Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three (15 page)

His cold breath drapes around my ear as he
whispers his final words of the night.

“My dick got hard watching you grip that man’s neck. That
should be enough to make you happy.”

Fuck my dad.

He adored Cove. His
Star. He had no intention of killing him that night; he just wanted to fuck
with his head... and that happened often.

I never told my
brother-in-law I was there. He’s unaware of how or if the guy was killed. He
saw nothing. But he must have presumed the worst. That is, if he remembers.
It’s possible he’s blocked out a lot of shit from that time period. It was a
rather traumatic experience for him, one of many, and I’m sure many of those
nights have melded together for the poor guy.

I envied the time he
spent with my dad, even though he was raped and beaten by the man. I can’t
believe I never helped him, especially that night; I walked away instead. I
think it’s because the kid was already too
far gone
to
be brought out of Jameson Industries. He had started in my father’s business as
a teen and probably would’ve been disposed of before he reached thirty.

There’s a lot of
shit I keep from him and my sister. Stuff they shouldn’t know, like the fact I
don’t consider that to be my first kill. It wasn’t satisfying.

The second one left
me feeling the same. I shot a man in the head and was aggravated by the amount
of blood that sprayed out. It was all over the walls and floor. I was quite
displeased. Nevertheless, I carry a gun, ready to take a man down if he’s about
to do the same. Distant kills happen; they’re just not very rewarding.

But when I used a
switchblade for the first time... fuck, my dick was instantly hard and it was
impossible to wipe the grin off my face for days. That’s what my father meant
when he said it would be better than the first time I got laid.

I love the intimacy
of using a blade. A close range kill, the victims breath in my face, the blood
staying confined to the body as long as I don’t hit any major arteries, and no
splattering of brains. My blade sliding in and out of men like gliding my cock
in and out of a pussy... it turns me into a starry-eyed and sexually aroused
nutcase.

That’s what I
consider to be my first kill.

And there’s been a
reason behind each one. The men were all connected to my family in some way,
not just random kills, although I do crave it enough that I could see myself
slipping one day.

My father was kind
enough to tell me all the things I did wrong that night, like leaving my DNA on
the victim by not wearing gloves and killing the wrong guy first. Even though
he didn’t want Cove dead, he said you should always silence the one making the
most noise to calm the scene then deal with the others after. He was also
disappointed I reached for the gun, saying the blood would’ve been too
difficult to clean up before the cement crew arrived, especially in the dark.
Plus, I spoiled his fuck.

I did everything
wrong.

And yet, everything
I did was for him.

Damn it, I do
everything for everyone else.

They’re all fucking
ingrates.

And that’s the shit that goes through my mind while
spiffing up my boat. At least
she’s
appreciative of my care. She’s back in order, clean as a whistle, and covered
until the next outing.

Cove tossed her
cover on hastily after we docked, but I wouldn’t expect much more from him
considering his desire to get home. He was also in a rush to get me out of the
cold and into some warmer clothing.

Since he tried his
best, I won’t bring it up next time I see him, which will be soon since he
couldn’t book a flight out of the airport in Reno to St. Louis for two days.
They’re stuck with me. I love it. I get to spend more time with my baby sis and
I can ask her and Cove if they remember any of
Dayne’s
women. There are a number of house whores who fell head over heels for that
dope.

Whoever she is, her
orange Datsun is MIA when I pass the motel on my way home. And just as I’m
pulling into my garage, a text comes through from Jules.

I saw the newspaper. Roland’s dead.

Ladi
-fucking-da.
I text her back.

You need to be punished.
She responds.

I smirk. Punished
for my text or for Roland? It’s difficult to figure out the meaning of some
texts, but I bet this one’s a joke. The article is clear that the police have
someone in custody, so Jules is either happy about the situation and she wants
to celebrate, or she believes I did it, in which case she also wants to
celebrate. Either way, I doubt she cares much about Roland’s death. She barely
even knew the guy. It’s not like murdering someone is a big deal to her; that
was obvious by her morning actions. She’s too fond of me to give a shit.

After changing into
a clean black suit, I head downstairs to check on
things
. It’s a busy afternoon and my hotel is booked solid for a
three-day marathon that starts tomorrow morning.

I’m happy to see the
place is spotless. The carpets have been cleaned, the wood shines, soft music
plays in the lobby, the fireplaces burn, and every light is dim for a peaceful
setting. Perfection.

Fresh Mariposa
lilies have also arrived and Jules looks extravagant placing the white, newly
picked, sweet smelling flowers into the vase on the front desk.

