Spice Box: Sixteen Steamy Stories

by Raine Miller

  For the most part things seemed routine, uneventful. There were no new Rahim’s or Emilio’s to unmask. These were average business people doing everyday business. Some of them had unspoken thoughts, but they were fairly unremarkable. One lady wanted a higher commission on the sale of a piece of real estate. One guy was hoping for a lower price on the shipping contract with Reguera Internacional S.A.. An attorney was disgruntled with the amount of work Enrique required on a contract negotiation. The guy charged five hundred an hour, lazy bastard.

  I noticed this was fairly common among attorneys. Most were very intelligent, thought they were smarter that everyone else. But they were the laziest assholes I’d ever met. Attorneys get paid whether business is good or bad, come rain or shine. They make way too much money for doing very little. I didn’t have much good to say about attorneys. None of it surprised Enrique. He’d been dealing with them for a very long time. He repeatedly told me, “They are a necessary evil.”

  He congratulated me for giving him that extra edge, the advantage of knowing a little more at those crucial moments. Knowing what an attorney really thought instead of being led down a dead-end road of litigation. Enrique decided not to pursue a lawsuit on a hundred thousand dollar unpaid contract because in the attorney’s mind, the debtor was a turnip. Even if we won the lawsuit, how would we collect? This didn’t stop the attorney from pushing to sue. The asshole tried to collect a retainer of fifteen thousand to start a pointless lawsuit.

  This inside track, shared between Enrique and I and no other, made for an especially intimate connection. I felt like I alone knew the innermost workings and decisions he made on a nightly basis. He consulted me after each meeting. He always considered my input prior to his decision. At some point I’d begun to think of everything as ‘we’. No more I or him. We were a team, and no one else entered our little circle of trust. Us against the world.

  Our little circle of trust seemed inviolable and private, right up to the moment Lia came back from Spain.

  I had just read a notice Enrique drafted to Emilio stating his company no longer required Emilio’s services as a broker. The consulting agreement between them was canceled. It sounded harsh, impersonal, but necessary under the circumstances. This reminded me of Rahim.

  “What have you decided to do about Rahim?”

  “I’m not sure there’s much I can do about him. He’s very well connected with the FBI.”

  “So that’s it? He’s allowed to go on scamming people, ruining their lives without consequence?”

  “What would you have me do? I can send Lia after him, I’m sure she’d be happy to take care of him for us.”

  I’d been living in a complacent state of denial, Lia completely forgotten about. I liked it that way. I was taken aback Enrique would suggest such a horrid thing.

  “Are you serious?”

  “I don’t see what else can be done at the moment. If you truly feel strongly about putting a stop to them, I’ll send Lia. I guarantee he’ll be no further threat to anyone.”

  “No! There must be another way. I wouldn’t wish her on my worst enemy.”

  At that precise moment Lia Nguyen walked into Enrique’s office and smiled at me. “Are you sure you don’t want me to handle it? It would be so much fun. I was really looking forward to a good hunt.” She flexed her painted red claws to punctuate her words. Her mind filled with bloodbath imagery of carnage, showers of arterial flow. The girl was just straight up sick.

  And Enrique must have been aware she returned from Spain. Their minds were connected always. He knew where she was at any moment he chose to check on her. I wished he warned me in advance that our pleasant private life together was officially over.

  I don’t know what I’d been thinking. I knew she’d return someday, but I really enjoyed her absence and had put her out of my mind completely.

  Enrique dealt with her sadistic desires casually. “Sorry to disappoint, no murder and mayhem tonight.”

  She was disappointed. She’d been hoping I would give Enrique the go ahead. She enjoyed hunting people like a redneck with a deer tag, itching to escape the nine-to-five day job to go out and kill something, anything that moves. It was a rare exception she had permission to kill. It had been a very long time since she bathed in the blood of a man.

