by Jaden Wilkes
“His refusal to investigate a lead does not constitute a failure on my part, Agent Chase.” Her behavior was becoming more aggressive and combative in the past few days – her anger at my lack of emotion was a simmering rejection inside her.
“Cartwright and Ward. You’re excused from the room. Go make yourselves useful by assisting Reynolds while Agent Chase and I discuss her objection to my direction of this team.”
The two men strode out of the room, their shoulders no longer wilted by the tension between Agent Chase and me. The door slammed shut and the room was rendered silent, the fury of a woman scorned glaring up at me from where she sat propped in her chair.
“You have something to say, Agent Blake?”
It was becoming apparent to me why I couldn’t remain interested in Emily. Her mind was too strong, her backbone contained a bit too much steel for my liking. Some men liked a bitchy woman, but I wasn’t one of them. I preferred them weak and obedient, subservient to a point of being frail.
Even though Emily wasn’t my first choice for a long-term fuck, I didn’t mind breaking the bitch every so often just to pull out the submissive whore I knew existed inside of her.
“You apparently need a lesson in manners, Agent Chase.”
Lust sparked in her eyes. “And how do you intend to do that?”
Picking up a dry erase marker from the small, silver shelf attached to the wall, I held it up for her to see. “You’re going to write sentences for me until I’m satisfied that you understand who controls this team.”
She scoffed. “I’m not in grade school, you filthy prick. Are you trying to tell me you’re into young girls now? I thought more of you than that.”
Throwing the marker at her, my eyebrow cocked when she caught it mid-air. The bitch had damn good reaction time. “Step up to the front of the classroom, Ms. Chase.”
After standing up from her chair, she approached the front of the room with a feline swagger, her hips rocking to and fro with each long legged step. Her pencil skirt bunched above her knees as she moved and the button up silk shirt she wore was pulled taut by her ample chest.
Flicking the top off the pen, she looked up at me from behind her thick-rimmed glasses. “What would you like me to write, Professor Blake?”
My hand gripped around the back of her neck as I slammed her body against the dry erase board. With my other hand I gripped her wrist, bringing the pen in her hand up to the board. “You’ll write this.”
Slowly the letters I forced her to write turned into words and her eyes widened to see them. She cried out in pain each time she resisted and attempted to peel her body away from where I had it pressed against the board.
“Now read what you just wrote, Agent Chase.”
Her words were slightly muffled by her inability to speak clearly, her mouth half pressed to the board. “I’m a dirty slut that needs to keep her mouth shut.”
I released her and she lost her balance, but caught herself before falling to the floor.
“On your knees, Agent Chase.”
She smirked. “I thought I was supposed to keep my mouth shut.”
She had a point. Gripping the back of her neck again, I bent her over the table set up in the front of the room. Her skirt ripped with the force of me pulling it up and over her ass, her panties torn from her body before she had the chance to fight back.
I was rock hard and didn’t give her the opportunity to complain. I liked fucking her when she was mad. Reaching my hands between her legs, I found that she was wet and waiting.
Apparently she liked being fucked when she was mad as well.
“You’re a stupid little bitch, you know that?”
As soon as she opened her mouth to respond, I shoved my cock inside her, pushing in so far that the only sound that fell from her lips was a pained moan. The table creaked with each thrust of my hips, her sultry moans deepening as her body was forced towards a release.
The bitch was dripping by the time I was nearing my own orgasm, but I had to bite my lip and imagine someone else to finish.
She would become the bitch I couldn’t stand as soon as this was over and I relented the fact that I’d just given her what she wanted by taking her body.
Damn if I didn’t like control and I was bound and determined to find another woman to fuck just as soon as this investigation was over.
Chapter Seven
Jude
“Juuuuuude,” Pet called out the moment she heard the door shut. I tensed and took off my coat. She was locked in her room, as usual, but had obviously been at her door listening for my arrival.
“What is it?” I asked and paused just outside on my way to my bedroom.
“Can I come out now? You’re late.”
“Long day at work. Let me shower and I’ll come get you.”
“I’ll shower with you. I can scrub your back,” she said in a seductive purr.
“It’s okay, Pet,” I replied, “I’ll be quick.”
“Jude!” she cried out as I hurried down the hall. Her constant need was already grating on my nerves and I’d only just returned from work.
Well, the warehouse.
I still had dried blood on my chin and droplets on my white work shirt. I had to destroy all evidence, throw it in the washer with double bleach before tossing it in the trash.
I set the cycle on wash, dumped a cup of bleach in with all my clothes, from the four thousand dollar custom suit to the five hundred dollar shirt, to my socks and tie. It was all in the washer on the hottest setting, in a bleachy, DNA destroying soup.
I hopped in the shower and reflected on the time I’d just spent with Patty. My cock hardened as I thought about her helpless body, used and abused for my pleasure alone.
As many men as she’d been with, I would be the last.
I stroked myself and thought about the moment I would immortalize her, slash her throat and thrust myself deep inside that hot, tight cunt of hers as her blood drained down the front of her, smearing on me as I came.
