PARANORMAL: Tamed By My Alpha Vampire (Vampire Billionaire Alpha Male Paranormal Romance) (BBW Multicultural Mail Order Bride Short Stories) (5 page)

Kamaria

I
didn’t know how long they kept me down there. Weeks? Months? It felt like years. I tried counting based on the meals they brought us, but I didn’t know if they brought meals three times a day, or once, or merely when they felt like it. All I knew is that I was slowly losing my mind. Every night I had nightmares.

“Are you going to finish your bread?” a voice called out.

I wouldn’t have called it bread, it was more like a rock that you could eat if you tried really hard. My stomach rumbled, begged me to try, but I didn’t want it.

“No, take it,” I said.

I threw it in the direction of the voice. It landed with a loud thud on the other side of the room. I heard a chain rattle and a strained noise.

“Damnit, I can’t reach it!”

“Not my problem,” I said.

They didn’t talk to me much after that. I think we all hated each other, despite the fact that we hadn’t ever met prior to this room. It was like all of us just wanted someone to blame.

The door swung open with a loud groan and the silhouette of a man stood in the center for a moment.

“I’m coming in there,” he said, “No sudden movements.”

He lumbered through the doorway and walked toward me. I vaguely heard the man calling to me as he stood over me. I felt his hands reached down and grab the shackle around my ankle.

The chain was off and he pulled me up. As I walked out of the room, I had to shut my eyes against the light. It felt like I was staring directly into the sun. They pulled a bag over my head that smelled like dirt and sweat. One of the men took me by the arm and led me through hall after hall until we emerged into the scorching sun. I felt the heat on my skin as they pushed me into the backseat of a jeep.

The engine grumbled as the car bounced across the uneven landscape. Dirt roads stretched out in every direction, there was no such thing as a smooth ride out here. We drove for a long time before the car stopped. They pulled me out and we walked towards the sound of plane engines. They led me up a ramp and into a cool and air-conditioned environment. I sat down in a thick and comfortable seat as they pulled the bag off of my head. Light flooded my sight. My eyes screamed in pain as I shut them tight. I briefly saw the empty seats around me as I tried to slowly open my eyes and catch a glimpse at what surrounded me. The plane started to move as I tried to move my hands and realized they were handcuffed to the seat.

I managed to regain my sight, despite the glowing lights above me. In front of me, a small screen was playing a movie. It showcased men in a prison, but I didn’t pay attention to it at first. It reminded me of my own story. Of being imprisoned and forced to do what you must to survive. However, I had little else to do or look at during the flight, so I waited and watched the movie.

I didn’t have sound, but that almost made it better. I imagined what they were saying and I tried to follow along. When they brought me food, it was better than I had expected. The food was delicious and when I was finished, a woman in a business suit came over and sat on the seat across the aisle from me. She had shoulder length black hair and a thinly framed body.

“State your name, please,” she said, extending a recorder.

“Kamaria Ife,” I said.

“Good, now I must brief you on the relationship you’re about to enter into,” she said.

“Relationship? What are you talking about?”

The woman ignored my question and looked down to a clipboard in her hand.

“Your new husband’s name is Daiki Uchida. He’s an Asian billionaire with powerful ties in both the corporate world, and various resistance movements and military groups in Africa, the Middle East, and in Russia. All you need to do is make him fall in love with you. Do you understand?”

Falling in love was the easy part, it was the fear of losing someone else I loved that scared me the most.

“Why am I being taken to him? Did he choose me?”

The woman sighed and placed her hand on mine. It was the first sign of compassion she had shown since our conversation started.

“Oh no, he didn’t choose you, but he’ll like you all the same. Trust me, you’re his type,” she said.

“How do you know so much about him?” I asked, “Do you work for him?”

She laughed. “No honey, I’m his wife!”

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.

“He’s married? Then why do you want me to take him from you?” I asked.

She set down the clipboard as her eyes wandered around the room.

