Jeweled Serpent: The Complete Collection

by Silk, Nicole

  They walked deeper into the dwelling as Terri said, “It’s actually a castle that’s hidden underground. The only things seen from the outside are the oak doors, rock wall, and the back party area. Everything else is quite hidden from view with exception to the spire seen in the photo from the air.”

  A man stepped from a room and greeted them before Terri affectionately introduced him, “Melissa Collins, this is my loving Dom, Jacob.”

  He shook her hand and welcomed her to The Jeweled Serpent, barely concealing amusement over watching how she was balancing herself in the heels. A familiar face suddenly appeared from a doorway down the hall. She frowned as her memory teased her. When he came closer, she realized he was a cleaner version of the French vagrant.

  Terri opened her arms for an embrace from the man, “This is Frenchie. He’ll answer any more questions you have.”

  After hugging Terri briefly to him, Frenchie bowed over Melissa’s hand, “We meet again, Melissa.”

  She nodded, “Were you the one that researched me or was that someone else?”

  He shook his head, “We spread a wide net, Melissa, but aim to please. We are not a cult but simply a network of members enjoying life and what it has to offer, similar to your church.”

  Melissa slowly nodded, trying to shove her husband’s profession out of her mind. Following Frenchie into a room, she paused when she saw the bed. He pointed to the table, “I’m sure you have many questions.”

  She settled at the round table and said, “I understand that Terri wants this lifestyle. That’s her personal preference and I don’t judge her for it. Martha, on the other hand, will and has brutally judged her. Is there any way that she can sway her mother to stop harassing her?”

  Frenchie shook his head and pointed out, “Martha tried to convince you that we’d stolen her daughter and brainwashed her into doing our bidding, didn’t she?”

  Melissa nodded. Frenchie shrugged, “That’s how far she and Jacob have gotten with talking to her mother. I can understand a mother’s caring stance but Terri is an adult. Her mother needs to take the hint and leaver her be.”

  Melissa nodded again and said, “I’ll try to talk to her but I don’t know what good it will do. Martha is a persistent woman.”

  Frenchie asked, “Do you have any more questions for me?”

  Melissa couldn’t think of any so she shook her head. Frenchie stood but, when Melissa started to rise with him, said, “I’m sure you’ll do your best to persuade Martha. Please stay and enjoy your coffee, Melissa. Someone will arrive soon to complete your tour.”

  She started to say there’s more? but Frenchie was already heading away with an air that signaled he was finished speaking. Settling for asking whoever gave her the final tour, Melissa picked her coffee up for a sip. She realized it was the same stuff that she’d consumed in the car. Throwing caution to the wind, she gulped the delicious brew down. She helped herself to another cup from the carafe on the table while she waited. The tingly sensation intensified as the brew warmed her from the inside out.

  Hearing the door open, she assumed it was the person arriving to complete her tour. The handsome trooper, who had pulled her over numerous times, stopped next to her chair and said, “Hello, Melissa.”

  “Hank! Why are you here?”

  He took her hand in his as he said, “I’m a member of the Serpent.”

  As the strong aphrodisiac sang through her blood, she uttered a throaty, “Oh.”

  Her eyes widened when he pulled her from the chair as he slid his handcuffs off his belt. She couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from the metallic circles. His male scent made her ache in places she’d long forgotten. He grinned and opened one of the cuffs with a clatter. She tensed but he assured her, “Relax. No one’s going to hurt you here.”

  She opened her mouth but he pulled her to him. His lips covered hers, collapsing all thoughts as he moved toward the bed. She raised a hand to thrust fingers into his hair but he caught it, smoothly clasping the cuff around her wrist. Breaking the kiss, he snapped the other cuff on his own wrist and growled against her neck, “Gotcha this time!”

  Melissa whimpered as raw yearning tore through her body. He unbuttoned the tiny row of buttons down the front of her dress, sliding the dress off her shoulders. Dragging an appreciative gaze down her long slender body, he said, “I’ve wanted you from the moment you peeled out of the grocery store. I know what’s going on, Melissa. Don’t worry about Martha.”