  I hadn’t missed her one bit. I wished she’d turn around and go right back to Spain. Leave me be in my happy little bubble of rough sex and love. I expected to catch the usual hate-filled thoughts she broadcast every moment in my presence. She looked to me with a slight hint of condescension. Had she actually accepted me in her life with some measure of tolerance? Could it be? Will miracles never cease?

  I spent the next few hours in the office typing up my reports, half my mind focused on Lia as she came and went past my desk into Enrique’s office. I never registered anything more than a mild annoyance from her, and that only occasionally. Surprisingly, I did catch something positive – sexual attraction. She stared at my legs. She wanted to reach up my skirt and play with me. That’s quite an improvement over fantasizing about my death. Sex I can deal with.

  I glanced up and caught her staring at me with a hungry look as she imagined doing a hot lesbian number right there at my desk. I wasn’t sure how to react to her now. It seemed we were turning over a new leaf, awkward. I’m usually at home with my sexuality. It’s my currency in this world. But I’m not an escort anymore. I have a career. I don’t need to seduce anyone but Enrique, especially not someone who admittedly wants to kill me and wallow in my entrails while she’s at it.

  I smiled at her. When all else fails I smile. It doesn’t mean I like you or want anything to do with you, it’s just a smile. Lia smiled back as she imagined fingering me and biting my breasts– the good kind of bite – not the tear you to pieces kind. This was so weird. She finally walked off after staring me down for a moment.

  I didn’t know what to think of this new Lia. Seemed like a change for the better. She no longer wanted to kill me, for the moment. I should’ve taken it as a sign of things to come, but I didn’t. I spent the night finishing up my work and buzzed Enrique on the intercom to see what time he’d be visiting me in bed for our nightly session of sex and further biting. Four a.m. and he hadn’t bitten me since midnight, I needed him.

  “Be ready in twenty minutes.”

  I hurriedly stripped and bathed, rubbing floral-scented oil on my skin for the best effect. I know he doesn’t love me, but if I try to please him every way I can, maybe that will change eventually. I awaited him dressed in my blood-red silk bathrobe – Enrique preferred me in red. He showed up right on time, smiling brightly as he entered my room. He hugged me close, sniffing the scent on my oiled neck. Lia walked in the door behind him dressed in nothing but a burgundy-red silk bathrobe. I thought I looked better in mine than she did hers, my golden tanned skin and feminine curves filled out my robe better.

  If we were in a beauty contest I’m sure I’d have won. But it wasn’t a contest, it was a ménage. Surprise, surprise, surprise.

  I balked. “No way! She wants me dead. No way am I having sex with someone who wants to kill me!”

  Enrique, calm as can be, turned to Lia. “Is that true? Do you want to kill our beautiful Hope?” Much to her credit, she shook her head no and stepped in to slip her hands up under my robe to stroke my ass lovingly.

  “You know what I want.” And I did. I knew she wanted to eat me out and bang me till the sun came up. The scented oil on my skin had her wet for me. Not a hint of violence, malevolence, or murderous intent.

  Then I realized she was high. She’d just snorted a fat-ass line of coke. She truly wanted to fuck me. I caught the undertones of her and Enrique’s relationship in the mix. She enjoyed sex with him. He gave it to her especially hard and fast, but she preferred women. She had somehow gotten past her hatred for me and now looked at me as a new sex toy. She assumed I was Enrique’s sex toy, and wanted in on the action.

  I’ve never really thought of my rel
ationship with Enrique that way. But it was possible he might see it that way. While I was okay with the arrangement, I’d had numerous threesomes in my lifetime, I found it extremely disappointing.

  “That’s … so weird. You really want me to let her touch me?” I wanted to cry.

  I had fallen in love, but I was simply the new sex toy for my vampire master and his freaky Asian sidekick.

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  CHAPTER 14

  Enrique slipped his arm around me. “We thought this would be a proper initiation into our little family. Lia has come to accept your place in our household. She has agreed to let go of the past. Consider this a truce, a new beginning. It’s vitally important that we all live together with a certain degree of harmony. Will you accept Lia into our sex life as a gesture of goodwill? I understand you two have been intimate before.”

