Jameson Hotel - The Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three

by Aven Jayce

  I walk down to the tree, thinking about my father and Sophia with their voices stuck in my head.

  “Kill her and I’ll finally love you.”

  I am a troll...

  “Don’t, Mark, this ends now.”

  I am a troll...

  “Did you hear me? The nasty, goat-eating troll dies. It’s not fitting for you to think you’re a troll... could be bad karma.”

  “Kill her and make me proud.”

  Sometimes...

  Sometimes you just never know what happens to people... they come and go from your life, reappearing years later or perhaps never to be heard from again. That could be me. I could go into hiding, have a down period, stop killing, then resurface... or maybe Mera Callaway walks away tonight, being set free into the woods, scurrying away like a rabbit... and maybe, just maybe my father’s voice stays in these dark woods and doesn’t follow me home because of what I just did.

  “It’s quiet,” she says when I return.

  “It is.” I place my knife in my pocket.

  “And cold,” she says faintly, taking my hand and pulling me hastily back the way we came, never asking about my time away. But I think she knows what I did. It was the best thing to do. I have to tell myself that. I make good decisions. Always. “It’s dark and we need to get the hell out of here before a wild animal shows up and devours us... thanks for putting all that fucking shit in my head.”

  My hand stays on her back as we walk through the tall pines, stepping over fallen branches, weaving around trees and large rocks, walking upward for a good mile until we see the lights of my hotel. There’s a dusting of snow on the ground when we exit the woods, and it could’ve been snowing the entire time we were in the dense area, never reaching us because of the coverage from the trees.

  “Are you still high?” she asks.

  “Not for some time, no.” I punch my code into my garage keypad and the door opens, displaying our next job.

  “Can we warm up before we tackle this?” she asks.

  “Yeah, why don’t we fuck and have a drink then come back down.” I close the garage door, leading the way upstairs.

  “A shot first then a fuck.”

  “Liquor before cock?”

  “Yep.” She races playfully past me, taking off her coat and sweater before we even reach the living room.

  “The liquor’s in that cabinet, your choice. I’ll get the glasses.”

  “Vodka?”

  “Not my usual, but it’s fine.”

  “Well, what do you want?”

  I walk toward her with the two shot glasses in hand, admiring her red lace bra. “Take it off while we drink.” I nod at her chest. “What I want is to see your gorgeous body.”

  Her young, golden tits appear then she takes off her jeans and touches her pussy. Fuckin’ A. I lick my finger and slide two fingers between her folds, grab a bottle of whiskey and guide her to my bedroom; liquor in one hand, twat in the other.

  “Take a mouthful,” I demand, starting to undress. “Let’s get wasted and fuck all night. Screw everything else in life. My dick’s going in your pussy and you’re going to cum. You’re going to cum all fucking night from my cock, my cock, and my cock.”

  “Stop talking shit and get that cock of yours in me before I start without you.”

  “Do it.” I say, pulling off my socks. “Touch yourself for me.”

  She leans back on the bed with her fingers over her clit, rubbing in a continuous motion. I kneel over her, taking her tits in my hands, sucking and kissing them aggressively.

  “Stroke it,” I command. “Give me long, firm drives.” I watch her two-handed play, one for herself and one for me. “That’s it. Smear my pre-cum.” Her fingers offer so much pleasure, circling cum around the tip and down my swollen red head. “Fuck, I love it when I have control. I’m gonna cum all over your beautiful body, up your stomach, on your tits, and all over your face. I’m gonna fuck you and cum all over you.”

  “Oh, hell no.” She releases my cock, squirms away, and friskily pushes me down on the bed. Her legs straddle my hips. My hands are held above my head. She smirks. I laugh. “Me first,” she says.

  “You first, princess,” I say affectionately. “Go ahead, do your thing.”

  She uses my stiff dick to stimulate her clit. Rubbing the tip against her swollen flesh then placing it between her folds, sliding over my long shaft. She’s slick, aroused, moving over me without my cock ever going inside.

