Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (45 page)

“Yes,”
Braden answered.

Macheté
jumped, the voice only inches from his ears. “Why have you brought me here?”

“To
cure you of your disease,” Braden answered and stroked the young man’s arm. “I
can save you from a life a pain. I can save you from the debility of your
shortcomings. I can save you from yourself.”

“Where’s
my family?”

“Your
family is dead,” Braden said casually, “I’m your family now, and you belong to
me.”

Trapped,
Macheté turned to face his assailant and a lone tear fell from his eyes. “It
can’t be true. I took them to safety. It can’t be true.”

“Believe
it,” Braden confirmed and switched on the overhead light.

“No,”
Macheté shuddered. “It can’t be you.”

Braden
grinned wickedly and flashed a dashing smile. At six feet, four inches tall,
his honey-blond shoulder length hair was pulled back in a ponytail and his
steely green eyes were bright with excitement. His skin was deeply tanned, his
lips sensual and inviting. He was charming and bold, yet fierce and feared by
all.

“Yes,
it’s me, and I intend to make you a king for all eternity.”

“Why?”

The
King marveled at the innocence of Macheté. He was so young. The grace of the
Kings who ruled before him would smile upon him tonight.

“Please,
my family. Where are they?”

“Macheté,”
Braden whispered and nuzzled his head against Machete’s naked chest. “I know
who you are and what you are, and trust me, your family would have never
understood. I understand and I promise to take care of you. I’m your family
now, and you will worship me. All of me.”

In
spite of the coldness, Braden was completely naked. His body contorted and fur
covered his body. He released a loud roar and climbed on top of Macheté
trapping him against the table. He stared down into blue-green eyes, the sweet
musk of masculinity and fear feeding him. He lowered his head, his rough tongue
slipping out to taste the skin of his captive. Beneath him Macheté struggled,
but it was a futile gesture. His claws dug into soft flesh and pinned him down.
A surge of adrenaline rushed through him and he quickly nipped at the succulent
flesh until he drew first blood. He lapped once over the deep indentations he’d
created and nipped once more, sinking his teeth deeper into ripened flesh. Deep
inside him, passion ignited and flamed into a bright fire of desire and thrust
him toward the pinnacle bite of immortality.

Macheté
eyed him no longer with fear, but with adulation and the smoldering fervor only
set sail to drive the King absolutely frenzied. He forced himself to slow down,
but the galloping desire within marched forward on a pace of its own. He stared
down into the eyes of Macheté and snarled. He relished in his triumph and drank
the gushing fresh blood into his mouth making them one.

He
was indeed the most elusive one of them all – he was King.

ABOUT
J.L. DILLARD

J
L Dillard is an author of several romantic and suspense novels including The
Justice CiPriano Series and debut title, The Ménage Menagerie, a romantic
erotic fiction. She resides in Florida with her family, where she is currently
working on new novels, Swervin and Twin Obsession.

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Slave 278

By
Jennifer Campbell

As
I make my way carefully across the north slope of the mountain ridge where our
coffee trees grow, I can see the whole mountain valley spread out before me.
The luxurious estate with its grand hacienda remind me of a time when I had a
name and a life with expectations. My name was Kelly Rawlins then, rather than
the terms slave, bitch, or slut which are used to describe or summon me now.
The trip down the ridge is not as hard as this morning because as the blood red
sun gets lower in the sky I feel the less oppressive weight of the yoke on my
back because the buckets are empty. Still though, I am hobbled by the short
chain running between my ankles cuffs to allow walking prevent me from running
away. Yet escape never enters my mind for after nearly four years of sexual
slavery and degrading toil I am more than simply accustomed to my life. Let me tell
you how this happened.

