A Death Wish (Texas Oil Book 4)

by Dakota Black

  They walked inside, moving toward the back of the building and up a single flight of stairs. The hotel was never fully occupied but the owner, a former fellow Marine, allowed them a room located far away from prying eyes or ears. No questions were ever asked.

  Snake shoved the key into the lock, twisting the handle. The room had the same smell, a light stench of too many stale cigarettes and booze, a light wafting of sex. Moonlight streamed in through the narrow slits in the blinds, adding enough light for the evening’s event. They were both no one in a shit hole. The place was perfect.

  Olivia removed her coat, folding the no doubt expensive tailor-made piece over the back of a chair then proceeded to slip out of her dress and heels. She never wore any underwear, a simple requirement he’d made from the beginning. When she was fully naked, she eased onto her knees, bending at the waist, her arms over her head, waiting for his direction.

  He hadn’t brought his bag of implements or a special whip, only the clamps and chains secured in his jacket pocket. While his mood and hunger was dark, perhaps bordering on heinous, he desired a simple meeting. Maybe he needed to believe he was normal, somewhere deep inside. The thought gave him a smile.

  Yanking the silver chain from his pocket, he held the nipple and clit clamps in front of him, allowing the clamps to clink against the metal. He could sense her moment of fear, trepidation that affected her breathing.

  Snake crouched down, rubbing the tips of his fingers down the length of her spine. She was full figured, her breasts considered voluptuous, but her waist remained small. An hour glass beauty. He allowed his fingers to travel to the crack of her ass.

  She reached back, using both hands to open her ass cheeks and lifted her hips into the air, her face pressed against the cheap, cold tile. Sliding his index finger into his mouth, he slickened it before wiggling the tip into her asshole. There was always a sense of relief as he pumped in and out, adding a second then third finger when she relaxed. Fucking a woman in the ass was a favorite.

  She whimpered slightly then clamped her ass muscles around the thick invasion, but she remained shivering.

  Snake continued to thrust in and out then exhaled before standing. Fisting her hair, he yanked her head until she looked into his eyes. After a slight jerk, she struggled to rise to her feet, her hands at her sides. Using one hand, he cupped and squeezed her breast, rolling the soft flesh in his fingers as he dug the tips into her tender tissue.

  Olivia’s lower lip continued to quiver, but her expression was one of heated desire as well as letting go.

  “My beautiful whore.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Rubbing the flat of his hand down her stomach, he fingered her shorn pussy, nodding in approval. She never failed him. “Open your legs.”

  “Yes, sir.” Obeying without hesitation, she widened her stance.

  Snake pinched both nipples, twisting and pulling until they stood at full attention. Her aureoles were large, a rosy pink. Bending down, he sucked on one, swirling his tongue then biting down. He loved the taste of her skin, sweet. Salty. When he was satisfied, he eased back and held out the clamps, his eyes twinkling.

  Her mouth was no longer quaking, her lips now in a perfect ‘O’. Arching her back, she jutted out her breasts, offering. Begging.

  He wasted no time, opening the first nipple clamp and admiring the thick steel. Plucking her nipple until it stood at full attention, he placed the clamp around the tip, letting go with ease.

  “Oh!” Olivia closed her eyes, a slight smile on her face.

  Repeating the move on her other breast, he patted her cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her mouth before reaching between her legs. He kneaded her clit between his fingers, rolling and pinching while his mouth watered, his adrenaline flowing. After clamping her oversized clit, he stood back, admiring the way she looked. “Beautiful.”

  She opened her eyes, licking her lips, her shoulders back as if proud.

  He pointed toward the bed as he began to unbuckle his belt, allowing the well-worn leather to slide through his fingers.

  Olivia climbed onto the bed and on all fours, her face toward the window, her legs spread wide. They were only on the second floor and no doubt their nefarious act could be seen. The concept of humiliation had fascinated her from the beginning, but this was safe, a mere taste of what could be if only she would truly let go.

  That would never happen. There was too much at stake.

  Still, the concept, at least for the once famous actress now turned politician, was a powerful aphrodisiac. Something he could give her.

  Snake ran the belt under his nose, savoring the richness of the leather, the way it filled his nostrils. She was used to his level of punishment, the various implements that he’d used during the last few months. His belt was more personal.

  He stood back, admiring her form for a few seconds. This would be their last night together and he wanted to savor every moment.

  Crack!

  The belt hit her across the middle, the tip wrapping slightly around the side.

  “Oh!” The whimper was full of anguish, but she kept her position, her bobbing head the only indication that she was in pain.

  Smack! Crack!

  Every hard slap was controlled, his wrist snapping with just enough of an angle to maximize the pain.

  Pop! Crack!

  Panting, she gripped the bedding, clenching the stained comforter as she looked out the window.

  “Imagine if you were seen, men and women you know standing outside the window.” His words were husky, the tone full of intended danger.

  “Yes!”

  Slap! Crack!

  “Imagine if they took pictures, mementoes in order to savor the illicit affair.”

  “Yes, sir. Wonderful,” she whimpered, her breath sounds ragged.

  Smack! Pop!

