by Keta Kendric
The man screamed, his eyes bulging from his skull at the atrocious shit I was doing. The snake had wrapped his tail around the base of the man’s dick as I pressed hard to keep the beaker in place against the man’s bucking body.
JG and Rob shook their heads as they gawked at the horrible sight. With the high-pitched screaming going on, I raised my voice to ask my questions.
“Who do you work for?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know! I told you all I know.”
“Do you work for the Dominquez family?”
“I don’t know who that is. I don’t know the man that hired me.”
“So, let me get this straight. You expect me to believe you were hired by a fucking ghost to steal a whole woman, a human being? One that you put in a chokehold? One that had the muzzle of your gun pressed against her temple?” I was so amped up, lightning strikes flashed in my stormy gaze. “Where were you asked to take the woman to?”
“I hadn’t gotten the instructions yet. After I got her, I was supposed to get a call telling me where to drop her off.” The rattling of his body as it knocked against the chair livened up my garage. “Oh! Shiiiiiit! Get that thing off my dick, man! Get it off! Pleeease!”
The snake reared back, and its tongue flicked like it was about to strike at its prey. The man bucked so hard that when the snake lunged to strike at his dick, it missed and hit the side of the beaker. The snake wasn’t a poisonous one, but like the man, I wouldn’t have cared for him being anywhere near my dick. The man’s struggle had been so forceful that he’d almost knocked the beaker from my hand.
Rob stepped up and placed pressure on the man’s shoulder as the snake reared back once more, agitated by all the shaking and moving.
Tears seeped from the sobbing man’s eyes, and spittle flew from his mouth as he yelled and pleaded.
“Where are you and your friends staying? How many of you are there?” I questioned, noticing that the snake was preparing to strike again.
“The Bunswick Hotel! On 55th and Lincoln. There are four of us!” The man sobbed through quivering lips. He switched back to shrieking yells when the snake moved.
“Get it off me, man!”
This time, when the snake aimed and shot its head at the man’s head, it didn’t miss. The man sang like a pig that had been stuck in quicksand. His eyes were as big as silver dollars.
“Get it off! Get it off! Oh God in heaven help me!”
The man bucked and jumped, but it wasn’t enough to shake the snake loose from its target. When the snake opened its mouth wider and slipped the tip of the man’s dick further in his mouth, the action shocked even me.
“Unless you tell me what I need to know, your dick will be swallowed. And I don’t believe the one doing the swallowing gives a whole lot of fucks if you get off or not.”
I was met with a series of unintelligible screams and more bucking before the man started spilling his guts.
“I don’t work for the Dominquez family. Ooooo! Fuuuuck! I never met the man that hired me. I got the assignment and half the money up front. If the lady has anything to do with the Dominquez cartel, they are not going to stop until they get her back and kill everyone that comes in contact with her. Even me. Now, please! Get it off! Get it off! Get that thing off my dick!”
With his dick being swallowed by a snake, the man swore with everything he had that he spoke the truth. Given his situation, I started to believe him.
I continued to let the snake have at his dick as I fired off question after question until he started talking crazy and saying shit that didn’t make logical sense. I think I may have taken him past the point of his mental tolerance. He’d still not confessed to working for or even knowing the Dominquez family. All he claimed to know about the family was what he’d seen in the media or read about.
“I’m telling you the truth,” the words bubbled from the man’s raw throat. His jumbled words and erratic bouts of laughter had him sounding delirious as drool oozed from his mouth and dripped onto his chest.
He was done. There wasn’t much else I could do to him to make him talk. Most of his dick had been swallowed, and his mind had been fried from the pain and from witnessing the slow destruction of his member. You can fuck up multiple parts of a man, chop off a few fingers, even hack off a limb, but mess with a man’s dick and he’ll tell you anything you want to know.
I believed that this man was telling me the truth. Whoever had hired him had been playing it smart. He’d hired this dumb bastard without a face-to-face introduction. It could well have been a member of the Dominguez family who’d hired him, but I needed to dig deeper to figure this out. Someone was out there plotting to take Regina, and I wasn’t altogether sure it was her family, based on this man’s information.
I’d put in a call to D so that he could get a snapshot of the man’s face before I killed him. Although the man had given me his identity, D would still run his face through facial recognition to confirm it. He would also dig around in the man’s background to connect dots.
It was worth a shot, but I didn’t think the man’s identity would help us, especially if he worked for a ghost. We needed the man’s partners. According to the last update, the guy outside the restaurant had eluded the cops, and the slippery fucker had also lost Marcus and Scott.
Right now, I needed someone else to torture and prayed the location we’d extracted from Mr. Swallowed Dick would lead to my next victim.
The incessant crying and unintelligible yapping of half-dick was grating on my last unraveling nerve. Usually, the anticipation of a fresh kill would ease my tension. Not so much this time.
I reached behind my back and drew my pistol.
As soon as the man lifted his teary-eyed gaze and it met mine, I squeezed the trigger. A small portion of his brains splattered the wall behind him, and more fluids and matter leaked from his head and dripped onto the chair. Globs of blood and brain matter oozed between the cracks of the wood and splattered to the floor. His open, dead eyes appeared relieved I’d put him out of his misery.