I grunted and shot another load into the drain and let the steamy water pour down me. I hit the button and felt jets of hot water hit my body from all sides, an aquatic massage, erasing any trace of Patty and the stress of the day.
If only Pet could relax, play her part a little better; I might not need to keep a girl on the side.
But the reality of keeping a real human girl alive and in my life as my love was far different than I’d ever imagined.
And mother, dear mother. She wanted to meet the girl I was living with now. She’d texted me moments after Dad had left my office, demanding I bring this girl to their house Sunday at eleven sharp.
Brunch with the parents. How pedestrian.
Although the idea of it held a certain appeal. I’d seen the disappointment in my father’s eyes from the day I was born. I’d seen his doubt and disbelief even this morning. I would prove him wrong.
This would all be worth it to see him watching me care for Pet, such a beautiful and ethereal woman.
I’d just have to make sure the old man didn’t get her alone; his cock did have a nasty habit of straying.
I finished the shower, toweled off and got into comfortable sweat pants and a tee shirt. I thought about taking Pet out on the town for a practice run, to test her loyalty before Sunday, but decided against it. I was exhausted.
I unlocked her door and she threw herself into my arms, covered my neck and chest with kisses and said, “Oh my god, I miss you so much during the day!”
I imagined it would be tough on her, being locked in that room with essentially no outside communication.
“Easy,” I laughed, “I’m right here.”
“I’m so scared you won’t come back one day,” she said, “is there any backup plan in place? Just in case something happens to you? What if I’m trapped in there?”
“Shhhh you won’t be, Pet,” I said, “Everything will be all right.”
“How can you say that?” she asked and clung to me,
trembling, “you can’t promise that nothing will happen.” She seemed to be working herself up into near hysteria.
“You’re meeting my parents this weekend,” I blurted. I’d wanted to size her up and gauge her reliability a little further, but dammit, I just wanted her to settle down.
“What?” she whispered and looked up at me.
My heart did a little lurch in my chest and at that moment I knew that without a doubt, this was love. I loved her more than anything else in that instant. I needed to freeze that, bottle it up, and pull it out to snort a little when she irritated me.
“Yes,” I said, “we’ve been invited over for brunch on Sunday, and after our time together, I believe you should meet.”
“Oh wow,” she said, “what should I wear? What are they like? What should I bring?”
“Oh don’t worry about a thing,” I told her, “I’m having a shopping service visit you tomorrow evening, you can pick out anything you want. I would suggest casual garden party elegance. Mother always serves brunch on the patio. As for the rest, you don’t need to think about it. They will love you, and you just need to bring yourself.”
“Oh Jude,” she said, “I’m so excited. Nervous and excited.”
“I know,” I replied, “but I’m hungry, so shall we go prepare dinner?”
“Prepare dinner,” she said affecting my accent and intonation, “I’d say make dinner, but I like the way you say it much more. Prepare dinner.”
“I’ll make a proper lady out of you after all, Ms. Doolittle,” I chuckled and followed her down the hall to the kitchen.
She turned back, “Who?” she asked.
“Never mind,” I said and smacked her perfect, tight ass, “Just go make me something to eat.”
Baby steps. She’d learn everything she needed to know eventually. She was a smart girl.
***
“Jude,” Pet’s voice broke through some barrier and woke me up. I rolled over and stared at her.
“What is it?” I asked and wondered what time it was. It was the middle of the night.
“I just had a really weird dream, I need you to hold me.”
I rolled over and opened my arms, she snuggled in and I closed them around her. We fit perfectly together, if there was any indication that our bodies had been created to be together, this was it. When we were pressed up against one another, we were absolutely, brilliantly, undeniably meant to be.
I took a deep breath and started to drift back to sleep.
“Do you want to know what it was about?” she asked sleepily.
“Sure,” I said, half awake.
“You were stabbing me,” she said and shuddered, “I was trying to push you off of me, but you were fucking me and slicing this knife into my throat. I couldn’t talk. It was like you didn’t know it was me.”
She didn’t sound upset though, that was the odd part. I didn’t detect any distress. I woke up immediately, pushed myself up slightly to look at her and said, “Did this scare you?”
“I don’t know,” she replied.
I fell back down and pulled her up onto my chest, facing me. The dim light from outside was enough to illuminate her face. “What do you mean you don’t know?” I laughed, “Did I scare you or didn’t I?”
“At first you did,” she said and then a sly grin slowly crept onto her face, “but then it was…”
“It was what?” I asked almost breathlessly. I had an idea where Pet was taking this, and it excited me very much.
“It was orgasmic,” she replied and slid her hand down my chest, along my abdomen and found my cock. It stirred in her hand and went rock hard at her next words. “I wanted to fuck,” she continued and stroked me, “it was like I was watching it happen, and all I wanted to do was fuck you as the blood came. Is that weird?”
“Not at all,” I said and angled my cock for her hot cunt, “not strange at all.”
I thrust up and found her entrance, pushed her down on top of me and heard her gasp.