  “Then think about the scandal as the pictures hit the newspapers, television stations, even national news.” Their game, one of her creation had once fueled him. Tonight, he was merely giving her what she craved.

  Olivia shifted back and forth, the chains rattling as her breasts swung.

  Crack! Slap!

  “Is that what you want, Olivia? To be seen as the beautiful cunt you really are?”

  “Yes, sir. God, yes.” She arched her back, jutting back her hips. “More, sir. Please.”

  Pop! Slap! Crack!

  Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, trickling and he was surprised how fuckin’ hard he remained, his balls swelling.

  Smack! Pop!

  “Do you want to be used, taken by every man you know?” he hissed, as he removed his jacket, tossing it across the room.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “What do you want, Olivia?”

  Whap! Whoosh!

  “Tell me what you desire.”

  “To be your whore forever, sir.”

  The words rang into the room, creating a tense vibe. He wiped his mouth, cognizant of her thoughts and needs. By all rights, he should stop this now, but he couldn’t. He had to finish the moment.

  Smack! Pop!

  He continued whipping her until her ass and upper thighs were marked, her skin glistening with perspiration and still, he wanted more. Dropping the belt, he advanced. As he did, he unfastened his jeans and unzipped, pulling his aching cock from the tight confines. Without hesitating, he thrust the entire length into her pussy, throwing back his head as he grabbed her hips.

  “Oh!” Tensing, she arched her back, panting, her hand slapping on the covers.

  “Tight.” He pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside then thrust again, harder and faster, plunging until the force pitched her forward. He kept his grip on her hips, the softness of her skin and snarled. His cock was slickened from her pussy, covering the length of his shaft.

  Wiggling, she looked over her shoulder, her face full of desire. “Fuck me in the ass. Please.”

  Pulling out, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock,
guiding the tip to her asshole. Pushing just inside, he chuckled. “Imagine those friends of you watching you get fucked in the ass.”

  “Oh, yes!”

  The moment he shoved his cock deep inside, shuddering as her ass muscles clenched around the tight invasion, he could swear they were indeed being watched. His instinct kicking in, he knew in his gut this had nothing to do with her.

  Someone was following him.

  Chapter 2

  Okay, you’re serious that you have no idea who that guy was?”

  Katherine lifted her gin martini and smiled at Cecilia. The woman had been her friend for years, knowing all her dirty little secrets. Well, almost. Cecilia Randolph was also a renowned judge, as hungry for sinful acts as she was. “Nope. I have some people finding out, so I know what I’m dealing with.” She winked at Jenny Marks, their other partner in crime, a district attorney from her previous office and one bitchy lady.

  “People. You know everyone in this town. Shouldn’t take long,” Jenny cooed as she fingered her wine glass. “He was hot. That much I’ll tell you. Did you notice the way his jeans were snug on that tight ass of his?”

  “Jenny!” Cecilia laughed. “But she’s right. His crotch was damn hot too. Just sayin’!”

  Chuckling, she could tell they were being watched. There were few places she could go in town that someone didn’t know her or her friends. She had her eye on a particular piece of candy, the man of choice for the evening. She’d wait until the right time. Even her friends didn’t know the man was an occasional treat.

  “How long are you in town?” Cecilia asked casually. “Long enough to fight the good fight?”

  “Very funny and maybe. At least session doesn’t start for another couple of weeks.” Katherine had the terrible feeling this situation was going to blow her schedule.

  “Don’t look now, but we’re going to have company,” Jenny said under her breath.

  “Ladies. I must say, you’re all looking fine tonight. Would any of you care to dance?” His voice was husky, dripping with sexual innuendoes.

  Katherine studied his chiseled face, the dark eyes and the way he was looking directly at her and smiled. “I’m relaxing myself. Thank you. Perhaps one of these other ladies wouldn’t mind.”

  “Hmmm… I could use a dance. Happy to taste you. I mean dance with you.” Taking a sip of her drink first, Jenny eased off the stool, allowing the man to take her hand.

  Cecilia sighed and leaned over. “I can tell you’re rattled, no matter what you say.”

  “You know me too well.”

  “That I do. Why? Because of Mr. Mysterious?”

  Katherine sat back, kicking out her leg. “That’s one reason. I don’t like not knowing a thing about my opponents, but if this thing goes south, there is no chance I’ll be taken seriously and absolutely no way I’ll get re-elected. Plus, I have the distinct feeling someone is out to take me down.”

  “What do you mean take you down?”

  “Just a weird feeling, like I have a black cloud following me. Hard to explain.” Katherine wasn’t ready to tell anyone about the note. Cecilia would no doubt scour the earth to try and find the culprit. If her ex was responsible, she’d have no issue taking him down. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the sexy dark-haired man was staring at her, watching her every move. He was cute, but not the one. Not tonight.

  Cecilia narrowed her eyes. “Hold on here. What are you trying to tell me? Talk to me or else.”

  “Just a couple of odd phone calls. Nothing to pinpoint.” Just a threatening note. The phone calls had been nothing out of the ordinary but her sixth sense had kicked in.

  “Oh, no you don’t. That sounds ominous. Have you had any direct threats?”

