The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 2: Double Inferno (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Jimmy?

  * * * *

  “What the hell is going on?” the sheriff asked as the door to the office swung open. Deputy Tommy Ollsen was there.

  “Sheriff, Paula’s been taken from Dixie Chix. We just got a call from Susanna.”

  “What?” Tyler yelled as he hurried out the door, and everyone followed.

  It was a race to get there and question Alexa and Susanna. The men hadn’t a clue and after about twenty minutes or so they realized that they had no choice but to start going over their list of suspects and go knocking on their doors.

  “These four men live within five blocks of one another. I say we start in that cluster. We can split up if need be, but this is our best method,” Detective Louis stated.

  Just then, Matt entered the club. “What the fuck happened?”

  Tyler explained.

  “Let’s move,” the sheriff commanded, and both Matt and Tyler headed out with him.

  “So you really think these guys might be the one? Fuck, man, I was so worried about leaving her that I left a job to get here to see her and make sure that she was okay.”

  “I know, man. This is insane. We should have stuck to our guns and made her stay with us,” Tyler added.

  They got to the first house and Tyler and Matt had to wait while the sheriff, Detective Louis, and their deputies followed procedure. It was torture, waiting to see if they had the right guy. As a man and a woman, half dressed, came toward the front door with the sheriff, they knew that he wasn’t their guy.

  “One down,” the sheriff stated.

  * * * *

  Her jaw hurt and her arm wouldn’t stop bleeding, no matter how hard she tried to apply pressure. She was shaking in fear, and her heart pounded inside of her chest. Jimmy was her stalker. He was the arsonist and killer. It made sense now because he knew so much about fire. He was a firefighter in Cellar County. She remembered him mentioning that when she was looking at the vase in town and he offered to pay for it. My God, how could I not see this coming? He was obsessed with her and even tried to apologize and blame his actions on alcohol. She thought back to how many times he’d asked her out or come over to her to flirt or touch her. She thought about the last time and how he and his friends started touching her and how Tyler and Matt broke it up. Oh God! Tyler and Matt. Would they be looking for her by now? At least Alexa and Susanna were safe, but how was she going to get away from Jimmy?

  She felt the tears sting her eyes. She was a weak person. Men like this always controlled and dominated her by using her fear against her. Why was this happening to her? Why now when she had finally met two men she loved. Tyler and Matt were everything she could have ever hoped for in boyfriends. Even though their sexual needs initially scared the crap out of her and were difficult at times to provide for, they made her see the care and love in their actions and ultimately her pleasure and sexual satisfaction. She now craved their dominance and control. She wanted their arms around her, protecting her, and now this asshole was ruining it for her.

  He’d killed so many women. He’d burned those buildings, the hotel, and the trailer homes. He’d threatened Tyler and Matt, and he’d made her feel helpless.

  I can’t do this. I can’t fight him off.

  The car stopped abruptly and she knew she couldn’t give up. She was alone, and Tyler, Matt, and even the sheriff may not know she was gone yet. She had to take matters into her own hands despite the possibility of dying. She wouldn’t allow this guy to have her. No way.

  As the trunk opened, she threw all her weight toward Jimmy, making him stumble back. But as he reached for her, her rib hit the metal bumper and she tumbled to the ground, knocking her breath from her.

  As she scurried away, she felt the kick to her side, and her body flipped over like a sack of potatoes.

  He kicked her again with his pointed cowboy boot. She screamed out in pain.

  “Don’t fight me, Paula. I will fuck you dead or alive. I’d prefer alive so I can hear you scream, but I won’t let the decision be yours.”

  He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her up. He was tall, over six feet, and thin but muscular.

  He dragged her across the dirt driveway, and as she glanced around while holding his hands to try to ease his grip so her hair wasn’t ripped from the roots, she noticed the empty area and one single house done up nicely. That must be a neighbor’s home.

  She screamed for help.

