Red Fire - Surrender by Cassandre Dayne
ISBN: 978-0-9876894-8-1
Smashwords Edition 2011
Release Date: October 30, 2011
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Artwork & Logo by Shane Willis, RAD ACT Photography
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Acknowledgements
I’d like to acknowledge the talented staff at Naughty Nights Press. Not only are they an inspiration but also working with the talented team has been an extraordinary experience. From their professional staff, to the way they nurture every writer individually and the very creative cover artist whose art is an inspiration, I can’t thank you enough for working with me while sharing your talents.
It’s been such a pleasure to be one of the very first writers with Naughty Nights Press and together I hope and foresee we’re going to have a very long and prosperous future.
Gina, Penny, Shane, Sheldon and every of the wonderful folks who’ve gotten involved to provide reviews and support, I can’t thank you enough.
Cassandre
Dedications
Writing for me is not only a dream fulfilled, but something that has burned within me since I was a child. As with all of us, everyday life sometimes interferes and I put my dreams on the back burner. Getting published in November of 2010 has truly changed my world but there is no way I could do what I do without the love and support of friends along the way. I’ve been lucky to be involved in several wonderful family-like atmospheres on Facebook, by being involved in several writing groups. From the Naughty Writers Group – thank you Dawne Prochilo for the invite to Wicked Wanton Writers – Ms. Gina Kincade, it’s been a fabulous honing experience.
Friends along the way – Forever “E” at Rebel Ink Press and Gina at Naughty Nights –without your support I wouldn’t be here. Sam Crescent – you are an inspiration. Derek Johnson – always in my heart, Julez Morbius – my vampire in disguise, Kiki Howell – a woman after my own wicked heart, Sharita – always my BFF, Sexy Lexxxi – Alexandra Christen, Ray Sostre – I so enjoy a man who loves all things sexy, and all my buds: Alexx, Jean, Jodi, Soibhan, Tessa, Penny, Ana, Kharisma, Brindle, Patti, TreSa, Blak, Kellie, SammyJo, Elle, James, Avril, Drea, Robin, Lee Ann, Lindsay – and so many others – you all inspire me every day.
Kisses xxx
Cassandre
Chapter One
An anguished scream was jerked to an instant termination with one move as the strangled echo ebbed through the narrow space. In a single flash the fresh-faced boy was changed forever, never to know or understand the true meaning of love or life, his last moments on earth filled with horror. The scintillating thought was a bit too profound on that bleak summer morning. “Ah…what I wouldn’t give for some additional playtime dear boy. You have all the makings of a true submissive.” Growling, the lithe body was dropped and hit the floor with a tremendous thud.
There was no way to adequately describe the sheer intensity of taking someone’s life into your hands. Caressing and kneading, loving and then carving out the heart, reaching deep inside the gaping hole, the victim still so very much alive and so utterly terrified. The incredible joy of watching as the pulse of life throbs wildly and the luscious human tries to understand the ramifications of your deadly actions was a thing of beauty. Perhaps the most delicious moment of all was when their haunted eyes followed every move, dancing across your face in a heated war of life and death, their mind filled with the images of raging terror. And then just as the hint of life ebbs from the dimming eyes, you reach in, scoop out the bloody tissue with your hands, gathering the pulsing muscle, warm and tender and so delectable. Tasty. And there is nothing better than savoring the ripe, heated and dark red blood as it gushes across your hand, dripping onto the hard…cold…floor. The aroma pungent yet sweet captivates your very being and stills the chilled blood racing through your system. “Mmmm…” As the killer squatted, relishing in the memory of so many, the boy, perhaps almost a man lay twitching. Dying.
The killer was happy, no beyond happy. The intense feeling was a rapture of lust. Chuckling, the sound bounced off the walls in the tiny apartment as the pulsing reverberations of the street filtered around them. It was not dawn yet but soon enough which would mean too many prying and curious eyes and there was still work to be done. Revenge was sweet.
The knife, a remnant from the past, was still embedded more for viewing pleasure than anything else but the effect had been instantaneous. Jazzed beyond belief, the killer laughed, reached down and slathered long fingers into the pool of blood, guiding the crimson soaked tips into a hungry mouth, savoring the rich copper flavor of the golden haired boy. Too much had happened to ever be denied again the pleasures that life could offer. “You have no idea just how delicious you taste, boy. If I weren’t in a hurry I’d ravish every part of your body.” The snack was indeed overpowering in its rich heritage and succulent flavor. The whispers of people coming and going and beginning their wretched days forced a look out the window. How many more would be enjoyed? The thought and the number was staggering indeed and then again fulfilling.
The killer stood up and walked to the stove where the branding iron lay hot, skimming across the golden flicker of the ignited flame. Crude in design and meant as a tease only, the symbol was perfect. Unfortunately there was little time left before to complete the task. As the last throes of life jolted through the dead boy, his body jumped involuntarily, thrashing his long legs up and down on the hardwood floor. This kill had been too easy. It was not nearly as much fun if the ugly creatures didn’t behave like terrified prey fighting every move as the knowledge of just how fragile their life was settled into the very core of their being.
With the instrument ready, the killer smiled and advanced toward the body allowing one last look at the handy work. Yes, there was something about this particular brand of slaughter that fueled the imagination and made the hunger burn deep inside. “Tick tock, brother. Soon it will be your time.” Crisp laughter filtered toward the slice of tangerine sky. At the last minute he jerked out the knife. Perhaps it would come into good use later.
