Fatal Fugue (The Deadlier Sex Book 1)

by Maelani

  “Wow, nice place you guys got here. I have to admit, I didn't think Alejandro would be so forthcoming. I mean, this place is like a fortress. I honestly thought….” He turned around and held his arms up. Jasmine shut the door and held a gun pointed at his chest. Carmen was in the same position, with her machine gun ready and loaded.

  Shit.

  “Take your clothes off,” Jasmine demanded, motioning for him to hurry. “Don’t try anything funny. It just takes one bullet.”

  “Whoa, now. No need for that.” Jay began slipping his clothes off until he stood stark naked before the two fierce women. “What’s this about?”

  “Lie on the bed,” the doctor's voice demanded from behind, but he didn’t move until the iron cold tip of Carmen’s gun jabbed him in the rib.

  “All right, I’m going.” He walked slowly to the bed and laid down. The moment he laid back on the pillows, the women put their guns down, reached out and tied his wrists to the headboard.

  “What the…?” It would be a turn-on if they weren’t armed. Nonetheless, they did the same thing to his ankles before he could protest further. He flicked his eyes between the women, widening them when he found them both stripping down to their bare skins and giving him a pair of wicked smiles.

  Carmen reached over and slipped the bolt lock into place, checking the door and turning back to Jasmine, who closed the distance between them and kissed the guard hard on her mouth while giving Carmen’s breasts and nipples a squeeze. His cock rose in response, heating up as his excitement increased. These ladies were lovers, and they were giving him a torturous show. So not fair.

  Then Carmen pulled away from Jasmine, headed to one side of the bed and pulled out a blindfold from the bedside table.

  “Relax, gringo,” Jasmine’s voice whispered into his ear menacingly. “It will only hurt a little bit. Remember to breathe.”

  The world darkened as she tied the cloth around his head. It was snug enough he couldn’t see anything with it on. The darkness of the room and their silence ticked off his alarms.

  “What do you mean by ‘a little bit’?” The panic in his voice was unmistakable. He had to keep his cool, because if he didn’t, there would be no mercy.

  A second later, a ball gag was shoved into his mouth and secured. He gagged and tried to tongue it out to no avail. Then he felt it, a small metallic object sliding across his chest. Its frigid wake sent terror across his mind as he realized it was a slender knife. Maybe a scalpel? Then one of them took his cock into her mouth, sucking hard and wetting his manhood to keep it nice and firm, jerking him off at the same time.

  Holy shit. They were going to rape, or maim, or kill him. He wasn’t sure which one it would be, and the sheer thrill and horror of it all was downright hot in a sick and twisted way. He hoped it wouldn’t be either of the latter two as the women continued to have their way with him.

  He felt the frigid metal knife once more drag across his stomach and did his damnedest to keep his breathing under control.

  Oh, god, put the damn knife away….

  He couldn't see them, but he could feel them, and damn, could he feel them. Jay felt every sensation heightened as the two deadly, sexy women played their game. The light was still on in the room, but he could see nothing through his blindfold, which was a supple, soft leather. He was scared, naked and hard as a rock.

  The two women giggled at a spattering of words they spoke in Spanish. God, they sounded sexy as hell. Jay felt a hot, wet mouth descend on his cock again, slowly moving up and down. Then a warm vibration rang through him, and he realized the woman was humming with him still in her mouth. His hips started to rhythmically follow her movement, increasing the delicious pleasure rolling through him. He was breathing hard when the ball gag was roughly ripped off his face.

  He gasped.

  “What—” he started to say, then he was slapped in the face. Hard. Hard as shit, actually.

  “Don’t speak,” came Carmen's low, sultry, voice. He felt her moving around by his head and suddenly he could smell the sweetness of her sex right above him. She must be straddling my face, he thought, and his own sex throbbed at the thought.

  “You listen carefully, gringo. You’re going to go down. You’re going to do it good. And if you do it good enough, you might live to see the morning.”

  The woman sucking his cock stopped for a moment, with him deep inside her. The pleasure was painfully intense.