  “No, nothing.” Katherine gave her a half smile

  “Uh-huh. What about your ex? Hasn’t he been an asshole lately?”

  “Lately?” She laughed and brought her drink to her lips. “Try all the time. John either threatens to drag me through court or says he has dirt on me. Whatever. I have enough pictures of his excursions with girls barely over eighteen to keep him in check.” Granted, John was a formidable man and she had no doubt he was going to use something against her. She just had to figure out what and more importantly, why. She swirled the tip of her finger around the glass.

  “I don’t like hearing you this way. Apprehensive, unsure of what you’re doing. You’re the kick ass senator.”

  “I’ve ruffled a hell of a lot of feathers.”

  “Yes, you have.” Cecilia laughed. “I have to ask you. Why is this environmental thing so important to you?”

  “Why?” She thought about the question. “I guess my parents. My father specifically. He worked his entire career trying to help the environment, seeing firsthand what oil spills did to the oceans. He never seemed to win. I’ve seen the reports. I know the damage the oil companies have done to the oceans.”

  “But that’s not why you campaigned.”

  “In a way, I did. I wanted to right the wrongs. I wanted new laws protecting animals and people alike. This falls into exactly what I told the voters I wanted to do.”

  “And you left a successful career.”

  “I was burned out and you know why.”

  Cecilia lifted her glass. “Yeah, I do. To Goliath. You are the youngest senator out there. You can do anything you want. Well, within reason.”

  “Funny, but then again, you’re right.” She allowed their glasses to clink and noticed the young man’s approach. While she was only in her early thirties, the young man was delicious and almost nine years her junior. She loved his energy and the way she could control him. While this wasn’t her by any sense of the concept, given she was a born submissive, the change had allowed her to break free of her prison, the one John had enslaved her in the day he married her.

  “What are you looking at? I can see the hunger in your eyes.”

  Katherine gave her a look and took a sip of her drink. “Have to cut our delicious time short. I have things to do. Make sure to get Jenny off the dance floor before she decides to marry the guy.”

  “You’re leaving?” She darted her gaze in the direction where Katherine was looking. “I guess you are. Such a bad girl you are.”

  “I am and I’m loving every minute of it.”

  “Have fun.”

  She grabbed her purse and headed toward Donny. She wasn’t certain it was his real name, nor did she care. She was happy they’d found each other after one illustrious dinner event almost two months before. He was working for another senator, a man everyone hated and feared. She laughed as she sauntered toward him, passing him by and giving him a simple look. He would follow her to her car. Then she’d make certain she remained a solid block behind him on the way to his place.

  She would never take a man to her condo, not with John skulking about, determined to make her life a living hell. When they were in the parking lot, she glanced around them. There was no one in sight. So, she decided to risk a small taste. Inching closer, she rubbed her hand across his chin and gave him a heated smile. She loved adventure, craved everything dangerous about being caught, the delicious possibilities.

  The alley next to the bar was dark, only a small light providing any light, a mere glow. When she found a suitable location, she leaned against the brick building.

  Donny sauntered toward her, a grin on his face.

  She lifted her finger, placing it against her lips and shook her head. He knew better than to make a sound. When she pointed to the cracked pavement, he responded immediately, dropping to his knees. She glanced up and down the street one last time before sliding her hands down her skirt, pulling up the material to her waist. She hadn’t worn any panties, preferring the sinful feeling of freedom. After widening her legs, she sighed and closed her eyes.

  Donny brushed his hands up the inside of her legs, kneading her soft skin until he reached her thighs. He opened his mouth, allowing his hot breath to slide across her stomach and naked p
ussy. Pressing his lips against her skin, he licked back and forth across her bikini line before using his fingers to pull apart the folds of her cunt.

  She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out the moment he swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit. She was tingling all over, every part of her body on fire. Goosebumps popped along her skin as his fingers slipped just inside.

  When he buried his face, licking, darting his tongue inside her pussy, she allowed a single moan.

  Katherine eased her hand on top of his head, keeping her grip tight as he licked and sucked, his fingers working in orchestration, plunging in and out. The man had been taught how to lick her, punished for any infractions and she could tell he was close to perfection.

  Grunting, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her cunt into his face, his tongue working expertly as he licked in long, slow movements.

  She blinked several times, hearing the cars zooming by, knowing there could be anyone watching them, studying their carnal act. This was so bad but oh, so incredible. When his index finger wiggled between the crack of her ass, she tensed, but wanted nothing more than to have his finger probe her dark hole.

  Donny pushed a single finger inside, pumping as he continued licking, the slurping sounds floating between them.

  Katherine jutted her hips forward as he added a second finger inside her ass, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Pain washed through her, a reminder she should wear her ass plug more often. But the agony quickly turned to intense pleasure and she almost asked him to fuck her in the ass right here. At this moment.

  Dragging his tongue up and down, he used four fingers, thrusting two inside her pussy, the others in her ass.

  Her body rocked as her blood pumped, every cell on heightened alert. She continued to hold his head in place as she slipped the other hand inside her blouse, pinching her nipple, twisting. She was so alive, so hungry and knew she was close to coming. Opening her legs even wider, she bent her knees and met every hard thrust with one of her own.