Black Rose (10 page)

Black Rose

I stand over, watching her sleep. She is my savior of sorts. No longer do I feel the need to have a victim’s warm blood running through my fingertips. She has changed another part of me also. I no longer have a need to bed a different woman each night.

I take my hunting knife from the bedside table. I was half expecting it to be gone after her last encounter with it. I’m glad to find it still there because had it not been, discipline would have been inevitable.

“Shh, don’t move, kitten, this knife is very sharp. You could get cut.” She awakens to my sinister chuckle.

“Sit up against the railing on the bed. Oh, that is a good girl, going to bed nude so your predator has easy access. I watched you today. I bet you never even knew.”

I watch her face as I put the knife up and toss a black bag on the bed.

“Bend your knees and spread your legs, kitten.”

My mouth crashes down on hers and my tongue darts between her lips, taking what is mine. She has set me free and I am enamored with her innocence. The thought of defiling her and creating a hunger in her for my debauchery is an aphrodisiac to me. Thoughts of her invade my mind numerous times throughout the day. Having her here is so much more enjoyable than I had anticipated. She is a drug and I am a willing addict. I will do anything to keep her—anything.

“You be a good girl and do everything that I tell you to and you won’t get hurt… too badly.” I purposely taunt her with fear. I am a man who is capable of anything when it comes to her.

I move my mouth in close to hers before I make my next demand. It is imperative that she obey me at all times.

“Suck my tongue, like your sucking my cock.”

She pulls on my tongue with her lips and I can feel it all the way down into my groin. She is sucking it and rolling her tongue around mine. She has no idea she is summoning the beast within me to come forth and dine. The killer inside me relishes fucking the innocence right out of her. I enjoy corrupting my innocent, little kitten. Subjecting her to my darkness is pleasurable, but soiling her very existence is fucking heavenly.

I grab her by the nape of her neck and growl at her. “Bend your knees and spread your legs. I’m going to watch you fuck yourself tonight. I’ve thought about what I am going to make you do all day long. You don’t know how many times my cock got hard thinking of you today. You’re going to fuck yourself like a dirty, little, porn queen for my pleasure. I might even make you take that fake cock you fuck yourself with and suck your juices off of it afterwards. I have all kinds of dirty, nasty little tricks in my black bag, young lady.”

Her face turns beet red with embarrassment and I continuing speaking. “I enjoy embarrassing you. I enjoy talking dirty to you and purposely making you uncomfortable. I’m all kinds of fucked up, little girl. Now, you be a good girl and tell me you’ll do anything I ask you to.”

“I will,” she innocently eyes me as she continues speaking. “I don’t know why, but I like the things you do to me and I trust you.”

“Well, trust is a real big part of our kinky, little relationship because I own you now. You belong to me.”

She surprises me when she smiles and I know by the look on her face that she enjoys being wanted, even if it is in a fucked up obsession kind of way.

I reach into the black bag I brought and remove KY and a dildo. I chuckle as I see the mortification written all over her face. She is a novice in all things sexual and she is my trainee to corrupt and make completely mine. She will be my own personal sex slave and by the time I am finished with her training, she will crave me like a junkie craves a fix. I am her new drug of choice.

“Spread your pussy open and touch yourself. Oh, that is a good girl. Slide your middle finger in. You’re such a dirty girl, but only for me, kitten, only for me.”

I stand, stroking my length as I watch every detail of what she is doing. Even though she is embarrassed, she is undoubtedly aroused.

“Now, take this dildo and fuck yourself for me.” My look is one that dares her to challenge or disobey me. She bites her bottom lip as she takes the phallus from my hand and places it at her opening. She is so turned on by the fact that I’m watching her.

“What a little exhibitionist you are. If I ever find out you perform this little show for any other man, well, let’s just say, I’ll introduce you to a new kind of pain.” I can tell by the look on her face that she is terrified of me and for some fucked up reason, that terror is making my cock throb with desire. Yes, there isn’t any doubt in my mind, I’m a sexual deviant.

“You want me to lick that sweet, little pussy of yours while you get fucked? That is a good girl, keep fucking yourself for me.”