  “But if you don’t do good, gringo….”

  He heard and felt her shift over him and felt the cold steel of the knife cuddle up under his neck. Jesus, he thought, she’s pushing too hard! Jay couldn’t see it, but a line of blood had formed under the blade.

  “If you don’t do good, I will cut your pink throat.”

  Holy fuck. The woman between his legs gave a giggle and snaked a hand under him and pinched his butt. His hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting him deeper into her mouth. She moaned around him, and he could picture his cock filling that sexy Latina mouth, filling every bit of it. He wanted to fuck that mouth hard. He wanted to come in that mouth.

  Reading his mind, Carmen’s deadly voice drifted down to him.

  “Maybe, gringo, if you are good.” Carmen chuckled at herself and lowered down onto Jay’s mouth. He opened it wide, inviting her sex in. His lips closed around her vagina, and he sucked gently and slid his tongue into her. She was wet and sweet. God, she tasted like fucking candy, and soon he was ramming his tongue as far into her as he could, desperate for more of her sweetness. She rocked on top of his face, grinding against him. Every few seconds he retracted his tongue and pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking the tiny organ up and flicking his tongue over it, softly at first, then harder.

  She responded by grinding straight down onto him. With her clit still in his mouth and his tongue flicking up and down faster and faster, he started to moan, letting the sound waves vibrate her clit even more, like a sonic dildo. That did it. She cried out in Spanish something he didn't understand then jerked against him, hard. He felt a flush of heat and liquid in his mouth and down his cheeks.

  The whole time she bucked and fucked on him, the knife never left his the throat. He was panting, just like Carmen. She uttered several more very pleased moans in Spanish then rolled off him. She climbed on him facing the other way and stuck her fingers in his mouth, pulling it open and holding his jaw. Then she kissed his open mouth. Her mouth was very wet, and her tongue danced all over him. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. She kissed and licked him with a fervor that was anything but civilized. Her tongue was in his mouth, and he sucked on it, lapping up the sweet saliva. She bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, he suspected.

  “Ah,” he cried out, but it was more from pleasure than pain. Never had pain and fear been so damn sexy. The hot mouth that was on his cock lifted away from him, and his body strained upward, seeking it again. Jasmine, the ferociously hot doctor, spoke to Carmen in Spanish. “Buena lengua!”

  “Yes, he was a good boy.”

  Jasmine’s reply was to take his cock into her mouth once more, deeper than should have been possible. He throbbed inside her, bulging and spasming with excitement. She sucked as she moved, slowly torturing him. One of her hands was doing things down there he would never speak of again, but it was more erotic than he could have imagined. The other was under her mouth, and now she pumped her hand up and down along his shaft, her sopping wet mouth sucking the head of his dick.

  He didn't last long.

  After only ten seconds of this masterful fellatio, Jay cried out, “I fucking love Latin women!” Then he exploded, and the climax that blasted through his body was the most intense he’d ever felt. Arousal and frustration—and in truth, terror—had pushed him to the ultimate orgasm. Jasmine's mouth took him completely in as he came, and he felt her sucking on the hard flesh, draining every last bit from him.

  “Holy shit,” he gasped. Then Carmen ripped the blindfold from his head. He shied away from the bright light
but not the sight of her hot body. Then she straddled his chest, with her rear facing Jasmine.

  “I need another, lover,” Carmen said to Jasmine.

  Jay angled his head to see Jasmine climbing on top of him, kneeling behind Carmen with her legs parted. Then he heard the rip of Velcro and saw Jasmine attaching a leather harness with a large black dildo hooked to it. She grinned as he saw Jay watching.

  “You just watch and learn, señor,” she said sultrily. Then she entered Carmen with the huge strap-on, and Jay got to watch and feel as she fucked her on top of him.

  “Best night ever,” he mumbled as he watched the perfect, mocha breasts bouncing and swinging over his face. It only took a few minutes for his cock to start getting hard again. This night was far from over.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Hayley lay on her side on the king-size bed. She had slept, and slept well, unplagued by dreams or tremors of the nightmare she had been living. The bed was of a premium quality, offering her tired body support enough but with a tender pillow top that did not aggravate her many bruises and small abrasions.