  “Help me!”

  He threw her down on the concrete steps. Her mouth hit the step, cutting her lip.

  “Shut up. There’s no one around. No one is gonna find us.”

  He lifted her up and carried her into the small shack. It wasn’t a house. It appeared as an extra-large shed. When he got her inside, she saw the large mattress, her pictures scattered like wallpaper along the wooden plank walls, and also ropes, knives, and other weapons.

  He threw her onto the floor next to the mattress.

  “Get undressed now.”

  She stared at him, her arm bleeding, her lips slit and bleeding as well, and fear gripped her insides. Her teeth began to chatter, no matter how hard she tried to stop them.

  “Why are you doing this, Jimmy? What do you want?”

  He backhanded her across the mouth, and she nearly fell over.

  “You’re mine, bitch! Do as I say or there’ll be hell to pay.”

  With shaking fingers, she reached for her blouse and pretended like she was going to unbutton it. His eyes glossed over, and he cupped his crotch as he licked his lips, focusing on her fingers.

  She charged him, shouldering him in the stomach, making him lose his balance. She saw the opened doorway and ran for it and pulled open the door. He gripped her shoulder, yanked her, and sent her flying backward. Her back and head hit the hard ground. She saw stars a moment but couldn’t coordinate her moves. Strong arms reached for her, and she swatted them away as she cried out for help.

  She felt each punch and kick. He tore her shirt from her body and dragged her by her hair backward the entire distance she had run only a few moments ago. She screamed and cried and pleaded for him to release her as she used what little strength she had to push on her feet so the pain from his grip wouldn’t burn so badly.

  “You are mine now, bitch. You are going to learn to listen and obey me. I’ve waited too long for you, and today you’re going to be completely mine.”

  He grabbed her by the throat, and she stared into his evil, bloodshot eyes. She could hardly breathe and her body and face were bloody and sore.

  “Lay on the mattress like a good girl, or I swear I’ll knock you out.”

  She shivered from the pain and the fear combined.

  I’m going to die. I’ll never see Tyler or Matt again.

  * * * *

  “I’ve got it. It’s one of the houses on Crescent Street,” Monte stated into his cell phone as he spoke with his brother.

  “Crescent Street!” the sheriff yelled at Detective Louis, Matt, and Tyler.

  “Jimmy fucking Couger lives on Crescent Street!” Tyler yelled then slammed his fist down on the hood of the patrol car.

  “Fuck! That’s the farthest house from this list. It’s secluded and the neighbors are, like, acres away,” the sheriff stated.

  “He’s a fucking firefighter. He’s our guy. Let’s fucking move,” Matt yelled.

  “If he has her, Matt, we need to move in slowly. If we spook him, and she’s unable to fight, then he’ll kill her,” Detective Louis stated.

  Tyler rubbed his hand over his mouth then nodded that he understood.

  “Okay. Let’s call in backup and head near there as close as we can get. We’ll case the area and move in,” Detective Louis stated. They agreed and headed out.

  The sheriff looked at Tyler and Matt. “I know you two have military experience, but you need to let us handle this. You have to stay back.”

  “Not too far back. I won’t need a weapon to rip this motherfucker’s head off,” Tyler stated through
clenched teeth, and the sheriff knew exactly how he felt.

  They got into the cars and headed toward Crescent Street.

  Detective Louis had the SWAT team en route.

  * * * *

  “What do you think?” Matt asked Tyler as they all waited for a plan of action from Detective Louis and his squad of SWAT officers.

  “I don’t like the looks of that house over there sitting by its lonesome.”

  They watched as three SWAT officers slowly approached the house. They were making hand signals then pulled out of there rather quickly.

  “What the fuck’s going on? Why aren’t they going in?” Tyler asked.

  The sheriff spoke into his radio.

  “Tyler, the place is soaked in turpentine. He’s got it rigged to go up in flames,” the sheriff informed him, and Tyler and Matt cursed.

