To protect his identity, he adorned a mask and stepped into the room.
“Please help me,” the girl whimpered. She was spread-eagle on the wall, her arms restrained over her head and her legs restrained wide open against the wall. His employees had done their job, and every strip of hair had been removed from the girl’s body. She couldn’t hide her responses from him. Her pussy juices were already streaming down her inner thighs at the sight of him.
“You’re not as beautiful as my Cassandra, but you at least have a very nice ass. Don’t worry, sweet Melissa, I will fuck you every possible way there is to be fucked.”
“How do you know my name?” she whispered fearfully.
“I know everything about you. I know you’re going to love fucking me tonight.”
“No, please. I want to go home,” she insisted.
“I think I’m going to fuck your ass first,” he said drolly as he unzipped his pants and began to undress.
Her eyes almost bugged from her head at the sight of him.
He stood before her now, naked except for the mask. She licked her lips and started straining against the straps that held her.
Qin smirked, knowing that she was trying to get to him, not away from him. He knew his body was in amazing shape, sculpted into a work of art. “Women love bending over for me,” he told her as he palmed his cock and ran his fist over the impressive length.
“Please, please take me,” she pleaded suddenly.
“What about your fiancé, Melissa? Do you remember him?” Qin wanted her to remember her betrayal.
Her eyes clouded with fear. “Oh God, please don’t tell him,” she pleaded again.
He stroked his cock again and moved closer to her.
She ran a long wet tongue over her lips. “Please, I just need a few strokes to take the edge off.” She was almost sobbing now.
“What is your fiancé’s name?” he persisted.
“Fuck him!” she growled.
Qin laughed. “I would rather fuck you.”
“Please help me.” She sounded even more pissed. Her eyes glistened, almost appearing to be in a delirious fever.
Qin just loved fucking with her mind. No one could resist this drug of his ancestors. “I would much prefer to fuck you, Melissa.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“I will give you what you want, but you have to obey,” he warned her.
She nodded in agreement. “Yes, anything please.”
Qin closed the remaining distance between them.
She started shaking violently at just his male scent. The tips of her breasts appeared as though they were hard marble, her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and the lips of her pussy were drenched with her essence.
He released the straps securing her feet first and then the others at her wrists. Although he had anticipated it, he was still amused by her immediate attempt to kiss him. He held her at arm’s length with easy strength. “No, Melissa, I don’t kiss black girls. I’ll fuck you, but kissing is not an option,” he told her coldly. He had deliberately hardened his voice. No way was he going to seduce her further.
“Please,” she sobbed.
“Tell me, Melissa, have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
“No, that’s a sin.”
Qin laughed. Oh yes, before this night is over, she’s going to betray her man and her God. “I’m going to fuck that ass, Melissa.”
“No, that’s an abomination!” She started taking steps away from him.
Qin reached out and run the rough pad of a finger over her beaded nipple.
“Oooooh!” she screamed as her body dissolved into an orgasm, trembling violently.
Qin waited until her body calmed down from that release. “Ask me to fuck that ass, Melissa,” he demanded, trailing his fingers over her stomach.
She started quivering again, her body begging to be possessed. “Oh please, please.” She squirmed where she stood, looking at him as if he was her first meal after months of starvation.
“Ask me. Say, Master, please fuck my ass,” he instructed her. He slipped a thick finger in her pussy.
“Oooooh,” she moaned loudly, and tears leaked from her eyes at the bliss of it.
He withdrew the finger and stepped out of her reach.
She cried out in frustration.
“Ask!” His voice had grown hard again.
She looked him directly in the eyes and growled, “Master, please fuck my ass!”
“Bend over and touch your ankles,” Qin demanded calmly.
With tears of frustration in her eyes, Melissa eagerly did as he demanded.
Oh yes, I can always depend on black girls having amazing asses. Qin wasted no time in impaling her.
She screamed with lust and pain throughout the night.
***
Xavier awoke slowly to a throbbing in his balls and an insistent sucking on his dick. He growled as the pleasure of it sizzled up his spine. Cassandra’s silky body was sprawled on top of him. Her hips straddled his chest, and her head was buried beneath the covers with her lips and hand wrapped around his hard length. She had obviously been at it for awhile. The tip of his cock was being sucked down her throat, and she had the base palmed with her fingers working feverishly, gliding up and down trying to feed more of him into her hot mouth.
He was already leaking pre-cum, and she was hungrily sucking and swallowing every drop of him. This made his eyes cross with lust and his throat to go dry from the need to also taste her. He gripped her thighs and pulled her sex over his face.
She growled a protest as some inches of his cock slipped from her mouth before she greedily sucked him back in again.
He lapped up her soaked pussy with his tongue. Each stroke of his tongue made her tremble with need. She hummed and moaned lustily as her tongue curled around his broad head. He pulled her plump clit into his mouth and sucked hard on the sensitive bud. Her essence drenched his face as she came hard. Her throat closed over him, and her fingers gripped his balls hard. He roared as his seed flooded her mouth.