***
Jax Steele stared at the back deck and sighed. Intent on getting an early start, he’d managed to sleep past the alarm and now it was already after ten. “Bloody hell.” He glared down at the load of lumber and shook his head. Leave it to Home Depot to get it wrong again. Kicking through the pieces he realized that he would have to send the majority of the load back. Another setback in a series of them broiled his blood. Hell, he had been planning the two days off now for weeks just to be able to get the project completed and now this. He had to do something with the house before it fell apart before his eyes.
Growling, he poured out the remainder of the bitter coffee over the very dead azaleas and glided inside to grab the phone. Barely inside, the rattled chirps coming from his cell phone meant one thing – the precinct. “Yeah?”
“Hey buddy, sorry to bother you on your day off but this one can’t wait. It’s fresh if ya know what I mean.”
“I thought you were taking some time off as well, Mike,” Jax hissed.
Mike chuckled, the tone dark and brooding before he hacked into the phone. “You know how it goes. Look, seriously man, this one’s gruesome and the Sergeant is all over trying to keep it quiet but the place has already turned into a madhouse and the first team just got here about twenty minutes ago.”
“How gruesome?”
“Let’s just say that the girl that found him is heavily sedated.”
“Oh shit man. Where?” Jax glanced out his back window and wondered if he was ever truly going to finish the backyard. Damn, if it wasn’t springtime in Virginia. It never failed that the worst crimes seemed to creep as the heat sizzled the city streets. Somehow the murders lately had seemed more out of the ordinary and particularly repulsive. Jax was bone weary.
“Down on East Grace. Sergeant’s adamant we take it. I’m almost there now,” Mike said, sighing heavily.
“College kid or from a drug deal?” Shit they had just closed a case in the same location only days before. Granted, this time it had been a domestic dispute that turned violent but the bloody shooting spree had kept the neighbors in terror for days until they located the victim’s son. What a damn tragedy it had been for the entire family. Jax knew that while several of the row houses had been refurbished, the area was still heavily trafficking in drugs and prostitution.
“From the ID looks like a college kid. We’re trying to locate his parents now. Hell, the poor boy was only twenty-one.”
“Do I want to know how he died?”
Mike hesitated, his breath slicing a long hiss into the phone. “No buddy, you really don’t. If its anything like what they said, we have a freak on our hands.”
Jax knew Mike’s tone of voice and instantly the hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge. Mike Tomlin was seasoned enough that very little bothered him. Coming from the seedier streets of New York barely four years before, Mike had truly seen the worst of man. To hear the slight rattle meant they indeed had a monster to deal with. “Give me the address guy and I’ll be there in fifteen. Is it contained?”
“3020 and yeah, mostly, but someone tipped off the press. My guess is the kid had friends given the fact the entire street is lined with them. From what I heard the black and whites are having a difficult time keeping them out. You know how college kids can be. Ah shit! It’s a fuckin’ mad house here. Goddamn it! Why the hell couldn’t they contain this fuckin’ shit better? Goddamn idiots. Get down here buddy, I need ya bad.”
Mike’s Yankee accent always kicked in when he was pissed and at that moment, the rage reverberated through the phone lines like a bull in a china shop. “Great. Just great. Grabbing my keys now guy.” Jax ended the call and held the phone to his forehead. There were times he hated being a detective and as the murders became more horrific, he seemed to be having difficulty keeping his distance. Perhaps he was just getting too old to deal with the vicious nature of his career. How many sleepless nights had he experienced lately? He sighed as the ugly thoughts about his life crept in past the horror of his career. Well, perhaps the bitter divorce and nasty custody battle had something to do with his haggard demeanor. There was nothing quite like hearing from a judge that he wasn’t a fit parent for a teenager. Rubbing his eyes, he pushed back the nasty thoughts. Get moving guy and stop reminiscing. It’s not going to change anything.
Jax bounded upstairs to change into more suitable attire than shorts and a tee shirt and grabbed his badge and gun, strapping the holster to his waist. The keys eluded him until his eyes locked onto heaping bulge under the stack of a week’s worth of mail. Cursing, he finally headed out to the jeep and stood staring at the almost crystal blue sky just laced with a few puffy white clouds. “What a beautiful day for a murder.” His laugh strangled, he said a silent prayer that this one would not be as bad as his instincts told him it would be.
The drive took him less than fifteen from his house. Living in the city and close to the interstates allowed him access to everything that Richmond had to offer and when the dogwoods bloomed their subtle shades of blushing pink and serene white, the downtown area became filled with activity. From festivals to music events, one could find a wide selection of food, drink and parties by just strolling down the side streets. Jax rolled down his windows and took in the teeming sounds and wafting scents of the older neighborhood. Somehow he could still take comfort from the simple pleasures even after Paula had moved to Ohio and taken his only child with her. Visitation rights had been truncated and why? Because of her lies and a damning case that haunted him to this day. Protection was the word she continued to use. Grunting, Jax pushed the ugly thoughts aside.
It certainly wasn’t difficult to locate the murder scene. “Damn it!” Mike was not over exaggerating as he usually did. How the hell did this turn in complete melee? Jax finally found a parking spot nearly two blocks away. “Shit, what a damn nightmare.” Grumbling, he climbed out of the jeep and walked toward the crowd. The closer he got the more animated the crowd appeared to be and Mike had been right, college kids lined the street. What a send off, to go back to their safe little homes in surrounding states.
As Jax glanced toward the other end of the street he could see two network trucks but he suspected they were all there. Someone had absolutely talked. There was no better news than a horrific murder. He could see Mike standing outside interviewing a group of young men. From the activity in the neighboring houses, information about the murder had scorched the surrounding area.
“No, I understand. Here’s my card and if any of you think of anything you might have missed. Give me a call.” Mike nodded as he stole a glance in Jax’s direction.
