Landslide (21 page)

I nodded and took the stage, holding the mic. Tiffany was standing off to the side with a smile on her face, and I knew she was expecting me to end my speech with an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Good Evening. In case you don’t know me, I’m Senator Maxwell Joseph from California. I’ve spent the past few weeks working on an international committee with many of the fine men and women in this room. Working with people from different parties and different nations has opened my eyes to many new ideas.

“As many of you know, in the spirit of change and new opportunities, I was nominated by my party to run for Governor of California. Tonight, I am going to make it official by accepting the nomination.”  

There
was applause from the room. Although the majority of the party goers were not Americans, everyone knew that politics were global. I worked well with most of the men and women in the room, and they would love it if I won office. It should have been my night to shine, but the
one
person I wanted to share it with was missing.

I looked around the crowd as the applause continued. Tiffany was still off in the wings. I saw her mouth, “Do it now,” and I might have, if not for the fact that Liv walked into the room, a smile on her face. I barely had time to notice, though, because right behind her was an angel.

At first when she stood in the doorway, I thought she was in a white evening gown, but as she moved into the room, I could see it was pale pink. The bodice was tight and adorned with small beads that caught the light. The dress itself, continued to hug her figure as it fell to the floor, but there was a sheer layer of fabric that gave it a softness. Her hair had been pulled up in a loose bun with a few tendrils framing her face. She looked beautiful, sophisticated, sexy. A diamond necklace hung around her neck, making it look a mile long, and a pair of earrings dangled from her lobes, glimmering in the light. I glanced quickly at her wrist and was thrilled to see she was wearing the bracelet, and that all of the charms were on it. Locking eyes with me, she smiled.

While I was looking at her, everyone else in the room had been looking at me expectantly since the applause had died down.

“That’s only part of the news I wanted to share with you tonight.” As I spoke, I saw Tiffany out of the corner of my eye putting on lip-gloss. “Like I said earlier, being here opened my eyes to many new things, but there is one person who has been doing that for me for quite some time now. I know I don’t have the reputation for being the biggest family man…” There were a few chuckles from the crowd. “…but things are different for me now. This person has made me see things in a way I never have before, and feel things I’ve never felt. She’s made me want things that I never thought I’d want. She’s helped me to be a better man, and I’d like to introduce you to her—the love of my life…” Tiffany started moving forward with a smile on her face. “…Mackenzie Wade.”

Tiffany stopped dead in her tracks, looking utterly confused. Kenzie, on the other hand, was standing in the middle of the room, smiling nervously.

Liv walked up behind her, took her by the elbow, and led her up to the stage.

When she made it up the stairs, she walked over to me slowly and said in a quiet voice, but one that the mic picked up, “Hi.”

There was a chuckle from the audience.

“I’m sorry I brought you up here in front of all of these people. I didn’t want to embarrass you, but this is just something that I need to say.” I put the microphone back in the stand and took both of her hands.

“Kenzie, from the moment I met you, my life has never been the same. You have made me feel alive…you’ve made me appreciate things that I never had before. When I wake up in the morning, you are the first thing I think about, and you’re the last thought I have at night before I go to sleep. Every part of my life is better when you’re in it, and I can’t imagine living it without you.”

Though there were tears in her eyes, she was smiling. I reached in my pocket and took out the box. Dropping to one knee earned me a gasp from not only the crowd, but Kenzie herself.

“Mackenzie Wade, I love you.” I slowly opened the box. “Will you marry me?”

I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It felt like the world was standing still until I heard the one word that made everything alright.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

She nodded her head, “Yes!”

I took the ring from the box and slipped it on her finger. She pulled me to my feet, threw her arms around my neck, and we embraced while the crowd cheered. She leaned back slightly and I brushed her lips with mine. I wanted to ravish her right then and there, but knew we’d have plenty of time for that later. She’d be with me always, no matter the fallout.

I glanced over at Tiffany, who was fuming. I had no idea what I was I was going to say to her, but luckily Liv was quick on her feet. She walked onto the stage and grabbed the mic.

“I’d like to be the first to congratulate the happy couple.” She turned to us, “Congratulations, Brother. You couldn’t have done any better.” She turned to Kenzie. “
You
could have.”