  She wanted him so bad she couldn’t stand it but fear caused her to pause, “You won’t tell them, will you?”

  He lowered his gaze from hers as he assured, “It’ll be between you, me, and the Serpent from here on out.”

  “Here on out?”

  With complete confidence, he told her, “Everyone comes back to The Jeweled Serpent, Melissa. You’re not alone anymore.”

  Sweeping her long tresses out of her face, he pulled her into his arms. His embrace felt so good after having no human contact for so long. She leaned against him, savoring his male scent and heat of his arms as they squeezed her to him. He leaned back and grinned, “You’ve been a rather busy and naughty girl in the eyes of the law.”

  She blushed furiously and breathed an apology. He nodded and said, “You’re forgiven. Next time you need to get my attention, just call me. You won’t leave here without my number.”

  Her heart slammed in her chest as she shook her head, “I can’t take your number. He might find it.”

  “Melissa, you are sexy and beautiful but you don’t give me or yourself enough credit. Everything will be okay.”

  Needing someone to talk to now more than ever, Melissa nodded, “Okay. If you promise.”

  Hank nodded, whispering I promise over her lips before kissing her once again. He pushed her dress off her waist, kicking it aside when it hit the floor but leaving her in lacy bra and panties above the mid-thigh high boots. With her skin extraordinarily sensitive due to the aphrodisiacs, she responded with a hitching breath every time he lightly dragged his fingertips over her skin.

  He unsnapped his shirt, baring his chest to her, but left the garment on. Raising her cuffed hand, he laced his fingers through hers. Melissa writhed against him, moaning his name over and over as he nibbled his way down to her waist. He rose to unbuckle his belt, causing her to moan, “I wanted you to bend me over that table, Hank. I’ve never been so horny in my life.”

  Grinning at the hungry way she looked at him, he cocked an eyebrow and nodded, “I’ll get around to bending you over something. You just stop talking and enjoy this or I’ll have to gag you. Would you like me to gag you, Melissa?”

  She shook her head, wanting her mouth free to kiss and taste him. With every feather light touch, her skin trembled under his touch. Melissa relaxed, trusting her pleasure to this handsome flirtatious trooper. His hands finally stopped moving as he whispered, “We’ll take this out to my cruiser where I plan on bending you over the hood and fucking you until you scream my name.”

  Remembering the videos, she squeaked with surprise. He gave her a knowing look and nodded, “I know all about them.”

  Grabbing a robe, he draped it over her shoulders. She glanced down at herself and started to ask something but he placed a finger over her lips, “No more talking.”

  He left the robe gaping open as he said, “We shouldn’t encounter anyone.”

  With widening eyes, she remained quiet while he tugged her forward and guided her through a door. They met no one on their journey to the back of the massive structure where his cruiser was parked. Seeing it, she almost stopped but he ushered her forward and said, “Everyone has left. We’re here by ourselves.”

  Shaking with pent-up desire and the strong aphrodisiacs, Melissa leaned against his cruiser and breathed, “Hank, please!”

  He pushed the robe away, admiring her curvy figure for a second before suddenly jerking her bra off. She cursed in surprise, something she’d normally never do, and almost slid down the side o
f his cruiser. He easily lifted her, still clad in lacy panties, and sat her on the hood of his car. She couldn’t tear her eyes off him, leaning forward due to the cuff around her wrist as he slowly removed his belt.

  When he started to unbutton his pants, she quickly asked, “Can you leave them on?”

  He grinned and nodded, unzipping his uniform pants. She couldn’t resist stroking his long shaft through his briefs. He pulled her legs around his waist, lifting her so that he could rip her panties off. She pressed against him, whimpering as her arousal reached new heights. He lowered her back to the hood of his cruiser before unclasping the cuffs while saying, “You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”

  She nodded but had to bite her lip to keep from launching herself into his arms. He asked her in a husky rasp, “How bad do you want me?”

