by Zoey Marcel
She smirked. “Sorry, Justin. I only like guys. Do those two girls know about each other?”
“No, but it’s okay, since I’m not dating either of them. I just talk with them online. If I can ever decide on one, then I’ll start dating her exclusively. I’m always faithful to my bitches.”
“Do they stay long after you call them that?”
He laughed. “I don’t call them that. I’m nice to my slutty princesses. Do you think I should tell them what I did? I mean, it’s not like we agreed to go steady or anything.”
“Did you sleep with somebody?”
“Oh my god, I’ll tell you.” He extended his hands out in a “Get this” pose. “I watched a live threesome, my first ever. Next time, I plan on joining in. Isn’t that great?”
Felicia wrinkled her nose, and Justin absently noticed that Aiden must be within earshot from where he stood taking inventory, given the way his head jerked in their direction.
“Justin, I didn’t want to know that,” she complained. “That’s gross.”
“Get over it, girl. I saw a hot redheaded chick getting her freak on, and next time, I’m gonna be all over her. René’s actually seeing her, but he shared her with Quentin while I watched. Isn’t that great?”
“Yeah, sure.” Felicia scratched his head.
“Well, don’t piss yourself with joy.”
“Sorry. I’m happy for you.”
“That’s better.”
“I’m surprised Charlie wasn’t there.”
“Please,” Justin scoffed. “I asked him, but he always told me no to having a ménage. He said I was too young. I showed him, but don’t tell him. He’ll keep me from having one.”
“Why would I tell him?”
“I’m just saying. Aren’t you gonna ask where I plan on sticking it when I bang the redheaded hottie?”
Felicia shook her head. “I really wasn’t. That’s your business.”
“In her mouth!” he exclaimed with an excited grin. “She’s gonna suck my cock. I’ll either come in her mouth or on her breasts. Aren’t boobs great?”
“Well, I like mine,” she said.
Aiden walked out of the club.
Justin winked at Felicia. “Oops. Sorry. I forgot you’re not a booby kind of woman. You’re missing out, girl.”
She cleared her throat. “I’m gonna go text my boyfriend.”
Justin grinned and nodded. “Yeah, go get him, baby.”
Her blush made him laugh.
* * * *
Charlie Huntington stocked the bar at Bull’s Ass Saloon, the bar his father owned. He saw Aiden at the door and went to let him in. They weren’t open yet, but he was Shane’s friend.
“Aiden, how are you?”
“Not too bad. I wondered could I borrow some olives. We’re out back at the club.”
“Yeah, sure.” Charlie headed over to the bar. “How many do you need?”
“One jar will be grand.”
He went behind the counter and knelt to get one from a cupboard.
“That must be an adjustment for you,” Aiden said. “One minute he’s a kid, the next he’s doing that.”
“Here you are.” Charlie stood and handed the jar to him. “What do you mean?”
“Thanks. You know, what happened with Justin.”
“I don’t follow.”
“You mean Justin didn’t tell you about watchin’ his first ménage? Huh, that’s strange.”
“What?” Charlie raised his voice. “Where did you hear that?”
“Justin mentioned it in passing, said that next time he intended to participate. Odd that he didn’t tell you.”
Charlie dug his nails into the bar-top and scratched them forward and back as he averted his eyes and flexed his jaw. Somebody was going to die tonight and he had a pretty good idea who.
“Unless someone told him not to say anything.” Aiden furrowed his brow before shaking his head decisively. “No. Quentin wouldn’t betray a mate like that.”
Charlie’s head flew up.
“Huh, must have been René then.” Aiden briefly scratched his neck. “He’s never really liked you, has he? It’s nothing to worry about. I’m sure Justin just hasn’t gotten around to tellin’ you yet.” He held up the jar, wearing a casual smile as he turned to leave. “Thanks for the olives.”
“No problem.”
After Aiden walked out Charlie was fuming. He was pissed off at Justin for going behind his back by watching and planning a ménage after Charlie had told him not to. Regardless, the kid was only number three on his shit-list. Quentin and René were tied for first place. They were dead.
* * * *
Hessian stood at a distance, watching the young man hanging out in the parking lot of Leather & Lace. He surmised that the bloke worked at the club and was on his break.
The Emo patron of his most bloodthirsty services stood next to him. “I think his name is Justin Huntington.”
“I know.”
“He lives here in town, but he went to the hotel the other evening around the time Quentin and René did. I think Justin slept with Kendall, too. Can you kill him for me as well if I pay you extra?” his client asked.
Hessian eyed Justin for a long moment. “I have no need to kill him.”
“But you said you’d kill everybody she’s slept with if I paid you.”
“Maybe I want him alive.”
“If you don’t kill everybody on my hit-list, I’ll take my business elsewhere.”
He grabbed the subordinate by the throat and squeezed. “Never forget which of us has the power. You might be paying me, but your life is in my hands. I could kill you and take the money anyway. What say you to that?”
“I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”
“I’ve killed many people, even the woman I made a life with. She was a crack whore, left me to go to rehab. She had my child and raised him for a while before dumping him off with someone else. The bitch stole my money and ran off. Naturally, I had to kill her.”