The crowd laughed. “Seriously, though, if you’d like to know more about the happy couple, there will be an exclusive photo exposé on them tomorrow. In fact, let’s all thank Tiffany DuPree for organizing it. Come on up here and tell everyone a bit about it, Tiffany, and congratulate the happy couple.”

All eyes were on Tiffany as she made her way onto the stage. “Tell us about the article,” Liv said with a smile.

Taking the mic from my sister,
Tiffany spoke to the crowd. “Well, it’s just a photo exposé of their trip to Paris.”

“Wonderful! Why don’t we give everyone a preview now while we count down to the
New Year?” Liv said, taking the mic from Tiffany.

Photographs of Kenzie and I in Paris flashed on the screen as everyone counted down. When we got to one, I pulled Kenzie into my arms and kissed her hard. The kiss was full of hope and promise for the future.

Moments after we’d stopped kissing, a man from the crowd shouted out a few questions. “Senator Wade, when will the wedding take place? How old is she? How do you think this will affect the race for Governor?”

I knew the questions would come, and that there would be more far worse than those. I didn’t care. Mackenzie and I were together, and that was all that mattered. In a few moments, I’d take her to my room and make love to her all night. With her safely in my embrace, I turned to the
man to answer his questions. “We haven’t discussed a date, and Kenzie is nineteen. As far as the election is concerned, and how this will affect my future, I look at it this way…she said yes…I’ve already won by a landslide.

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"That was beautiful, butterfly."

Those were the words the caller had used last night. Just that one statement, and then the line went dead. It had obviously been a wrong number, but still, the timing of it unnerved me.

I'd just finished masturbating, and not one minute after I had come down from my high, the phone rang.

Maybe it was the deep voice that spoke in only a whisper, sending chills up my spine. Maybe it was what he had said, as if he knew what I had just done. Whatever it was, it had me tossing and turning all night.

Chapter 1

Sir

I’d been watching her for weeks now; stalking her, if you will. After all, she was my prey.
Her body, her mind—my quarry. I knew it was just a matter of time before I would claim this woman as mine, and what’s more, she would beg me to take her.

Though I hadn’t been looking for another woman in my life, she caught my attention anyway.

I watched her every move—twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I watched her at home, at work and, of course, I watched her at play.

She was beautiful,
with her light brown hair that cascaded in waves to the center of her back. She had an amazing body, but what had really caught my attention was her almond shaped eyes. Even from a distance, I could see tiny flecks of what looked like gold dust in her dark brown orbs. It wasn’t the color that caught my attention, nor her lashes, which were extraordinarily long and full. What caught my attention was the way she kept her eyes downcast, showing me that above all else, Rebecca Summers was a natural submissive.

It was easy for me to observe her. Some thought I was a disgusting pervert, preying on an innocent girl like that—a predator even. They would be right. I was a predator, lethal in every way, and I wasn’t even human.

At six foot two, with coffee colored hair and eyes that have been described as the color of root beer popsicles, I appeared harmless. My body was perfectly conditioned, but not so bulky as to alarm people. Like males of most species, I was attractive. In my case, though, I used it as a weapon to draw in unsuspecting victims.

My vision—superior both in the daytime and at night—let me see things clearly, even at a distance. It allowed me to observe Rebecca most nights from my apartment in the building across the street. Sometimes I even listened to her from her balcony, hidden from view, though I didn’t like it when I couldn’t see her.

She caught my attention one night while I was looking out my window. The entire western wall of her high-rise apartment was made of glass, allowing anyone to see in. She had been lying on her bed, nude, pleasuring herself. Sure, she kept the lights off so that no one could really see her, but that sense of exhibitionism had me captivated. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

After some research I learned a bit more about her. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that she worked at a company owned by my family. Under the guise of wanting to work there I was able to observe her more.

I scrutinized the way she would interact with her co-workers. She always did as she was told, and although she was clearly intelligent and very competent at her job, she seemed to be content to follow her boss’ every instruction, never making waves—even when it was warranted.

I continued to observe her and was pleased to see that this was also true in her life outside of work. She was independent and lived on her own—without a roommate—but instead of living a wild life of a single woman in her twenties, publicly, she followed all of the rules, right down
to waiting for the walk signal when crossing a street. In the privacy of her apartment it was a different matter.