I bend down and begin nibbling at her clit. Her legs are shaking already. I begin pulling it out of hiding with my lips, sucking and milking it until I bring her right to the edge.

I’m watching her from between her legs as I talk to her in between flicks of my tongue while she fucks herself for me with the dildo.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you all day long, girl. Do you know what the torment I’m subjecting you to is called? It’s called edging. I’m bringing you right to the point of climaxing and then I stop. Your pleasure and your pain belong to me now.

“Please, I need to come. Let me come, Charles, please. I’ll do anything.”

I purposely ignore her, taking the dildo from her hand and start twirling it at her opening.

“You want to get fucked, baby? Whose pussy is that?”

“It’s yours, Sir. Please, just let me come.”

“Good girl, you just keep saving that sweet little body for me.”

I begin pumping the dildo in and out of her while lapping at her clit like a kitten at a bowl of warm milk. In between licks, I give her permission to come.

Her body thrashes wildly as I pull orgasm after orgasm from her. I drink up her juices like a man dying of thirst. Taking her essence in is so satisfying for me. I gain pleasure knowing I have brought her pleasure.

I flip her over onto all fours, sliding my cock into her and viciously fucking her as I threaten her and pull her hair. I want to hurt her, I want to treat her roughly, and I want to fuck her so hard that I climb up into her and we become one. I just want her…I want her…I want her…

“You better not let another man touch you. You haven’t seen pain, girl. You belong to me now. I’m watching you, Melanie. I know where you go and I know what you do. Get that hand down there and come for me again.”

She touches herself and, almost immediately, she goes off like a rocket. Her pussy clenches down on me like a vice grip, milking me from my balls straight through to my tip. I lean over her after I climax and growl in her ear, “Get your ass in the bathroom, get cleaned up, and then get back out here. We need to talk.”

She does as I asked her to and makes her way back around the corner. I point for her to sit on the bed from the chair I’m seated in. A small end table lamp is barely enough light to illuminate the room and seems to bathe everything in a sinister glow that matches my mood.

“I’m a businessman, Melanie, and I have enough sense to know you have researched me by now and you know exactly who I am.” I keep the fact that I have her under surveillance to myself. Every digital device I have given her is monitored and that includes the computer she has been using to look up all those old articles.

“I completely understand you are curious by nature but, I can assure you, I am never ever letting you go. I can be nice, or I can be nasty, and I’m certain you won’t like the nasty side of me. I can guarantee if you try to leave me, I have enough money and enough lawyers to take you down. I’m not beyond doing anything necessary to keep you and Tommy under this roof. I have every intention of adopting him very soon. You need to be definitive on your decision to remain here with me. Do you understand what I’m saying or do I need to clarify matters to you?”

“I understand you want me here, but I don’t know why… not when you could have any woman you want.”

“Your innocence is alluring to me. I’m certain you’ve realized by now that I am not exactly normal when it comes to sexual matters. I enjoy control—complete control.”

“So… you feel I satisfy your sexual needs?”

“I care about you and I care about Tommy.”

I watch as she nervously fidgets. “We like it here and we don’t want to leave.”

“Good girl. That is a very good answer.”

My blue eyes cut to her core in an effort to make sure there is no mistaking that I mean what I’m saying. I’m a fucking menace when provoked and I will use every bit of that controlled danger to ensure she remains here with me. Life with me is a double edged sword—it can go either way.

This isn’t the same man talking to her who just fucked her brains out; this is a businessman who knows how to control even the most unpredictable of situations.

I raise a sardonic brow and cock my head to the side as I speak, “Well, scoot over. I’m sleeping here tonight.”

I can tell she is having a very hard time getting a read on the man who has interrupted her life. Only time will tell just how much danger she is in. It all relies on her willingness and ability to obey me…

Selena

Dr. Eric Ozment is sitting there staring at me and finally, the giggle I am trying to suppress escapes me and I speak, “You’re staring, Eric.”

“That’s Dr. Ozment at work, young lady.”

“Oh, I see. Well, excuse me.”

