“Fuck no, I’m not going to quit looking at her. She’s the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on and if you fuck up, I’m going to steal her from you.”
I keep my attention directed towards Miller. I have no intentions of being stolen from him by anybody. The rest of the men laugh at Diego’s response and it relieves some of the tension—tension caused by Diego being crazy enough to say what he just said and tension caused by the presence of the new man, ‘The Executioner.’
A few moments are spent chit-chatting and having a drink before us girls are scooted off, much like the last meeting, so the guys can discuss their next kill. Unlike the other women, I will be informed on all the details later because I’ll be going with them.
I am glad for the chance to get away and meet the new girl. I can’t help but wonder what kind of woman would be with a man so intense he has been dubbed ‘The Executioner.’
Selena leads us to the bar and back to the dressing room as is her wont to do. She probably wants a line of blow already. We all get seated and nurse our drinks as Selena pulls a baggie out. The new girl and I both decline doing a line. I can only assume her man doesn’t want her doing street drugs either. Fuck… as scary looking as her man is, she probably obeys without any arguments.
“Kansas, I love your name,” Selena begins the conversation. “Were you born there? Is that why your mom named you that?”
“No, my mom doesn’t give a shit about what she named me, just named me something off the top of her head. I grew up in group homes and foster care so I’ve never really even had the chance asked her why.”
“Oh sweetie, well you have family now. Doesn’t she, Stormy?”
“Yes,” I agree. “We all stick close together. Those guys out there will be the first to tell you that they’re blood brothers. They all served in Afghanistan together so they’re as thick as thieves.”
I guess Kansas wants to change the subject because she remarks about a dress Selena has hanging on the rack and Selena gives it to her.
It is the truth. This group is like a family and because one of the brotherhood brought her in, we’ll watch over her and take her in like family. I want to ask her so badly about the man she calls Executioner but I can’t figure out a way to do it without sounding nosey. I’ll ask Miller later but I will have to be careful because he is so fucking over the top jealous. I can see how a guy like that would want to take care of her because she seems like she really needs someone. As hard as our men are, they love with an extreme intensity—intense enough to kill for it. One thing rings true: once you join this band of brothers, there is only one way out…
Miller
I look around the table, getting a read on my fellow brothers. It has been a long time since Trent has made an appearance so I know this meeting has most likely got something to do with the chick on his arm. I have never seen him with a woman. The mother fucker is so scary looking, he normally buys high class escorts to get laid. It isn’t that he can’t get a woman, he just scares the shit out of them. He is one of the most intense people I have ever met and that is saying a lot being that I’m surrounded by killers. I would have to say between him and Glazov, they are the two I watch the closest. I go out of my way not to piss either one of them off because they are ruthless and sadistic when it comes to pay back. They both enjoy toying with their prey before a kill, much like a cat with a mouse. I’ve seen them go so far as to torture an enemy, lead them to believe they are going to release them after their sadistic antics, and then kill them anyway…slowly. None of us are right in the head after serving in Afghanistan. The fact that we stick together is one of the things that keeps us from going off the deep end. Diego’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“What brought you out of your cave, mother fucker?” he asks Trent.
“I came to beat your ass and then go back home and fuck Kansas raw; seeing you bleed makes my cock hard.”
“Fuck that, I’m not letting you fuck up this pretty face. I’ll shoot your ass before you ever lay one of your cage fighting fists on this beautiful mug. My women like me pretty.”
“Well mine likes me beautiful too—a beautiful monster.”
“What did you do? Kidnap her and fuck her into submission until she had Stockholm Syndrome?”
“You know me all too well. That’s how I roll.”
“Well spill it,” I chime in. “Who’s next on the hit list?”
Trent laughs, but it is more of a sinister laugh that causes my hackles to rise. “You baby faced mother fucker. You look like the college kid next door but deep down you’re a cold blooded, sadistic killer. You’re more dangerous than somebody who looks like me because they never see it coming when you aim your Glock.”