* *
* *

As
Alberto, my sexy Latin boyfriend, pulled our rental Lexus into the Phoenix
restaurant, I shook out my long blonde hair and looked around in the fading
daylight. What my blue eyes saw surprised me for this place didn’t look fancy
at all, in fact if we’d passed it in our hometown of San Francisco, I would
probably have encouraged Alberto to keep on driving. Still, I open the door and
slip my athletic five-foot seven-inch frame out of the car before scampering
around to kiss my man. We’ve only been together as a couple five months, but
we’ve become so immersed in each other in both a romantic and a sexual sense I
feel nearly convinced he is the one for me. In fact, I’m even thinking about
scaling back on my professional life as CPA. Never before had I even considered
leaving the accounting business I built from the ground up.

When
I tell you what we’re here for, you won’t believe me. Alberto’s uncle is a drug
kingpin, head of a large organization dealing in drugs, prostitution, gambling
and the like. To make the story weirder, I am my father’s daughter and my Dad
was an FBI agent in his day. Because the Bureau knew him, they knew me, and
without saying a thing to my Dad, they came to me for help putting Mr. Fausto
Constanza away because I had the skills they needed and more importantly a way
to get inside through Alberto.

Tonight
we will meet Fausto at this dive and Alberto will casually introduce me, but
later, after some drinks, he will present me as a highly qualified and trustworthy
accountant who could delve into the organization’s finances with impartial
honesty and find out where money was disappearing. The theory being that once I
got inside and saw the books I could figure out a way to get the information
out to the FBI. They intended to put this guy away the old-fashioned way, using
tax evasion charges like they’d once used on Al Capone.

When
we got inside Fausto was waiting for us in an immaculate white suit. He was of
course an older man, I guessed in his late forties, but I was not impressed
with his size because he was just slightly taller than I was. However his
combed-back, jet black hair, and a very noticeable large scar on his neck,
combined with his small beady eyes and deep voice to make me feel he was indeed
a dangerous man.

Alberto
did his part by introducing me and I went about play my part. As I played my
role I felt excitement coursing through me and for me excitement translates
easily to sexual arousal. I shamelessly attempted to woo Fausto with all my style
and feminine grace, which include being touchy feely with him and kissing his
cheek once during dinner. The more I did this, the hornier I became.

After
dinner we rode to his high-priced hotel room where we would discuss business,
but my mind was on after the business was over when I wanted to go back to our
hotel room and fuck Alberto’s brains out.

When
the critical moment came and Alberto told his uncle what I did and how I could
be of use to his organization, Fausto said nothing he just sat there and looked
me over for a long time with his eyes seeming to undress me. “Are you fucking
her, Alberto?” His question was in English rather than the Spanish they had
been conversing in which told me he wanted me to understand exactly what he was
saying.

Alberto
didn’t back down to the inappropriate question. “Yes, Sir, I love Kelly and she
loves me. We have sex every day.” Alberto’s voice was calm, unlike my rather
alarmed state, but then he asked. “Is that important to your decision?”

“It
is, but first tell me is she good? Does she work hard to satisfy your needs?”
It was clear Fausto intended to continue his inappropriate tack.

“Yes,
she loves sex and works hard for my satisfaction, but I still don’t see how . .
.” Alberto never got to finish as Fausto cut him off.

“It’s
important because you only truly know a woman after you have fucked her. This
may apply to American women more than any others as they enjoy many freedoms
and are known to pick and choose their sexual pleasures. I’m told wealthy
American women sometimes have kept men whose job it is to provide their
Mistress with sexual satisfaction without necessarily receiving any of their
own.” Fausto paused and got up from his chair and came toward me. “I personally
could never completely trust a woman I hadn’t fucked as in general women are
highly erotic creatures who often don’t let out their true personalities until
they are in the bedroom.” Fausto’s opinion of the female gender gave me cause
to think. Was he saying he had to fuck me for me to be his accountant? I had
not expected such a demand and I had no idea if I would even let that happened.
Nervously, I looked to Alberto.

It
took Alberto a moment before he responded. “Isn’t it enough that I trust her,
Uncle? I promise you, she won’t betray you.” Alberto was going right into the
teeth of the lion with his assertion because, as we both knew all too well, I
fully intended to betray his uncle.

