The Complete Contract Series: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, & Part Four

by Steele, Suzanne

  “I will, I will, I have already been thinking the same thing.”

  “Let’s get out of here, guys.” I look at Trent and Diego and speak, “through the front door, guys.”

  They both chuckle. I grab Stormy and place her in a position to go up the stairs first so Diego can’t stare at her ass fitted in those tight as fuck jeans she’s wearing.

  I can hear the cage unlocking as we make our way up the stairs and I look back to see Dr. Winslow gently pull her out of her cage to embrace her. This is not at all what I was expecting but, in my world, things rarely go the way I think they will…

  Stormy

  I stand outside by the SUV and listen to the guys talk.

  “That’s some tripped out shit,” Diego says.

  “Not to us. It is to you because you’ll fuck anything in a skirt,” Trent replies. Everybody laughs because we all know it’s the truth.

  “Well I’m not like you and Miller. I don’t have to abduct a woman to get her in bed.”

  “Different strokes,” Miller answers.

  We all say our goodbyes and leave to the sight of Dr. Winslow escorting his newfound love with his arm around her. She gets in the car with the blanket that had been in her cage wrapped tightly around her body. She clutches the dirty teddy bear that was her companion for the last few weeks and leaves to start her new life in her new home with Dr. Winslow.

  Miller drapes his arm over my shoulders and walks me to my side of the SUV. “Come on, baby girl, all’s well that ends well.”

  I smile and give him a peck on his cheek. The awkwardness that I had been feeling since last night is now gone. I’m where I’m supposed to be…

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Lozado

  “Poke her with that stick, Bo.”

  Bo jabs the girl in the cage and watches with interest as she screams and lunges at him, cursing. “Aww, she’s a wild one, ain’t she?”

  Bo notices that her that hair is matted and her face is dirty but that, along with her behavior, only serves to make her look like a wild woman—just Bo’s type.

  “You ought not be snooping around while a man is making a batch a moonshine, little girl.”

  “Hey Bubba, we ought to be able to have some fun with this little ole gal.”

  “What little ole gal?” my voice cuts through the air from behind my sons as I approach them.

  The girl grabs the bars of the cage, looking out at me as if I am some hero, here to rescue her from my crazy sons. I got no intentions of rescuing nobody. She ain’t got no damn business poking around on my land and now she has seen too much. Moonshine is illegal. I don’t worry about the law in these parts because I am the fucking law. What goes on around here goes through me first. Point is… she needs to be punished for trespassin’ on my land. It’s evident the little ole gal ain’t from ‘round these parts. I almost want to chuckle because of the way she is looking at me. She’s eyeballin’ me like I’m the most beautiful man she has ever laid eyes on. The poor, little ole gal is smitten. I must be twenty-five years her senior; daddy issues is all I can figure. If I know anything, I know women. I make part of my living running strip clubs. Women are my business and I’m good at reading them. I always have had a knack for it. For some reason, they’re drawn to me like bees to honey and this girl is proving to be no different.

  Beth

  I stare out at the man who is standing in front of the cage I’ve been placed in. He is beautiful—a mixture of class and bayou ruggedness. He has long brown hair that is pulled back in a ponytail. His chocolate brown eyes seem almost hypnotic in their ability to draw me in and, right now, he has my undivided attention. I am mesmerized by this stranger and I have no idea why.

  He is wearing a long, leather coat that is unbuttoned and showing his lean form, clad in blue jeans and a denim shirt, beneath it. His long hair is covered by a leather hat that looks more like it is from Austria than the swamplands of the bayou. On his feet, he wears tall, brown, leather riding boots that flow with the rest of his ensemble, bringing it all together with a fashion sense unique to him. He truly is beautiful and I am hopelessly smitten.

  He looks down on me, towering over me and eyeing me with skepticism.

  “How old are you, little girl?”

  “Twenty-one,” I answer.

  “Don’t you fucking lie to me, girl! You ain’t a damn day over eighteen.”

  “No sir, I promise; I just look young. I always get carded.” I pull the ID out of my back pocket and hand it to him. I don’t want him thinking I’m lying and then leave me down here with his sons. He takes the ID and flicks his fingers over the corner as if he is making sure it isn’t fake. He puts it in his pocket and even though I find that to be odd, a part of me is relieved because I believe it means he’s going to keep me.

  His sons, Bo and Bubba, snicker when he places it in his pocket and I wonder if they think he is going to give me to them. Their laughter stops when he cuts his eyes at them and the fear they have of him is evident in their expressions. The danger I am sensing in this man is not without warrant. I have lived my life growing up in the streets and though I may not be educated in the sense of schooling, I can read people quite well.

  “Daddy, we didn’t do nuthin wrong. She was back here snooping around the still and we caught her. She is the one who should be in trouble, not us.”

  I note that even though his sons are grown, they still speak to him as if they are children. I can’t help but wonder if the respect they have for him was gained through beatings. Regardless of how dangerous he is, I want to go with him.

  Once Bo sees that he has his daddy’s attention, he asks, “Can we have her, Daddy?”

