Black Rose

by Steele, Suzanne

  The youth managed to hide behind a dumpster while witnessing a local citizen being heinously beaten to death.

  The story goes on to tell how Charles had held the man in his arms until he breathed his last breath.

  During his teen years, he headed up different anticrime groups and as he grew older, went on to work closely with different outreach groups that helped to feed and clothe the poor.

  He had paid for numerous afterschool gyms to help enable latchkey kids get off the streets. On and on it goes…

  I breathed a sigh of relief. As crazy as it sounds, I feel better about my situation. Now the only question is, why in the world would he pick a woman who is innocent to sexual kink to be his, as he so eloquently termed, ‘property’?

  Regardless of why he has chosen me, nothing changes the fact that my son and I are in a much better living situation. So what if the guy is kinky. We’re safe here and we are well taken care of. This is the opportunity of a lifetime and there is no way I am going back to the projects or back to that shitty waitressing job with a boss who sexually harasses me on a daily basis. No…Tommy and I can stay right where we are. Even though I’m agreeing to stay, there is a part of me that knows he wouldn’t let us go anyway. The question is, why am I flattered by that? I know the answer. I’m flattered because for years I’ve convinced myself that no decent man would want me because of the baggage I bring to the table.

  There are women who would die to be on this man’s radar and I have no intention of letting him go. If Charles Wentworth III is a kinkster who enjoys having a woman under his control, that’s fine by me. I don’t have to worry about the stress and strain of running everyday life, paying bills, or catching buses to my baby’s appointments. Everything is taken care of for me.

  His love of control is actually working in my favor. I’ve spent the last year and a half trying to juggle first pregnancy and then caring for an infant. Now I have someone who is willing to take the load of life and carry it for me and I’m willing to let him do it.

  I’ve heard that people who suffer trauma sometimes turn into control freaks and I’m sure that after Charles witnessed a man get beat to death, he decided that he wanted to control every aspect of his life. I finally understand why he hasn’t found a long term relationship—no one is willing to give him control. I will because, for me, I don’t feel any need to fight for my independence. Quite frankly, it is a relief to let someone else deal with the day to day grind of living. I’ll continue to research him because I’m curious by nature but, at this point, I’m willing to do whatever he wants if it means bringing improvement to my shitty ass life.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dr. Ozment

  I eye Selena seriously as I speak. She needs to understand I’m willing to help her, but only on my terms. That means no drugs and leaving her pimp. Her voice interrupts my thoughts on what terms I’m going to set and how I’m going to reveal them to her.

  “You’ve already done so much. I really appreciate you not calling in Psych.”

  “Selena, you are not crazy, but just so we understand each other, you will be getting some counseling. You want out of the lifestyle and I’m willing to help you. We discharge you today and you can come into my office tomorrow and begin work. If you want my help, I’m willing to be here for you but I’m not willing to play games. I will be watching you and if you break any of the rules I’m giving you, our deal is off. I refuse to enable you to continue to do drugs.” I looked at her with an air of seriousness and continue to speak, “I may go so far as to have you tested for drugs. I’m giving you the chance of a lifetime. Do not disappoint me.

  “I’m really far behind on filing computer work since my secretary left after having a baby. She was going to take six weeks leave and then she decided that she wanted to be a stay home mother. I’m happy for her but it put me in a bind. It will help both of us out.”

  I’m not going to tell her the real reason that I’m hiring her is because I am attracted to her. This way I get her out of the lifestyle and I can keep a close eye on her. I’m giving this woman a new beginning—a do over. The only way she can screw it up is by not following my rules. There are only two: stay away from that dirt bag pimp, and don’t do street drugs. I can assure you that I will be keeping a close eye on her. I’ve worked too hard and too many years to throw caution to the wind. Though I do have some reservations about helping her, the hero in me has to at least give the girl a chance. I find myself hoping she doesn’t screw up because, whether I like it or not, I am attracted to this beautiful Latina. I’ve always had a bent for Latin women and this girl is definitely my type. She looks more like a model than a lady of the night. I can see why she was the guy’s number one woman, for sure.