Jax waited until the wide-eyed kids walked away. He couldn’t help but notice how haggard Mike appeared. His face was positively ashen which was never a good sign. Nothing bothered the old bruiser. “They know anything?”
“Nope. No one heard or saw a thing that I can find.” Mike moved closer to Jax. “I tell you what, from the fuckin’ scene man, I have no idea why that kid wouldn’t have screamed bloody murder all through…all through the…gutting.”
“Gutting?” Jax eyed the doorway, which had been taped off and yet the front porch was brimming with activity. “Medical Examiner here?”
“Just arrived. Come on, but I’m serious, this one will, well, it’s gonna burn your ass.” Mike eyed him like he was a rookie cop and led the way towards the front porch.
As they entered the house, Jax had the vile stench of flesh and blood hit his senses like a jolt of electricity. “Shit!” The place was sweltering as if closed off for some time and he suspected that given the age of the building there was no air conditioning.
“Yeah. Better take this.” Mike held out a cloth and nodded to the other officers.
Jax held the cloth over his mouth as they neared the back of the house close to what appeared to be the kitchen and could just make out legs covered in what he knew instinctively was blood. Copious volumes of blood were splashed in the doorway and on every surface he could see. The closer they got to the scene, the worse the putrid smell became. The medical examiner looked up and shook her head and he didn’t like the look on her normally reserved face. He and Dr. Charlotte Banning had worked together on too many damning cases over the last two years she had been on the job, but little bothered her. Her look was that of the walking wounded.
“Detective Steele. Glad you could make our little party.” Dr. Banning stood and pulled off her gloves. “This one likes souvenirs.”
“What did he take?” Jax eyed the haunted face of the two officers standing close. The stink of fresh vomit radiated around the room.
“Take a look for yourself.” Charlotte moved back allowing him access.
For a long moment Jax wasn’t entirely certain of what he was seeing. Yet as he stared at the horrific picture of gaping flesh and congealed blood his heart fluttered in a near panic state. “What…the…hell?” The open cavern that had once been the young boys chest was now barely recognizable. Mutilated bone fragments and slathers of flesh were pushed aside revealing a darkened hole where his heart used to be. Jax swallowed hard, lowered the cloth from his mouth and took a step back. The smell thrashed through his system reminding him that there were vile creatures in the world.
“You all right, buddy?” Mike asked, flanking his side and nodding toward the body. “Poor dumb shit. What the hell could have done that?”
Jax somehow managed to lower his shaking form down onto his knees and while he wavered back and forth, he was able to keep the nausea at bay. The golden strands of the kid’s shoulder length hair fell across his horror filled face. Whatever the boy had seen mere seconds before he’d been slaughtered remained in his stricken glassy eyes. “Damn it!” He had to look away. It had always been the eyes that he could barely take. The victims always had the same look as if somehow they simply couldn’t believe that there was truly anyone capable of such violence. And this killer, this butcher was a living, breathing nightmare.
As he looked more closely he couldn’t believe the level of violence that encapsulated his entire body. Granted, there was so much blood that he couldn’t make out the extent of his injuries but the killer had taken his time with the slaughter. “Can I examine?”
“Just put these on.” Charlotte handed him a pair of latex gloves. “You and I have to stop meeting like this Detective or people are going to talk.”
Sighing, Jax glanced up into her eyes and nodded. They all joked to aid the wretched acts but this time there was little that could be said.
“Doc, what the hell could have done the chiseling to his ribs and stuff? I mean, holy shit that doesn’t look like it was done with any machine,” Mike asked quietly.
“Could be a hack saw in truth but I won’t know until I get him down to the lab,” Charlotte breathed, shaking her head back and forth.
“I ain’t never seen a hack saw that could do something like that,” Mike chortled.
“The guy would have to be pretty damn strong.” Jax slipped his fingers across the flap of skin, pushing it aside and touching the edge of one of the ribs. He glanced to his left and could see broken bits and pieces of bones in chunks indicating the killer ripped out the ribs. “There is something weird about this.”
“That’s the understatement of the year, Detective.” Charlotte sighed. “Hey, can you guys keep the press out of here?” She barked toward the back door eyeing the blond creeping closer.
“I’ll get her.” Mike hissed and moved around them.
While the kid was naked, a bloody towel covered his torso. “Was he found covered?”
“No. I did it because the first two officers couldn’t stop retching. Don’t worry your officers were able to take pictures before the evidence was disturbed.” Charlotte crossed her arms. “I can honestly say in my long years doing this Jax, I’ve never seen anything like this and I dare say I don’t want to again.”
Jax shook his head and lowered the towel. In his career of almost eighteen years, he’d seen people beaten to death, near beheadings and even certain forms of bondage torture, but the sight below him was almost too much for his system to bear and took a particular brand of sick to inflict. “Oh fuck…I…” He could feel the first threat of vomit rattle from the depths of his belly and it took everything he had to calm the raging storm.
“I know.” Charlotte put her hand on his shoulder.
Jax closed his eyes. “For the love of God don’t allow this to get out or we’ll have more nut cases that we can handle.”
“You know what freaks me out the most about this?” Charlotte whispered.
“I’m afraid to ask you.”
“I think it was bitten off.”
Jax slid his eyes apprehensively toward the body, lowering the towel all the way down his bruised legs. He reached out, his hands shaking to the point he clenched them closed and willed his nerves to calm down. Gingerly he touched the edge of the boy’s penis and fought the whimper that nearly erupted from his throat. The jagged edge did indeed look like a strong set of jaws had bitten off the bruised muscle. “Pre or postmortem?” Jax shivered and closed his eyes. Who the fuck and why would they do something like this?