  “God, that feels good,” I groan, placing my hands behind my head and watching the show. Her tits bounce, springing forward as she launches into rapid movements, powering into me. She runs her hands from my groin to my nipples, squeezing, circling, and flicking them... holding my shoulders for stability, thrusting over me, closing her eyes... her mouth opening in an erotically stunning signal that the sensation, the spot, the movement... all are magnificent. She’s breathtaking.

  “Mark, I’m close. Touch me.”

  My fingers caress her clit as she glides with greater control over my dick, her wet pussy coating my shaft, sliding effortlessly.

  “Mark,” she pants.

  “I feel you. Your muscles are tightening over my cock... your tits are engorged... cum for me.”

  My hand clutches her back, pulling her down. I seize her mouth with a rock-hard kiss, hold her in a tight embrace, and can feel the spasms shooting through her body. Her legs and arms tremble then give out as she collapses onto my chest. Gasping, panting, whispering my name.

  “Mark, I’m cumming.”

  “Shit, I wasn’t even inside of you.” I hold the back of her head, feeling her warm breath coat my ear. Her clit pulsates over my shaft like it’s sucking my flesh, while her hands grip and tug at the sheets.

  “More!” Her legs shoot upward with her toes pointed to the ceiling. “More,” she huffs.

  “Yeah, that’s just the beginning. You haven’t even felt my dick dive into you. Get in front of me, on your side.”

  She rolls, setting her back against my chest as I pull her leg over my thigh. Her period’s light and there’s still time to fuck without a condom, and since she doesn’t stop me, I’m going in.

  “Yes.” I thrust. “Mmm, that’s the pussy I love. Warm, slick, and made for my dick.”

  She laughs and forces her ass backward, urging me on.

  “My cock’s happy now. I think I’ll keep it in you for days, maybe weeks. Your pussy puckered around my dick, squeezing it, keeping it secure like it’s tucked away in a handbag... or I can call it a cockbag.”

  “Shut the hell up and fuck me. I want dirty, nasty sex... now!”

  “Yesss.” I hold her leg up and ram into her, watching my dick slide in and out, her tits moving in a swaying, swinging, dance while my lips are on her neck. “My entire body wants you, Jules. Not just my cock.” I buck forward. “I enjoy the touch of your soft feet in the middle of the night.” I lunge. “My ass loves your finger.” Propel, sink, and attack. “My hands have a mind of their own, wanting to meld to your body whenever you’re in sight.” A wheezing, gasping, exhale. “My mind is full of fantasies of our lives together.” I charge, faster, harder. “My heart...” Oh fuck, I’m so turned on. Fuck. “My heart is submerged with a drunken blood... the blood... the blood pumping through my veins... every drop is intoxicated by you... poisoned by you.”

  I set my fingers over her clit, watching her stomach tighten, feeling a second approaching orgasm.

  “I’m going to cum with you this time,” I whisper. “Feel my dick, feel it, beautiful. Beat into me.” Our bodies slam in unstoppable waves of lust.

  “Cum with me,” she demands.

  Her tits are detained and my chest moves closer and closer until there’s no space between us. She’s mine.

  “Oh.” She tenses. “Oh.”

  “Fuck,” I call out, biting her neck as her pussy closes around my cock. “I’m cumming too. Here... take it...” A rigid jolt and I explode, seeping inside of her. “Here, take all of
me.”

  “Oh! God!” she shouts.

  Her pussy and my cock beat viciously. I rest my fingers over her clit, feeling her pounding climax. We’re both wildly out of control, out of breath, and a total mess... out of commission for a good five minutes.

  My dick’s flaccid when I can finally move, dropping out of her on its own. I fall back, eyeing my heaving chest and lingering cum trickling from my dick. Damn, that was good. She turns and swipes her hair from her eyes then leans in for a kiss, her mouth turning into a comforting after-dinner dessert.

  “Good one... again, please,” she mutters.

  I look down at my dick and shake my head.

  “You said all night,” she teases.