  My heart sinks and before I have time to think or be afraid, I scream out to the only man who can save me from these two. “No… take me with you!”

  Lozado looks at me again, his gaze piercing, and says, “Little girl, I’ll take you places that you have never been and you will never be able to return from.”

  He bends down in front of the cage, glares at me, and hisses, “Ever!”

  “I don’t care!” I cry out in desperation as I eye Bo and Bubba. “I’m begging you. I’m pleading with ya. I’ll do anything!”

  He tilts his head as a smirk passes over his face. “Little girl, them is some might powerful words you’re using.”

  “Daddy, we want her,” Bubba whines.

  Lozado stares down his boys before he turns to me again and speaks, “You a virgin, little girl? Answer me! I asked you a damn question!” he barks out, not giving me the time to answer.

  I hang my head, embarrassed and ashamed to still be a virgin at my age and answer, “Yes, Sir.” I don’t want him to not want me because I’ve never been with a boy. What if he thinks no boy has ever wanted me? I cringe as I think about losing my virginity to his sons.

  “Unlock the cage, boy!”

  Bo kicks at the dirt but doesn’t say anything as he obeys his daddy. Yeah… he is scared of him.

  If I could hear what his sons are thinking, I would know they aren’t just scared of their daddy; they are terrified of him. By their way of thinking, no girl is worth a horse whip and in these parts, no man can wield a whip with the skill that Lozado possesses. I will find out soon enough that the man, who I am begging to take me, is a hard core sadist.

  I run behind the man I believe has just rescued me to try and keep up with his long strides. After all, anything has to
be better than staying with those mean ole boys that found me.

  Chapter Two

  Stormy

  “Looks like you may be going on your first road trip, girl.”

  I look over his shoulder to try and sneak a peek at the information he has on the computer screen.

  He reaches around, grabbing me and forcing me down onto his lap.

  “Your cock is hard, Miller; you’re insatiable.”

  “Only for you, baby girl, only for you.”

  I eye the man on the computer screen who looks straight up redneck.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “I’m taking you to the bayou. I might even throw you to the gators if you fuck up.”

  “They’ll spit me back out if you do.”

  He laughs, “They probably would. I’m not throwing you anywhere but into my bed, girl. You’re my fucking property and while we’re on the subject of you being my property, I’m laying down the law—a few rules if you will. I don’t want you wearing the clothes you normally wear. Don’t take anything sexy. You pack jeans, t-shirts, and tennis shoes. I don’t want you wearing a lot of make-up either. These boys in the bayou are straight up Cajun crazy. They’ve got no problem stealing a woman and holding her as a prisoner while they train her to their liking. These are some twisted mother fuckers. It isn’t the father I’m worried about, though he is crazy. One of his sons enjoys tying his enemies to a tree and gutting them. Then he feeds them to the gators. He has a blood fetish; he has all the makings of a serial killer.”

  “Maybe I shouldn’t go, Miller. You’re scaring the shit out of me.”

  “You have to go, girl. I need my backup. Plus, I can’t go that long without fucking you.”

  I feel a sense of pride because this is the first time he has referred to me as his partner, even if it was in a roundabout way. It means a lot that he trusts me with his life and I do have his back. I will kill anyone who threatens to take him from me and I will do it without thought or remorse. I need Miller and I can’t imagine my life without him. My world was full of craziness when he pulled me from the madness and gave me a whole new life—a life with him that I will never take a chance on losing.

  I wiggle my ass on his hard cock, taunting him. “Okay, fill me in on the hit before I get distracted and jump your bones, specifically this bone right here.” I wiggle my ass again to make my point.

  “Lozado runs a string of strip joints. One of the guys managing one of them brought in his cousin from Mexico, and the dumb son of a bitch is trying to take over.”

  “If he’s as crazy as you say, why does Lozado need our help?”

  “Well… the fact that the guy has Mexican cartel connections has Lozado concerned. He wants the backup of the connections I have.”

  “What connections?”

  “Antonio Wayne Ramirez and his brother, Ricardo. Just one phone call from those two and a Colombian army is at our disposal.”

  “Yeah, those two are fucking crazy. I did some research when I heard you talking about them before and they are world renowned.”

  “That they are, young lady. That they are…”

  Antonio Wayne

  The woman is hanging by a chain from the ceiling and the sound of the tail end of my whip biting into her flesh is making my cock hard. She is strung up so that her toes can barely touch the flooring. There is just something about seeing a woman bound in chains and at my mercy, her face a contorted expression of the pain inflicted by my hand. All my women are well aware that I’m a full blown sadist and it takes a certain kind of woman to play with me.

  The woman I crave though, and cannot yet lay hands on, is my wife. She is housed in my dungeon in a cage, watching me as I work this girl over. It is all part of the breaking process she is being subjected to her first few weeks here with me. She was sent here by my brother when she stole $100,000 from him. She and her best friend had a cage fighting scam going and they sorely underestimated my brother when they conned his men into placing bets and then threw the fight. The recompense for their offense was marriage to my brother and me.

