Cajun Fire

by Cheri Valmont

  “I’ll do what I have to do. Who knows, maybe I’ll seduce her myself, so she’ll be under my control, too.”

  “No! I don’t want her here,” Ida Mae insisted.

  “Listen, slave, would you prefer Jonas and Nikki Horville to have control of our money?”

  “Well, no, I guess, if you put it that way. How are we supposed to set this up?”

  “Just let Ben tell you what’s on his mind. Once we know what directions his thoughts are heading, we can take the appropriate actions.”

  “And there’s something else,” Gary added thoughtfully.

  “Yes?”

  “We’ll need to find out who’s currently got her interest.”

  “Who’s got Lizabeth’s interest?”

  “Of course, who have we been talking about here?”

  “Why do we need to know that, Master?”

  Gary gave her a disgusted look, as if he could barely tolerate her. “Because I need to know who the competition is and what kind of control he might have over her.”

  “How am I supposed to find that out?” Ida Mae felt inadequate. She knew she didn’t have much smarts and she’d used her body to get what she had in the world. Gary always made her feel stupid. He never tried to have an intelligent conversation with her the whole time the three of them had been together. At least old Ben had attempted to try to educate her to the world. And he’d enjoyed dressing her up and using her as arm candy to flaunt in front of his workers.

  Gary’s present expression told her he thought she was an idiot for asking that question. “My God, slave, do I have to explain everything to you? You need to find out who her friends are. Then show an interest in Lizabeth’s well being and ask them who she’s seeing right now.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, oh. Do you think you can at least accomplish that, slave?”

  “Yes, Master, I guess I could,” she admitted.

  Okay, she could do this. It wouldn’t be hard. Ida could ask around Harrisburg to find out who her daughter’s friends were. She would then get Ben to tell her what was on his mind and then fill her Master in on both things. Then the Master could decide what to do next.

  * * * *

  Gary watched with disgust as Ida Mae left the study. He’d had his fill of the slut. Stupid bitch! He didn’t tell her for the same reason she wasn’t letting Ben know that she’d grown tired of him. She still had a hot body, which was the only reason Gary could still get it up for her.

  Greener pastures were what he had in mind, which brought the delectable Lizabeth to his mind. He’d seen her once at Mire’s grocery with his ex-fiancée, Nikki. A prime piece of flesh. The thought hit him with the force of a bulldozer. Gary would love to bend her to his will. If what Ida Mae said was true, and Ben planned to will his daughter the majority of his money, Gary planned to have the girl under his control.

  Ben had become so maudlin in his old age, wanting to right some of the wrongs of his own perceived sinful life. Gary hated having to reassure Ben that he still loved him. And as for desiring him, it took all Gary had in him to let the decrepit old man suck his dick.

  He’d be damned if he’d let the old man’s spawn take everything he had worked for all his life from him. But wrapped up in that delicious package, Gary could easily pretend to fall in love with her until she became his sexual slave in truth. Then he’d have to decide what to do with Ida Mae. If Gary could obtain control of the young girl, he could then suggest to Ben that he cut Ida Mae completely out of his will. Once that was done, Gary would have control of everything, and he could kick Ida Mae out of his life for good. The simpering bitch, Gary could barely tolerate her. He needed someone who could give him the psychological fight he desired, and not just capitulate immediately as Ida Mae was wont to do.

  She thought she kept him happy, but Gary was long past wanting anything but her body from her. He’d even lost interest in causing her pain, which he knew would cause her psychological pain now. A slave’s life was serving her Master, her or his role that of subservience to the Master. If a slave felt her actions displeased her Master, she was miserable. But Gary hoped to have a new slave soon. One worthy of his interest.

  Gary would have to make plans to attain that goal. Nobody would stop him. Gary smiled as he moved his chair back toward the desk. In fact, not only would Gary enjoy taming the lovely Lizabeth, he would also be having revenge on two people who’d dared defy him in the past.