  “Yes, all night, don’t doubt me. Give me a half-hour to an hour to recharge and I’ll fuck you harder, longer, and in every position you can imagine. We’ll start easy, doggy style, and move into anal. I’ll order room service and we can eat and play with food, drink, and fuck again.”

  “Perfect.”

  I stare into her eyes and run my fingers through her hair, thinking the same word can be used to describe her. I found my match. A beautiful blonde, strong, nice body, egotistical, authoritative, energetic, loves my cock as much as I love my cock, shit, my woman’s just like me. She even likes the knife I bought her and doesn’t mind that I kill. My female version is here and she’s fucking perfect.

  “Jules, I really do love you.”

  “Yeah, I know,” she states firmly while fondling my dick. “You’d be a fool not to.” With a sigh, she lies on her back and joins me in starring at the mirrored ceiling. We look at one another and smile, our hands interlaced with the other behind our heads like twins.

  “Do you think our lives will calm down a bit now? Are things over?” she asks.

  I turn my head, still smiling. “This is the beginning, not the end, and I’m referring to us and all parts of our lives. The time we’ve shared and what you’ve experienced is only a taste of what’s still to come. Hell no, it’s not over...

  ... I’m Mark Jameson, welcome to my hotel.”

  She laughs and kicks my feet. “Ha, you just said that like you were a used car salesman in a television commercial for your business.”

  “Well, I am selling used rooms.”

  Another hardy laugh fills the room before her face slowly changes to a composed and pacified expression. “Mark, I’d still like to help you, not fix, but help. You know I’ve heard you talking to yourself in the bathroom, that on top of what you said in the woods earlier about killing your father... he’s deep inside of you and fucking with your head. Next time, talk to me instead. Tell me what’s wrong. I’d rather you feel my love than his hatred.”

  I’m unable to speak for a moment, giving her a nod, then a squeeze of her hand as a thank you before finally expressing the truth. “I may end up relying on you to be the strength I don’t have in that situation.”

  She faces me, with an arm over my chest, conquering me physically and emotionally. “Will you tell me about him?”

  “My father?” I look up, thinking about all my sessions in front of a mirror, going back to when I was just a little kid. “Not now.”

  “Someday I’d like to hear more about him and your past.”

  “Not today, princess.”

  I’m waiting to hear my father’s voice as I gaze straight up at my reflection, but in this bed, with my protector at my side, he’s silent.

  “Someday, Jules, but not today.”

  EPILOGUE

  I hate to lose.

  I know, I’m supposed to get fucked up the ass, right? Someone needs to show up and kill me because I’m a dick. Well, screw that.

  But someone sure as fuck came close and I was not only pained by the event, but insulted too.

  It started when I ran into a problem...

  My guys in Vegas who were supposed to show up to take Mera’s truck and the other vehicle bailed on me. Even when I offered to pay triple the normal amount, they still said no. It was too risky, especially in Mera’s Datsun, which they thought would break down on the road. They gave me suggestions for other guys, but I won’t call someone I haven’t worked with, not for a job like this. So I decided to drive the fucking things myself... with my son, like a father-son bonding activity. And yeah, I had to pay the little shit five grand to come out and do it, the same amount as a pick-up and drive-off in Vegas would’ve cost.

  I thought it would be good for our relationship, just the two of us, driving one behind the other on the open road, stopping for lunch and staying overnight in Vegas, taking a look at our old neighborhood, maybe doing a drive past my dad’s former mansion. I haven’t had an opportunity to spend time with my son in years. It was a grand solution to both problems.

  Plus, I worked for my father and Jack can do some work for me now and again. Why the fuck not? He can earn the money he keeps asking for, just like I earned mine. No handouts. Do a job, get paid, and spend time with your dad.

  But hell, when I told Jules my plan, her body language changed from love to wanting to beat the shit out of me. Partly because she found out about the trip when my son showed up at my door...

  “That ‘boy’ downstairs in your living room is the ‘man’ you said you hired for the cars? For Christ’s sake! You can’t do this to him. He’s not even legally old enough to drive, let alone be involved in something this dangerous.”