“Given the state of the blood surrounding the muscle and the condition, I would say the poor kid was very much alive.” Charlotte sighed and she moved onto her knees as she pointed toward the edge. “And this I need to check but I think the kid was um…hard when it happened and that um helped the killer be able to…to force it a bit easier into his rectum.”
Jax nodded as Mike walked back into the room, his gaze settling across the bloody mess.
“Ho–ly fuckin’ Jesus Christ! What the fuck is going on here?”
“Like I said, no one knows this. I have a terrible feeling there is much more going on with this murder than we will begin to understand.” Jax stood, his legs shaky and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t understand why the kid didn’t scream bloody murder.”
“Simple, his larynx was crushed and from the looks of it, by a blunt force.” Charlotte stood.
“No hand prints?” Jax asked.
“None.”
Jax looked at Mike. “The kid was probably surprised and incapacitated first.”
Charlotte nodded. “Okay boys, I need to get back to work.”
“Detective Steele?” A fresh-faced officer kept his wide eyes pinned onto Jax’s face, but it was easy to tell he had glimpsed enough.
“Yeah?”
“The boy’s parents are on the phone and they’re demanding that they talk to the officer in charge.”
“That would be you buddy.” Mike nodded.
This was the part of his damning job that he hated the most. “I’ll be right there.” Jax glanced back at the boy one last time trying to figure out what the hell to say to his parents.
***
Jax sat on his dilapidated back deck swilling a cold beer and contemplating life and at the moment, his own. He was a beaten man in every way and this case just might do him in. “Poor bastard.” The beautiful early May evening still held a slight chill and somehow the tingles that raced down his body reminded him that he was very much alive. It would be a very long time before he would get the vivid and brutalized pictures of the handsome boy out of his mind. Dear God what the kid must have gone through. The torture was unlike anything he had ever seen. His mind raced around the evidence, what little there was. A selected team, himself included, had remained in the house long after Charlotte had taken the body away but found nothing that would indicate either motive or that someone had entered without being invited.
From what they could tell, the boy had gotten back from a club as evidenced by the entrance tattoo. The garish stamp remained on his hand from the night before and Mike had jumped on that lead. In truth, Jax was grateful. He was emotionally drained from the scene. By all appearances Greg Barnes was an upstanding senior getting ready to graduate from Virginia Commonwealth University with a degree is mass communications. Too bad he wouldn’t make his graduation.
As Jax sipped his beer he tried to figure out why someone would want to slaughter a seemingly nice kid from a well-respected family from Indiana. The Dean had been very helpful telling him that he made better than average grades and had never been in trouble with the school. Greg had no criminal record and from what his friends had said, he didn’t use drugs or get involved with the crazy party scene. Perhaps Greg had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps. Or maybe he thwarted the killer somehow.
He knew little about Dark Towers except that they attracted a rather Gothic crowd of partygoers; however, the sultry club did cater to some particular proclivities and ones that were not for the faint of heart. Somehow the dark club seemed out of place for Greg. He gazed at the almost full moon as it rose in all its dazzling glory over the mists of tangerine and crimson horizon and realized he needed a real vacation.
“I thought I’d find you back here.” Her soft lilt fluttered across the end of the deck.
Jax smiled. “Hey stranger. Rough day?”
“Evidently not as rough as some.” She inched forward, keeping her eyes locked onto his.
His one delight as of late, Amanda Parker was not only a very good friend and had seen him through the last stages of his court battle but they enjoyed each other’s bodies on the somewhat rare occasion that they could be together. She worked too many night shifts as a nurse at MCV and knew her own level of horror from the emergency cases. They commiserated over their separate horror stories far too often. He shrugged. “Yeah, you’re right. I thought you had to work.”
Amanda walked up the steps slowly, her face saddened and sat beside him. Taking his hand, she feathered her thumb across his palm in slow and lazy motions. “I heard the anguish in your voice and managed to switch swifts with another girl. I couldn’t leave you alone all night long tonight. I just couldn’t. You sounded so…haunted. It scared me this time, Jax. No matter how strong you are, this time…I don’t know.” Amanda gazed at the moon and shook her head.
“Its nice somebody worries about me.” Jax took her hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing her fingers across his lips. Her perfume, a beautiful exotic mixture of citrus and jasmine filled his nostrils finally forcing the damning stench away. Swallowing hard, he inched back and eased her chin toward him. He stared into her beautiful eyes, highlighted by the soft glow from the kitchen light and the shimmers from the dancing moon.
“You know I worry…after…”
“I know but I’m okay. I just wish I could get a handle on this thing.”
“From what you told me I don’t think anyone could be able to get a handle on it. There are monsters in the world that’s for certain.”
“Yeah and I know you’ve seen your share, Mandy.”
“I have, but fortunately most of my patients are alive and not mutilated.”
While he had been unable to tell her much, she knew him well enough to know when a case bothered him and this one could possible torture what was let of his soul. Hell, he had even been called to her hospital more than once and worked on cases together. “I know.” Light wind whipped through her golden locks framing her lovely face and he couldn’t resist leaning in to brush his lips across hers.
“Mmmm…” Amanda sighed and fell into the kiss, wrapping her arm around his waist and guiding him closer to her body.
Jax slid his hand back to cup her lithe neck, kneading her moist skin as he pressed his tongue past her lips, drinking in her sweet essence. She fit into his arms so well and the moment the heat of their bodies slicked together, he was hungry. The tangy hit of sour cherries filled his mouth stirring his cock. His slid his hand down her back, caressing her with gentle touches as the kiss became more manic. He yanked her as close as their bodies would allow and tipped her head back, forcing his tongue further inside, tasting and exploring her mouth as she moaned and shivered with every touch.