  Chapter 7

  Benjamin Dugas felt the give of the mattress as Ida Mae came to bed. She’d just taken a shower, but there was still a hint of spent sexual arousal about her. She’d been with Gary; Ben knew it. He despised his body for betraying him, for giving into old age, when his mind wanted to continue enjoying life.

  Ben might be old but he was no fool, both Ida and Gary were indulging him, giving into him in the hopes of staying in his good graces. He knew they thought they had him hoodwinked. But when, a few months before, he’d had a scare with his heart, Ben realized by their reaction, or lack thereof, that they were just waiting around like buzzards for the feed, until he died. Then they could get their hands on his money.

  Although Gary was still Master in this house, Ben had control of the finances, which meant if he wanted any of Ben’s money, he had to keep Ben happy.

  It was the one control Ben had never relinquished to Gary. Nor had Ben ever let him know what he’d put in his will. For some reason, the older Ben got, the greater his unease about his relationship with Gary and Ida Mae. It was actually fear. Would Gary and Ida Mae kill him for his money? That was one of the reasons he’d held that knowledge from them. Maybe they would kill him anyway, if they suspected what his plans were. He was just hoping he could convince his daughter to take her rightful place with him. It was one last battle he was determined to fight. Could he turn her against the two people who’d raised her? His only hope would be that she was enough like him that she wouldn’t care who she stepped on to obtain happiness, and he was determined to line her path with as many temptations as he could to meet his own ends.

  Ida Mae’s movements to get comfortable interrupted his dark thoughts and brought his mind back to his arousal.

  Moving over so he could spoon her backside with his stiffening member, he whispered in her ear, “Ida Mae?”

  “Hmmm?” Ida Mae sounded drowsy, as if she was already falling asleep.

  “Can I play with you, honey?”

  “Tonight?” she asked with a hint of impatience in her voice.

  “Well, if you don’t want me to...” Ben’s voice trailed off and he started to turn away from her.

  She must have thought twice about it because she said, “No, that’s okay, come here, Pops.”

  It was humiliating to Ben to have to accept the dregs of her attention. Their Master was all Ida Mae really cared about these days. But Ben would accept what she reluctantly offered him, since he had no one else to see to his needs. The only kindness he received these days was from Connie, their housekeeper. He knew she was paid to do a job, but the money didn’t demand her kindness. She’d been a loyal employee for many years and he felt fortunate to have her here, with his age overcoming his body.

  But tonight he was randy, so he expected his still beautiful wife to see to his physical needs, since she’d seen to their Master’s needs earlier.

  He didn’t bother to turn on the bedside lamp, because although he would have liked to look at his wife’s body, he couldn’t tolerate the repugnance in her expression at the sight of his old withered body.

  Ben heard her shift around as she dispensed with her nightgown. Ben moved closer to her, his hands shaking as they reached for her breasts. Hoping to God, he could follow through tonight, his fingers closed over her ring pierced nipples, his member stiffening a little more. That was the most humiliating part of it all. He didn’t feel like a whole man any more. Most times lately, he could only pump a couple of times and then his member would go soft.

  He twisted and turned he
r nipples, pinching them as hard as he could.

  “Mmmm,” his wife moaned. Was she just pretending or was this really turning her on? He didn’t know any more.

  Ben brought one of her peaks to his mouth so he could suckle her. When she made more noise, Ben felt himself stiffen further. He didn’t have enough strength to be on top, so he knew he’d have to have her ride him. He rubbed his semi-hard rod against her thigh closest to him.

  “Lay back, Pops,” Ida Mae encouraged him.

  Ben did as she commanded. She shimmied downward, pushing the covers off as she did. He gulped when he felt her grab his shaft. She pumped him, until his rod was almost completely stiff. When she slipped his member into her mouth, slurped, and sucked wetly on him, Ben closed his eyes to enjoy it.

  Please stay hard, he prayed to himself.

  When he was as hard as he knew he would get, he begged her, “Ride me, Ida honey.”