“The only punishment
in our relationship will be me taking a belt to your ass,” I whisper, pulling
her into the back office where my hotel manager is speaking to another front
desk worker. I nod for them to leave then shut and lock the door.

If I had more time
to fool around, I’d take her upstairs to my private office or back to bed, but
I’m waiting for a package and want to be around when it arrives. It’s a special
gift for someone.

“Did you kill
Roland?” She sets her hand on my chest and looks at me with twinkling honey eyes.
“If you did, then maybe it’s time for you to admit that you did it out of love.
Right? Is that why? Did you kill
another
man?”

My lip twitches as I
unbuckle my belt, sliding it through my pant loops then snapping it between us.
She doesn’t flinch, there’s not even a blink of an eye.

“I asked you a
question,” she says, snaking around my body like she’s circling her prey. Her
fingers move slowly across my chest, forearm, and around my back.

“I’m the one holding
the belt,” I remind her.

“But if I’m not mistaken,
I’m the one holding all the cards in this office,” she replies in a low, sexy
voice. “Right, Mark?”

Fuck, I’m hard for
her.

“Punish me later. It
will be better if you wait. Besides, I’m not giving you everything you want
whenever you ask, and now’s not the time for this.”

I grab her waist and
pull her against my stiff cock. She smiles when she feels the erection and
seizes my nuts through my pants.

“You’re not
listening,” she scolds.

“Trust me, every
word out of your mouth is causing my blood to pump through my veins like a
fierce storm. It’s apparent.”

She looks down at my
bulge. I can’t believe I’m ready to go again. It’s only been five hours since
she jerked me off in the shower.

“Come straight to my
suite when you get off today. Six o’clock?”

She nods and
releases her grip. “I’ll be ready for a little amusement.”

“It won’t be fun,” I
whisper, speaking slowly while holding her chin. “Expect pain, prepare to
scream, count on many moments when you beg me to let up, but know that I won’t.
Tonight, you’ll learn to give me what I want.”

WORSHIPPING THE PRINCESS

J
ules is
beautiful, elegant, and seductive, but she has a disobedient and wild side to
her like a feral cat - my sinfully dark woman. She needs to learn how to
behave, especially in front of my family.

She arrives exactly
at one minute past six, strips out of her clothing, all except her heels, heads
upstairs... slowly... not turning around... and sways her ass while walking
into my bedroom.

“It’s so dark in
here,” she whispers. “I can’t see.”

I light a candle,
but leave the curtains closed and the lights off. She requests that I speak,
but I’m in no mood for conversation. I have other plans.

Two leather cuffs
have been fastened around the spindles of the foot of the bed and my belt is
lying on my black comforter. She sees the cuffs and knows what to do, bending
over and raising her arms to have her wrists securely restrained.

She’s calm and
compliant for once.

“Good girl.”

My hand glides
across her neck, down her back, and she’s given one quick graze over her clit.
Her ass and pussy lift, begging for a good smack. Fuck, this will be fun.

“Please be gentle,”
she whispers.

“Not tonight.”

I take a small metal
container from my dresser then sit and admire her soft golden skin flickering
in the candlelight. I’m going to take my time and, no, I won’t go easy.

“I’m unbuttoning and
taking off my shirt so I don’t get cum all over it,” I say calmly, granting her
a visual. I toss it next to her and lean back in my chair. “My dick’s hard,
Jules, but it’s still confined in my pants. It’s not coming out until you’ve
been disciplined.”

She’s still and
quiet; her head is bowed and her blonde hair conceals her face.

My finger traces my
lips as I imagine crawling underneath her, fingering her pussy, and eating her
out. She takes a deep breath, awaiting the belt while my hips rock like they’re
thrusting into her. Hell, I can’t help but slide my hand under my pants and
touch myself. I love seeing a nude woman strapped to my bed.

“I smell the pot,
Mark.”

And I smell her. I
can smell every part of her. The fruity shampoo, flowery perfume, berry lip
balm, and her sticky wet twat. She’s one hundred percent woman.

“Please don’t forget
about me,” she whispers. “Smoke all you want, but remember I’m here, waiting,
wanting this as much as you do.”

I shake my head and
sigh, taking a second hit before reaching for my belt. Forget about her? Never.

The belt snaps next
to her ear, causing her to draw back in a playful attempt to flee.

“Secure yourself,” I
demand.

Her feet spread
apart and her hands grip the dark mahogany spindles of my footboard. She moans
when my leather belt glides down her spine, stopping over her clenched ass.