“Please don’t kill me. I’ll pay you.”
He choked the imbecile harder. “We see the world differently, don’t we? You feel vague remorse for hiring me to kill someone for you, whereas I feel nothing when I end someone’s life. Sometimes I even feel pleasure. Right and wrong is subjective. People ask how someone like me can sleep at night. Simple, my brain isn’t capable of the inconvenience of guilt. I’m not even sure I know what love feels like.”
The person gasped, trying desperately to pry his hands off.
“Do you think if I had raised my son that I would have bonded with him? Could someone like me have felt a debilitating connection to an innocent baby? I wonder.” Hessian smiled, watching the terror and madness swirl in his client’s eyes. “My mother had a priest try to cast demons out of me because I was so sadistic. Foolish sods. This is who I am. If something is innocent, I corrupt it. If it’s living, I kill it. I’m a product of nature. No different than a lion. Now do you understand?”
“Yes,” the patron squeaked.
“You know that I could snuff out your life at any second, like a lion crushing a gazelle with its jaws?”
The person wept. “Yes.”
Hessian shoved the baggage to the ground. “I’m glad we understand each other. It would be a shame if you endeavored to control me again and I was forced to kill you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Of course you are. Now then, who am I killing for you?”
The individual coughed in their struggle to breathe. “René and Quentin.”
“And Justin?”
“No. Justin gets to live.”
Hessian smiled slowly. “Excellent.”
Chapter Twelve
Quentin Adeniji’s head jerked when he heard pounding on the front door of Chicken Shit, the tack and feed store the Huntingtons owned. It had been his turn to work here today, but he’d just locked up for the night.
Charlie Huntington stood outside looking pissed for some reas
on. He stormed into the place when Quentin let him in. “Brace yourself like a fucking man, you two-timing bastard.”
Quentin looked at him curiously and folded his arms. What was it about Charlie when he was angry? “Apparently I missed something. What is it you think I did?”
“You know what you did, you son of a bitch. How could you keep something like that from me?”
Charlie must have found out that his ex-girlfriend, Kendall, was in town. “You know?”
“Of course I know. Planning a four-way with Justin and René? What the hell were you thinking?”
Quentin relaxed, feeling a weird stroke of relief that the ménage was at the root of this confrontation. When Charlie did find out about Kendall being in town, Quentin wanted it to come from him. “We needed a third man and he was available. He declined but conveyed a desire to join us another time.”
“Damn you. The kid is fragile. You know that.”
“Justin has never been fragile. Mr. Huntington treats him that way because Justin’s mother left him with us when he was a child. He is quite capable of taking care of himself.”
“Right, that’s why he’s falling hard for some online broad he’s never met. Then you idiots come along and do that with him after I told him not to.”
“If Justin went behind your back after you said no, then why are you giving me an earful?”
“Because you’re my friend, damn it! Or I thought you were.”
“We are friends, Charlie.”
“Apparently not, if you share women with René. You know I hate him.”
“René is my friend.”
“I don’t give a fuck! It’s bad enough you stayed there with him when I moved out with Shane. Now you’re grinding against him, too?”
“I stayed in the main house because I didn’t want him to be alone there when the rest of you moved out. And as to your other accusation, I only shared a woman with him. I didn’t fuck him.”
Charlie scoffed. “I’ll just bet you haven’t.”
“Are you calling me a liar, Charlie? Is that what friends do?”
“Well, they sure as hell don’t share hos with their best friend’s worst enemy, do they?”
“The woman we shared is not a ho. You would like her.”
“If you think I could stand the sight of, let alone bed anything René has touched, then you don’t know me at all.”
“I know you better than you know yourself,” Quentin muttered when Charlie turned to leave.
“I heard that. Where the fuck is that Southern bastard?”
“He’s seeing to the cattle with your father.”
“Good. Let’s show Daddy what his precious favorite son really is.” Charlie headed for the door with wide, determined strides.
“Or you could cuss René out when he’s alone. That way, Justin doesn’t get in trouble. He’s worked so hard and come so far lately. A few slip-ups, but he is making progress. A lecture might discourage him and make him resort to his old destructive ways again.”
He paused for a moment and heaved an audible exhale. “Well, I don’t want that. I’ll talk to the kid later and try to knock some sense into him. Kicking René’s ass can wait until I get him alone.”
“Or you could chalk it up to Justin being an adult now and forgive René.”
Charlie threw a dirty glance at him over his shoulder. “Jesus, Quentin, listen to yourself.”
Quentin shook his head after Charlie left. Well, that went well.
A few minutes later, he felt the tension evaporate from his body when dulcet Kendall walked into the store with two coffees.
“Did you have a nice day with René?”
She smiled real big and nodded, handing him a coffee. “I did. These are decaf since it’s late. I just thought a frozen coffee sounded good. René said the blended mocha was your favorite. It’s mine, too.”
Quentin smiled back at her. “It is. Thank you.” He took a sip, enjoying the icy, strong espresso flavor and the sweet richness of chocolate. “And you’re wearing a sundress like I told you to. That pleases me.”
