Erotica: BDSM EROTICA Darling Buds of Rosa Taboo Erotica for Women (Mystery Suspense Thriller)

by Salem Roth

  Darling Buds of Rosa

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  Salem Roth

  Copyright Details

  Copyright © 2016 Salem Roth

  Simultaneously published in United States of America, the UK, India, Germany, France, Italy, Canada, Japan, Spain, and Brazil.

  All right reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form of by any other electronic or mechanical means – except in the case of brief quotations embodies in articles or reviews –without written permission from its author.

  Darling Buds of Rosa has provided the most accurate information possible. Many of the techniques used in this book are from personal experiences. The author shall not be held liable for any damages resulting from use of this book.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1: Family Values

  Chapter 2: Back To School

  Chapter 3: The Agreement

  Chapter 4: Raunchy Recruitment

  Chapter 5: School Projects

  Chapter 6: The Par-tay

  Chapter 7: Rosa's Contentment

  About The Author

  More From This Author

  One Last Thing

  INTRO

  This is erotic fiction with a dark twist. There's nothing light and fluffy to be found here, so if you are squeamish, please do not look past this introduction.

  This is a fast and delicious read for someone who has a kinky mind, with dark, awkward corners. You know who you are.

  Enjoy!

  Salem xxx

  CHAPTER 1: family values

  Family Values…

  Rosa Violente, femme fatale, gazed into and through the darkness across Culloden Moor, from her perch on the slate roof of her mansion. The 15 hectare property (37 acres) was nestled far from any possibility of prying eyes and curiosity that came with human contact. Route A9 was a black snake winding through the heather cloaked, low hills, 20 kilometers (12.5 miles) to the North. To the northwest, cloaked in uniformity, the Fairways Golf Club sat unseen, but she knew it was there. Rosa, even after 666 years as a Vampress supreme, could not understand the attraction of golf. Hit a little white ball with a thin “club”, go find the little white ball, and hit it again-for eighteen holes. A hole in one is all she related to, but she thought the game, (some called it a sport), silly and pointless. The Scots had invented the pastime. She figured it was because until recent times, there was little to do but fight, and try to survive the weather. Several illegal night golfers over the years learned the hard way, that a monetary fine and a night in jail was the least of their worries.

  The Vampyre should have been happy. She was proud of her two “children”, Ian and Theresa, whom she’d turned three years before. Both acolytes had proven their mettle and learned faster than hoped. They were a little too eager, and unruly at times, but through Rosa’s tutelage they were beginning to be able to manipulate the minds of their prey. Not as well as she, but that would come in time, and with practice. If controlling the prey via the brain did not work, the strength advantage of a vampire surely would. Theresa, forever 23, had a tendency to rush in using her superior physical prowess to subdue large men. She got “a kick” out of humbling some macho stud. This reckless behavior would land her in trouble some day, but Rosa deemed it to be a rebellious phase, and so she only gently scolded T. She could not remember whether her human mother clashed with her as she matured or not, but knew the dynamic between mother and daughter was often subject to conflict; imagined and real. Theresa would need sterner discipline in the future.

  Gliding to the ground; which was actually dry for the first time in weeks, Rosa smiled. What did she have to complain about? She had had no family of her own for the last three and a half centuries, and here she was now, with the company she so desired.

  The secluded, red sandstone mansion, built to her specifications, was completed six months before. The hidden chambers below the cellar -humans called them basements now - were undetectable unless the person knew how to open the seamless doors that looked to be part of the wall. The tunnels she dug with the help of Karn; her long time, loyal, and half human-servant Only she and Karn knew of the escape routes 20 meters (62 feet) under the foundation, and he would willingly die before revealing her secrets. ‘Yes,’ Rosa thought, ‘I have taught my darlings everything they know, not everything I know. That will come though, given enough time.’ Ian and Theresa had met Karn briefly already. When Rosa had first toyed with them, it was Karn who had filled Theresa's mouth with his powerful, long rod. Rosa smiled to herself. She always loved watching Karn's enthusiasm, when she put him to “work”. His midnight-black, muscular frame, glistening with the sweat of lustful duty. All for her: Rosa. Yes, he was very loyal, and very well behaved. Rosa had shown Karn – then a small boy – mercy all those years ago. It was the least she could do, being as she had slayed his parents; a family of tourist-shapeshifters, miles away from their Caribbean home of Port au Prince, Haiti. Shapeshifter's never tasted as good as “pure” humans, but she had little choice at the time. She fed on his guardians, and was about to start in on the young boy, when she was struck with something akin to pity. She could smell he had the same shifter gene as his parents … so why feed on such subpar food?