A sense of comradery washes over me realizing that Trent knows me so well. I am sadistic and I do love my job. He begins speaking again.
“I’ve got a situation with a psychiatrist who has gone all psycho.” I already know who he is talking about due to news reports and piecing information together from our previous conversations. In my world, nothing is as it appears to be.
“He had Kansas in his sights…”
Diego interrupts again, “Yeah, ‘til you kidnapped her ass and worked your mojo ‘til she became a victim to the dreaded Stockholm Syndrome psyche.”
“I like a woman who resists my charms,” Trent answers.
I add, speaking more to myself than the guys, “I like a woman who resists period.”
“Well if she quits resisting and you don’t want her anymore, I’m stealing her from you,” Diego retorts.
“The fuck you will, Diego!”
“There’s the killer I know,” Trent says and continues with information on the mark we’ll be hitting. I’m still cutting my eyes at Diego while he smirks at me, toying with a toothpick in his mouth. He’s an instigator, always has been, and though he is smirking, we both know he is well aware of where the lines are drawn with me and he won’t cross them. I don’t know what his fucking obsession with my woman is, but Stormy would never have anything to do with a player like Diego. The girl is monogamous through and through and even though I wasn’t when I met her, I damn sure am now. Yeah, I’m monogamous enough to kill a mother fucker over her, and that goes for Diego too. Deep down inside, Diego knows it.
“Alright girls, you’re both pretty,” Trent chuckles as he continues. “This quack doctor went bat shit crazy when he had Kansas as a patient.”
“See, even our women are crazy,” Diego smiles at me. I’m still not smiling. If he wasn’t the Colombian thug and the brother that he is, I would reach over the table and smash his pretty little mug into it.
Trent cuts his eyes at him, “You’re an instigating little bastard aren’t you?”
Diego sheepishly smiles. “Yeah,” is all he says and at that point, we do all laugh and it finally cuts the tension.
“To answer your crazy question, she suffers from something we’re all familiar with… PTSD. She had a client blow her brains out in front of her.”
“Damn,” we all say at once.
“So, what is this quack wanting to do? Research PTSD? There are plenty of other people he could do a study on besides some helpless woman,” Diego questions.
That causes a full blown laugh from Trent. “That woman of mine is anything but helpless. She is one of the strongest people I know.”
“She would have to be to put up with you,” I answer.
“You got that right. Anyway, he is researching RAD.”
“Reactive Attachment Disorder,” I murmur.
“You always have been a brainiac, Miller.”
“It goes with my college boy good looks you referred to earlier,” I answer. In my line of work, brains are as important as balls. You have to be able to read people and situations to do what I do. Not only do I have to read my marks, I have to read the people who hire me. Hidden agendas—everyone has them.
“From what I can gather, he believes the cure for RAD is a form of Stockholm
syndrome and he wants to prove that theory at any cost.”
“So, this woman he kidnapped suffers from RAD and he took her to research her? That’s some crazy shit, man. I’ll never see counseling the same way after hearing that,” Diego says.
“That’s exactly what he has done and the clincher is… he plans to kill her when he finishes his so called research.”
“How do you know all this shit?” I ask him.
“I bugged his office. You don’t think I let all that Intel training Uncle Sam taught me go to waste do you?”
“None of us did, my brother, none of us did. Speaking of us, why didn’t someone call our other brother, Black Rose, in for this little meeting?”
I smile, but it’s more of a half-cocked I know something you don’t know smile, because I’m well aware Black Rose stays up on everything going on in the brotherhood. He stays informed even when he doesn’t show up. The guy is just like the rest of us—a ghost. By the time you know he’s there, it’s already too late.
“Don’t underestimate him; he knows everything going on…” That is all I have to say and they all shake their heads in agreement.