He inched the edge of her thin skirt further up her thighs, tracing circle after circle over her creamy skin sensing her growing hunger. Breaking the kiss, he darted his tongue out to taste her sultry skin. With each passing second his cock grew harder, pressing into his jeans painfully, begging for release.
“Jax…oh…Jax…” Her whispers now breathless, Amanda palmed his chest and pushed back gently.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Gingerly he slipped his fingers into her silky tresses, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. Using just the tip of his tongue, he licked from the edge of her chin down to the pulse of her life, slowly lathering her glistening skin with wet pulses.
“I…hold on Jax…I…” She pushed back again and sighed her voice ragged.
Unsure, Jax stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong…it’s just…” Her eyes darted back and forth across his. “Hey, let me get you another beer and I could use one myself.” She smiled, her look sliced with a wicked bent.
“Okay.” Hmmm… She’s playing a game tonight? He loved when she was a teasing little vixen.
Amanda stood and walked toward the back door, stopping briefly as she opened it and turned slowly to stare at him, her smile now mischievous.
Jax adjusted his crotch and shook his head. In the three short months they’d been lovers, they’d only been together four times, but each time had been more enjoyable. He sipped the last dregs of his now lukewarm beer and tossed it in the trashcan meant for his work on the deck. Well, at least it was getting a work out anyway. He took one more look at the night sky and smiled as he stood. Greg Barnes could wait for a little while longer.
He stood watching her sensuous form from the back door. There were times he was terrified that he would crush her petite body. Standing barely over five foot two, her rough and tumble demeanor somehow didn’t fit her ultra feminine beauty, soft and sweet. Yet the combination worked for her. Intelligent and very in tune to his needs, their relationship was easy and yet the passion was there. He advanced toward her as she grabbed the bottle opener and pulled the top on two Coronas. Somehow he’d been surprised that she enjoyed beer almost as much as he did. He would have imagined her for a wine drinker but instead she craved an ice-cold beer straight out of the bottle. It was just one in a series of things about the girl that gave him a needed smile.
Amanda turned and slid back against the counter holding out one beer while she took a long pull on hers.
He could see her eyes twinkling even in the dim lighting and in this moment he wanted nothing more than to be inside her hot pussy. They both played the titillating cat and mouse game for a few moments, allowing ravishing looks and subtle gestures of raw desire. “You turn me on, lady.”
“You turn me on as well. So, um, what’re we going to do about it?”
Jax chuckled. Moving toward her with the stealth of a cat in raging heat, he grinned and blazed a long and sensuous trail down the length of her voluptuous body. Dressed in a fuchsia tank top and the barest slip of a skirt, he could see the hard tips of her nipples pressing through the tight material forcing his cock to throb against his shorts. He took another long swig of his beer, all the while keeping his eyes locked onto hers.
With lazy abandon, Amanda slid her tongue around the opening of the beer as her eyes danced back and forth across his. She brushed her hand down the length of the bottle, gripping it tightly as she darted her tongue out, feathering long licks down the neck to the just where the glass began to bubble out into its thick base.
Jax watched her sensuous moves as she continued her little play, becoming the vixen that she loved to tease him with. He chuckled and slanted his eyes as she continued licking and drawing the bottle in and out of her mouth in long luxurious movements allowing just the barest hints of whimpers to flow around her nefarious actions.
Taking the bottle out with a forced pop, Amanda wiggled against the counter. “Mmmm…so…damn…tasty.” With a toss of her head she laughed, the golden timbre easing across the heat of his skin sizzling the prickles that danced in frenetic motions.
The hunger within him grew to the point he could no longer play the game. And damn the consequences, he had to have her right then. His motions a touch crazed, he jerked the bottle out of her hand and set both down on the far counter with a thud. “I want you, baby. I have to have you.”
She giggled and pushed back at him, scooting around him quickly and darting for the hallway.
Jax caught her within two steps and jerked her quivering body to his.
Squealing loudly, she laughed and pushed harder. “Oh you think you can get what you want all the time, huh?”
“Yes I do.” In one easy motion, he jerked her slinky top up and over her shoulders and pitched the unwanted material to the tile floor. Her firm naked breasts caught his attention and he marveled at their round beauty for a moment, relishing the way her nipples were hard reminding him of perfect rosy diamonds. Remembering how they fit perfectly in his large hand, he licked his lips and toyed with her until he had to have a taste of her sweet flesh. With nothing but the need to devour her on his mind, he lowered his head and captured her nipple, suckling until she moaned.
“Oh...Jax” Amanda tossed her head, sending her back into a deep arch as her hands clawed his arms.
He licked her nipple, tasting the sweet essence of her tender flesh as he cradled her in his arms, drawing her closer to his throbbing cock. Her soft whimpers fueled his growing hunger and he drew her bud between his teeth, biting down with enough pressure she squirmed and moaned, kicking her legs out.
“God Jax, what you do to me!” With one hand she snaked her fingers down his chest and slid her tips just underneath the waistband of his shorts. Easily finding the end of his shaft, she teased feathering him with short swipes as she purred.
Jax broke his hold and groaned. “Careful how you’re teasing me woman.”
Encouraged, she slid her hand in further, grasping his cock and pulsing up and down as she forced her arched body up to stare into his eyes. “Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Growling, he placed his hands around her buttocks and jerked her body to his dick, pressing his throbbing shaft into her belly, shifting his hips back and forth. “Hmmm… You’ve teased me too long girl.” He kissed her savagely, forcing his tongue past her lips for a shameless moment ravaging her mouth as his hands kneaded her ass with rough touches.