“Alberto,
you are my beautiful sister Margarita’s son and I’ve treated you like you were
my son, but you live in here in America and have never shown any interest in
learning my business. I’m sorry, but no your word is not enough for me to let a
complete stranger in.” Fausto had a look of finality on his face and right then
I thought our plan was dead.

Alberto
paused and for the first time since I’d known him the look on his face was
unreadable to me. My best guess was he was hurt deeply by what his uncle had
just said, but what would he say? Then I realized what was more important was
what would I say if he knuckled under and granted his uncle his permission to
fuck me?

He
looked over at me for just a moment and then he spoke. “I’m sorry, Sir, I just
can’t . . . I can’t ask my woman to . . . it’s too much.” Clearly Alberto was
choked with emotion, but he had decided and now I was safe.

Unfortunately,
safe wasn’t where my thoughts were gravitating towards. I wanted to keep our
plan moving forward and I could barely believe what I was contemplating doing.
We’re
so close and it’s just sex after all. It doesn’t mean I don’t love Alberto. He
knows I love him.
Was it just my arousal which was making me rethink, or
did it go deeper to some hidden desire inside me. I know the answer now, but at
that instant in time I only knew what I wanted. The question was; what would
Alberto think?

“You
must use a condom, Sir, and you must be reasonably gentle.” These were my terms
and I dictated them with authority, but of course both men were initially
surprised. Alberto looked at me with a shocked, are-you-serious face while
Fausto had a wry smile on his face.

“It
appears, Alberto, you are entirely right on at least one point. She loves sex.
This is good, no.” Fausto turned from Alberto to me and bowed his head
slightly. “As you wish, Senorita, but I must be satisfied. You must work for my
pleasure and I will be in control. Do you understand?” Fausto stood up and
began loosening his belt. “Would you like to see what you’re getting into,
Senorita Kelly?” He smiled.

“Nooo,
you can’t do this, Kel. It isn’t right.” This desperate plea came from Alberto
and the look on his face told me he was crushed. As he spoke he rose and pulled
me toward the corner of the room.

Looking
right into my eyes he continued. “You must not do this. I forbid it.”

It
was the first time Alberto had dictated anything to me so his words were
powerful, but I was of another mind. I pushed myself close to him and whispered
in his ear. “It’s just sex, babe, it means nothing to me. I love you. I always
will. Don’t you see there’s so much to be gained if we can just get by this . .
.” I never finished as Alberto pushed me away and turned toward the door.

“Please,
Alberto, don’t go. I need you here with me.” It was true, I was on fragile
round and I didn’t want him to leave angry. If he had simply walked out the
door I suspect I might have followed, but he didn’t. Instead he glared at me
and then returned to sit down in his chair.

Despite
my feelings that I had angered and damaged my lover, I pressed on with what I
saw as needing to be done; at least that’s what I told myself. Moving quickly
to my purse, I extracted the condom I kept there for just this sort of
situation. Moving to Fausto, I pulled down his pants and then his boxers. It
was instantly clear that large penis endowments were perhaps a family tradition
because Fausto was every bit as large as my Alberto. I took a deep breath and
turned my head to look at Alberto for support, but he had turned his face away
from me. Nevertheless, I slipped my expensive dress off leaving me clad only in
my pretty, lime-green bra and panties.

Shame
boiled up inside me and reality broke in as I unclipped my bra and Fausto
immediately sampled the softness of my breasts. It felt like there was a
different person was inside me and she was about to be fucked by a stranger in
a Phoenix hotel room. Alberto clearly didn’t want this and yet still I reached
out and took hold of Fausto’s cock.

To
get the condom on I needed him hard and I knew the fastest way to do that.
Dropping to my knees I slipped him in my mouth and sucked, not daring to look
back at my lover for fear of what I’d see. Feeling completely alone, I rolled
on the condom and stripped off my panties before rising to face Fausto.