Black Rose and I have a love hate relationship. I don’t know why but we just don’t like each other. He thinks I’m crazy and I think he needs to lighten up and take the stick out of his ass. He comes from old money and he is an uppity mother fucker if I’ve ever seen one. Everything has to be just so and he has the money to make sure that, in his world, it is. I don’t think I have ever met a more controlling bastard than him. Like I said, we don’t like each other, but we do maintain a mutual respect due to the fact that we are both in the brotherhood. It’s all good until it isn’t. Just joking, I think to myself as a sardonic smile crosses my lips until I’m certain it manifests in my expression. Yeah… we’re cool. It’s all good in the neighborhood—the neighborhood of the brotherhood—a brotherhood that is bound by blood…
Black Rose
I make my way back home and into my office to watch surveillance of the woman I really want. Images of fucking her and using her for my pleasure invade my thoughts throughout the day. Though I just finished fucking a total stranger and accomplished the orgasm I needed, I’m not sated. I want Melanie. I have been watching her for months and there is something about her that makes me want to defile her. I want to aggressively dominate her and completely take over her existence.
It’s ironic how the men in the brotherhood are all kinky in one way or another. They are sadistic men who enjoy taking down their prey and subduing them, whether they are willing or not. I am a man who feeds off of mind-fucks, the fear, and even, at times, the degradation of my victim. I don’t believe it can get much more degrading than to fuck a woman in an alley, pinning her to a brick wall while a drunk watches and jacks off. Yet, I’m still not sated…
I eye the screen and watch a woman who still has no idea that she is my willing captive. She tucks the little boy I now consider as my own child into bed and removes her clothing to go to sleep. I’m very pleased she sleeps in the nude as it will be one of my rules when I break her down and rebuild her to be the woman of my choosing.
It’s evident she is unaware I have her under surveillance when she bends her knees, spreading her legs and giving me full view of her finger sliding over her nub of nerves. The voyeur in me is very pleased and my cock reacts by hardening. I quickly go from stroking over it through my tailored pants to pulling it out and pumping it in my fist.
“Slip that finger in there, baby girl.”
She obeys as if she hears her Master’s mandate. Her hips gyrate as she finger fucks herself with one hand and rolls her finger over her clit with the other. My pumps become more urgent as my balls clench and I orgasm at the same moment she does. We’re joined and she doesn’t even realize it yet. Now… I am sated…
Miller
I waste no time pinning her to the wall as I stand behind her and place my palms beside her head, assuring her inability to escape. She knows. She knows exactly what’s wrong with me, smart girl.
“I haven’t done anything to lead him on. He’s a man-whore and you know that.”
My hand slides up the bottom of her mini and I pinch her clit… hard. “You’re wet. You’re wet because you know you’re in trouble and you don’t know what I might do to you. Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
My finger splays over the wet spot in her G-string and up over her clit, back and forth over the satiny silk, until she begins trying to grind into my hand to encourage more contact.
“Bad little girls don’t get to come,” I taunt her. “That mother fucker sure is fixated on you.”
“I’m yours, Miller. We’re in too deep for me to ever consider being with any man but you.”
“I’ll kill you.” I gently slide my hand down the front of her panties and thrust my middle finger into her wet pussy. Once again I whisper, “I’ll kill you,” only this time I thrust it deep within her opening right when I say the word kill. I mean it too. I’m not done taunting her. In fact, I’m just getting started.
“I might kill you anyway. If you don’t take to training right, I’ll cut you off as a loss. I’ll shoot you between the eyes and throw your body in a ditch with a baggie of whatever drug I happen to choose that day. Then when they find you, they can assume you are just another junkie.”
It’s evident the fear I cause in her turns her on because she is dripping wet. I slide another finger into her and I’m still whispering threats in her ear.
“Fuck those fingers and you better make it good. Maybe you need an ass whipping with that cane you love so much.”
“I don’t love that piece of brutally masquerading as a stick,” she defiantly answers me.