“Things are different where I come from, Kamaria. Where I’m from, money and power is far more important than love. I loved my husband once, but that was a long time ago. It’s time we parted ways, but he doesn’t see that. I need our divorce to be mutual, otherwise I can’t take half his fortune when I leave. Do you understand?”

I nodded, even though I didn’t understand in the slightest.

“Good, so what’s your job?”

“Make him fall in love with me.”

“Very good. Can I get you anything before we land?”

I shook my head.

“Great. Thanks for doing this. I know you didn’t have a choice in the matter, but I appreciate your help all the same.”

I didn’t like the way any of this felt, but anything was better than being locked in that room. I wasn’t sure if I could love again, but I tried to keep an open mind as the plane landed. Soon it would be time to meet my new husband

Daiki

T
raveling the world is overrated. Every time I came back from another collection trip, I was exhausted both mentally and physically. I wanted only to sit and drink, nothing more. There was a brief moment when I came back, the moment when I opened the door and I waited for the hollow greeting from my wife. When she wasn’t home, I could relax instead of answering twenty questions or more about where I had been.

This time she wasn’t home, thankfully. I closed the door to the penthouse suite and hung my coat on the hanger beside the door. Several steps in, and the fatigue hit me like a gushing wave. I skipped the kitchen entirely, despite my growling stomach, and walked straight to the liquor cabinet against the left wall.

Half empty bottles littered the surface, the extremely expensive bottles were placed at the bottom of the cabinet, to remove temptation. Or at least, that was the concept. It didn’t stop me from taking them out whenever I felt like it. I poured a bottle of aged scotch. It was a gift from our wedding day. Back then, when we were in love, we talked about keeping it sealed until our twenty-fifth anniversary, but that ended about three years into our marriage.

I poured the glass until it was almost full and walked into the living room. The leather sofa stretched out across from a massive television. I picked up the remote and turned it on. Apparently my wife, Ayumi, had been watching it last since the channel was on the news. As someone who managed political campaigns, she was always buried in the news.

I took a swig of the scotch and relished in the burning sensation. As I set it down, I heard a knock on the door. It was very rare that we had visitors here, and I was still riding high on adrenaline from the day’s events. I stood up and walked to the door. In the umbrella holder beside me was a pump-action shotgun with the barrel facing down. I always kept it loaded and by the door in case I needed it.

I turned the lock and pulled the door open slowly. A black woman stood in the doorway. She was wearing a sundress and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had striking eyes and a curvy body with ample breasts beneath the dress. She was beautiful, no doubt, but why was she here?

“I’m sorry, I believe you have the wrong suite,” I said.

“Baako sent me,” she said, “To pay his debt.”

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

“I told him, I don’t deal in people, just money. I’m sorry, you’ll have to go back.”

“I can’t go back! They kept me locked in a room with no light and very little food. If you send me back, they will put me back in there!” she shouted.

I didn’t want her causing a scene so I waved her inside.

“Fine, fine, just come in,” I said.

I closed the door behind her and motioned to the living room.

“Please, sit down.”

I walked back to the leather couch and grabbed my drink before sitting down and taking in everything. I finished the scotch in a single gulp and set the glass down as my throat burned from the sudden influx of the fiery liquid. I looked over and noticed the woman was still standing.

“Why aren’t you sitting?” I asked.

She pointed to the empty glass.

“Would you like another?”

My eyes went from the glass and back to her. I couldn’t think of a single time my wife offered to make me a drink.

“Uh, yes, that would be great. The scotch that’s out will suffice.”

She picked up the glass and walked out of the room. Without realizing it, I found myself watching the way her hips moved beneath the flowing dress she was wearing. I wanted to know what she looked like beneath that dress.

When she came back with the drink, she sat down beside me as I took another long sip. The chill that ran down my spine told me it was starting to take effect.

“You look tense, would you like a back massage?” she asked.

Now this was getting too good to be true. Ayumi had perhaps once, in a different lifetime, given me a back rub, but even that was pushing it. I turned to the side. She placed her hands against the muscles around my neck and shoulders and went to work expertly massaging them. She dug deep and then eased up in perfect rhythm. I felt the tension melting off of me with each movement of her hands.