  We spend the rest of the day getting her discharged and, though I have led my staff to believe I’m only giving her a ride home, I’m actually moving her into my pool house. I enjoy the time I spend with her, getting her settled in, and she surprises me when she asks me a question later in the evening.

  “Eric, I have a friend who works for the FBI and I think if I call her and have her drop in on Diego, it will convince him I’m serious about him staying away from me.”

  I don’t hesitate in answering her. “Do it!” If there is one thing a dope dealing pimp doesn’t want anything to do with, it’s a cop…

  The next morning I look up from my desk to view Selena as she enters. She is absolutely stunning.

  She is tall and athletically fit but with large breasts—breasts I’m certain she paid a pretty penny for.

  Her hair is as black as a raven’s wing and cut in long, straight layers towards her perfectly structured face. She always wears designer clothing and she exudes class; it literally oozes from her very being.

  Selena may be trained in the art of eroticism due to her previous job as a high dollar escort but, looking at her now, you could just as easily believe she was the wife of a doctor or lawyer.

  I am busy getting her situated with files when Evelyn makes an appearance. The woman is one of the nosiest nurses on my ward. She flits her way in with no invitation and I’m certain she has purposely timed her entrance to catch a glimpse of Selena. All she wants to do is catch a sighting of the new, mysterious stranger working for me. She is just looking for water cooler gossip. I can almost hear her thinking out loud… Well my, she is as beautiful as the rumors swirling around have made her out to be. Hmm, it is a good thing that I nailed my doctor before she came along. It has been rumored that she is only marrying Dr. Anderson for money and prestige and I have no doubt that the rumors are true.

  She fiddles with every device and piece of paperwork she can locate, trying to get some sort of Intel on this new mystery woman in my office. I’m well aware Selena’s presence already has all of the nurses in a tizzy.

  “That will be all, Evelyn,” I knowingly chide her.

  “Oh, okay.” She quickly scurries from the office. I can tell she is a tad embarrassed but I’m certain it isn’t enough to not be nosey if the opportunity presents itself again.

  I chuckle as I stroke Selena’s hand, “All of the nurses are curious about the raven haired beauty I’ve hired.”

  I immediately pick up on the panicked look that appears on her visage.

  “Selena, no one knows anything about your past.”

  Though she nods her head, agreeing as she eyes me, I can tell she is troubled.

  “What is it that’s troubling you, Selena?”

  “I’m so embarrassed to tell you but I think you need to know. Evelyn’s fiancé is one of my previous customers. Sooner or later, I’m going to run into him. There really is no way around it with me working here.”

  “I can assure you, he is just as embarrassed as you are. I highly doubt he is going to reveal that information to anyone. Believe me when I tell you, we doctors have to keep a squeaky clean image and he isn’t going to want people to know something like that. The least of your worries is Dr. Bill Anderson.” I have no way of kno
wing that I’m telling her not to worry about a man who is a full-blown serial killer. He poses a much more dangerous threat than I could have ever imagined…

  Evelyn

  I grapple over dinner, trying to have some kind of conversation with my fiancé who seems to be becoming more distant with each day that passes.

  “Oh, have you met Dr. Ozment’s assistant yet.

  Bill grumbles in between bites.

  “Her name is Selena. My, oh my, does she ever have the nurses in a tizzy. She is beautiful. I certainly am glad that I nabbed you before she made an appearance.” I noticed for some odd reason that seemed to get my husband’s undivided attention. Perhaps it is due to the fact that it’s work related. I suddenly feel overwhelmed with the need to hurry up and get my fiancé down the aisle. I have no intentions of losing out on nabbing a doctor. It isn’t an easy feat to find a single one, much less a surgeon. I have no idea as I continue talking that I may have just put a woman’s life in danger—grave danger…

  Black Rose

  I stand over, watching her sleep. She is my savior of sorts. No longer do I feel the need to have a victim’s warm blood running through my fingertips. She has changed another part of me also. I no longer have a need to bed a different woman each night.