  His eyes shot open when she rose above him to straddle his thighs. There might not be any lights on, but from the nightlight in their adjoining bathroom, he could make out her pale skin glowing. Her tight firm body obvious, even in the dark. Ben reached up to grasp her breasts and kneaded them as she began to pump herself up and down his shaft. Don’t lose it, he thought. Ida jerked up and down and increased her speed.

  Did she just want to hurry and get it over with? Even as the thought struck him, Ben felt his rod soften. Fucking shit! He’d lost it!

  Ida Mae stopped her ride and sat perfectly still, his member slipping limply from her body. She remained silent as she dismounted him, and lay beside him. Ben knew what would come next; she would try to console him so he wouldn’t feel so bad.

  “It’s all right, Pops. You’re just tired,” she excused him.

  She grabbed for her nightgown and pulled it over her head. Lying on her side of the bed, she turned away from him. Ben let the silent tears go, the wet trickle making their way down his wrinkled cheeks. He was no longer a man. He might as well be dead.

  “’Night, Pops,” Ida said, her voice already groggy again.

  “Ida?”

  “Yeah, Pops?” this time she didn’t sound so impatient.

  “Do you mind trying to get in touch with Lizabeth tomorrow?”

  “Are you sure that’s such a good idea?”

  “I need to see her. I’m not a young man anymore and I want to get to know my daughter before I go.”

  “Go? What are you talking about? You still have a few good years left in you, Pops,” she assured him.

  “You know that’s not true, honey.”

  “If it’ll make you happy, then I’ll do it,” she gave in to him, “Now, go to sleep, Pops, you need your rest.”

  Although she’d pretended to want to placate him, Ben heard the aggravation beneath her tone of voice. That was fine, as long as he got what he wanted, and that was to get to know his daughter before he made his final decision.

  * * * *

  “Jonas?” Nikki asked her husband as he snuggled her into his arms.

  “Yeah, baby?” his drowsy voice asked, as he kissed her lightly.

  They had made love tonight. She knew from his friskiness earlier, that he’d want her. Being in a house full of family, they’d kept as quiet as possible. Especially since Jonas had invited his new found brother, Jubal, to spend the night with them. Jubal had accepted gratefully, since by the time they’d finished talking, it was extremely late.

  There were a couple of things Nikki needed to discuss with him. “Are you going to go see your father?”

  “Ah, baby, you sure know how to kill my buzz. I don’t know. I was dead set against it when Jubal first brought up the subject, but I don’t know now. I know I want to see my other brothers and sister. And I have to admit to being curious about the woman who pulled the old man out of the gutter and helped make a real man out of the bastard.”

  Nikki let Jonas talk about his feelings. Knowing him the way she did, if he didn’t meet his father he would likely regret it for the rest of his life.

  “I wouldn’t wait too long, if I were you. It doesn’t sound like he’ll be here much longer,” Nikki advised him.

  “You know me so well, don’t you, Nik? I talked all the way around him but you knew what I was thinking. Yeah, I have to admit I’m curious about the old bastard,” Jonas said, and laughed at himself softly.

  “So you gonna go tomorrow?” Nikki asked.

  “I’ll have to think about it.”

  “Now, I’m worried,” Nikki said, and got to the next thing on her mind.

  “Worried about what?”

  “Lizabeth.”

  “What about her? About that boy she’s interested in?”

  “I think she might have ideas about your brother.”

  “What!” Jonas almost shouted.

  “Shush! Be quiet! You want to wake the whole house?” Nikki scolded him in a hushed voice.

  “What the hell are you talking about? Did she say something to you about him?” Jonas demanded in a harsh whisper.

  Nikki snuggled closer to him, wrapping her arms around him, fearing he would go after his brother in the heat of anger. “No, she didn’t say anything. It was just the way she was acting this evening.”

  “How was she acting?” Jonas’ tone may have sounded restrained, but his body had stiffened.