“Good?” she asked.

“Perfect.”

She continued rubbing and it was then that I realized I didn’t even know her name yet.

“My apologies for not asking sooner, but what’s your name?”

“I am Kamaria,” she said.

“Very nice to meet you, Kamaria, I’m Daiki, and the massage is phenomenal.”

She worked her way down my shoulders and massaged the inner muscles on my back. The pain evaporated as the scotch continued to do its work. It had been a long time since I’d experienced such a perfect moment.

It was shattered when I heard the lock turning on the door. Ayumi was home, this was bad. We both stood up and I started gulping down the scotch again.

I set the empty glass down and clenched my jaw as the liquid scorched the inside of my mouth.

“That’s my wife,” I said.

“What should I do?”

“No point in hiding, just stay there and leave the talking to me, I’ll come up with something.”

I heard Ayumi’s keys clatter against the bowl she used for storing them beside the door.

“Daiki, are you here?” she asked.

“Yes.”

I waited for her disappointed sigh, but she restrained herself this time. We hated being in each other’s company, but we both knew that if I divorced her, she would take half of my wealth. If she divorced me without any grounds for court, she walked away empty-handed. Our marriage was one long stalemate.

Ayumi walked into the room dressed in a thin blouse and a grey skirt. Her slender legs had once been a favorite feature of mine, along with her supple breasts and spicy personality, but those things were long overshadowed by our crumbling marriage.

She stopped and stared at the two of us.

“Who is this?” she asked, gesturing to Kamaria.

“This is Kamaria, she’s here for us,” I said.

Ayumi lowered her eyes. “Us?”

Either this was going to work flawlessly, or it would be a disaster, either way she couldn’t say I cheated on her in court.

“Yeah, I know things have been rocky between us, and I can’t remember the last time we had sex, so I thought I would spice things up a bit.”

Ayumi shook her head.

“Daiki, buying lingerie and bondage gear is spicing things up. Bringing a mail order bride home for your little ménage a trois fantasy is another thing entirely.”

“She’s not a mail order bride, Ayumi, and before you shoot me down, can you at least give this a chance? She’s come a long way.”

Ayumi smirked. “Yeah, I’ll bet she has.”

I felt my blood boiling, but I had to keep this civil. At the very least, I couldn’t kick Kamaria out onto the street.

“Let’s all have a drink and get to know each other, can we at least do that?” I asked.

Ayumi continued staring down Kamaria with a fierce gaze before finally nodding.

“Sure, but I’m pouring them. I don’t need your heavy hand influencing this any further than you already have.”

It was something, so I gave ground and let her make the drinks. Surprisingly, she made them fairly strong, even by my elevated standards. I sat on the couch with Ayumi to my right and Kamaria to my left.

Ayumi took a large sip of her drink. It was some sort of mixed recipe. Kamaria took a sip of hers and I saw her eyes go wide. She probably didn’t drink much where she came from.

“So, Kamaria, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?” I asked.

She described her childhood to us, but I was only partially listening. My eyes were on Ayumi as she continued to sip her drink. Slowly but surely, I saw the fire going out in her eyes. She warming up to the idea, or at the very least she was less likely to do something rash.

When it was her turn to talk, Ayumi made more drinks. I was already feeling the effects of the liquor from my first two, but the further addition of Ayumi’s drinks amplified the feeling even more.

Three drinks in and Ayumi stood up. She walked past me and sat on the couch next to Kamaria. I finished my fifth drink slowly as I watched them whispering to one another. I couldn’t make out a single word they were saying, but I saw a wry smile crawl across Ayumi’s face.

She shot me a look before turning back to Kamaria. I watched as Ayumi leaned in close and wrapped her fingers around Kamaria’s head. They started kissing, tiny pecks at first, but soon I saw their tongues sliding across one another. Ayumi’s hands explored Kamaria’s body.