“I wanted to slide myself in the blood, Jude,” she breathed out as she moved herself down my shaft, “I wanted you to stab her and fuck me as she died. Does that make me a psycho?”
“No more than me, Pet,” I said and pushed myself up again, held her arms tight and watched her beautiful breasts bounce as I fucked her from below. The look of ecstasy on her face as she described a murder egged me on. The thought of Pet sharing that particular part of my life was a greater thrill than I’d ever imagined.
We came together, babbling words of death and killing, and the madness we shared in that moment drew us closer in our bonds than anything we could do in the secular world.
She was coming into my world now, my world of madness and power, of smug superiority and elusive command over life itself.
As we lay in each other’s arms afterwards, I contemplated taking her fantasy to the next level.
And thought it might be time Pet met Patty. It might be time I integrate her fully into my life.
I couldn’t wait to see if she could kill.
Chapter Eight
Ronnie
“Jude, baby. Would you hand me the remote control? I hate this movie and want to watch something else.”
Twisting his strong and lean body over to reach the remote on the table, Jude was silent as he moved to comply with my request. He’d been anxious lately; a little too rough when fucking me and a little too distant when his dick wasn’t in my body.
“Here.” He dropped the remote on my stomach, the tone of the one word he’d spoken cold and unapologetic. My legs were draped over his and our bodies were languid in my bed. He’d removed all my clothes when he came in the room tonight, telling me he liked the look of my skin. I’d expected sex, but his mind was somewhere else.
I was a possession to him. The feeling of being owned growing progressively worse as the days went on. Some nights, he was on fire, fucking me in every position possible and showing me things about myself that I’d never thought were possible. Most times, I couldn’t believe that I enjoyed the pain he gave me, especially after enduring the abuse from Billy. But it was a different kind of pain, the type that told me I was cherished and that I was the type of woman that men liked to hurt.
Jude hurt me, but I enjoyed the hurt, and for that I could be thankful.
The television blared, the rerun I was watching of some mafia series that barely interested me. People screamed as the main character rushed in to settle a debt.
“What is this garbage you’re watching?” Jude complained in a sleepy tone. “Turn it off. The relentless screaming is giving me a headache.”
“The show is alright. It’s about a mafia king who runs a crime network, but doesn’t send out his cronies to do his dirty work. Any person who owes him money and doesn’t pay up is killed off.”
Jude blinked and shook his head in disgust. “First off, Pet, you have your terminology incorrect. There is no such thing as a Mafia King. There are mob Bosses, sometimes even referred to as the Godfather. But never a King. The mafia is not a monarchy. And what kind of asinine screenwriter would have the boss doing his own dirty work? Plus, killing everybody who owes you money? How will he ever get paid? None of it makes sense. Turn this shit off.”
I hit the button on the remote and sighed.
“What’s on your mind tonight, Jude? You seem distant.”
“Just tired from work.”
“Is that why you got home late?”
He was silent, and I wasn’t surprised. He was always quiet about where he went late at night, about what it was about his job that was so distressing.
Over the weeks I’d lived with him, he’d told me about his family and especially about his parents. I was terrified to meet them this weekend, but fascinated.
The stories he told me made me feel things too. Things I hadn’t felt since I was young and would accompany my mom at her work. It had been a long time since I was in the house of a wealthy person, but the bits and pieces I did remember from my yout
h came springing back every time he told me about his life.
“I don’t want to do this tonight, Pet.”
His words startled me and I twisted around to look at him. “Do what?”
“This!” His hands spread out as he motioned around the room. “I’m not the type of man to play house. I don’t want to come home and tell you about my day. I don’t want to cook dinner together every night and then come back here to watch television. My life is more important than that.”
A normal woman would have cringed at that moment, upset by his tone of voice and the cruelty of his words. But what he’d said had been a walk in the park compared to what Billy used to say to me. I was thick skinned when it came to words. It was fists that were the hardest to handle.
“Fine. I’m sorry I asked.”
When he looked at me, there was an odd expression on his face. Anger flashed in his eyes and the color of his cheeks was stained red.
His hand slid up my body, over my breasts until his palm rested against my throat. His finger and thumb squeezed, pushing into the muscle and applying slight pressure to my trachea. I wasn’t scared. He liked to choke me when he was turned on and I always noticed how he found ways to touch my neck. What was it about that part of my body that attracted his attention? I wasn’t sure and I brushed it off as one of those weird kinks that every person has.
“What did you just say to me? Was that defiance? After everything I’ve done for you?”
I couldn’t help the way I was feeling. Maybe, I’d grown stronger since Billy. But whatever it was, it was enough to allow me to speak back to him, to defend myself in small ways. “I didn’t ask you to bring me here, Jude. You wanted me. You still want me and that much is obvious by the fact that your cock is tenting in your pants.”
He glanced down at his crotch and looked back at me with a wicked sparkle in his eye. His mouth crooked at the corner, just how I liked it. Mischief and the threat of pain were written into his expression, my body readying itself for his use.