  As he spoke Lia entwined around me, not waiting for my answer. She assumed I would accept. She had her hands all over me, my ass, between my legs, feeling me up. Her mind blazed desire, no hate, no malice.

  They say beauty conquered the beast, but I’ll bet lust had a lot to do with it. Lia’s mind boiled with lust, a whole lineup of really naughty things planned for me. Flowing through her thoughts had me wet, breathing hard. Her hands knew a woman’s body like no man has ever known.

  She seduced the answer from my lips, coaxing a yes from me as she stroked my clit and nipples simultaneously. This was the Lia I met in Spanish Harlem. This sexy, horny little Asian could play my body like a violin singing with pleasure.

  My answer had been nothing more than a formality. We sealed the deal. No more words needed to be spoken. My body had already made the decision. Lia had me whimpering and humping on her hand.

  “Oh that’s so good. Damn lesbians know just how to do it right.” I grunted, moving in time with her.

  “Lia has promised to take very good care of you.” Enrique smiled as I came all over Lia’s fingers. God I loved him so much. I looked in his eyes as I came for her.

  I don’t think I ever really had a choice in the matter. I had to allow Lia into my sex life to keep the peace. Say goodbye to my private intimacy with Enrique. It wasn’t what I wanted, but when have I ever had anything I wanted? Maybe it wasn’t for me to have. I should have learned to accept this kind of disappointment by now, but it still hurt.

  I let my robe fall to the floor and embraced my new family. They kissed me, both of them, all over, my breasts, neck, collarbone, belly, shoulders. They focused all their attention on me. They picked me up bodily to deposit me in bed. Lia had already discarded her robe. She settled between my legs going to town with her monster tongue, working me back up to another peak.

  “This should be interesting.” Enrique smirked, watching me and Lia as he stripped his clothes and sat next to my pillow.

  Lia had me going good. I pumped my hips in time with her wicked tongue lashing. Enrique held my gaze with hunger in his eyes. I couldn’t leave him out of the action, I swallowed his beautiful cock and sucked him as hard as I could.

  He moved over me, pinning me on my back as he straddled my face between his legs and worked all the way in. The skull-fuck position is an exercise in complete trust. He could literally choke me to death as he pinned me down for forced deep throat. He knew I could take it, we’d done it before. In truth I don’t usually go for this position. There’s no one I have ever trusted that much. Enrique had become the exception to the rule, to all my rules. It came down to love. Because I loved him, I let him do anything and everything he wanted. It pleased me to please him.

  For that reason I sucked him hard and fast, grabbing on to his hips to pull down. He followed my lead. I took it all, burying my face into his groin. I wanted all he could give. I poured all my love for him into the act. I swallowed him until I couldn’t go any farther, kissing the base of his cock.

  Lia made it difficult to focus. She ate me out like a starving woman at a banquet. She deserved a gold medal for the world’s best cunnilingus. She had me coming hard again in a few minutes.

  That’s when everything happened at once. Lia bit me right in the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, centimeters from the sweet spot. It stung, but her venom punched through me turning a good climax into a whopper multiple orgasm. Enrique chose that moment to unload down my throat. He shoved in hard, squishing me down into the pillow as he convulsed with his release. I was overwhelmed, too much going on at the same time. I tried my best to maintain, screaming into his cock with my orgasm as I drowned in his release. I swallowed to survive.

  “Oh, Hope.” He said my name, and I loved him so much. I would swallow for him a million times more if only he’d say those three words I desperately wanted to hear.

  All this in the first five minutes. As I caught my breath, they switched it up. Damn vampires were tireless, barely even breathing hard. For Lia, this was just the warm-up. They had me in for a rough finish to the night. I followed their lead to change position underneath Lia.

  She spoke as she flicked her tongue over me. “Try to keep up with us.”

  She straddled my face for the sixty-nine. Her turn to catch some love, but she was still in a giving mood. She continued the assault between my legs. Enrique took up his position behind her, ‘perito’ doggy-style, as she remained on her hands and knees.