  I take my hunting knife from the bedside table. I was half expecting it to be gone after her last encounter with it. I’m glad to find it still there because had it not been, discipline would have been inevitable.

  “Shh, don’t move, kitten, this knife is very sharp. You could get cut.” She awakens to my sinister chuckle.

  “Sit up against the railing on the bed. Oh, that is a good girl, going to bed nude so your predator has easy access. I watched you today. I bet you never even knew.”

  I watch her face as I put the knife up and toss a black bag on the bed.

  “Bend your knees and spread your legs, kitten.”

  My mouth crashes down on hers and my tongue darts between her lips, taking what is mine. She has set me free and I am enamored with her innocence. The thought of defiling her and creating a hunger in her for my debauchery is an aphrodisiac to me. Thoughts of her invade my mind numerous times throughout the day. Having her here is so much more enjoyable than I had anticipated. She is a drug and I am a willing addict. I will do anything to keep her—anything.

  “You be a good girl and do everything that I tell you to and you won’t get hurt… too badly.” I purposely taunt her with fear. I am a man who is capable of anything when it comes to her.

  I move my mouth in close to hers before I make my next demand. It is imperative that she obey me at all times.

  “Suck my tongue, like your sucking my cock.”

  She pulls on my tongue with her lips and I can feel it all the way down into my groin. She is sucking it and rolling her tongue around mine. She has no idea she is summoning the beast within me to come forth and dine. The killer inside me relishes fucking the innocence right out of her. I enjoy corrupting my innocent, little kitten. Subjecting her to my darkness is pleasurable, but soiling her very existence is fucking heavenly.

  I grab her by the nape of her neck and growl at her. “Bend your knees and spread your legs. I’m going to watch you fuck yourself tonight. I’ve thought about what I am going to make you do all day long. You don’t know how many times my cock got hard thinking of you today. You’re going to fuck yourself like a dirty, little, porn queen for my pleasure. I might even make you take that fake cock you fuck yourself with and suck your juices off of it afterwards. I have all kinds of dirty, nasty little tricks in my black bag, young lady.”

  Her face turns beet red with embarrassment and I continuing speaking. “I enjoy embarrassing you. I enjoy talking dirty to you and purposely making you uncomfortable. I’m all kinds of fucked up, little girl. Now, you be a good girl and tell me you’ll do anything I ask you to.”

  “I will,” she innocently eyes me as she continues speaking. “I don’t know why, but I like the things you do to me and I trust you.”

  “Well, trust is a real big part of our kinky, little relationship because I own you now. You belong to me.”

  She surprises me when she smiles and I know by the look on her face that she enjoys being wanted, even if it is in a fucked up obsession kind of way.

  I reach into the black bag I brought and remove KY and a dildo. I chuckle as I see the mortification written all over her face. She is a novice in all things sexual and she is my trainee to corrupt and make completely mine. She will be my own personal sex slave and by the time I am finished with her training, she will crave me like a junkie craves a fix. I am her new drug of choice.

  “Spread your pussy open and touch yourself. Oh, that is a good girl. Slide your middle finger in. You’re such a dirty girl, but only for me, kitten, only for me.”

  I stand, stroking my length as I watch every detail of what she is doing. Even though she is embarrassed, she is undoubtedly aroused.

  “Now, take this dildo and fuck yourself for me.” My look is one that dares her to challenge or disobey me. She bites her bottom lip as she takes the phallus from my hand and places it at her opening. She is so turned on by the fact that I’m watching her.

