The way I see it, it’s his fault he fucked up that bomb and got scarred. The way he sees it, it’s my fault and he is out for blood. The biggest issue is that the man is a meth addict and meth addicts are hard as hell to kill. You can beat them, shoot them, or try and burn them alive and they just keep coming back for more.
I knew the day was coming that I would have to face him again, but I never counted on having the confrontation with my woman in tow. I have to kill him or he is going to come after my one and only weakness—Stormy.
Lozado
Beth watches from the bed as I sit in a throne type chair while my slave kneels on a satin pillow at my feet.
I tap a crop against the side of the chair and hiss, “Present!”
My slave rises like a Goddess out of the earth. Watching her in slave positions is something I never tire of; she is the best slave in these parts and she is mine. The Masters and Doms in the area even beg to have her train them in slave positions because she is such an expert. A slave or sub being able to master the different positions is a biggie in the lifestyle because it adds to their eroticism.
I reach out to slap Claudia’s breast with the crop I’m holding and she sucks in a small breath in response to the pain. The girl can take the pain I dish out like nobody else. She is the perfect masochist to my sadist and, believe me, I am a one sadistic mother fucker.
“Who does your pussy get wet for, slave?”
“Sir, you. Nobody but you.”
I lean in, rolling one of her nipples between my fingers as I speak, “You want me to fuck you. Don’t you, slave?”
“Sir, there is nothing I want more than that.”
I put my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Then crawl your ass over to that bed.”
Claudia obeys and I make my way over to the bed to bend down and whisper in Beth’s ear, “You belong to me now, little girl.”
Claudia has already begun her assault on Beth so I ask her, “That feels good, doesn’t it?”
Her breath is coming in gasps and her body is trembling.
“Give into it. That’s it. That’s it. There it is. Go on and come for Sir.
The little virgin, who is now my property, claws into my arm as her body shakes.
This time, I growl a warning into her ear, “Don’t you ever come again without my permission or I’ll take my belt to ya. Do you understand me, girl?”
I fist her hair by the roots and say, “Right about now would be a good time for you to say, ‘yes, Sir’.”
“Yes, Sir.” she whimpers.
I remove my clothes and position myself behind Claudia, thrusting into her while eyeing Beth the whole time.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, little girl.”
She chews at her bottom lip nervously but she keeps her eyes focused on me—her new owner.
I can tell she doesn’t understand everything that is happening but I can also tell that she likes her new family and has every intention on staying. Like I said before… I’m damn good at reading my women and this one is proving to be no different.
Miller
I make my way into the bedroom where Stormy is packing. I look over her shoulder and grab a pair of stilettos she is trying to sneak into her suitcase.
“What the fuck are these?”
“I’m going to a place full of beautiful women and I have to look like a tomboy, or worse yet, your little sister. That isn’t fair.”
I grab a fistful of hair and swing her around, glaring into her face. I’m pissed she didn’t listen and fucking obey me. I have a reason for everything I do and it usually has something to do with keeping her safe.
“How about you just don’t go?” I ask her, threatening her and ready to show her I’ll follow through on it.
“You need me!”
“What I need is a woman who listens and obeys.”
“Fuck that chauvinistic shit, Miller.”
“You need your ass beat, girl.” Now she’s scared and my cock’s hard because of it. Yeah…I’m twisted. What can I say?
“Get those daisy dukes off, girl,” I growl as I watch her expression to get a read on her. She’s just as twisted as I am. She’s scared to death but, at the same time, turned on because she has no idea what I might do to her. Then again, I’m not yet sure what I might do to her either.
I can smell her arousal already and in one swift move, I whip her around, twist her arm behind her back, and smash her face first into the mattress. I pick up one of the five inch stilettos that started this fight and place it at her opening. “Fuck that chauvinistic shit? No... how about you fuck this?”
She surprises me when she pushes back against the spiked heel and I watch as her body swallows it up. Now that is just fucking hot. One thing I will say is that sex is never boring with Stormy because it’s never the same. Watching her fuck this shoe is turning me on; time to mark my woman. I pull the heel out and take my cock from my pants, slowly making my way inside the woman I love.
“Who do you belong to? Whose name is tattooed on that sweet little neck of yours?” I pull her hair to the side to look at the tattoo I branded her with as I fuck her. Yeah, she is mine.
“You, Miller, nobody but you.”
“You know I’ll kill you,” I offhandedly decree. She knows I will if she ever tries to leave me.
“I don’t want to leave.”
“Smart girl.”
I grab her hips and bring myself right to the point of climaxing only to pull out and spray my seed all over her back. “I’m marking you.” I slather my essence all over that sweet, tan back of hers. Every day I become more obsessed with this woman of mine. I have to kill this next hit before he comes after her. She is safer with me than here alone but I still can’t shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen.
Chapter Four
Lozado
In spite of my reputation for being a cold-hearted bastard with a sadistic side, I’ve taken a liking to Beth and I refer to her as Little Bit.