  She saw in Karn then, a protégé, a faithful servant for years to come. And a very useful one too, for Karn would be able to move in sunlight. He would be Rosa's eyes and ears in the ultraviolet world, when she could do nothing but remain in the shadows. All these years later, she was still very pleased she had made the decision to spare him. The chiseled, ebony shapeshifter had indeed proven valuable. He only wanted to please Rosa, and eventually to be turned into a creature of the night. In fact, Karn never stopped pleading with Rosa. However, Rosa was clever – she needed an ally who was immune to the murderous sun. She lamented even now, that there would, in fact, be a time when she would have to “release” him, and pass unto him the gift he so desired.

  Although not truly immortal, Rosa's kind aged at a slow rate, and became more powerful the longer they walked the Earth. Father was well over 2,000 years old when he passed on to what might be next. Not even vampires knew if there was an afterlife after the final stake was driven home. The smile drained from Rosa’s ruby lips.

  What was missing? Nothing. Abundant prey, even more abundant, salacious sex, and a secure fortress draped in anonymity, were all in place. What more could Rosa ask for or want?

  Then it hit her like holy water in the face: the family should be larger And she had to admit it to herself; younger. What to do, what to do? Rosa realized she had pondered the missing piece for over a year now, but the epiphany still caught her off guard. Although far more disciplined than Ian and Theresa, she was still subject to the same blood lust and passions. One cannot simply shed one’s anima as a snake molts its skin. Ian remarked only yesternight that she had been moody and distracted of late. The man was insightful. A plan began to form as she drifted on the chill breeze into the night, hunting alone [again, by choice], becoming one with the darkness. A pub on the outskirts of Inverness would be closing soon, disgorging well sauced patrons into the rain slicked, narrow streets, and then finally into her salivating maw.

  chapter 2: back to school

  Back to School…

  Ian paced the parlor at the front of the house, stopping from time to time to glance south into the inky black of Culloden Moor. He was antsy even though he’d fed the night before. Going five or six days between feedings, before the thirst pulled him into the hunt, se
emed to be the limit right now. Rosa said that he would be able to go longer as he “matured”, whatever the fuck that meant. Hell, she’d told him and Theresa that they could go for months if they had to. Ian had his doubts, but wisely kept his doubt council to himself. The problem, he felt, was that he needed something to do in between being trained by his mistress of the night, the amazing, yet depraved sexual encounters, and feeding.

  Thinking and pondering the question for months, the solution became clear; he had to go back to teaching. The college level classroom was Ian’s milieu, where he thrived and brought the past alive to mix with the present. He was now fluent in Gaelic thanks to Rosa, although English was predominantly spoken in the area for the last 30 years. It was just another arrow in his growing, intellectual quiver. Ian decided to put the question to his benefactor when next the chance was presented.

  Theresa appeared seemingly out of thin air as if cast into the parlor on a moonbeam. She shared Violente’s ability to transfer herself from one place to another over, a short distance, as long as she did not have to cross water such as a river or loch, and definitely not a sea or ocean. To cross water barriers, a vampire must possess soil from the land in which he was made. Usually this soil, was present in the ever popular coffin, the Vampire slept in. A kind of earthy, organic mattress. In this day and age, unless it was part of a cold-case murder enquiry, humans had little reason to either exhume, or open coffins. Although the more desperate grave robbers of time long past, were often surprised by a waking, very hungry, blood bandit

  “What is wrong, my love?” Theresa asked with a frown bordering on a moue.