“Ready, steady,” I
whisper, standing next to her with my belt pulled back.

“
Ouh
!”
She wails with a quick rise of her head. “Mark, what the fuck...”

I strike her again
and the sound of a powerful smack fills the room.

“Fuck! Not so hard!”

My hand trails her
red flesh. Gorgeous.
Simply stunning.

“You’re not
playing!” she whines.

“Nope.” I crack the
belt in the air then take another speedy swing, hitting her ass harder than
before.

“Jesus!” she
screams. Her confined hands yank at the cuffs.

“Julia, my darling
Julia.” I pace behind her, trailing the belt along the ground then forming it
into a loop. “Tell me why the fuck you thought it was okay to touch my blade
this morning.” My belt touches her flesh and she leans forward in anticipation.
“And tell me why you made me look like a fucking fool in front of my family.” I
strike again.

“Mark!”

The grin on my face
must be as big as my erection. Fuck, I feel mighty.

“Guns are one thing,
but fucking with my blades and my authority? Screw you.”

She takes another
hit.

“Uh!”

Like me, she won’t
back down... she’s not telling me to stop, even with her flesh red and raw. I’m
still pissed, but I decide to give her a moment, standing behind her, debating
if she’s had enough.

“Why the fuck won’t
you apologize?” I ask.

A deep exhale
escapes her mouth. There’s a blurry motion, and
..
.
shit
! Her foot nails me in the nuts. A hard kick and I’m
bent over in pain.

“Damn it, Jules.”

That was unexpected.

“Fucker!” she
shouts. “Why aren’t you
chill
when you’re stoned? I
said go easy and I meant it. This should be pleasurable and it’s not!”

“Fuck!” I gasp, with
my hand over my dick. “What the hell?”

“Yeah, what the
hell? I bet my ass looks like it’s on fire.” She kneels in front of the bed, no
longer presenting her body for play. “You’re supposed to pleasure me, not beat
me.”

“Jules, just fucking
say you were wrong and that...”

“No! You’re being a
baby! So what if I touched your asinine blade. Get bent!” she yells. “I told
you before not to hurt me. This is supposed to be fun.”

“This
is
fun!”

She turns to me with
an open mouth and wide eyes. “Seriously?”

“Fucking back down
and give me control!”

She does a double
take, same expression, same open mouth and same wide eyes. Same words too.
“Seriously?”

“Fuck.” I toss my
belt on the bed and rub my chin. “This isn’t happening.” I step to my door and
let in the cool mountain air, needing to clear my head.

This is why I should
smoke alone. What a dumbass mistake. It’s so much better in private and when
it’s used to relax, not to screw. I thought it would keep me from going
overboard with the belt, but just the opposite happened. Now I want to hurt,
choke, fuck, and beat her ass, only I didn’t expect her to attack back.
Everything this woman does is different. My head is a clouded mess.

Her face is red and
her hands fidget in the cuffs. She’s fond of the belt, only I was cruel this
time and may have ruined my chance of ever using it again. This wasn’t
BDSM
in any way; it was pure punishment on my part. I had
no plans of offering her any form of pleasure. Damn it. Wait... am I backing
down? What the fuck? She’s supposed to be begging me to stop. I want an
apology. I want control.

“Nothing makes a man
weaker than falling in love with a woman,” I whisper. Luckily she doesn’t hear
the shit that expels from my mouth.

I try staring her
down with crossed arms and a stern look. That doesn’t work. “Who the fuck are
you and what have you done with my balls?” I finally say.

But shit, I wish I
hadn’t asked. The smile on her face and her laughter in this moment will stay
with me forever. She owns me.
Fuckin
’ A, she owns me.

“Julia Alison
Barringer
,” she whispers. “Your balls hang on a necklace
around my neck. You can have them back once you prove that you’re a man.”

Son of a bitch, I’ve
been speared.

My dick’s coming
back to life. It went slack for a moment, but now it wants to rip into her.
“For fuck’s sake, put your head down, shut the fuck up, and get ready to fuck.”

She smirks and then
her face disappears between her raised arms. “That’s a lot of ‘fucks’ in one
breath, Mark.”

“Yes, and thanks for
giving me an idea.” I reach under my bed, digging through my sex toys, pushing
my facemask aside, and grabbing a strap-on. Jules sneaks a peek while I take
off my pants and fasten it above my cock. It has a hole underneath that my dick
slides through, allowing it to hang out.

Perfect. She’s in
for a double cock surprise.

“Whoa.”