  The lucky Asian caught a double whammy. Enrique slid in her ass while I suckled on her clit and banged her with two fingers. Kinda tricky to coordinate, but it worked. We all knew exactly what we were doing and played our roles well. Lia buried her face in me and I returned the favor, giving her clit all my attention.

  Lia must’ve been really strong. She barely moved as Enrique buried all that meat in her ass, working up a good hard rhythm. I was halfway into my fourth orgasm when I noticed he was actually hurting Lia. The girl was too damn small to take all he had to give. Asian women are made for Asian men, not six-foot tall Spaniards with massive cocks.

  He had to have been aware of her pain, but he kept on going. If anything he slammed even harder. Then I understood – she liked the pain – a true sadomasochist. Enrique gave her exactly what she wanted. He gave it to her hard enough to rearrange her internal organs.

  Her pain drove her wild. Lia went off on me, fucking me raw with her tongue and fingers.

  “Oh God! That’s … oh God!” She had me in a non-stop frenzy

  I gave it right back the same, tongue, fingers, teeth. I gobbled that woman down. The whole operation exploded when he laid all his weight into her. He roared his release and bit her on the right shoulder. Lia screamed her orgasm, and then she tagged me right where it counts. That psycho bitch sunk her fangs right into my pussy.

  Oh God it hurt so bad, but it was wonderful too. An insanely rich mixture of pleasure and pain. I was lost for a time in agony and ecstasy, the two blended until one became the other and vice versa.

  I screamed as I jammed all four fingers as far into her as I could reach. “You bitch! Don’t you stop dammit! Don’t stop!” And she didn’t, not for a while.

  I regained my senses somewhat as they disengaged their bites and got up off me. That’s when I noticed the blood. Not mine, Lia’s. That kinky bitch turned right around and sucked Enrique’s cock and balls clean. She’s a total freak.

  “That is so wrong. I can’t believe she just did that.” I shook my head and looked away from Enrique. It creeped me out, but it was kinda sexy too. “I thought I was bad. She’s dirty.”

  I caught Enrique watching me as I convulsed, still reacting to their venom. They waited patiently for me to recover, adjust, watching for my reaction to this strange new dynamic. They were waiting to see if I would freak out.

  “I’m okay. I don’t like the sight of blood alright? But I’m not judging.”

  “Good.” He said one word, but that pretty much said it all.

  We moved into the next sexual configuration in the game plan. In the lesbian world it’s known as the scissor, where two girls slide in between each other’s legs pussy to
pussy. I coordinated with them flawlessly, taking my cues from Lia’s mind.

  Enrique lay on his back. I settled my lips around his cock, snuggled between his legs. Lia had done a good job, Enrique was squeaky clean. I loved him so much. I’d suck him all night long if he asked. As I swallowed all that wonderful cock, Lia started grinding on me with these hot little semicircular motions. It was tricky, like trying to pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time. But I’ve had a lot of practice.

  I went with the flow, using my telepathy to its fullest. I synced with Lia’s every move, and through her connection to Enrique, I knew how he enjoyed me. It was the first time I had the opportunity to read his mind. Lia provided me that missing ingredient, a psychic link to Enrique. I sensed everything he wanted, the way he wanted it, how much he enjoyed my teeth and tongue, my hands. He actually liked when I scraped him a little bit, almost biting him. I felt his intense pleasure as I focused on the very tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around and sucking hard. To this moment I’d never truly known precisely what he liked. I think it strengthened my bond to him. I felt closer than ever before.

  We screwed for what seemed like hours. Everyone got their needs met again and again. Lia just couldn’t stop going at it. The girl was insatiable. She humped me raw while gnawing on my foot, biting me over and over again. It was awesome.

  For the first time ever they slept in my bed, wrapped around my blissfully abused body in a puppy pile of naked limbs. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, with the exception of all the wonderful aches and pains I’d acquired during our sexual adventures.