  Ian did not respond immediately. He did not like the way Rosa and Theresa popped into his personal space without warning and it was made worse because he could not achieve the expertise needed to perform a skill that the girls seemed to do so effortlessly. Maybe what he needed was a young, pliant cunt to use as he wished. A body and soul, that he could feel in control of. A soft, young body that would hand over all autonomy. Giving him absolute power. “Mmmm…” was all he uttered at first. Was it the tender pussy, or the power that was making his cock stir right now? Theresa knew her husband when he was deep in thought like this, and did not pursue the questioning as many women might.

  Ian pushed past her, making sure to block his thoughts as he’d been taught. (At least he could do this.) Both he and Theresa were unable to block Rosa Violente’s intrusions, as she could theirs, for she could unlock, and ransack all minds. Theresa let Ian pass. She would gain access to his cute little head in time, but right now she was feeling put out; a little dejected, at Ian's blatant thought-block. Did they not once share everything?

  Ian stopped at the door. Obviously deciding to share his thinking with Theresa. The latter felt the expanse of relief, at Ian realizing they were still partners in affairs of the mind and heart, all over her inert flesh.

  “I uh, I’ve been thinking. What do you think about me going back to teaching? I need to do something at night. I could bring home desserts for all of us to enjoy. Rosa would like that, wouldn’t she? I know you’d like it, T.” He looked at Theresa with a hopeful look.

  “Some fresh meat would tickle the palate…and my clit,” Theresa responded with enthusiasm. “How do we approach her? She’ll know as soon as we think of “IT” in her presence.”

  “Tis’ a conundrum, m’lady. Straight and true is the only way to go. The worst she can say is “No”. But Ian felt his stomach roil as he said it. Rosa could be a stone cold bitch when she didn’t get her way or like an idea.

  “Can a vampire get ulcers?’ he wondered.

  The lashes from her brand new, yet ancient,punishment device; a cat-o-nine-tails were deep and bloody, although - they healed in minutes. The sting from the slim, leather tails – sharp scraps of metal imbedded into their lengths hurt like a motherfucker though. Yes, vampires felt pain. They also kind of enjoyed it. Ian reasoned that his ilk suffered the same pain as the human cattle they used for sustenance and entertainment . Because the undead were well versed in the ecstasy of the flesh. Pain and pleasure…the thin red line. A line that could be an ecstatic experience from whichever side you standing on.

  Another behavior of Rosa bothered Theresa and Ian. Rosa rarely “slept” with them anymore in the Scarlet Parlor. When they awoke at dusk, her coffin was empty, the crumbly native soil from Pueblo, Mexico, undisturbed from the shifting of restless, dream filled sleep. Where she spent the daylight hours remained an unsolved enigma. An early attempt by Theresa to penetrate Rosa’s telegraphic defenses had ended in a week long torture session in which she was defiled and violated in numerous ways, none of which were what could be called conventionally arousing. Theresa blocked Ian from “seeing” how she was cut, slashed, stabbed, and worse. No sexual release was granted in these harrowing sessions. The physical scars of her ordeal were gone in a matter of hours; healed as only a well fed vampire can heal, but the psychological scars left a lasting impression. That impression was ingrained: DO NOT FUCK WITH ROSA VIOLENTE!!!!!!!!!

  CHAPTER 3: the agreement

  Agreement

  The next night, Ian and Theresa rose from their dirt lined caskets; alone yet again. But the feeling of absence wasn't there this time. Mistress was near: expectant. Rising from their sacrosanct beds, Rosa addressed them.

  “You are more than I reasonably expected, but I desire what you desire: a deeper outlet, if you will. We need new blood to join us. Younger blood. It is time to increase the numbers of our family. I may be an anachronism in some regards, but with my knowledge and power, I am to keep you safe and satisfied. Ergo, Ian, you will procure a professorship at Inverness College. This is the closest of the branches of the 15 members of the University of the Highlands and Islands. Your interview is two days hence; at 8:30 PM. Dreaded Sol will not be a factor as his deadly rays will be extinguished long before you set out. ‘Do not fuck it up’, as Theresa would say.”

