, but that was a worry for later. From everything she had learned, the real danger would come with the imminent arrival of Daniella Villanueva the so-called Countess.
CHAPTER 23
At the edge of the forested area behind the mission, the rise of Daniella Villanueva's hand brought the three-wagon convoy to a stop. Sitting on the bench in the fir
st wagon, she turned her imperious face back towards the convoy. Her black eyes looked at the dozen men sitting in the rear of the open wagon behind her own that had its cargo bed loaded with crates. Riding on either side of the third wagon that had a tarp stretched over its contents were two gun hawks.
The men rode up and stopped their mounts next to Daniella’s wagon. The rider on the left looked past the driver to Daniella.
"Is everything all right, ma'am? There's the mission. Shouldn't we swing around the front and get inside," the man named Gonzalez said nodding his head towards the looming structure just across the way.
Daniella didn’t answer but instead tilted her head slightly, her hair that she kept free from the streaks of gray that had started showing in it some years with a mixture she had researched and recreated from one of her chemistry books, swung slightly.
A smile stitched its way across her face when she heard the distant boom of explosives going off somewhere in the valley. That was what she had been waiting to hear. Confirmation that the work had continued while she was away. She seldom liked to leave the mission, because she couldn't entirely trust her brother to keep things running smoothly. In her mind, he was something of a lay about with taste for wine, women, and his exasperating devotion to his art. At the end of the day though, he was always more than happy to count his share of the profits from whatever illegal venture they were currently engaged in.
It pained her that she had to leave instructions with Dogget to keep an eye on Carlos. Dogget was such an inferior to her intellectually, as most were, but he provided stud service for her which she enjoyed and could be trusted to make sure that Carlos kept the teams out around the valley continuing their excavations.
With a wave of her index finger, the caravan began moving again entering the open area between the woods and the mission. As the convoy began to circle the mission, she took another look back at the men. They were her recruits for their operation. All of them were criminals, many murderers. She had offered them all an opportunity. The work would be back-breaking, far harder than robbing the local bank or targeting a stage coach, but their share of the profits would make up for the labor.
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