“I’m
ready. Do as you wish.” My acquiescence brought a smile to his face, but his
words sent me back to my knees.

“Keep
sucking.” He grunted.

Obediently,
I again dropped to my knees and took him in, sucking and lapping the head of
his cock as I often did for Alberto.

“Senorita
Kelly, I’m not your American boy toy. Take me deep and work for my satisfaction
or get the fuck out.” Hearing Fausto’s words, Alberto got up and left the room
slamming the door behind him.

Committed
and alone now, I realized it might be for the best that Alberto left. I knew
instinctively this was going to get heated and now he would not have to sit and
listen to it and I would not have to know he was listening. I took a deep
breath and pushed my throat against Fausto’s rod driving it deep down my
throat. I was no stranger to suppressing my gag reflex as I had done it many
times before at college parties.

What
ensued was all about his satisfaction and his need to control me became
obvious. I tried once to touch his cock with my hands, but he barked at me to
keep them behind my back. To add to that he had no problem taking possession of
my head and using my flaxen hair as a handle to force me to go deeper and take
more of his organ than I otherwise would. He wasn’t as gentle as I’d hoped, but
I didn’t complain because I realized he wasn’t out of control, which he showed
by regularly pulling my head off his cock so I could breathe. To allow me air
was perhaps his definition of gentle.

As
we fucked I said nothing to him. My only noises were the sighs, grunts, and
moans of my pleasure, but they were more frequent and noticeably louder than
normal. My mind questioned if I liked being roughly fucked by a stranger and I
tried to tell myself no, but the evidence to the contrary was mounting. What
Fausto was doing to my body was as clearly different from how Alberto made love
to me as night is from day and soon I had to admit being just an object of
Fausto’s pleasure had a strange sort of appeal which sex with Alberto didn’t
have.

He
took my pussy and my ass with bold deep strokes and when it was over I felt
completely spent, but I had climaxed twice and they were both amazingly
intense. As I was dressing, Alberto quietly returned to the room and I felt
like a whore when his eyes first found mine. Yes, I loved Alberto, but how
could I reconcile that with what had just happened?

“You
are right on another count, Alberto. Your senorita satisfies well. She is not
what I expected from an American woman who often have a beautiful face and body
but do not deliver sexually. She fucks with an animal passion from deep inside.
” After this compliment, Fausto lit a fat cigar and paused to reach out to
touch my sweaty hair. He ran his fingers through it before turning to Alberto.
“You are extraordinarily lucky to possess her.”

Alberto
seemed to take the compliment with a grain of salt. His face still looked tense
perhaps because of his shame about what happened or his anger at me. “Thank
you, Uncle, but has anything been decided by this spectacle. Will you trust her
now?”

Fausto
laughed heartily. “Yes, I will trust her. We shall do business and since I
recognize you did me a most gracious favor by allowing this the other matter we
discussed will be taken care of at my expense.” Fausto’s statement seemed to
change the tense look of Alberto’s face, but it left me wondered what the other
matter was.

Now
the drug kingpin who had just fucked my brains out turned to me and his small
dark eyes looked at me with a new light. “Senorita Kelly, you are my new
accountant. Your new position will be much work, but you will be paid well. As
far as when you go to work, you must wait for instructions and follow them to
the letter when you receive them. However you will have to forgive me one
thing. It’s likely I will have difficulty seeing you as a professional. I may
always see you as you were tonight, as my fuck bitch, which I know here in America
is frowned upon. Please have patience with me and perhaps this will pass.” He
laughed again as if he thought not and the feeling with which he said the
words, fuck bitch, made me realize how I had perhaps blundered by allowing
this. By letting him use me like a whore, I had established an image of me in
his mind which would last forever and suddenly it became so much more important
to bring him down. It was up to me, I had to get the evidence and put him away
forever. If I didn’t, well, I didn’t want to think of what might happen.