Ayumi pulled back and pushed Kamaria’s head down into her neck. She looked at me with eyes that I hadn’t seen in years. She threw her head back and moaned softly as Kamaria gently kissed her across the neck. Ayumi started unbuttoning her blouse. Kamaria started moving downward, kissing each exposed piece of skin as she peeled back the clothing.

Ayumi unclasped her bra and let it fall to the couch. Her breasts were thick and perky. No more or less than a handful in size, Kamaria took one into her hand and held it in place as she sucked on the nipple. Ayumi took a sharp gasp of breath and dug her fingers into Kamaria’s head.

“Yes, very good,” she whispered.

My heart was thundering in my chest as I watched the events unfold. Had they been discussing this to each other while I descended into a drunken stupor? It seemed like something Ayumi would do, I just didn’t expect this outcome as a result.

Kamaria sat up and they resumed their passionate kissing. Ayumi started kissing Kamaria’s neck and pulled one of the shoulder straps off of her dress. She pulled the other off and the dress slowly fell away. I watched Ayumi’s hands reached around the back and undo the bra. As it fell away I desperately wanted to see what was beneath. I saw Ayumi lean down and bury her face in Kamaria’s breasts. I heard the soft moaning that escaped her lips, but I was unable to see.

I started to stand up, but Ayumi raised a perfectly manicured finger.

“Not so fast, you sit right there and wait your turn,” she said.

Normally I hated when she told me what to do, but in this situation it was more sexy than frustrating. I obeyed and sat back down, despite my curiosity screaming for a glance at Kamaria’s naked form.

Ayumi stood up and pulled off her panties as she walked over to my right and sat back down. I watched Kamaria turn to face me and I was finally able to glimpse her delicious form. Her breasts were thick and massive, with large nipples that glistened from where Ayumi had been licking them.

“Go ahead, Daiki, I know you have a thing for large breasts,”

I didn’t know a single man worth his salt that didn’t appreciate a fine bosom. I leaned down and wrapped my hands around them. I gently massaged both, running my hands over the warm and soft skin of her body.

I leaned down and pulled one of the nipples into my mouth. I ran my tongue across, flicking it back and forth as I heard Kamaria’s sighs of satisfaction. I moved on to the other one and gently bit down into the nipple. Kamaria let loose a sharp sound of pain that was mixed with pleasure.

I felt Ayumi’s hand moving across my upper thigh. She pressed her fingers against me and I felt a rush through my entire body. Her hands delicately undid the belt, button, and zipper. I turned to face her as she pulled my pants off and wrapped her hands around the thick and hardening shaft.

She leaned down and took all of me into her mouth. The sensation was exquisite. I felt her tongue crawling across every inch as she lifted upward and looked over to Kamaria.

“Care to join me?” she asked.

I looked over as Kamaria leaned over. With her hand still wrapped around me, Ayumi offered a taste to Kamaria who eagerly ran her tongue across the tip. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I reached up on either side and took one of their breasts into my grasp. Kamaria’s head moved slowly up and down as her thick lips slid across me.

Ayumi sat up and looked me in the eye. I didn’t see love there, but I did see passion. It was fleeting, but it was something.

“This was a good idea,” she whispered into my ear.

She leaned in and kissed me gently as Kamaria continued to slide me in and out of her mouth with perfect rhythm. My body was overwhelmed with all of the sensations. Ayumi unbuttoned my dress shirt and slowly dragged her nails down my chest. She took me from Kamaria’s mouth and slid it back into her own.

It had been so long since we made love that I forgot how good she was at pleasing me. She also knew when I was going to come and she always stopped just shy of it. After all, she couldn’t have the night end without her just desserts.

She stood up and pulled Kamaria to her feet.

“I’m not sure which position you favor, but this is my personal favorite.”

Ayumi climbed onto me and slid her legs over mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and braced herself against the couch as she lowered herself and I slid into her with perfect ease. Her body embraced me with a tight and smooth entry. I wrapped my hands around her waist as she grinded back and forth against me.