“You love what I say you love and, right now, you love fucking my fingers. You’re such a dirty girl, fucked up in the head just like I am. I hope I don’t have to kill you; I would so miss our times of bonding. We’re bound in so many ways. We’re both fucked up mentally and emotionally, both kinky as hell, and we’re both cold blooded killers.
“Do you think that’s why Diego is so fixated on you?”
She can barely answer me because her breath is coming out in broken gasps. “Diego is a fucking instigator. You know, he’s like the kid on the playground pulling the little girl’s hair and then running away. He likes pissing you off; he wants to get a reaction. As far as I’m concerned Diego has a death wish if he’s fucking with you.”
“Your training is paying off. You have him pegged correctly.”
“It has nothing to do with my training. It’s my intuition and it was mine before you ever entered the picture.”
I purposely stop rubbing her clit and she begins trying to manipulate her hips to make contact again.
“You come when I say you come.”
I jerk my fingers out of her panties and rapidly turn her around to face me. I place my palms against the wall and gaze at her through hooded eyes.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you with my gun again. Maybe this time I’ll leave it loaded.” I watch the vein in her neck go crazy. “That got a response, didn’t it? You know you work for me now and as your boss, I can do anything I want to you. As your owner…well, let’s just say it’s no fucking holds barred.
“Get my fucking pants pulled down now! Since you are doing such a good job fucking my fingers, you can ride my cock.” My dick springs forth and she takes a finger, rubbing the pre-cum over the slit, and a shudder courses through me. This is the only woman I have ever been with that I haven’t tired of. The fact that I get to train her to kill is intoxicating.
She sticks her tongue out, wagging it back and forth. She’s a little prick tease but as long as it is only my prick she’s teasing, that’s fine. I grab a handful of her hair, sliding her mouth slowly down on my cock until she’s balls deep and can’t breathe.
“Cock tease. Don’t fuck with me, little girl.” I chuckle when I see her panic filled eyes watering. “I own you, even the air you breathe.” I slowly pull her bac
k and let her catch her breath. Her mouth makes a popping noise as I exit the cavity she’s using to try to manipulate me. No woman is going to use her body to influence me. I’m in control and, I can assure you, that is especially true in the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and look down on her with contempt. I like to keep her on edge. There’s nothing like a good ole fashioned, masterful mind-fuck.
“Take my boots off and then my jeans and boxers. How do expect me to get my kink on like this?” I leave her no time to answer because right now, I’m too busy being an asshole. “That’s right where I like to see you—kneeling at my feet. Now raise that little mini-skirt up, wiggle your fine ass out of that G-string, and sit on my cock. You better make me feel real good, girl, because I’m still pissed about Diego undressing my woman with his eyes all night.”
“I didn’t do anything,” she hisses, defending herself against my accusations.
“Straddle me, girl. Spread those pussy lips and get busy making it up to me.” I grab her hips, forcing her down on me. Her fingernails rake into my shoulders as she protests in pain. I glare into her eyes and thrust a little deeper, reinforcing the fact that she is in my bed now. This is my bed, my rules.
She tosses her head back, riding up and down, and groaning out her pleasure. I pull her towards me, burying my face in her hair and taking in her scent. She smells like watermelon and it makes me want to eat her up, just to spit her back out so I can repeat the process. What’s that old saying? Wash, rinse, and repeat? Repeating is something I never get tired of with Stormy, my Stormy.
“Look at me, girl. That’s it. Look me in my eyes when you come.”
My finger slides down, circling over her swollen clit and in no time at all, she is locked onto me, grabbing my cock with her inner muscles. This is one chick who doesn’t need Kegel exercises; she takes everything I have to give her. Her sweet, little, throbbing pussy locks around me and milks me dry. I just keep connecting more intensely on a daily basis with this woman. I lay back on the bed and she lowers down on top of me. We take a moment to soak each other in and bask in the afterglow. I just keep falling deeper and deeper but into what, I don’t know…
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