Her fingers entwined in his shaggy midnight locks, drawing them closer and forcing her sandals off to cascade to the floor. Amanda whimpered and ground her hips into his throbbing erection as her fingers danced down the heat of his neck.
As hungry as he had ever been, Jax dragged her body toward the outer wall, kicking his shoes off in the process. He pushed her against the counter roughly and allowed her feet to touch the floor. Fumbling, he found the button and zipper and his actions become that of a wild beast as he jerked her skirt down past her hips.
“Jax!”
He pushed the skirt to the floor and lifted her lithe body, kicking the material to the side. “What? Don’t you want me?”
“God yes!” Her hands jerked at his drawstring and freed his pulsing cock.
Grunting, he gripped the tiny slip of elastic that held her lacy purple thong and wrangled the saucy material down and off, the slight sound of the gauzy material ripping at his imploring touch sent shivers racing down his spine. He stared down at her glorious naked body and licked his lips, ready to consume every drop of her luscious cream.
One hand wrapped around his cock while the other cupped his balls, squeezing until he moaned. “Oh God, Jax…fuck me.”
Jax closed his eyes, relishing in the way her hands gripped and caressed, her nails scraping down the length of his shaft. Panting, his blood sizzled, searing every nerve ending as he heard the thumping of her heart beating in her chest and he could barely contain his manic actions. “Ummm...baby, you keep doing that and I just might impale you right here.”
Amanda giggled and began pulsing his cock up and down, sliding her hand from tip to base as her other hand traced circles around his swollen balls, first one and then the other, taking her time to enjoy the feel of him. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed kisses into the heat of his neck, darting her tongue to taste his flesh.
Unable to hold back his desperate need any longer, he picked her up and sat her down on the counter, pushing her back against the tile wall and pressing her legs apart. Cupping her buttocks, he inched her forward until her ass was directly at the edge. “First baby, I taste your hot little pussy.” Grinning, he lowered his head and darted several short licks across the edge of her rosy clit.
“Ohohohoh….” Amanda laughed and wrapped her fingers around his shaggy locks, drawing his face in closer. “Sweet Jesus.”
He glided his tongue up and down her sizzling heat tasting the sweet ambrosia of her cream as she moaned, writhing with every lick. “You taste so damn good like fresh honey.”
Amanda tilted her head and closed her eyes. “God baby, lick me.”
Her wish was his command and his pleasure. Burying his face into her slick pussy, Jax licked in a manic state, sucking her clit between his teeth, biting down until she whimpered. Using his fingers, he danced in and out of her pussy as her muscles clenched around him, shivering at his invasion. He drove into her as deep as her body would allow as he continued his near assault on her pussy, licking her with frenetic motions, up and down from top to bottom. Her taste was nothing like he had ever experienced before, succulent and sweet.
Amanda moaned and opened her legs further apart, allowing him complete access. Panting, she struggled as she opened and closed her eyes. “Jax…I’m…oh shit, I can’t hold…it!” Raking her nails across his neck, her body jerked and pitched as her legs shook and closed around his head.
Jax thrust his tongue and finger inside in long driving motions, in and out as she milked and shimmied. “Cum baby, cum for me.” His motions almost frantic, he jerked her forward as the first wave of her climax rushed through her system thrashing her body up from the cold slice of the counter.
“Aaaahhhhhh…oooohhhhh…” Her head tossing from side to side, she grabbed and clawed struggling as he continued thrusting in and out. “Oh Jax…I…oh…shit!” Another wave stole her ragged whisper until the scream became a silent calling, an urgent begging.
He lapped her flowing juice, opening her slick folds to suckle every last drop. He held her quivering body until she stopped pulsing, nipping the tender flesh of her clit. Slowly, he raised his head and stared into her glassy eyes, rich with lust and ripe with continued need, matching his own almost brutal need to impale her. He shuddered realizing at that moment he was more beast than man.
Amanda’s eyes fluttered open and closed and finally open to stare into his as she continued panting, yet she reached for him. “Jax, fuck me.”
Jax sighed and raised his head, staring down at her, his vision clouded by the almost insanity of his crazed lust. Tipping his head, he lifted her hips and placed the tip of his blood-engorged cock just to her entrance. “I don’t think I can be gentle here, baby. I’m too fucking desperate to have you, to be inside.”
Amanda grabbed his arms as her eyes became smoky pools. “Don’t be.”
As the electric current sizzled and crackled around them in jolting bolts of sheer energy, he realized that there was no way he could stop. He had to have her, had to possess her. With one long stroke, he plunged the entire length of his cock inside her molten pussy thrusting her back against the hard cool tile. Slam after slam he drove into her core, driving in to her as her pussy muscles clenched and milked his swelling shaft, throbbing and pulsing with every move. Every touch brought them both closer to a magical level of nirvana.
Panting, she wrapped her hands around his neck straining to meet every thrust with her own. Their anguished cries of savage hunger permeated the room sending sparkles of lilting sounds cascaded in pulsing beats, matching the sultry strains of guitar from the jazz music filtering from the living room. They moved together, body against body, heart beating as one until the sheer rapture of ecstasy took them both catapulting into the sea of wicked desire.
His emotions racing with his crazed pulse, he drove into her harder and deeper until they both screamed, their voices strangled. Their orgasms ripped through their bodies in a constant stream of ragged waves, crashing over them until they both were stunned from the incredible level of rapture that finally drove them into exhaustion.
In the breathless aftermath they held each other, caressing gently as she nuzzled into the heat of his neck.
“Mmm…” Sated and content, Jax pressed a series of kisses against her shimmering cheek.
“I love you.” Her soft whisper floated across them like a peaceful breeze.
Jax opened his eyes wide and swallowed hard.