He turned her a few moments later and kissed her deeply, loving the taste of their combined juices on each other’s lips. He slipped his still-hard length into her heat and rocked them both to another orgasm. Cassandra curled into him afterward and promptly fell asleep.
Xavier rolled to his feet to stand beside the bed an hour later. The loud sound of the wind outside had awakened him moments ago. The room was in complete darkness, only a sliver of light visible from beneath the door. It was impossible to tell what time it was. However, he felt well rested and knew he had at least slept seven hours. He knew it was late in the morning.
The noise from the outside could clearly be heard, and the fresh, purifying scent of rain perfumed the room. He tried to move around the room without making a sound and without waking Cassandra, but that was a painful endeavor. He kept stabbing his toes into furniture and even toppled a small side lamp from a desk.
“What’s going on?” Cassandra asked him groggily.
“I don’t know yet, but it looks like the storm has intensified,” he said grimly. “The electricity is out, and I can’t see a damn thing.”
Her husky laugh filled the room. “Yeah, that’s what normally happens during a hurricane.”
“I can’t see to put on my damn pants!”
Cassandra laughed again. “Did you try opening the door a little so you can see?”
“Did I mention that I don’t have any pants on?” Xavier muttered.
“I’m sure there’s no one out there waiting to get a peek at your Mr. Johnson.”
He gave a short bark of laughter. “My what?”
“Your Mr. Johnson, Mr. Wee Wee, nah, that’s not right. Your long dong dong,” she teased.
“You have no respect.” He moved to open the door slightly.
“I stand corrected.” Cassandra giggled as she lifted her head and leered at him. “That’s a python!”
Xavier dropped down on top of her a
nd held her to the bed. “There’s a price to be paid for making fun of your man.”
She grinned up at him. “I—”
A strong gust of wind blew through the door, bringing in some rain and debris from the outside. Xavier sprung from the bed to close the door.
They were again plunged into darkness.
“Damn, the carpet is already wet.” Xavier stumbled about the room again, finally found his pants, and pulled them and his boots on.
“Living in Florida, I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of hurricanes.”
“I have, but not in surroundings quite this primitive. I’m going out to find us some food and light.” Xavier opened the door again to go out.
“Now that’s what I like. My man going out into the wilderness to hunt and bring meat to our humble abode.” Cassandra giggled when he frowned at her. “I feel like one of those women from the frontier.”
Xavier shook his head at her teasing. “Behave until I get back.” He closed the door behind him and was immediately soaked with an onslaught of rain and wind. The wind gust was so strong that he fought to take each step in his eight-yard walk to the door leading to the lobby area of the hotel. The manager of the hotel must have seen him coming because he opened the door as soon as Xavier arrived in front of it.
“I was just coming to bring you some food and drink,” the manager shouted to be heard above the wind and rain. He closed the door behind them, and Xavier walked behind him farther into the lobby. An older dark-skinned woman, watching their progress into the room, smiled when Xavier nodded at her in greeting.
“Good morning.” His deep baritone voice echoed through the otherwise empty hall.
“Good mornin’, sir.” The older woman came toward him. As she continued smiling, he couldn’t help but note the gaping hole where her two front teeth should have been. The guileless joy on her face made him smile back at her.
“I’m Janet, this old fart’s wife.” She reached out and shook his hand.
The manager snorted at her description of him.
“You shouldn’t have come out in dis,” Janet scolded. “Dis storm is now bordering on a Category 4 hurricane.”
“We needed food and light,” Xavier told her.
“Oh, my Raymond can get dat for ya. Ain’t like he doing anyting.”
“Well, since you’re here, I can give you this basket Janet prepared for you.” Raymond seemed relieved to hand him a large basket. “This should last you for today. I will bring more tonight so you can have a hot dinner.”
“Thank you.” Xavier was impressed that the frail-looking Raymond could lift such a heavy basket. The couple had to be fairly old, but they appeared very fit and strong.
“By the way, they found y’all pilot.” Raymond continued speaking as he turned to gather two oil lanterns.
“The pilot? Where is he?” Xavier was now more alert. He would love to question the bastard.
Raymond shook his head. “The wind took him south side, and he landed in some trees. The police bringing him here when the storm pass.”
“Where is he now?” Xavier wasn’t about to take the storm as an obstacle to a determined killer.
“They set up a shelter in the church hall in Fresh Creek.”
“How far away is that?” Xavier wanted to know.
Raymond laughed. “In this storm and the number of holes in the road, it would take hours to get there.”
“Let me know as soon as the pilot gets here.”
“No problem,” Raymond said cheerfully.
“Y’all survival is all over the news,” Janet offered. “God works in mysterious ways. In all my seventy-six years, I have never seen the like.”
Xavier wasn’t feeling so blessed. He was too busy looking at their temporary shelter for security weaknesses. Qin would know to look for them, and Xavier was still uncertain as to where the pilot came into this. The Triads were not known to contract out their work, and he was fairly certain Qin hadn’t wanted Cassandra dead.