“Why did you kill him?” JG asked, with curiosity but not a hint of concern in his tone.
“He doesn’t know who he works for. Whoever sent him is hiring guns without providing an identity. This bastard didn’t have a clue that Regina was a Dominguez. The one or ones hunting her are being smart about it. If it is her family, they are avoiding making the same mistakes as the ones before them did.”
I’d executed a member of someone’s team who’d been tasked to take Regina. The mystery surrounding who the man or group was had not been solved. However, if there was one thing I was sure of, more were coming, and more were going to die.
JG took over the duty of separating the snake from the man. He made the task simple by taking a large pair of scissors that resembled garden shears and severed the portion of the man’s dick below the snake’s mouth.
I took out my phone and checked on Regina who was sitting up in her bed at one in the morning with a book in her hand. The woman didn’t sleep for shit and sooner or later, she and I would have a talk to figure out why. I clicked off my phone and shoved it down my back pocket.
At 3:30 a.m., I eased up the stairs to Regina’s room, listening for any sound. If she were up, she’d be reading or studying a medical book.
I cracked her door open and peeked in, finding her asleep atop her covers, fully clothed. The light from her book reader highlighted her beautiful face, half of which was planted in the pillow as she slept on her stomach. She wore one of my T-shirts and a pair of my shorts. Her wearing my clothes was sexy and had me ready to throw away the rest of her wardrobe.
I’d enjoy nothing more than to wake her and drag her down to my playroom. However, I relied on discipline to keep me from fucking her every time I came in contact with her. She needed time to get used of my size and the way I liked to fuck. Her pussy had been so tight that if she’d claimed to be a virgin, I would have believed her. Therefore, I was biding my time until she reco
vered so I could fuck her like I intended to. I wanted her screaming for me to go on, not stop.
Some of the shit she’d revealed in some of her rambling talking sessions didn’t make sense. How could a woman that looked like Regina not be getting any sex? What in the fuck was wrong with men? Were their dicks on life-support? Were their eyes clouded by a haze of dumb fuckery?
My buzzing phone drifted through the third different way I was fucking Regina in my head. I eased her door back closed.
“Marcus,” I answered when I was far enough away from her door.
“We found the driver of the SUV. I called D. He did some CCTV and some kind of GPS tech shit that he does. I don’t know how he does that shit, but we got him. We brought him here because we know you just left the hills. Come down to the basement.”
I hopped on the elevator and headed towards the basement. Marcus met me when I stepped off the elevator. Having the building owner as a member of my club gave me access to areas of the building that were unknown to most.
It was time to go back to work. Time to find out who the hell had the nerve to watch us and the balls to think they could take Regina. I’d find out what was inside this man’s brains, and I wasn’t opposed to cracking his head open and pulling the information out myself.
26
Regina
After breakfast, Ansel handed me a pretty, blue wrapped box that had me grinning from ear to ear. He’d informed that we weren’t in a relationship, but wasn’t the giving of gifts the indication of a relationship? Calm down, Regina. He can’t be tamed, remember?
Ansel was no doubt my first addiction. The longer I was around him, the further I sensed myself falling. He created this euphoric sensation within me that caused my senses to overflow with desire. My senses became so heightened that I’d lose complete control of myself. I found it difficult to walk away when he was done playing with me. Everything he did was good, even when it involved pain. The sound and feel of him pounding into my…Jesus!
His voice could make goosebumps prickle my skin, the taste of his tongue was divine, the sight of him made my eyes smile and cast my worries away. My mind and body were hooked on Ansel. He wreaked havoc on all my senses, even as my mind warred with the parts of him that I should be afraid of.
The reel of recent events he’d created with me played in my head and wouldn’t stop. The way he’d eased me open with his tongue and loosened me up with his fingers before he pried me apart and filled every space down to the depth of my soul. The vivid images of our sex caused me to shiver. With him, I didn’t wish or pray or angle my body in odd directions to get him to fulfill my desires. He knew what my body craved better than I did.
Focus, Regina, I reminded as I glanced down at the box he’d handed me. The box was weighted, so I hadn’t a clue as to what it could have been. Ansel sat on the couch next to me as I ripped the pretty paper away.
The thick wooden box sat on my lap as I examined the best way to open it. Made of glossy varnished redwood, it was buffed to a gleaming shine. My fingers fumbled around until I found the latch that sprang the box open.
I lifted the top wide enough to glance at the shiny piece that winked at me. Sitting there, stunned, I stared at it. My gaze found Ansel, whose face didn’t give anything away as he observed me with my gift.
“Is this for me?”
“Yes, Doc. That is yours, and before long, I’m going to have you unwilling to let this little bundle of joy out of your sight.”
“It’s a gun,” I stated the obvious. I’d been expecting something else even when my mind yelled for me not to.
“It’s a Glock-19. Powerful, but not too big for your small hands. It’s time you learned how to protect yourself, Doc,” Ansel stated as his excitement seeped through his tone and flashed in his gaze.