  “She kept watching him and when he’d look at her and smile, she would blush. I think she likes him and not as a niece likes an uncle.”

  “Fuck, you think so? Did he look like he felt the same?”

  “I couldn’t tell for sure. He did smile at her a lot, but that might have to do with simple happiness at meeting the family. So I’m not sure.”

  “Damn it! If I think anything is up, I’ll have to talk to him.”

  “So you would disapprove if he had an interest in her?” Nikki tried to gauge the extent of his aversion to the situation.

  Jonas gazed down at her as if she’d taken leave of her senses. “Well, hell yeah! He’s her uncle. I would beat his ass if I thought he was perverted enough to want to sleep with his niece!”

  “But Jonas, both you and I know he isn’t her uncle.”

  “Well, he doesn’t know that and nor does she, for that matter. If it looks like anything is going to happen, I’ll take him aside and talk to him; and you can talk to her.”

  Well, obviously she was right about Jonas’ aversion to a possible relationship between the two.

  “All right,” Nikki agreed to the plan, but she had a niggling feeling that their little talks might be too late.

  * * * *

  “Jubal?’ Lizabeth whispered, as she stepped into the guest bedroom where he slept tonight.

  She’d waited a full hour, tossing and turning in her solitary bed, until she felt everyone in the house would be asleep, before seeking Jubal out. She had to talk to him.

  “Lizabeth, are you crazy?” Jubal asked her, his voice indicated that he’d been fully awake when she disturbed him.

  “I had to talk to you,” she insisted.

  “What’s so important, that you’d risk your parents finding you in this room, at this time of night?”

  “I just needed to talk to you.”

  “What do you need, Lizabeth?” Jubal asked.

  Lizabeth remained silent. What she should say and what she wanted to say were two entirely different things. She stood beside his bed now, and looked down at the shadowed planes of his muscular chest. Oh, God, she wanted to dive into that bed with him. Tell him she loved him and let him make love to her. This afternoon, after they’d come to meet her family, she knew she loved him. She’d listened with rapt attention as he filled her family in on his life and that of his family. She’d already known he was ex-army but his stories about being overseas and all that goes with being a military man fascinated her. All of her family questioned him about it. And she wanted to hear more about the man, much more.

  “I was just hoping we could talk more,” Lizabeth said. Shit! That was lame!<
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  Jubal sat up, and the blankets fell to his hips. “Lizabeth, do you think it’s wise to do this, at this time of night? Is talking really all you had in mind?”

  “Well, now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to make love again,” she said bluntly.

  “Lizabeth! Are you crazy? I’ve just met my brother, who did not know of my existence until today and has had the good grace to invite me to stay over for the night. I can’t disrespect his hospitality, honey.”

  Lizabeth sniffled; she wanted to cry. Why was she acting this way? Why did she feel so dejected?

  Jubal must have heard her soft sniffle. “Lizabeth? You’re not going to cry are you?”

  “No, why would I want to cry over a prick like you?” she asked with a hiss. Shit! Why did his rejection sting so badly?

  Jubal looked at her, as if trying to fathom her expression in the shadowed darkness. “Come here, Lizabeth,” Jubal commanded her.

  Meekly, her anger slipping from her, Lizabeth sat down on the bed and leaned into Jubal’s inviting arm. “I’m sorry,” she whispered and then admitted, “I didn’t mean that.”

  “I know. Lizabeth, you know I want you, but I can’t make love to my brother’s daughter, even though you’re not really his daughter. To him, you are and I’m his brother. Please, baby, don’t force my hand about this. Once I get him over to see my father and everything is settled, then I’ll approach him about us.”

  “You mean it, Jubal? You won’t forget you ever met me and go on with your life?”

  Jubal chuckled and kissed her lips tenderly. “Are you insane, little girl? I’d sooner forget having my arm cut off than forget about you.”

  “Really?” Lizabeth asked breathlessly.

  “Yes, really. Now get back to your bed before someone finds us together,” Jubal encouraged her, his voice stern.