Chapter Two
Aleksandr Vasiliev glanced at the stunning blond and allowed his extremely vivid imagination to wonder about what the boy would taste like, succulent and yet laced with a touch of warm figs nestled in a heated glass of cognac. The thought gave him pause. Perhaps a snack before he finished the shoot could be in order. Chuckling darkly, he gazed out the oversized window at the moonlit night. It had been a very long day and he was certainly in need of a taste to satisfy his hungers.
“Am I doing it right?” The blond turned his head and smiled his look apprehensive yet accentuated with a touch of interest as he moved his body and captured the requested stance.
God, he hated when they asked too many questions. Finding suitable models had proven to be a touch daunting. Fortunately this one had a higher degree of maturity than most of his subjects and also had experience modeling. “You look simply delicious. Hold the perfect stance for just one moment while I adjust the lighting.” In truth, he simply wanted to steal a glance at the stunning boy’s cock. Aleks snickered and turned his intense stare toward the model. He had paid well for his models and was highly respected and the majority of the time the young men vied for a position within his stable of employees. The flaxen haired beauty had driven a hard bargain, which managed to intrigue Aleks further, yet it remained whether the boy would be a further willing participant in his particular brand of erotic playtime. Either way, the boy’s sensuous carved body, reminiscent of a California surfer was exactly what he needed to finish the shoot.
Whether the boy would succumb to his lascivious desires was entirely beside the point. Aleks latest model was going to be the most scintillating dinner selection he had experienced in a full week. His full schedule of putting the pieces together at the gallery had prevented him from keeping his regular feeding schedule and Aleks was feeling the ill effects. “Perhaps we should move to the bench.” He slid his finger inside his mouth, suckling as nothing more than a blatant tease as the blond watched his every move, mesmerized by his raw hunger. Of course he could read the boy’s mind easily enough. While there was a touch of fear that trickled through him, the boy was very much intrigued by his sexual prowess and also quite attracted to Aleks.
Aleks purred and eased his finger in and out of his mouth, scraping the tip across his sharpened canines, drawing a single drop of blood. He realized his arrogance could certainly get the better of him some day but this night was already proving to be far too delicious to allow any interference. So be it. A touch conceited had allowed him to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh for centuries.
As the boy leaned over the spanking bench, he turned his head to stare into Aleks’ violet hued eyes. Almost startled at the infusion of gold flecks that shimmered in the dim lighting he swallowed hard as his eyes grew wide.
Aleks could feel the boy’s blood pulsing erratically through his body and fought his natural urges. “Hmmm…allow me to position you for the perfect shot. After this we’ll enjoy some refreshment together.” Gliding forward, he kept his eyes locked onto the boys, hypnotizing him to the point he could see and intense shiver coursing throughout his system. He preferred a willing lover but his tastes were somewhat dark and had yet to find a man, a human that would allow him to enjoy his particular proclivities.
The boy turned and lowered his head, anticipating Aleks’ touch.
Aleks slid his cold hand across the boy’s sinewy back and sighed, savoring the sizzle of the boy’s tender flesh. How he loved to taste young flesh. He could barely get enough of their delicate skin and the flavor was always so lush like the freshest young fruit just after the hint of spring left its winter slumber. Pressing the boy’s head down, he forced one knee onto the bench and switched the angle. He was quite the willing submissive and perhaps Aleks would not only use him during another session for his art but would consider tasting him again in the future. “This is much more what I’d envisioned. Hold this for just a moment.”
The boy shivered but said nothing.
Unable to resist, Aleks slid his hand down to cup and knead the boy’s firm buttocks and eased a single finger down the crack of his ass to tickle the edge of his sacs. The boy’s cock twitched as he grazed his finger across his limp shaft and back up. Aleks pressed his finger between his tight ass cheeks and inched his tip just inside the boy’s sensitive hole.
“What are you…doing?” The boy’s voice lumbered off to a ragged whisper as his tense body suddenly relaxed, submitting to the man that could quite possibly make him a star.
Aleks pressed his finger inside, pushing gently into his tender flesh and back out. “Hmm. Not yet my lover, but soon. Stay just like that while I work and I’ll give you pleasures of the flesh that you have never known.” It was nothing more than a test and when the beauty didn’t bolt, Aleks’ cock twitched against the tight confines of his linen pants. He moved back and grabbed the camera. Snapping shot after shot of the naked man, Aleks thought about just how much he hungered for his subjects and relished his art, the very passion that roared through him. He longed to paint the sweet slip of a man that was hunkered over one of his carefully selected toys, his many apparatuses meant to bring pain and pleasure to his subjects. Oh, he knew better, he meant his ‘victims’ but certainly most received the kind of sexual surrender they sought in their most secret cravings and he was the master of teaching them, releasing them from their tortured bindings. Each subject was carefully selected and Aleks showed him that he understood the erotic yearnings he read in their minds and gave them every kinky hunger that they had dreamed of but were terrified to experience or to even breathe for fear of retribution.
This stunning blond was no exception and while Aleks knew without a shadow of a doubt that the young man had never had the pleasures of a man before, he was well aware of the boy’s cravings and his shameless thoughts that forced him into masturbation night after lonely night. Aleks would give the boy what he yearned for and in turn, the boy would feed him this night. “That’s it. Perfect.” How Aleks enjoyed his wicked game of allowing them to understand that he was the only one that could teach them and guide them to face the raw burning hungers that threatened to consume their very bodies if not sated.