“But, I don’t like guns,” I confirmed, staring at the piece with a frown on my face.
Ansel leaned closer. “You like my dick don’t you, Doc?”
The smile spread across my face before I could stop it and, “Yes,” fell too easily from my lips. It was Ansel, so there was no use in me being coy about it anyway.
“If I recall, you were afraid of my dick too when you first saw it.”
He made a good point, but what did it have to do with me learning how to use a gun?
“I’m going to need you to think of that gun as my dick. Powerful, hard, and willing to give you all the satisfaction you can imagine.”
My snitching tongue slipped over my lips at his words before he slapped his hand over my thigh and squeezed.
“I’ll be taking you to the gun range in a few hours, so prepare yourself, Doc.”
Ansel stood and stalked away, leaving me with my new gift. I sat staring at it, terrified of it, but Ansel was right. I needed to know how to protect myself.
As I inched to the edge of the couch, an idea hit me. I’d just realized that Ansel called me Doc when he was being playful. He called me Regina when he was being more caring or discussing important issues. Lord help me when he called me Gina.
Ansel
Regina couldn’t shoot for shit. We’d been at it for about an hour, and just like our relationship, I concluded that I needed to teach her in a more nontraditional way. Every time I invaded her personal space and inched closer, she’d lose her shit and miss the target.
“I know that I’m distracting you, Regina. That’s kind of the point. When you’re out there being attacked, any number of real-life distractions can and will happen. You have to be able to think past a distraction, aim your gun, and squeeze the trigger.”
She was not the only one being distracted. Regina was sexy as fuck in my sweats. My gaze had been pulled down to the way they hugged her plump ass. She’d likely been hitting someone else’s damn target as far as my eyes were concerned.
“Right now, I need you to be Gina. That badass bitch that’s not afraid to look a man in the eyes and take his fucking life. That sexy freak I met a few nights ago that’s not afraid to take my dick and let me pound that tight pussy until it quivers and convulses, sucking me in deeper.”
I lost focus for a moment thinking about how good it would be to fuck her again.
“Pick up your gun,” I instructed. My indecent words had her hands shaking, but she picked up the gun with more confidence this time. She raised it and aimed as I’d shown her, resting her trigger finger against the trigger guard.
“That’s right hold that dick like you’re ready to fuck it,” I directed. “Cup the bottom a little bit tighter, Gina,” I stated, licking my lips as they hovered above her earlobe. Her grip tightened, and her aim grew steadier although I knew my hot words and closeness were turning her on. Her vanilla-cocoa scent wreaked my senses as her warmth wrapped itself around my body and wouldn’t let go.
“Just like that, Gina,” I voiced, my tone low and spilling some of the lust that had built inside me. “Remember, you’re holding my dick. Concentrate, aim, and let it blow your mind.”
Closing the last inches of space between us in the tight booth, my dick was as hard as the steel in her hands. I trapped Gina with my body, placing my hand over her arms from behind as she aimed at the target. There was no way she didn’t feel my dick pressed against her back, and I damn sure wasn’t about to remove it.
“You have no idea how badly I’d like to bend you over, right now, and fuck you until you cream all over my dick.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t comment, and the gun didn’t wobble as much as it had the first few times I’d whispered the freaky shit I planned to do.
“Think about taking my dick in your hands. Thick, long, hard, ready for you to prime it, setting the head against your sexy wet lips. Take it into your mouth, ensuring you aim at the back of your throat. The spot that’s going to make me come so damn good that my eyes will roll back in my head. Find the moment when you know one last stroke of your hot tongue will set me off. Then, squeeze your throat around the head and allow the hot shot of cum to shoot down your throa
t.”
My dirty words had her breaths rushing past her lips, but she maintained her aim as I pressed my dick harder against her back.
“Breathe in,” I coached. She did. “Align your sight and steady your aim,” I instructed, my words calmer than my dick that throbbed so hard it hurt. “Now breathe out, Gina, and squeeze.”
The shot didn’t land dead center of the target’s chest, but had it been a man, his ass would have gone down.
“Again,” I coached until she’d gotten a good three round shot-group. I instructed her on the proper way to drop the clip, extract the bullet from the chamber, and place the gun. Next, how to read her target, and techniques to improve her shot-group. She turned. The excitement on her face and laughter was contagious.
“That’s how you fucking make me come, Gina. Every time,” I expressed, my voice brimming with pride.
I couldn’t believe this shit was working. I wasn’t good for teaching anybody a damn thing, but if my nasty ass mouth could make her shoot like that, it was on.
After we’d inspected the shots, I gave her more pointers and primed her to go another round. If we kept this up, I was going to end up coming all over her back.
Ansel
If Regina found my shooting lessons tough, I’m sure she changed her mind when we started the next lesson. My home gym had been stocked with everything I needed to train her.
“You’re punching like a fucking girl, Gina. I need to see bad bitch, Gina, not whoever the fuck you are right now. You are going to do better because we are going to do this shit every fucking day, all day, if you don’t try harder.”