  It isn’t that I can’t fuck her now; it is that I won’t. She is a virgin and I have made a commitment to myself that I will not deflower her until she begs me. I may have taken her freedom but I refuse to have to take her virginity.

  Roxanne shrinks to the back of her cage as she watches me. The look on her face isn’t one of fear, but one of curiosity. I crack the whip again and as the tail bites into the woman’s flesh on her abdomen, she cries out in pain. Now we’re getting somewhere. I do love to hear a woman scream. I love inflicting pain. I’m a true sadist at heart. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman’s face when she is in agony. All of her inhibitions go out the window as she begs for mercy—or more.

  I’ve always known that I’m different and training my wife is going to be interesting, to say the least, but back to the matter at hand… One more strike of the whip and I toss it to the side, making my way over to the beautiful woman hanging from the chain and at my mercy. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head up off of her chest. A faint smile crosses her face even though she is weakened from the beating.

  “You’re my slave for life and I will always love you and care for you, but I am not in love with you.” I look over at Roxanne as I speak, “She has bewitched me. My fiery, American, redheaded wife has bewitched me. I am using you, slave. This is nothing more, nothing less.”

  “Whatever pleases you, Master,” she whispers.

  I thrust my cock up into her and her soaked opening clenches around me. Like all of my women who work in my club, she is in love with me. It’s a pity that I am in love with the one woman who does not love me back—my wife…

  Beth

  Lozado leads me into the house and though I enter with a sense of trepidation, I’m excited to be going with him. The thought of being at his sons’ mercy terrifies me because I know instinctively, they have none.

  I look up to see the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on and waves of insecurity and fear course through me. Fear, because I never thought about the possibility that he already had a woman, and insecurity, because I can’t even begin to measure up to this woman’s beauty. The robe she’s wearing flows behind her as she greets us with a smile. He wastes no time telling her what he wants done with me.

  “Clean her up and I don’t want her lookin’ like a whore either.”

  “Yes, Sir,” the woman I would come to know as Claudia answers.

  She sweeps me away as Lozado informs her he will be in his office.

  She leads me to the bathroom and puts me in the shower. “Just come out when you’re finished and feel free to use whatever you need.”

  I’m surprised she is being so nice to me seeing how her man brought me into her home. Though I’m shocked, I’m also feeling extremely grateful. I could really use a friend at this juncture in my life.

  She patiently waits and, after I’m done with my shower, she sits me in a chair. She stands behind me, toying with my wet hair, and I can tell she is contemplating what to do with me. I catch myself wondering if she will be in trouble if Sir isn’t happy with the way she dresses me. As scared as everyone else seems to be of him, I’m certain she is too. Her voice interrupts my thoughts and my attempt to get my bearings in what appears to be my new home and family.

  “We are going to dress you in this blue, gingham dress, little girl,” Claudia tells me, giving me a smile.

  I turn to get a better look at her; she really is absolutely the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.

  She has shoulder length, dark hair and hazel eyes with long lashes. Her full lips are a perfect cupid’s bow that she accentuated with a wine colored lipstick.

  She is dressed in a corset that plumps up her firm breasts and tapers her already small waist line.

  Her full, yet firm, hips don a G-string and thigh-high hose cover her long, tight legs.

  She wears a long, satin robe that flows behin
d her when she walks, accenting the spiked heels that she wears.

  How is it that she can walk in those so gracefully? It is as if she was born with them attached to her feet.

  “Lord, child, you act like you have never seen a grown woman before.”

  “I have never seen anyone as perfect as you, Claudia. You are beautiful. Can you make me look like you?”

  “No, child, Sir wants you to look like you, not me.”

  “Alright,” I sulk.

  Chapter Three

  Miller

  Though I have no intentions of letting Stormy know it, I have reservations about taking her with me. The bayou is almost like a separate entity in that there is like no other place on earth that compares. It has an energy all its own, with the dark taboo world of voodoo woven within the very fabric of its mysterious core. However, it isn’t the supernatural aspects concerning me; it’s the fact that one of the most dangerous enemies I have happens to reside there.

  I’m not exactly known for leaving my enemies alive as I don’t want them to be able to come back and exact vengeance on me. Unfortunately, this particular time, it couldn’t be helped.

  I had been called in to kill him because he was selling military secrets to the Middle East. He was some fucking veteran who had been turned and was blowing shit up here in the states. I have a deep disrespect and hatred for American traitors and I went after him, determined and bloodthirsty.

  I finally tracked him down in a warehouse where he had been manufacturing bombs. Imagine the audacity he had to use what Uncle Sam taught him against his own country. The bastard is a traitor and, this time, I’m going to make sure I kill him.

  That first time, the son of a bitch set the bomb off and lived through it because he hadn’t set it up to full capacity yet. He got out with his life, but not without being horribly scarred for life. In the last picture I saw of him, he looked like a monster. No shit, the man is 250 pounds of pure muscle with the face of a devil due to the consequences of his fuck up.