Privately, she was confident, sexual and wild. I wanted nothing more than to have her at my feet. The information I’d gathered changed her from being a person of interest into the woman that I wanted to have
submit to me.

I couldn’t wait to have her...and I would. There was just one small thing to take care of first—one small blonde thing.

Gretchen was, in theory, the perfect sub. She never made a mistake, never said no, never called ‘red.’

It’s not that I wanted a sub to call red, but no matter what I did, Gretchen’s response was the same. She never showed nervousness or fear. She took everything I had to give and more. I had spanked her so hard I had left imprints on her ass and thighs, which, though they healed quickly, were very painful. I had fucked her once for an entire day without even a whimper. She was perfect, too perfect, and that was why I needed someone else, someone new—someone human.

It wasn’t like I just threw Gretchen away. I’d done this before, though I had to admit, it had been a while since a human had caught my attention. Although she wasn’t my collared sub, Gretchen was as close as I had. She had been faithful to me, and as her Dom, I wanted to make sure that her needs were cared for.

After picking her up, I brought her to a BDSM club downtown that had a separate floor used by my kind. The air inside smelled of sex, human sex. The odor of excitement mixed with fear aroused me and served to reinforce my reason for being here.

“Off,” I commanded, nodding to the long, grey coat she wore. She peeled it off immediately, revealing a leather bra and matching thong, both adorned with silver studs.

“On your knees.”

She dropped instantly, as she always did.

I removed a black leather collar from my pocket, clipped it around her neck and attached the matching leash. I didn’t usually put a collar on my submissives, as they knew that when they were in my presence they belonged to me and were to serve me always. There was nothing special about this collar. I’d used it before on several submissives. It wasn’t a symbol of a deep commitment; it was simply to signify that she was my property.

I didn’t do relationships, and I’d given up long ago on finding my mate. I had submissives to use as I wanted, to play with, to control. The only yearning I had for a woman was to have her serve me.

I’d never been a monogamous Dom; taking a submissive when I wanted was my prerogative. In the past when I’d had a human submissive, I’d had one of my
race as well. It allowed me to find sexual release by fucking her after a night of flogging the human’s ass.

I would have kept Gretchen just for that purpose, but I knew that she wanted more. I could tell that she wanted a permanent collar, and that was just something I didn’t do.

Eventually, I figured that I’d have to replace Gretchen, but I didn’t want to think about that now. For now, I wanted to focus on tonight and making sure she was cared for. Hopefully, if all went well, we would both be on our way to getting what we wanted—Gretchen would get a Dom who was willing to collar her, and I would be free to pursue my relationship with butterfly.

I looked down at her in her inspection pose as she waited for permission to greet me. I nodded once, and she placed herself in a prone position, almost as if she were praying. She kissed the tops of each of my shoes and sat back up, waiting for her instructions.

“Good girl,” I said, patting her head. “Now rise, it’s time.”

She knew what we were doing. We had talked about it earlier in the week when I told her I had wanted to end our arrangement. Tonight, I was presenting her to a new Dom. If they were both agreeable, I would be handing her over to him to care for and see to her needs.

Nodding to the doorman, I asked, “Where’s Ian?”

“Room six,” he replied after looking in the book.

I headed down the hall with Gretchen trailing from the end of the leash, her eyes down as a perfect sub should.

After knocking, I was greeted with a gruff, “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal a man, muscular in build, with the upper half of his body in stockades. Ian had him by his hips and was thrusting hard into his ass. I recognized the man as Vincent. I’d seen him around the club on occasion, though never in a submissive role, and I had to assume Ian was training him to be a Dom.

“Oliver,” Ian said, pulling out of Vincent and walking over to me, his dick bobbing with every step. He extended his hand.

Shaking it, I replied, “Ian.”

He glanced at Gretchen and then at me. “Is this her?” At my nod, he spoke again. “And you’re sure about this?”

“Yes,” I answered, not elaborating any further.

He turned to Gretchen. “Well, let me see you, little slut. Get in your inspection pose.”

When she looked to me for permission, I nodded.

She quickly took off her bra and panties and knelt on the floor—legs spread wide, chest out, head down. Ian walked around her, looking at her closely, touching her at times. He reached between her legs and pulled back a wet hand. “Such an eager little whore, aren’t you?” The question was rhetorical and Gretchen, of course, did not answer. I knew from our previous talks, however, that the possibility of finding a Dom who would permanently collar her was exactly what she was looking for.