  Melissa couldn’t take it anymore, she cried in desperation as she grabbed for him, “Oh…please!”

  His hand suddenly thrust in her hair, pulling her away from him as his teeth ravished her neck. Her breasts heaved, thrusting against his chest, as her back arched. He dragged his stubble from her neck to her nipples, firing her arousal and almost throwing her into a fight for all over again.

  As their movements became more frantic, she tried to grab his cock but he quickly circled her wrist with his fingers and became rough. Before Melissa knew what hit her, she was thrust face-first over the hood. She cried his name, begging nonsensically as he pressed his cock against her ass.

  She would swear under oath that she couldn’t take much more teasing. When his finger slid inside her, seeming to tap every sweet spot within, she begged like never before. He dry humped her ass, telling her that she’d better start screaming his name. Twisting in an effort to get to him, she shrieked his name before moaning, “Pleeaase!”

  He easily held her to the hood as he released his cock. At the feel of his naked hot shaft against the cleft of her ass, Melissa screamed louder and wondered if a person could go mad from need. As an expert in teasing, Hank knew how far to take it. He drew the handcuffs, now freed from her wrists, down her back.

  At the feel of the metal gliding over her sensitive skin, Melissa’s back arched as she whimpered. Hank slowly moved the cuffs down to her ass before slapping her sharply with them. Her bark of surprise turned into mindless gibberish when he slapped her ass with his bare hand. Melissa didn’t mind. On the contrary, she was thoroughly enjoying the roughness and begged him to slap her again.

  He whipped her with the cuffs before tossing them with a loud clank onto the hood. She jerked in surprise before howling his name in a throaty cry when his velvety shaft slid across her reddened ass cheek. Hank suddenly pulled her backward and off the hood, turning her so that her back rested against it.

  Without hesitating, he plunged two fingers inside to fingerfuck her into a writhing mess. The soles of her feet slid uselessly down his uniform pants as her hips moved with the motion of his hand. Still, she needed more.

  Begging him while he merciless teased her, she gasped when his mouth covered her nipple. Feeling his hot bulbous head press against her slit, she jerked as climactic waves rushed over her. She’d never orgasmed so strongly in her life.

  His name echoed back to her before her loud groan bounced back to her ears as well when he suddenly filled her. Having been denied by her husband for so long, she clenched tightly around Hank’s cock as her orgasm stretched on. The vehicle rocked underneath her as Hank thrust into her repeatedly.

  She thrust her fingers into his hair, arching her back off the hood of the cruiser. Hank lifted his mouth from her nipple, growling her name over her breast, before turning her onto her side on the vehicle’s hood. Stretching one of her long booted legs across his chest, he pistoned into her until her noisy queefs flooded the air.

  When she sank into a lethargic state, he turned her over onto her stomach. Hank continually adjusted her body into various positions, extending her climactic state until Melissa thought she’d surely die from the pleasure. He turned her so she’d face him.

  His hips curled in one final thrust, groaning as his cock jerked inside her. Melissa didn’t want their play to end but, like all things, she knew it must. He suddenly pulled her off the police cruiser and into his arms, sliding her down the length of his body. When he scrambled to correct his clothing and told her that someone was approaching, she frantically looked around as her feet settled on the ground.

  He motioned toward one of the cabins and urged her to follow. She ran behind him, slipping through the door as a vehicle pulled up to park next to the cruiser. He motioned toward the shower and told her to go ahead and jump in before adding, “I’ll return by the time you finish.”

  ***

  Hank quickly left the cabin. Melissa hurried toward the bathroom. Wincing, she remembered the trail of clothing she’d left behind. She made quick work of the shower and, as he’d stated. Hank was back when she exited the bathroom clad in a fresh robe.

  Faith was with him. Her eyes widened when the beautiful woman said, “Melissa, there are numerous reasons why we brought you here. Hank is only one of them.”

  Melissa waited as Hank pulled her down to sit next to him. She tried to place discreet distance between them but his arm settled on her shoulder as Faith continued, “Frenchie told you that we have a far-reaching network of people connected to the Serpent. Correct?”