“Don’t worry, it’s a
little one. I’m not going to initiate your first anal with a nine-incher.”

“Oh, my god.” She
puts her head down and exhales. “I’m serious. Be gentle or you’re dead meat.”

I grab a bottle of
lube and a condom from my nightstand then kneel behind her, excited that she’s
up for this after a harsh ass smacking.

“Did you hear me?”

“I think so... you
said you wanted me to fuck you until I have red meat.”

“Jesus, listen to
me. My ass is already throbbing, go slow, okay?”

“You listen.” I move
her body closer to the bed then press my chest against her flesh. “You need to
learn to back down and not be such a warrior all the time. Say stop, and I’ll
stop, but until I hear it, I’m going to fuck you the way I want.”

“You dick.” She
tilts her head, persuading me to kiss her neck. “You need to worship your
princess.”

“Is that so?” I
laugh. “Egotistical, are we?” I put on the condom then spread lube over the
silicone cock. “Well, it’s your lucky day. A princess in cuffs about to get
fucked in the ass is definitely worth worshipping.”

My dick nudges
against her swollen lips. I grip the footboard, pause, and thrust. “Ah,” I
whisper in her ear. “That’s one, Jules, one of two.”

“Wait, I’m not sure
if... oh... holy hell! That hurts!”

Her head rises as my
finger lubes her ass. She’s tight and clenching.

“It hurts more if
you do that. Just relax.”

“Easy for you to
say... not two, Mark. Ah!”

I slide a second
finger in and she’s stuffed - one dick in her pussy and two fingers in her ass.
Nice. It’s such a grand feeling to have your ass fucked, something I haven’t
experienced in years, but I’m sure she’d be game to return the favor if I
asked.

“Here we go.” I
position the strap-on over her hole and push the tip inside. Her knuckles turn
white as she clutches the spindles of the bed frame and whimpers.

“Breathe,” I
whisper, squeezing both my dick and the toy further inside. “
Ahh
yes,” I groan. “You made it. The first part is the most
painful. How does it feel?”

I look down and
admire the double penetration. The pressure is intense from my end, so I can
only imagine the sensation must be even more extreme for her.

“It’s incredible,”
she pants. “I’ll take this as a form of reprimand over the belt any day.”

My cock sinks into
her and the toy follows in a parallel motion, tracking each lunge, and rubbing
against the top of my dick as it were in the same hole. With every push
forward, she moans and says fuck. That’s my plan. Moan and fuck.

For twenty minutes I
tease her ass, listen to her heavy breathing, watch her hands tighten into
fists as she tries to tolerate the pain, and then graciously massage her
clit... waiting, hoping, and finally relieved when she
cums
.

“Fuck yeah. Beat my
cock with your throbbing pussy. I’m in total control now. You’re trapped in my
arms, weak and powerless.” I smile and watch my dick sliding into her
shuddering body. “Scream while I crowd inside of you. Be loud. Tell me you love
this. Speak.”

“I’m
cumming
, Mark... I’m
cumming
,”
she whispers. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

“That’s right.” I
kiss her neck. “Not only do I feel amazing, I
am
amazing.”

“Don’t stop.”

My hands cling to
her tits while we fuck. I feel them bounce with each slam and pinch her nipples
when I want her to call out my name.

“Fuck it hurts, but
it’s incredible. Move faster. Cum for me!” she yells.

Screw taking this
easy.

I seize her hair and
pull her head back so her eyes are gazing at my mirrored ceiling. “Watch,” I
huff. My dick and the toy nail her hard and her engorged tits swing. “You’re
mine... watch... watch me... you have no control... no power... I own you...
I... fuck, fuck, I’m
gonna
cum.” I speed up,
tightening my ass and clenching my abs. “Fuck, Jules, fuck.”

I look up so she can
see my face. “Open fire,” I say in a gnarled voice. Shit, it feels good...
every shot, every last drop.

“Damn.” I fall
forward, gripping the footboard. “That was beastly.”

Her head rests on
her arms, waiting to be
uncuffed
. I slide out and
hear a gasp, as her pussy and ass are free.

“That release of
pressure is fabulous, isn’t it?” I pant.

“All of it was
fabulous, even the belt,” she mumbles toward the floor.

“Really? So you were
fucking with me, trying to be all badass while I hit you?”

“I was and I won.”

I unfasten the cuffs
and she collapses to the floor with a massive smile plastered across her face.

“Indeed, you won,
beautiful. Get dressed or we’re
gonna
be late for
dinner.”

“No downtime?” she
whispers.