  “What a little exhibitionist you are. If I ever find out you perform this little show for any other man, well, let’s just say, I’ll introduce you to a new kind of pain.” I can tell by the look on her face that she is terrified of me and for some fucked up reason, that terror is making my cock throb with desire. Yes, there isn’t any doubt in my mind, I’m a sexual deviant.

  “You want me to lick that sweet, little pussy of yours while you get fucked? That is a good girl, keep fucking yourself for me.”

  I bend down and begin nibbling at her clit. Her legs are shaking already. I begin pulling it out of hiding with my lips, sucking and milking it until I bring her right to the edge.

  I’m watching her from between her legs as I talk to her in between flicks of my tongue while she fucks herself for me with the dildo.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you all day long, girl. Do you know what the torment I’m subjecting you to is called? It’s called edging. I’m bringing you right to the point of climaxing and then I stop. Your pleasure and your pain belong to me now.

  “Please, I need to come. Let me come, Charles, please. I’ll do anything.”

  I purposely ignore her, taking the dildo from her hand and start twirling it at her opening.

  “You want to get fucked, baby? Whose pussy is that?”

  “It’s yours, Sir. Please, just let me come.”

  “Good girl, you just keep saving that sweet little body for me.”

  I begin pumping the dildo in and out of her while lapping at her clit like a kitten at a bowl of warm milk. In between licks, I give her permission to come.

  Her body thrashes wildly as I pull orgasm after orgasm from her. I drink up her juices like a man dying of thirst. Taking her essence in is so satisfying for me. I gain pleasure knowing I have brought her pleasure.

  I flip her over onto all fours, sliding my cock into her and viciously fucking her as I threaten her and pull her hair. I want to hurt her, I want to treat her roughly, and I want to fuck her so hard that I climb up into her and we become one. I just want her…I want her…I want her…

  “You better not let another man touch you. You haven’t seen pain, girl. You belong to me now. I’m watching you, Melanie. I know where you go and I know what you do. Get that hand down there and come for me again.”

  She touches herself and, almost immediately, she goes off like a rocket. Her pussy clenches down on me like a vice grip, milking me from my balls straight through to my tip. I lean over her after I climax and growl in her ear, “Get your ass in the bathroom, get cleaned up, and then get back out here. We need to talk.”

  She does as I asked her to and makes her way back around the corner. I point for her to sit on the bed from the chair I’m seated in. A small end table lamp is barely enough light to illuminate the room and seem
s to bathe everything in a sinister glow that matches my mood.

  “I’m a businessman, Melanie, and I have enough sense to know you have researched me by now and you know exactly who I am.” I keep the fact that I have her under surveillance to myself. Every digital device I have given her is monitored and that includes the computer she has been using to look up all those old articles.

  “I completely understand you are curious by nature but, I can assure you, I am never ever letting you go. I can be nice, or I can be nasty, and I’m certain you won’t like the nasty side of me. I can guarantee if you try to leave me, I have enough money and enough lawyers to take you down. I’m not beyond doing anything necessary to keep you and Tommy under this roof. I have every intention of adopting him very soon. You need to be definitive on your decision to remain here with me. Do you understand what I’m saying or do I need to clarify matters to you?”

  “I understand you want me here, but I don’t know why… not when you could have any woman you want.”

  “Your innocence is alluring to me. I’m certain you’ve realized by now that I am not exactly normal when it comes to sexual matters. I enjoy control—complete control.”

  “So… you feel I satisfy your sexual needs?”

  “I care about you and I care about Tommy.”

  I watch as she nervously fidgets. “We like it here and we don’t want to leave.”

  “Good girl. That is a very good answer.”

  My blue eyes cut to her core in an effort to make sure there is no mistaking that I mean what I’m saying. I’m a fucking menace when provoked and I will use every bit of that controlled danger to ensure she remains here with me. Life with me is a double edged sword—it can go either way.

  This isn’t the same man talking to her who just fucked her brains out; this is a businessman who knows how to control even the most unpredictable of situations.