  At Melissa’s nod, Faith continued, “I’d like you to meet a few of the shareholders. Frenchie is one of them.”

  Melissa looked at her robe before her gaze darted between Hank and Faith. She breathed, “Like this?”

  Faith quickly assured her that her attire was completely appropriate. Hank rose, pulling her up from the sofa with him, and lead her to the door of the cabin. Melissa glanced back as she said, “My boots are in the bathroom.”

  “They’ll be safe there. You’ll actually be returning to this cabin after you’ve met the others.”

  The way she said others made Melissa glance inquiringly at Hank. His neutral expression gave nothing away. Following them back to the Serpent, she discovered a meeting of sorts in session. The room fell silent as they entered.

  She recognized a man and woman who had attended their church a few times and froze. The man thrust a hand out to shake and said, “I’m Luke Powers.” He motioned to a woman sitting next to him and added, “My wife, Meredith. It’s so nice to meet you, Melissa. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

  He motioned for her to sit across from them before saying, “I’m afraid we haven’t been completely forthcoming with you.”

  Anxiety flooded Melissa, wondering where this was heading, as she breathed, “About what?”

  Tilting his head, he asked, “Do you know that you’re listed on a will by a very prominent owner of the Serpent?”

  Frowning, she looked at each person in turn before shaking her head, “Who?”

  “Your father, Emanuel Schultz, backed the funding for the Serpent.”

  Her mouth opened but only a shocked squeak split the air. Shaking her head, she finally managed, “That’s impossible. My father wasn’t part of my life. I’ve never even met the man.”

  A door opened at the end of the room and an elderly man supported by a cane entered. Every bit of moisture fled her mouth as the man, holding features that were similar to hers, slowly made his way to the table. When he was seated, he nodded politely to her and said, “How are you, Melissa?”

  Suddenly enraged, she started to stand but Hank laid a hand on her shoulder, “Please listen to him.”

  With her jaw clenched, she remained in her seat but refused to look at the man as he said, “I am your father, Melissa. I am also truly sorry that I never contacted you until now. I did keep track of the home which adopted you.” A brief silence fell but she resisted the temptation to look at him. As if sensing her stubbornness, he continued, “I was in no shape to care for a young child. Your mother died at childbirth, you see.” A raspy sigh split the air before he said, “I
understand your anger, my child.”

  She snapped, “Don’t call me that! You never get to call me that.” Tears blurred her vision as she growled, “I don’t want anything from you!”

  “You may not want anything but you’re listed as his beneficiary.”

  At the sound of her husband’s voice, Melissa’s whole body jerked. She stared at Robert as her mouth worked but no sound emitted. Hank’s hand tightened on her shoulder when she started to rise once again. Melissa felt heat flood her entire body, reminding her that she was nude under the robe.

  Her husband stopped behind the elderly man, taking in her surprised expression and nodded, “That’s right, Melissa. I know all about Serpent. I’ve used their services for many years.”

  Shaking her head in disbelief, she could only breathe, “What!?!”

  He sat next to the elderly man and continued as if she’d never spoken, “I married you because I’m also a shareholder. With our joint shares, we will be a force…”

  “You never loved me, did you?”

  He tried to cover her hand. She moved it so he said, “Of course I love you.”

  The woman named Meredith leaned forward and explained, “The Jeweled Serpent is expanding and your father is very ill. He has been ill for six years now.”

  The elderly man spoke up and clarified, “They thought I’d kick the bucket a while back but I fooled them. Now, I can’t hang on much longer. You will take over my holdings when I pass.”

  Her husband spoke again, “I stayed out of your bed, Melissa, because I didn’t want to freak you out. My apologies for making you think I was coldhearted.”

  Frowning, she said, “You are coldhearted. Do you know how lonely I’ve been?”

  He nodded, appearing remorseful as he murmured another apology. Motioning to Hank who still had his hand on her shoulder, he said, “You won’t be lonely any longer, Melissa.”