He hired me part time but every day we end up squeezing in as much time as we can together. It is evident to not only us, but to everyone employed at the hospital, that we are attracted to each other. The two of us have been inseparable from the moment we laid eyes on one another.

The thing I like most about him is that I can tell he sincerely doesn’t care who I slept with in the past. I told him the story of how I had been brought over from Colombia to work in Antonio Wayne’s establishment, appropriately named ‘The Club.’ I was only dancing until I was brought to Louisville, Kentucky to work for Diego. Once I arrived, he wasted no time putting me to work as a prostitute. I should have stayed with Antonio because he never forced the dancers to do anything but dance. However, if I would have done that, I never would have met my knight in shining armor seated in front of me now. He absolutely adores everything about me and it feels damn good to be treasured by a professional man like him. All the time he is telling me that he thinks I’m beautiful, smart, and one of the kindest people who he has ever had the pleasure of meeting. It feels good to be wanted and loved by a man I thought would never have anything to do with an ex-hooker. He never throws my past in my face. He acts as though he truly believes I’m an angel and he treats me as no man has ever done before—with respect.

I watch as he gently strokes my hand and speaks, “I’m so glad you’re working with me now.”

I look up, smiling at the handsome doctor. He really has been a knight in shining armor and my hero of sorts.

“It is wonderful to be away from… well, anyway…” I turn my face away as the shame for all my previous mistakes I have been forced to make rears its ugly head.

Eric is immediately perceptive and changes the subject. “You know, Selena, I would be willing to have you move in with me.”

“You are a doctor and I’m certain that you have plenty of women.”

“But I want you.”

“Eric, I’m just not ready for any sort of relationship.”

“Purely platonic, Selena,” he pleads, sounding almost urgent but I can tell he doesn’t want to overwhelm me.

“I’ll think about it,” I answer.

If I could read his thoughts, it would be very clear that the good doctor is now smitten. Thoughts of any other women have disappeared like vapor in the mist, long gone fantasy fodder.

“I need to get back to the pool house. I have some chores to do and I would like to phone Rene on a private line. I promise I’ll consider moving into the main house.” I pat his hand, kiss his cheek, and make my way out the door.

I rush to my car as I speak into my phone. “I am so sorry. I feel just terrible about not being able to see you anymore but I have gone legit.”

Getting out of the lifestyle is proving to be more difficult than I had anticipated. Many of my clients don’t want to let go and, even after being told no, they often call my number… like just now.

It is becoming more evident with each new day that I’m going to have to totally revamp. That definitely means getting a new phone plan and number. I’m due for an upgrade anyway.

I’ll have to change my phone number, e-mail address, and possibly go to the extreme of moving. Maybe moving in with the good doctor isn’t such a bad idea. I know I would feel safer. Even though the pool house is on his property, I wouldn’t put it past one of my clients to follow me, or even stalk me.

“Damn it,” I mutter, as the contents of my designer purse spill onto the parking garage concrete flooring.

I never see Bill Anderson ease his way from behind the column where he has been standing, listening to and observing my actions.

“Well, well, what do we have here? I have heard the rumors swirling throughout the hospital halls that Eric has a new love interest. I wonder what people would think if they knew she was nothing but a hired whore, a slut who is willing to sell herself to the highest bidder? I tell you what, let’s just agree to keep this as our little secret. This hospital’s atmosphere can be vicious and if these nurses smell blood, they will pursue you relentlessly until they have all the dirt. I can assure you, that a man with Eric’s prestigious reputation will drop you like a hot potato if that happens.”

I scoop the remaining items into my purse and stand, eyeing Dr. Bill Anderson. “I have never been anything but discreet about my business or anyone else’s. There is no need to threaten me. Have a good day,” I state, pushing my way past him and exiting the parking garage in my luxury sedan.

I still haven’t made up my mind whether I feel intimidated or pissed off, but I will definitely be taking time to process the incident later on. Who does that guy think he is calling me a slut? He is nothing more than a john who can’t get a date without paying for it and hiding behind his profession doesn’t change the fact that he is no better than I am.