Hours later Cassandra stepped out of the bathroom after a cold shower. Wearing only a towel secured at her breasts, she walked into the lantern-lit bedroom. Xavier was still sitting in the same armchair in the corner of the room where she had left him. He had been pensive ever since he’d returned to the room.
The storm continued raging outside, sometimes with harrowing intensity. Although she had lived through numerous hurricanes, the sound of the constant whipping of the winds—woo, woo, woo—was still unsettling. The inky darkness from the sheets of rain outside, and the occasional loud sounds of trees uprooting or crashing through nearby structures, made for a disturbing experience. No electricity. No communication. No hope that it would end any time soon. All combined to send apprehensive shivers up her spine. She doubted that this was what was on Xavier’s mind however.
“What’s going on? And don’t tell me nothing because I can see that something’s bothering you.”
Xavier blanked his expression and twisted his lips in a smile. “The storm seems to be intensifying.”
Cassandra raised an eyebrow. “I told you don’t try that. I know this storm doesn’t bother you. So spill it. What did you find out when you went out there?’
He sighed. “I need you to stay with me always.”
“Why?” She was getting impatient with his cryptic attitude.
He stood and came slowly toward her.
Cassandra took a step back for every step forward Xavier took toward her. “You’re not going to distract me, X. So stop right there.”
“I’m not trying to distract you. In fact, I think I’m the one being distracted.” He smiled at her again, and this time the humor sparkled in his eyes. “I miss you,” he said softly.
“We’ve been sequestered in this room for hours. How could you possibly miss me?”
He closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. “Let me clarify.” He trailed his lips down her cheek and the side of her neck. “My python misses his nesting place.” He nibbled her lower lip and reached beneath her towel to palm her naked ass, pulling her closer to him. The rough material of his jeans scraped against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Although she saw through his diversion tactic, Cassandra melted under the onslaught of sensations assailing her. Giving into her need to touch him, she tenderly nibbled his lower lip.
He accepted her light caresses at first but seemed to get impatient and covered her mouth with his in a ravenous kiss. He lifted her off her feet to give him better access. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his lean waist, clutching him tight against her feverish skin.
She moaned as he deepened the kiss. She rubbed the throbbing flesh of her clit against his chiseled stomach and quivered at the jolt of piercing lust craning through her. He backed her against the wall and slipped his hand between them to unclasp his jeans. Her head fell against the wall as he thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth and he slid his cock up into her dripping heat.
The feel of his thick length scraping against her inner walls made her keen over and over again with each swivel of his hips. He showed no mercy, holding nothing back as drilled up into her. Gone was the gentle lover of the night before. Today, he was demanding, unrelenting, and didn’t hesitate to bury every inch of his impressive length deep within her. Tears leaked from her eyes at the piercing sensations flowing like electricity through her body.
He released her lips, allowing both of them much-needed air, and trailed his lips down her neck and to the top of her creamy breast. He bent his head and pulled the hard tip of her breast into his warm mouth. Cassandra screamed as he drove hard and deep into her. She clung to him, screeching in pleasure-pain, as it felt as though he was lodged in her lower stomach.
He switched to the other breast, sucking the other nipple deep into his mouth.
She gripped his head, holding him to her breast.
His fingers tightened on the cheeks of her ass, separating them as he slowed his hips, drivi
ng up slow, angling his hard cock to abrade against her clit and hit her G-spot mercilessly.
Cassandra lost all reason, her senses reeling with exquisite sensation. She screamed, climaxing for endless seconds into a mindless void of pleasure.
Xavier held her with effortless strength as he rode through her orgasm, forcing her into another release as his seed burst from him, flooding her womb.
Much later, when they reclined naked on the bed, listening to the vicious wind and rain still pummeling the island, they talked and ate. He asked her about school and about her plans to play in the WNBA.
Cassandra started laughing.
“Why are you laughing?” He turned her in his arms so she could see his frown.
It took her a moment to sober, and then she grinned, unable to ignore the humor in their situation. He seemed puzzled by her laughter. “I can’t believe that you’re now remembering my future plans when, at the rate we’re going, they are definitely in serious jeopardy of changing.”
His frown persisted. He wasn’t getting what she was hinting at.
“Forgive me if I’m wrong, but we’ve been making love at every opportunity since we’ve gotten here.”
“Yes, I thought that I wasn’t alone in wanting to make love. You don’t want us to be lovers?”
Cassandra rolled her eyes at his growing anger at just the thought of her not wanting to be his lover. “I’m not saying that at all. My point is that my plans for my future haven’t changed. I’m going back to college in a few weeks and hope to be drafted next summer. Nothing has changed there.” She held his gaze, ensuring that he understood how resolute she was in this.
“Yes, I know. And I support that.” He nodded solemnly.
She grinned suddenly. “I just assumed that your nonchalant attitude toward birth control had to do with you wanting to become a stay-at-home dad,” she teased.
Xavier didn’t return her smile.
“What is it?” she asked, losing the smile on her lips really quick.
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