  Sometime in the very early morning, a large, warm body lay down behind her. She did not stir until he put his arm over her, a large spoon in the darkness. She still did not startle but rose from slumber like a dolphin quietly surfacing from the ocean’s depths.

  “Do not worry, you are safe,” a smooth voice rolled over her.

  It was Alejandro’s voice. She was not concerned by his closeness, just as she had not been uncomfortable being nude in his presence earlier.

  “What are you doing here, Alejandro? If you came for sex, I’m too tired.”

  “I did not come for your body.”

  There was a long silence while Hayley listened to him breath. She smelled his cologne, a musky scent, mixed with fresh soap. It was pleasing, and she sighed happily, inhaling his presence.

  “I do not know why I came in here,” he finally admitted, and his arm started to lift from her shoulder. She held it in place, his smooth muscles tender beneath her grip.

  “Please stay. Just hold me.”

  Alejandro let out a long breath, one he had held for much longer than she could know.

  “Can I ask you something, Alejandro?”

  “Yes.”

  “Were we lovers?”

  Another silence, then his voice poured out over her again. “Mas. Mucho mas, mi amor.”

  “I—I don’t know Spanish,” she said quietly.

  “I know,” he whispered back. He said no more, nor did he leave. Hayley backed against him so that they were spooned tightly together. It felt comfortable, familiar. It felt right. His scent filled her with a longing she never knew, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. She fell asleep again quickly, and in the morning, he was gone.

  With dawn came soreness. Her body ached from the abuse of the last few days, not to mention that which she had endured and could not remember. There were voices in the house when she rose, and Hayley found a pair of clean jeans and a Western-style, button-up, short-sleeved blouse. Oh, thank god for clean clothes, she thought, and marveled that they fit her. There was also a pair of frilly panties and a utilitarian bra. It was perfect.

  After dressing, she emerged into his home and delighted in the smells of spicy chorizo sausage, peppers, onions and eggs cooking. Alejandro was there in the kitchen, working over a frying pan.

  “Buenos días, señora.”

  “Good morning, Alejandro.”

  Alejandro turned around, and in the morning light, Hayley saw he was far from fearsome or threatening. He only looked handsome, happy and whole. As she studied him, two children entered the room. Each hugged their father in greeting and laughed as he joked with them. She could see he was a man, a real man full of love, strength and power. His eyes crinkled at the sides when he hugged his children. They glanced over at her curiously before settling at the table with their already prepared food and drinks. They were beautiful, with smooth, fair skin but black obsidian hair and even darker eyes. Their father’s eyes.

  “Señora, this is Michael. He is nine.” Alejandro motioned to the boy.

  The young man smiled.

  “And this is Elaina. She is seven.”

  “Very pleased to meet you,” Elaina said, her English perfect but with a soft touch of her father’s accent. Hayley smiled widely at the two. These children were so beautiful, and in the dirty world she had inhabited, their beauty was almost too much for her.

  “And it is very good to meet you,” Hayley finally responded. Alejandro ushered the kids into the next room once they were done inhaling their breakfast. As Hayley watched, he filled two large tortillas with the remainder of the food and folded them. Then he wrapped paper around the tortillas and placed them in a small brown bag.

  “Your breakfast, for you and your… compadre.” He gave her an awkward smile, which she returned shyly.

  “I’m not eating with you?”

  “I’m afraid not. Danger is following you. You cannot stay here.”

  Hayley nodded but was disappointed. She had felt so close to him last night, and she wanted to feel like that again. Plus she wanted to question him about his cryptic Spanish message to her. But alas, as they say, it was not to be. Alejandro nodded for her to follow him, and he led her out into his large driveway.