  “Like you? You’re involved in it too.”

  “I’m an adult, Mark. I make my own decisions and can take responsibility for my actions. He doesn’t understand what’s going on. Goddammit, he’s your son.”

  I open my mouth to speak and she snaps.

  “Don’t!” She presses her finger against my chest. “He’s family, like you always say, you protect your family and the people you love. This isn’t protecting him, it’s tossing him to the sharks!”

  “Stay out of my relationship with my son, you know nothing about him, or us.”

  She crosses her arms with a look of disgust. “Why am I surprised by this and yet not surprised at all? It’s so like you.”

  “It’s one time. One fucking time, that’s it.”

  “Bullshit, I see the smirk on your face, you’re enjoying this and it will happen again... and how much are you paying him?”

  “The same amount I would’ve paid anyone else to drive to Vegas. Five grand.”

  She puts out her hand. “Give me the fucking money. I’ll take the two trips and drive the damn cars.”

  “What?”

  “Why the fuck didn’t you just ask me instead of putting your son in danger?”

  “I needed to see him.”

  “What?” she gasps. “Are you listening to yourself? What kind of parent...”

  I put up my hand for her to stop, closing my eyes with a deep exhale. “You don’t understand,” I say slowly. “I’m going with him. He’s not taking two trips, we’re driving together.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, I’m a fucking shit of a parent, and if I have to pay my son five grand for him to agree to go on a road trip with me, to be my partner in this, I will. I don’t care anymore. That kid out there needs to love me like everyone else.” She rolls her eyes like I’m crazy. “He said my offer for him to visit wasn’t enough, so I made it worth his while. Now I win. This is how the world works. You pay your kids for their time.”

  “This is how your world works.”

  “That’s exactly right.”

  “Fine,” she states.

  “Fine?”

  “No, what I’d like to say is ‘fuck you, dickhead,’ but what would that accomplish? And I should smack you and stomp off to my room, but then I’d be a hypocrite since I said you don’t need ‘fixing.’” She crosses her arms. “You’re not killing any more people for at least a month. You understand?”

  I bite my lip, trying not to smile.

  “Mark.” She points authoritatively. “This after-party clean up gets too complicated.”
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  I laugh, in need of repeating my new favorite expression to her. “Welcome to the family, princess.”

  “God, any other relationship after this one would bore me to death.” She throws her hands in the air. “I’m fucking stuck with you.” The door swings open and she leaves my bedroom and then my suite.

  “That was my plan!” I call out to her. “There’s never a dull moment with Mark Jameson!”

  But then my son fucked me over. I treated the situation like a normal business deal, trying to teach him a thing or two about life, giving him half the cash when he arrived, and promising the rest when we got to Vegas. We were to leave early the next day. I woke up throughout the night to check on him, but at five in the morning, he was gone. And now I’m fully aware of how fucking easy it is for my kid to travel by plane without my knowledge. After taking a shuttle from my hotel to Reno, he purchased a ticket with cash from a booking agent at the airport. Yes, minors can actually do this. It was his plan all along... and he told his mom he came back early because I was being a dick. I hired him for a job and he stabbed me in the back. I was disrespected and if the little shit knows what’s good for him he better show up at my door, groveling for forgiveness.

  Fucking prick.

  And I couldn’t believe what he said to me in a text later in the day.

  I’d rather take half the money and leave than have to deal with your shit for an entire day.

  Hell, he killed me with those words. My son. My fucking son... he’s going to be worse than me when he grows up. Although by being worse, he’d actually be better.

  So Jules and I took a one-day trip, got the fucking cars to Vegas, paid my guy to make them disappear, then spent the night on the strip... where once again, even in front of the stunning Bellagio fountain, she refused to marry me.

  That’s alright, I can wait. And I decided when we do get married we’re having a ribbon cutting ceremony after we exchange our vows, not a reception. We can place the ribbon across the entrance of my suite, cut it with our knives, walk inside, and fuck.

  I keep planning all this shit in my head and some day it’s going to come true.