He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them. “She’s delicious, Oliver. Are you sure you’re willing to give her up?”

“Yes,” I answered again, looking at Gretchen whose eyes were downcast. “Look at me,” I commanded, pleased when her eyes snapped to mine at once.

“We’ve talked about this, about your need to be dominated. Is this what you want? Are you willing to serve Ian as well as you have served me? Speak.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes dropping back to the ground.

Satisfied that she was willing to serve him, I turned my gaze to Ian. “She has agreed to a one week trial period to ensure compatibility. If things do not work out, she understands that she is on her own in finding a new Dom. Thank you for your willingness to help with this.” With that, I handed him the end of her leash. He took it with a nod and turned to Gretchen.

“Alright, slut, you belong to me now. Slut will be your name until I can think of something more suitable for you. Now, I want you to position yourself under pig over there.” He pointed at Vincent. “Do you know why I named him pig?” he asked me as Gretchen quickly situated herself under Vincent.

“Why?” I asked, moderately curious.

“Because the first session I had with him, he squealed like a pig when I fucked his ass. Do you know how amazing it is to emasculate a man in that way? To shoot
your come into his ass, or down his throat?”

I shook my head. I’d have to take his word for it, as I had no intentions of ‘emasculating’ a man.

“And he gives the best blowjobs. You want him to give you one? As kind of a thank you for giving me your slut.”

“No, thanks,” I said, trying to be polite. Call me old-fashioned, and I know that’s ironic given what I like to do, but I don’t think I could ever come from a man giving me a blowjob.

Ian had already moved to stand back behind Vincent, positioning his cock at his asshole.  “Slut, I hope you are good at blowjobs, because the rest of your night is going to depend on how well you can give one.”

Gretchen nodded.

“You will try to make pig come, and if you do, you will be rewarded. He will try to control himself, and if he does, he will be rewarded. The person who fails will be punished. Do you understand?”

They both nodded.

“Good, you have until I come, slut, now get working.” He smiled at me and thrust into Vincent. “Are you sure you don’t want that blowjob?” he asked again.

While part of me was curious as to how the contest would play out, and how Gretchen would do, I had plans for the evening. Big plans.

“I’ve got to get going,” I said truthfully. It was getting dark, and I had somewhere I wanted to be. I set the envelope with Gretchen’s limits that Ian and I had gone over a few days before on the table near the door. With a nod to him, I turned to exit the room.

I gave one last glance at Gretchen, who was already sucking on Vincent in earnest. Her cheeks were hollowed out and she had him in balls deep. He’d better have some serious self-control or he was definitely going to lose the challenge. After all, she was perfect, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I had made the right decision.

No, I reassured myself, this was what I wanted. I didn’t want perfect. I needed my playthings to make mistakes. Human mistakes.

I made it back to my apartment in plenty of time. Tonight began just like the others, but I knew it was going to end differently. Tonight I was going to make contact. Tonight, she was going to know I existed.

I sat down on a leather chair in front of my large living room window and watched her nightly routine, cock in hand. Once she climbed into bed, I began to stroke myself slowly.

I loved how she always fucked herself with her curtains open, giving the world a show, and tonight was no different. She was wearing just a t-shirt, no panties. Even from this distance, and through the glass, I could see how wet she already was.

I felt myself harden as she let her legs fall apart.

Her fingers found her swollen pussy and began rubbing slow circles, gently teasing her clit. Her head fell back and her breathing increased.

I loved to observe her when she was like this.

Her hips moved in time with her fingers, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she became rougher with herself.

As if on cue, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her dark hair cascaded down to take the place of the discarded garment, settling over her breasts and veiling her pink peaks. She brought a hand up, brushed the strands aside and tugged on her nipple.

Her eyelids fluttered and lowered, hiding her caramel colored eyes behind thick lashes. I watched, never blinking, as she increased her pace and brought herself to orgasm. It was beautiful the way her body unfolded, feet tucked up to her ass, knees falling to the sides. I loved the way they moved up and down, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly. I began to think of her as butterfly the first time I had seen her pleasuring herself.