  The swath of asphalt was so wide that there was a circular median in the center. It was filled with decorative stones, large flowering barrel cacti and several stands of prickly pear. She turned back and looked at the house in the morning light. It was truly beautiful. Large, yes, but it felt more like a home than a mansion. The soft pink stucco walls showcased a clay tile roof, and copper awnings opened over windows with arched tops. She marveled at the exquisite simplicity of this place, a home that was made with both excellent design, a lot of love and most of all, strong enough to withstand an attack. She couldn’t help but smile.

  Then her thoughts were interrupted by the growl of an open-topped jeep rolling up the drive and stopping in front of her. Jay gave her a boyish wave from the passenger seat. A dark-skinned, paramilitary-looking woman was driving, and she looked over at Hayley with what could only be described as… contempt? Jay climbed out and approached Hayley.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, holding out a hand to her. She took it and squeezed it lightly before letting go. Jay looked well. He looked damn good, if she should say so herself.

  “I’m fine. Did they take good care of you?”

  The dark-skinned woman walked up and stood next to them, staring at her hard enough with those hawk eyes that she could feel them on her skin. Hayley thought she saw a brief flick of Jay’s eyes toward the woman, followed by an almost imperceptible twitch of his mouth.

  This woman… Jay had fucked her, hadn’t he? She wasn’t sure if she felt jealously or relief at the revelation.

  “Oh, yes, they treated me very well. Once they got to know me.” Again, that faint almost-smirk.

  “Good,” Hayley said, smiling at him. He was certainly a handsome man, clean and in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a tight gray t-shirt. His beautifully sculpted body filled out his outfit in all the right ways. Still, he was lacking something, something she didn't quite know or understand—yet.

  “Señor,” Carmen said in a thick accent over Hayley's shoulder, “the jeep is gassed and outfitted as you requested.”

  “Gracias, Carmen,” Alejandro said. “Was our other guest well behaved last night?” he asked with his eyebrows slightly raised.

  “Sí, señor. We did not give him an opportunity to do otherwise. He was confined to his room.” Carmen’s voice, while admittedly sexy, was monotonic, emotionless, brisk.

  “Very good.” Alejandro turned toward Jay, giving him a knowing smile. “Mr. Jay,” he said, and extended a hand toward Jay. Jay took the hand and shook it firmly. “I trust you will take very good care of my friend, Hayley?” She saw the cords of muscles stand out on each of their arms in this societally accepted form of male dominance. />
  Fucking guys, she thought. Idiots. Jay’s mouth was a tight line, but Alejandro was smiling, undeterred.

  “The best care,” he responded with machismo.

  “Ah, good. That’s very good.” Alejandro broke off the handshake and gestured toward the house. “Mr. Jay, there is a case of bottled water on the counter, just there. Would you mind grabbing that? I don’t want you two to get dehydrated.”

  “Sure,” Jay said, clearly unhappy about being dismissed.

  As soon as he walked by, Alejandro reached out, turning Hayley to face him. “Remember what I said. Do not trust that man.” As he spoke, he handed a leather and steel package to Hayley. It was a gun, small and black, which he tucked into a leather holster with a clip on one side. Hayley shook her head at first, but Alejandro silenced her before she could speak.

  “It's a .38. It doesn't kick, and there’s no safety. Point and shoot, that’s it. It goes here,” he said and turned her around. He tucked the small gun and holster between her jeans and her lower back, where the stretchy piece of fabric in the back of the jeans was suddenly explained. The holster clip was all that was visible on the outside of her jeans and was easily covered by her shirt.

  “You planned this, with my clothes and everything?” she asked.

  She heard the door open behind them; Jay was coming back. Alejandro pulled her close and touched his forehead to hers in a gesture that was both confusing and comforting.

  “Señora,” he said, with real tenderness in his voice, “I truly hope that you do not remember who you were. Whatever happened to you, it was a blessing. Don’t look back.” He pulled away, leaving Hayley feeling confused and somehow empty.

  Nevertheless, she waved goodbye to Alejandro and his cadre of, well, whatever these people did for him, and climbed into the Jeep with Jay. Once they were in and the doors closed, Alejandro walked up and handed her a piece of paper through the open window.