  “This crazy bastard is going to kill her. No matter what, he’s going to kill her,” Matt whispered, and Tyler grabbed onto the back of the car and squeezed hard as he tried not to yell in frustration.

  This was killing him. Sitting there doing nothing was making him crazy.

  His thoughts were interrupted as the sound of an explosion then a burst of smoke shot up through the air from the center of the house.

  They gasped, and Matt grabbed his chest as Tyler stepped around the car.

  “Paula!” he yelled as his cry filled the air around them.

  * * * *

  “The show is about to begin, baby. Those assholes are so fucking stupid,” Jimmy whispered against her ear as he held her against him with his arm wrapped around her waist She was only wearing a bra and her shorts. She couldn’t walk with her thighs, her arms, and her ribs too sore from his beating.

  He licked across her neck and bit hard on her earlobe.

  “Watch this,” he told her as he pulled open a piece of wood, revealing a small window and the view of the house way across the property. She saw the police trucks and cruisers as well as a SWAT team truck. Men in black were walking near the house she had seen. She saw the sheriff’s truck and then Tyler and Matt. She jerked forward and he squeezed her tighter.

  “They think you’re in that house with me. They think I was stupid enough to bring you there.”

  He used his free hand to yank her head back so he could kiss her. He forced his mouth over hers, and she tried to resist his kiss.

  He released her then groped her breast and squeezed hard.

  “More than a handful. As much as I liked seeing you naked on camera, I prefer you naked in person. Your breasts are even bigger and softer than the pictures showed.”

  “You’re a sick asshole,” she whispered through clenched teeth.

  He shoved her forward so her face hit the glass and her forehead hit the trim molding around the window frame. It cut her skin and she cried out.

  “Watch them. They’re going to see you disappear.”

  He reached for something, and a moment later the house erupted in a huge explosion. Wood and material flew out in all directions, and everyone scattered to safety. She jumped and he held her back against him as the blood dripped from her newest injury.

  He chuckled behind her like some madman.

  “Perfect.”

  She glanced back toward the window. They would give up on her. They wouldn’t come searching this shack. They would leave her there, and he would kill her.

  She glanced at the door one more time. It would be her only escape.

  His hands roamed over her body, and she knew she was her only hope of survival.

  “Are you wet for me, my little Dixie Chix?” He moved his hand down from her breast to cup her mound. She jerked, and he slammed his fist down onto her thigh, making her scream in pain.

  “Open for me. You’re mine.”

  She did as he told her then pretended to relax by easing her back against his chest.

  “I think before I punish you for cheating on me, I’ll play with you. I want to leave marks everywhere so all will know that you are mine.”

  She tried to calm her breathing. As painful as her body ached, she needed to do this.

  She could hear the sirens in the distance. The fire department was on its way.

  “That sound is so great. I want to be inside of you while that sound fills the air around us.” He nibbled on her neck.

  “I like that sound, too,” she whispered, and all touching ceased. She waited, heart pounding, hoping that he believed her.

  “You do?”

  “Mmm.” She moaned and his fingers continued to rub over her crotch. His hold loosened and she made her move.

  She moved forward then slammed her head back against his mouth and nose. He immediately released her and cursed as he covered his mouth.

  She kicked him in his crotch and then used both her arms to slam down on the back of his neck and shoulders.

  He was on his knees groaning and she ran for the door. She pulled it open and ran screaming for help.

  * * * *

  “Look!” Matt yelled, and Tyler saw a woman running through the grass coming from a shack in the distance. The others noticed, too, and then a man came out of the shack, yelling and running after her.

  “It’s Paula!” Tyler yelled as he, Matt, the sheriff, and other law enforcement ran toward her.

  Tyler could see that she was practically naked, wearing only a bra and shorts. She looked bloody and so filled with fear he pumped his arms faster. He was a short distance from her as Jimmy dove onto her and tackled her to the ground. They just reached her in time as Jimmy raised a knife in the air and was about to stab her. Matt threw himself at the man, tackling him to the ground, and soon the other officers were arresting Jimmy.