She likes to stay glued to my side and I let her. I guess she feels safe with me and can often be found peeking out from behind my back. I have firmly mandated that when Beth is not in my presence, Claudia had better be looking after her. She was a virgin when she came to me and nobody is to touch her; that goes for Claudia as well. Without my permission, there will be no play time. Claudia has consented to this as she always does to anything I demand of her.
I know Claudia doesn’t feel threatened by Beth. In her mind, it’s apples and oranges. She knows that much of what I feel for Beth is tenderness; it is as if Beth is a little and she needs to be protected. As always, I’m certain I’ve pegged her correctly. As I have already stated, if I know anything, I know women and I damn sure know my women.
If I had to label it, I would have to say that Claudia falls under the category of being my slave, but I don’t permit anyone to call me Master. It’s a religious thing with me. The girls calling me Sir is fine. I know who and what I am, and they damn sure better know it too.
It is one of the days that I have Beth with me and I take her into my bedroom and lock the door. The memory of her first time with a man will be something she treasures for the rest of her life. I want to make certain she knows we share an intimate bond that will remain in place forever, tying her to me for the rest of her days on this earth.
I know it seems odd to some for a man to have more than one woman, but really, for me, it is the norm. Claudia, up to this point, has been the love of my life and we’ve only played with others. I never thought I had enough love inside me to be able to give it to more than just one woman; that is, until Beth came along. I certainly don’t love Claudia any less. It’s just different now. Claudia meets a need in me that Beth can’t, and Beth meets a need in me that Claudia can’t. It’s impossible to compare them; they’re just too different—apples and oranges. I love both of my girls and, in time, they will love each other.
“You take your clothes off, little girl, and go lie dow
n on that bed.”
She looks up at me with big, innocent, doe eyes and replies, “But I’m scared.”
I pick her chin up and rub her cheek with the back of my thumb as I look her square in the eye. “You don’t have to be scared when you are with me. You hear, girl?”
She looks at me as a tear rolls down her face and I wipe it off with the pad of my thumb. There simply is not a whole lot in this world that I have a soft spot for, but Beth crying is definitely one.
“Do what I told you to do and we’ll talk, girl.”
I sit on the edge of the bed right next to Beth’s naked form.
“You got people, girl?” I have a very thick Cajun accent and I word things a little differently than others. I smile when she doesn’t understand me but I know the expression on my face takes on a more sinister mien.
“Spread your legs, girl… That’s that thick Cajun accent you’re picking up on. It’s hard to understand me at times. Bend your knees and spread them open. Do it right for Lozado.”
I feel my sadistic side wanting to come out to play when I pick up on the fact that she’s excited and I haven’t even touched her yet.
“You got family? That’s what I’m asking you, girl.”
“I’ve got nobody, Sir,” she whines.
“Damned if you don’t!” I glare at her. “You are mine now! You listen to me and you listen to me good, girl. I am a dangerous man! I am not to be toyed with and I’ll whip you if you don’t mind me. I don’t want you out here running around alone. You are to always stay with either me or Claudia.”
“Yes, Sir,” she shyly answers. I can tell she’s intrigued by the fact that somebody wants her. I think to myself how sad it is that she has never had that before.
“And you are no longer to call me ‘Sir.’ You call me ‘Daddy’ from here on out.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whines.
I reach over and place my finger in her tiny, little opening. “Oh my little girl likes Lozado, doesn’t she?” I stare into her eyes and tell her, “You are soaking wet, girl.”
I use my other hand and run a nipple between two fingers. I watch her, intrigued, as she eyes me with big, innocent eyes and little squeaks sporadically escape her lips.
“Daddy,” she whimpers, “I like how you make me feel.”
“How do I make you feel, girl?”
“Like you are going to eat me up,” she answers.
I can tell my lip is snarled because I am going to eat her alive. I warned her I would take her places she could never return from and I meant it. I have no guilt about taking her for her first time. I’m a very bad man and guilt never enters the equation.
“I am going to eat you up, girl. I want to make you mine and mine alone!”
I position myself between her legs, slowly opening her up, as I watch her face. I study my women; I always have and I always will. There is nothing I enjoy more than playing around in a woman’s psyche.
“It’s time for me to explore and you need to keep your damn eyes open, Little Bit.”
I move between her legs and I spread her open so I can run the flat of my tongue over her.
“Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, you make me feel like I’ve never felt before.”
I smack my hand down, stinging her thigh with my palm. “Don’t you ever come, girl, not without my permission. They’ll be no masturbating either. From here on, you get what you need from me. I own your pleasure and I damn sure own your pain. Now, you be a good girl and come for Daddy. Mmm, you taste divine. You have a perfect, little, virgin cunt, untainted by any other.”
I place my finger in her while taunting her with my tongue.
She is whimpering and squeaking like a little puppy, “Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, I’ll do anything that you want me to do.”
Bingo! Let the training begin… Once you hear a woman say she’ll do anything, you’ve officially begun the process of getting into her head. Once you’re in a woman’s head, you own her.
I have to pin her hips down as she suddenly shoots off of the bed, still screaming out, “Daddy, I’ll do anything!”