She bit her lip and tried to act casual while drinking her coffee, but she couldn’t hide that beaming satisfaction from him.
“Go behind the counter and take your panties off. I want you to put these on instead while you’re here.” He handed her a pair of black underwear that had a small silver bullet vibe embedded into it.
A naughty grin turned her porcelain features into that of a simpering vixen. “Are these vibrating panties?”
He nodded, unable to contain his own wicked smile. “They are. While I close the store, they’re going to buzz against your little clit while you fight to keep from coming.”
A rosy hue lightly rouged her cheeks. “That sounds like fun. What happens if I come?”
“Well, ginger, we’re standing in a store with plenty of crops, whips, and other disciplinary tools. I trust your imagination is in working order.”
She smiled and lowered her eyes demurely, seeming as pleased by the pet name he’d given her as she had been when he called her by it online. “But this is horse stuff.”
“It will still leave a nice impression on your unruly ass if you come without my permission. Go behind the counter and change your panties like I told you to.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her eagerness pleased him.
He locked the door again, getting hard when he saw her bend slightly behind the counter before straightening back up again. “Toss your panties to me.”
She tossed him the Christmas-green lacy boy-short panties, blushing a little with a flattered smile when he sniffed them. He groaned with depraved need and then crammed them into his pocket. Pulling the remote control out of his other pocket, he flipped the power on, watching her face closely when she felt the vibrating jolt make contact with her clitoris. The way her lips parted at the breathtaking stimulation lifted his cock.
“Is it right against your clit?” he asked.
She nodded on a feeble whimper.
“Remember to respond to me when I ask you a question, Kendall.”
“Yes, Sir. It feels really good.”
“Very nice. Have a look around while I close up for the night. Don’t move the vibrator unless it’s no longer stimulating you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
It was difficult to concentrate on his closing tasks when her little sounds of pleasure and maddening restraint had his dick hurting.
Also, with Charlie mad at him, that brought him down. If it wasn’t for lush, ravishing Kendall floating around the store like a lovely, redheaded angel, he’d feel like complete shit over the argument he and Charlie had.
“You’re doing very well, Kendall. I’m going to turn it up a notch.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, do you think that’s a good idea, Sir?”
She seemed proud of herself for finally remembering the title, and he found her adorable. Her willingness to please was beautiful to him and made the blood feel like it was boiling in his veins. How the fuck was he supposed to count the damned till when a woman like that was alone in the store with him?
“When I give you an order, Kendall, do it. Don’t question me. Good job on remembering my title, though.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
Her face contorted when he turned the speed up on the vibrator. He finished counting the till and then upped the power again, grinning at her girlish squeal in the background. After he finished washing and drying off his hands, he wandered back into the main room and saw her bracing herself on the side of a shelf and her features twisting in euphoric agony as she came hard and quietly in her panties, like a bad girl he knew he’d have to punish afterward. He was looking forward to that, and also to making her come again when he was done disciplining her.
“Feel good?” he asked, smiling at the gasp he startled from her.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It felt too good and the speed was too fast to resist.
”
“I understand. I wasn’t expecting you to withstand the vibe this time. It’s only your first attempt at orgasm control, so I will keep your penalty for disobedience mild.”
“You could forgive me.” She batted her eyelashes at him and got all cutesy in her attempt to butter him up.
Quentin smiled slowly, feeling another piece of himself fall into her hands. “Oh, I will...after I make that soft ass nice and pink.”
She shivered and licked her lips, driving another nail of undying need into his bulging penis that jacked it way up.
“Bring the crop to me and then flip up your dress for me and bend over the saddle right there.”
Her green eyes shone with desire as she selected the riding crop he indicated and then handed it to him. He couldn’t refrain from giving his erection a squeeze through his jeans when he saw her bend over and flip up her blue-flowered sundress for him.
“Panties down.”
She slid them down and the vibrator made a subdued clunk when it hit the floor. Kendall yipped when he struck her right ass cheek.
“Forgetting something?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s hard to think straight when I want you so bad.”
He rubbed her hindquarters with the tip of the crop, smiling with male pride at the compliment. “No excuses. I’m glad you want me, though. Those online conversations with you over this last year meant a lot to me. More than you probably realize.”
“They meant a lot to me—ow!” Her bottom clenched, a rosy blush rising on her alabaster flesh. “They meant a lot to me, too, Sir. I’m really glad I got to meet you...before I move to New York.”
He whacked her ass a little harder than he intended to for that “Thanks for the memories, but I’m leaving you, bud” comment. A mangled cry got caught in her throat, and as he paced he saw her jaw flex with pain.
“No talking. I’m going to turn your ass hot pink. No marks this time...if you’re good and quiet for me, that is. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded for him, purring when he patted her on the head.
“Very nice.”
He walked back around and warmed her butt up with a brief series of rouge-inducing slaps with the crop that ultimately turned her posterior a healthy shade of pink. Setting the crop aside, he admired his handiwork before smoothing away the heat and lingering sting she likely felt.