  Tyler fell to his knees as Paula cried.

  “We got you, baby. My God, Paula, you’re safe. You got away from him.”

  She crawled up his body, and he pulled her into his arms, noting all the blood and marks on her. He stared at Jimmy while the SWAT guys pulled him away.

  He wished he had the opportunity to kill him.

  “Is she okay?” Matt asked as he caressed her back.

  “Now that she’s with us, she’s going to be just fine,” Tyler stated as Paula sobbed against his chest.

  Epilogue

  “She is driving me crazy,” Tyler stated as he paced the living room.

  “You don’t think she’s driving me crazy, too? I’ve had to jerk off in the fucking shower every night this week.”

  “Fuck. It’s only been a few weeks since the attack. Her bruises look worse.”

  “Tyler, they’re going to look worse and uglier before they heal completely. At least the stitches on her arm were removed and her bandages are in place,” Matt added.

  “She’s disobeying us on purpose. She’s asking for a spanking, but I’m not sure she’s ready for our dominance. Not after what that fucker did to her.”

  “I know. My own palms are itching. Last night she purposely flirted with those cowboys. I thought she was going to sit on the one guy’s lap,” Matt said.

  “I would have fucking killed the guy.”

  They heard the front door open then close, and both men released uncomfortable sighs.

  Their mouths dropped as Paula arrived wearing a skin-tight, extremely short, hot-pink halter dress with her breasts nearly pouring from the top. A smidgen more and they would see her areolas.

  She was all dolled up in stiletto heels as she dropped a department store bag and some other bags onto the couch, indicating she had gone shopping.

  “Howdy.” She placed her hands on her hips.

  “What the fuck is that you’re wearing?” Matt asked.

  She ran her manicured hands down her breasts, over her belly, past her crotch to her hips, and smiled. “This? Oh, something I picked up the other day.”

  “The other day! You wore that out in public?” Tyler growled, and she covered her heart with her hand and stepped back.

  “Oh my, why are you getting so upset? I love pink.” She em
phasized the word “pink” and then she licked her lips.

  Tyler was seeing red, and with one look at Matt he knew his brother was, too.

  “I’ll show you pink! Get into position.” She did it so fast they both realized that their woman was playing them. The time for waiting was over.

  Matt moved behind her and ran the palm of his hand over her ass. The dress was so tight that her ass stuck out even further. Her breath hitched and Tyler held her gaze.

  “Did we approve this dress?” he asked, and she shook her head.

  “You wore this in public without one of us being with you?” She nodded her head. The little vixen knew that her lack of verbal response was going to bring quite the number of spanks to her ass.

  Matt reached from behind her and pulled the top of the dress down. Her breasts popped out and proved she wasn’t wearing any bra. His heart pounded inside of his chest, and his dick grew hard.

  “No fucking bra?”

  She shook her head.

  “Words, Paula. Verbal responses. You’re adding up quite the spanking, ain’t ya, doll?”

  She smiled.

  Matt reached around and plucked both nipples at once. She moaned and pressed her ass back against him.

  “Oh no, you don’t. You’re in big trouble, woman. There’s one final thing I need to see. If you ain’t wearing any panties and you went out in public with that dress on, your ass is going to be really sore.”

  The heat hit her cheeks, and he knew she wasn’t wearing any panties. He couldn’t stand to wait any longer. It had been weeks since he was inside of her. He and Matt had had it.

  Matt pulled up the hem of the tight dress, revealing nothing but ass and pussy.

  Tyler’s eyes widened. Despite the cluster of bruises and cuts, she was dripping cream, wanting them, and that was all he focused on.

  “On your knees,” he whispered, teeth clenched, and she immediately fell to her knees and kept her hands behind her head.