I mount her and I’m shocked when she shyly reaches up and takes my hair out of the band that secures it. Normally, I would jump all over one of my women for touching me without permission but I just can’t seem to make myself reprimand her. Her innocence brings forth something inside me I thought had long ago died due to life’s hard knocks—a softer, gentler side.
She plays with my hair and eyes me adoringly like I have the answer to all of her problems.
“I’ll kill anybody who gets near my little Angel,” I vow to her. I slowly enter and exit her virgin opening that now belongs to me while simultaneously watching every minute detail on Beth’s face. “I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my cock. Open your eyes, girl.”
“I’m trying, Daddy,” she stammers. “I don’t know what you are doing to me but it feels so good.”
“Yeah… break that little, virgin cunt in for me, and me only,” I hiss through gritted teeth. I reach down and latch on to a tit with my mouth. As soon as I start to suck, she loses it.
She is screaming out, “Daddy, I’m going to come and I don’t want to get in trouble.”
I rub her hair as I watch her, “That’s Daddy’s good, little girl, asking for permission.” I grit my teeth, “Damn girl, that little cunt of yours is locked onto me, throbbing. That is so damn good.”
She begins to convulse as tears roll down her face. I can feel her tighten around me as she climaxes like it will never end.
I’m still watching her face and reading her like a book as she looks in my eyes earnestly.
“Um girl, that tight, little cunt of yours feels so damn good. You look at me, little girl. Don’t ever mistake my kindness for weakness. If you disobey me in any way, I’ll whip you, I will discipline you, and I, most certainly, will make you mind me.”
I can tell by her fear filled eyes that she believes what I’m saying is true. She needs to be scared of me; it will ensure her safety. Yes, she needs to be very afraid of me.
“I’ll be good for you,” she answers.
“That’s a good girl… Daddy’s good, little girl…”
Miller
I eye my precious, little, killing partner. She’s sitting next to me in first class on a plane bound for Louisiana.
“I need to fill you in on some things and I need you to listen and take what I’m saying in all seriousness because it truly is a matter of life and death.
“The man who called me to come over and help him basically runs Louisiana. I served with his son, Bo, in Afghanistan and I can’t recall ever seeing a soldier who enjoys killing as much as that boy does. It isn’t the fact that he has no problem with shooting men between the eyes; it is the fact that he enjoys gutting them. These boys over here are from the swamplands and they’re just as much animals as they are men. They are cold-blooded, ruthless, crazy, killing machines. They enjoy their jobs of being the muscle for their daddy, Lozado. You’ll meet Lozado while we’re there too and he is his own brand of crazy. Believe me, it’s no wonder his boys turned out the way they did. Also, don’t be shocked when you see Lozado with more than one woman; it’s just how he rolls.
“There is one other issue: I have an enemy who is lethal. He will come after us on this trip. It’s not a matter of if, it’s only a matter of when. Therefore, it’s mandatory that we get to him first.
“You will know him when you see him because he looks like a monster. There really isn’t any other word to describe him. He is a very large and muscular man with bad burn scars on his face. I cannot stress the point enough that he eats little girls like you for dinner. He knows the only way to get to me is through you so you are not safe on this trip. He is able to get Intel due to his connections and I’m certain he is well aware I have taken you on as a trainee. Watch your back, Stormy. This is the most dangerous job we’ve been on. If it wasn’t for the fact that Bo saved my life when we were fighting together in the war, I da
mn sure wouldn’t be coming down here to the bayou.
“For Bo to call us in for a meeting today tells me there has been a rush put on things. Lozado and both his sons will be at this meeting and I want you to just watch and listen. They don’t take kindly to women being involved in business in these parts. There are very few men in my line of work who have female partners so you should count yourself lucky.” Even though I’m teasing her, it really is true that not many men in my position would partner up with a woman. Unconventional as it is, there is no one I trust more with my life than my Stormy…
Chapter Five
Lozado
I have worked hard to become a force to be reckoned with in Louisiana. I run the strip clubs here and even the Bosses answer to me. I guarantee anybody who has ever been stupid enough to cross me, has not lived to tell of it.
I stand at a long, lean 6’3”. I keep my hair pulled back in a ponytail and it is so long and thick, it looks more like a lion’s mane. I have been told that as soon as you look at me, it is evident you are in the presence of a very sinister man. I can’t say if that’s true or not, but I do know that the same was said about my daddy. I was raised to do what I do and to carry on the legacy of the Cajun mafia. I was trained by the best of the best—my daddy.
My girls tell me that my eyes are steel grey and my features literally appear to be carved of stone. All I know is my mother was European and my father was Cajun, straight out of the bayou Cajun. It has been said I am the perfect mix of class, from the European side, and boisterous, from the Cajun side.
I’m sitting at the head of a long table with Claudia’s voluptuous sex pot presence right beside me. She’s wearing a black and pink corset, a matching G-string, and a powder pink satin robe, left open so that when she walks, it literally flows behind her. She is a legend in these parts and she is mine.
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