Agent Turner

“Whether you like it or not, many times hoofing it through a neighborhood and speaking to the residents is how crimes get solved. Someone saw something the night that man was executed in the field.”

“He ripped off the wrong dope dealer evidently. It’s either that, or someone didn’t appreciate the fact he was slinging dope on their turf,” Rene insists.

“That man was no more a dope dealer than I am.”

“Well, we know it wasn’t
Black Rose
, because if it had been, he would have left his signature.”

We make our way up to a group of men, sitting on a stoop drinking, and begin to question them.

“You men didn’t happen to be sitting out here on the night that gentleman got killed in that field over there, did you?”

“We may have been here but we don’t know nuttin’ bout no killin’.”

“Have you seen anything out of the norm lately?”

One of the men laughs, “Only thing I’ve seen is that chick upstairs score on findin’ a sugar daddy. Some driver come and took her away and she ain’t been seen since.”

“Right after the killing?”

“Yep, next day in fact.”

“Do you know where she works?”

“Works in that truck stop, right across that field where that man got killed. Or, did work in that truck stop, before she scored on the rich white dude.” That sends the men into a bantering session and jeers are thrown back and forth on how they wish they had the right equipment between their legs to get that
lucky.
They’ve completely lost interest in us as they then begin to chide one another about being too ugly to get laid. 

It’s a great time to make our exit so I look at Rene and speak under my breath, “Looks like it’s time to go get a cup of coffee.” We head back down to the car and drive over to the truck stop.

Even though Rene is convinced this woman has nothing to do with the killing, she is glad to get off the streets and get something to eat. I’ve never seen anyone who can eat as much as she does and stay so thin.

A waitress makes her way over with a coffee pot and two mugs in tow. I waste no time questioning her about the missing waitress.

“You had a waitress working here the last time I was in and I don’t see her here now. Has anyone quit lately?”

I’m going on nothing but gut instinct, hoping to get information. I have no description or name for this mystery woman. My bold method to dive right in with my questioning pays off though.

“Oh, you must be talking about Melanie.”

“Yeah, that’s her.” I take a chance and answer like I know exactly who Melanie is.

“She disappeared after that dude got killed in the field. I just figured she felt like it was time to get herself and her son out of the neighborhood.”

“Did she have a family that you know of? You know, like someone who could help her financially?”

“She didn’t have anybody. I just assumed she moved on. Anything has to be better than working in this dive.”

Her boss’ voice, yelling at her to get back to work, confirms this place doesn’t offer the best working conditions. The waitress turns to go and retrieve the danishes we have ordered and Rene eyes me shaking her head.

“You’re like a dog with a bone.”

“You don’t find it odd that some nobody waitress gets rescued by prince charming a day after the murder.”

“Number one, you’re going on the word of a guy who starts drinking before ten in the morning. Number two, just because he stated the girl got picked up by a driver doesn’t mean it was prince charming, as you so eloquently worded. For all we know, a family member could have gotten her out of the neighborhood because they felt it was too dangerous after the murder.”

We both look up and view the waitress returning with our danishes and I reaffirmed, “You say that Melanie didn’t have any family?”
“No, only Tommy, her little boy. She loves that kid so much. Sometimes I think he was the only thing that kept the poor girl hanging on.” She turned and left and took with her any hope I had of finding out the truth about this killing.

We quickly consumed the coffee and food and made our way back out to the car. I turn to look at Rene and, as much as I hate to admit it, maybe she is right. Maybe this case doesn’t warrant me wasting any more time on it. My phone rings with a call from the coroner’s office as if somehow reinforcing my thoughts.

“Yeah, what have you got?”

“Looks like your boy who killed the lady from the dating site is a real sick fuck.”

“Go ahead.”

“You have a full blown necrophiliac on your hands. I have evidence confirming he had sex will a cold, dead stiff. You are dealing with a real sicko.”

I tell him thanks, get off the phone, and inform my partner that we need to focus on the two serial killers that we have more leads on—
Black Rose
and the necrophiliac.

“Finally, you’re going to let it go.”

“I’m not letting it go, I’m just putting it on the back burner… for now…”