Shot after shot Aleksandr glided around the boy in endless circles capturing his essence as he caressed the model’s heated skin, willing him into different positions until Aleks was satisfied that he had exactly what he needed to finish his shoot. He had a deadline looming and Aleks was certainly the consummate businessman. After all, he couldn’t stand on his laurels or his past fortunes and this event would put him back on the map in the desperate little city. After all, there was no going home.
Finally finished, Aleksandr licked his lips and walked toward the nearly exhausted boy. “You’ve done very well. I’m extremely pleased and your payment shall reflect your hard work and cooperation. Go and slip into the robe while I prepare us a drink.”
The boy stood on shaky legs and faced him. “You are pleased with…with my performance?”
Aleks couldn’t resist. “Your performance?” Cupping the golden haired creature’s chin he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the nearly emaciated beauty, drinking in his raw essence, savoring the flavor that was so very unique to each subject. He licked a slow and sensuous line around the boy’s lips as his canines pulsed painfully from his gums. Aleksandr was not yet ready to take the boy, but soon. Yet as he sliced a single fang into the boy’s lower lip and as the first drop of rich blood fell across his tongue, every cell his in body awakened and screamed for more. “Very pleased for now and what is yet to come will startle your senses. Now go and dress.” His hunger almost to the ravaging state, Aleks forced himself away from his prey, yet his voice carried his lustful needs. The taste of the boy was truly heady indeed.
The boy scuttled off, looking back several times as he moved behind the silk screen.
Unfettered, Aleks allowed his aching fangs to erupt, filling him with the anguish of his hungers. Unable to stop his need, he hissed and slid his glance toward the silk screen. How long had it been since he had fed to the point of being sated? While his selections were rich, he had to be careful and that challenged his needs, his desires. There was no way he could feed on all of them as he has a business to build. Growling, he walked toward the small counter and poured his flavor of choice. The red wine hid his special additive well enough and would also give the boy the needed thirst for a bit more of what he was going to offer, what he would take. Aleks took a long sip allowing the rich liquid infused with his own special formula of blood to trickle down his throat. There were times he was unhappy with the change, his life but tonight was not one of those nights. For tonight, he would have the fine and very rare flavor of one so young and Aleksandr would show him the art, the love and the ways of BDSM.
Aleksandr glided toward the shocking black and white glossies and smiled, admiring his work. It had taken him long enough to build the massive collection and one that he was so very proud of. The majority had already been selected but the gallery owner assured him that he had enough clients hungry for his art that a second showing would be needed. In truth, the owner had sought him out among other more seasoned professionals and while the decision was curious, Aleks realized that his art was attention getting with dark and dangerous flavors. He had outdone himself this time. The look of each was a scintillating vision of a life that many desired and few would allow. Chuckling, he heard the boy behind him and remained quiet enjoying his creations. “Tell me again, what is your name?”
“Matt…it’s Matt.”
“Come Matt and partake in what I would call the juice of the Gods.” Aleks sipped the fine vintage and had to admire the boy for his bravado. Few accepted his hospitality without asking questions. This one continued to remain silent. Finally curious, he turned his smoky gaze toward Matt and licked his lips.
Matt’s hand shook as he lifted the heavy crystal. He kept his curious gaze directed on Aleks as he drank the tainted liquid.
“Tell me, what do you think of my work?”
Matt moved forward slowly and stared at the poster-sized glossies. “They’re beautiful.”
“Hmmm…yes, they are.”
“What…what are you planning on doing with them?”
Aleks laughed. Some could not understand or enjoy his art but his followers relished in his offerings. The sensual, kinky designs were meant for thought provoking conversations in collections that held other items of erotic pleasure. “Perhaps Matt, you’ll end up being famous as these will be hung in the finest homes in our fair city and beyond.”
Matt swallowed and sipped the drink, frowning as the blood red froth passed his lips. “I’d like that I would.” Sliding his fingers through his golden locks, he nodded absently and took a step away from Aleks. “I…should be going…um…um…”
Aleks chuckled. “You’re looking for payment?’
“Yes…I…yes.”
Aleks moved toward the prepared envelope and set his drink down as the rush of his blood sent electric pulses throughout his body, forcing the rumble of his hungers to slice a painful jolt into his system. He closed his eyes as the beast rose and turned his voice hoarse with lust. “Here you are.” Unused to losing control, he settled his nerves before he tried to move.
As Matt’s hand reached out tentatively for the crisp linen, he stole a glance up into Aleksandr’s face just as the monster opened his eyes. Instantly mesmerized, he became transfixed by the luminescent glow hindering any further movement.
Aleks purred as his fingers grasped Matt’s, drawing him closer and taking in the decadent scent of the boy’s blood, savoring the slice of terror that ran freely through him. The rich aroma alone was enough to create a marring haze around his narrowed eyes. The moment he turned his famished look directly on Matt’s face, the boy froze as if in suspended animation, his smoky gaze growing into pools of shimmering light.
Aleks sighed and wrapped his hand around Matt’s neck, easing the boy’s shaking body forward, keeping his eyes locked and his dangerous look penetrating. “Tell me, have you longed to have something, Matt? Have you longed to taste a man and drink in his very essence?”
Matt swallowed and nodded the trance almost completely in place.
Aleks feathered his fingers back and forth across the heat of Matt’s neck, gathering the tiny beads of fear infused perspiration. Leaning his face toward the boy’s he darted his tongue to taste his sweet lips. “You taste so sweet, dear boy.” Aleksandr slid his fingers into his mouth and sighed. The taste was filled with the pungent flavors of his unique musk, a wicked myriad of exotic flavors, subtle yet shamelessly tasty. He could quite possibly get lost feasting on the beautiful man. “Come Matt.” He smiled as his eyes narrowed on the boy and turned. It wasn’t a question but a mere statement that required Matt’s obedience.