  With her pronouncement made, Rosa swept from the Scarlet Chamber before a response could be uttered. Theresa froze, still standing in her death-bed, but Ian pursued Rosa, finally catching up with her as she stepped onto the ground floor of the mansion.

  “Wait, please, Rosa!” Ian exclaimed. “This is what I want, and I thank you. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

  Rosa halted in the foyer, her left foot on the first step leading to the second floor, and turned toward Ian. “This move is for more than you and your academic pursuits, my love. As I started this family, you will help me to expand our numbers. I desire young, fresh disciples to take their place at my side, with you and Theresa, of course. Now, leave me. I have important matters requiring my immediate attention.”

  And with that, she was gone, leaving Ian to first, comprehend, and then rejoice in Rosa's meaning. Learning and sexual abandon were about to be his. Theresa had followed, after regaining her senses, and heard the last of Rosa’s speech. She stepped in front of Ian, circled her arms around his waist and placed her head against his chest. She was happy for Ian but what would she do? Theresa had absorbed the whole of Scottish law easily with her newfound talents, but law was practiced during the daylight hours, a death sentence in the making. The board exams were day long too, so even getting the credentials was problematic. Theresa’s frustration turned to acid in her taut stomach and Ian noted her change in mood. He wondered if the two female vampires would drive him loco. However, that thought disappeared as Theresa deftly undid his belt, zipper, and the button holding his Levis around his trim middle. Ian’s hardening penis was in her voracious mouth in no time, as Theresa sank to her knees, her turquoise leather miniskirt sliding high on her shapely, toned thighs.

  Ian looked down and watched his stiff cock slide between her moistened lips. The sensation was magnified as Theresa gently squeezed his balls. She slid the meat from her mouth long enough to tell him to cum all over her face, but Ian had other ideas. He leaned down and slid his hands under her arms and hefted Theresa up into the air: Ian noted that she
wore no panties or the usual thong as she locked her legs around his waist, so her delicate hands could link at the back of his neck. Ian grabbed his dick and found her swollen wetness waiting for easy penetration. He thrust into her while she lowered her sex to meet him. Legs spread wider for balance, Ian cupped Theresa’s ass and let her impale herself until she came, screaming his name with her rapture. She disengaged her pussy from his cock and plunged it back into her mouth, sucking hard and making low mewing sounds, that showed the depths of her enjoyment. She loved the taste of her cunt on Ian’s manhood. The sweet and salty mixture dancing on her heightened taste buds. The telltale throbbing of Ian’s cock began as he neared climax, and the last swelling told her it was imminent. She ran her hand up and down the shaft rapidly, jerking Ian off.

  “Do it, my love, cum on my face. Give up that jizz. You know I crave it.”

  And with Theresa’s encouragement and stroking hand, he began to pulse. The first spurt of milky white, gelatinous sperm landed across her forehead. The second splattered her nose and moist, slightly parted lips. The third landed on her right cheek, but the fourth spasm that rocked him, were embraced once again by her talented, suckling mouth. Greedily swallowing the last of his load down her gullet, she flicked her tongue out to catch the semen as it dripped down her whitewashed face.

  Rosa watched as she often did, but did not join this time. She was thinking of those who would be joining them soon. Ian would choose well. He sensed things in people and had not been wrong so far. She paved the way for the professorship position a month earlier. It was not hard to slip into the dean’s office and move Ian’s prospectus to the top of the pile. Several times. The dean took the reappearance of the file as a sign, and the dream he’d experienced of a pale, raven tressed beauty with full red lips stayed with him for weeks. Without a word, he’d bent her over his mahogany office desk, papers, ink blotter, and files cascading to the floor as he took her anally. He awoke to fading laughter and did not immediately know where he was. The desk was in order but he had his pecker in his hand. It reeked of the sweet aroma of anal carnality. The next day, he visited a friend in the psychology department. However, at a loss to logically explain his experience, he decided not to tell his colleague. Other factors ensuring Ian’s employment, was the expansion of the campus, a mix of modern and ancient buildings. Him being fluent in Gaelic also helped considerably. The Gaelic resurgence was proliferating around all academic circles, and for sure would one day me a major player in the college curriculum.