Fluff

by Kailee Reese Samuels

  “You fucking played me…”

  “I have an ax to grind with that boyfriend of yours. This was never about you. I want to kill him now that you have brought him out amongst the living. You see, sweet Amber, he put a hit on me fifteen years ago and ruined my life. Cyclone Blonde quit the porn industry and quickly became the invisible Dale Archer. And I could never find him,” he paces closer, cackling and smiling maniacally. “Until your little book signing. Oh joy, what fun that was!”

  “Motherfucker.”

  “You should have stayed away from him. This never would have happened because I never would have known where he was. You brought him out because all you addicts are the same. Eventually, sooner or later, you crave a fix and you will do any-fucking-thing to have it.”

  “Amber get down,” Sal shouts from behind me.

  “He’s got Mae!” I scream, falling to the floor.

  Everything moves in slow motion as the guns go off. Sal fires off a round of bullets that go whizzing past my head. Scuz returns with double, but he’s hit, bleeding all over Mae. He runs into the tool room, disappearing from sight.

  “I got him,” Archer yells at me. “Go get the Kid up.”

  I turn around only to see Sal down on the ground. “Oh fuck!” I scream, darting over to him. “Where are you hit?”

  “Just a graze, it’s not a big deal,” he says with a grin.

  “Fuck you, Nero. Don’t scare me like this. Your goddamned leg is bleeding!”

  “I will be fine. I’ve been hit worse than this before.”

  Despite the smile, Sal grimaces as he tries to move. I yank my sweater and tank top off. I briskly tie the tank around his leg and prop his head with the sweater. “Be good,” I say, rising up and stripping off the vest. “Stay here.”

  “Where the fuck are you going with my gun?”

  “To kill that fucking bastard once and for all.”

  “Dammit Amber, NO!”

  I don’t listen to Sal. He is not my Dominant anymore. Running through the tool shed, I follow the trail of blood to the basement. I pass the old boilers and rails. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the white bundle tucked inside of an old wooden container.

  I ponder leaving her for safety sake, but I can’t. Picking up Dale Archer’s baby, I am met with an unexpected wave of emotion. I could be this child’s mother.

  Logic tells me I should head back to Raniero and wait for D to save the day, but I am never logical. Tucking her close to my left side, I tiptoe quietly through the basement. I know it’s not my best decision, but if there is no Dale Archer, there will never be freedom for me.

  In a hallway, I hear them fighting. They’ve got each other at gun point as the yelling intensifies. Carefully, I meander through the labyrinth of enclosures behind the main hallway—electric rooms, plumbing rooms—the place is a jungle as I listen to the rage between the two men.

  Scuz declares, “You put a fucking hit on me!”

  “You are never going to get out of this alive,” Dale laughs.

  “None of this would have ever happened if that little bitch of yours would have let me have at her….”

  Dale asks angrily, “What the fuck did you do with Pock?”

  “He’s somewhere you will never find him,” Scuz taunts.

  Dale cackles as he seems to be getting closer. “Without Pock here, you do realize the next in command is going to be his daughter, right?”

  “They would never!”

  “You wanna make a fuckin bet on that old man?” Dale baits, “Raniero and me can be awful persuasive”

  “Raniero is dead, just like Jimbo and Oliver. Evie will be soon. And your momma, too.”

  “Fuck! You!” I say, firing off two shots and watching him fall over the railing to the lower level. Stepping closer, I look at the stunned expression on Dale’s face before peering over the edge at Scuz.

  “You don’t ever insult someone’s momma,” I snarl, spitting on him. “And that was for what you did to us—my family, Evie and me. You motherfucking bastard!” I cry out, breaking down and feeling the tears fall over my cheeks.

  Dale rushes to my side, taking his baby girl from my arms. “Well, well, well Amber Leigh…”

  “That’s Amber Leigh Archer to you, Sir,” I sniffle, letting the emotions flow. “He ruined our lives. Everything was his fault. He kept my mom drugged, raped Evie, tried to hurt me—everything in my world was that man’s fault.”

  “I know honey,” Dale comforts, taking me into his arms. “I know. But that man is also what ultimately brought you to me.”

  “I love you so much,” I whisper, uncertain about my new emotions.

  Dale smiles and caresses my hair. “I love you, babygirls.”

  “If we can calm down the lovefest in here for a sec, you should know I got Rach and Aimee working on the loc of Pock,” Raniero gloats from the hallway.

  “What the fuck?” Archer hands Mae to me as he goes to help Sal.

  “Don’t ask man, just don’t ask,” Sal snarls with a pleasant pained expression.

  “We need to get you to a hospital,” I assess, logically for the first time ever. “And we should call some sort of clean up crew for that,” I point out, nodding towards Scuz’s dead body.

  “I already did,” Sal adds with a goofy smile. “And then I shot myself.”

  “Yeah, you shot yourself alright,” Dale retorts, picking Sal up in his arms. “You coming, Amber?”

  Holding Mae close to my body, I assure, “I cannot imagine doing anything else.”

  * * * *

  Waiting in the bedroom of the beautiful manor, I understood now what I hadn’t before. I loved the pain more than the pleasure. I was fucked up, twisted, and beyond repair. I gazed out the window at the vines creeping through the trees, I found a safe place in Cy, a place I had longed to stay.

  The bedroom was exquisite with a four poster bed and shelves full of books. Fresh flowers adorned the dresser and the attached bathroom served just as splendid.

  “Hello,” Dom said, entering the room.

  He no longer appeared like a motorcycle outlaw. In a white dress shirt and slacks, he cleaned up nicely.

  “Hi,” I muttered, touching the white gown he left for me.

  “Did you enjoy the bath?”

  “I did, thank you,” I said, nodding. “Why did you bring me here Dom?”

  Sitting in the lounge chair, he assessed the situation, perching his hand beneath his chin. His scrutinizing eyes glazed over me without passing any judgments. “You were being used like a doll for their uses. Your holes were serving their needs. But yours weren’t being met, were they?”

  I meekly replied,“No, Sir.”

  “Normal sex doesn’t do it for you. You were emotionless on that table, nothing more than a vehicle for their satisfaction,” he alleged. “You shut down and they couldn’t hurt you, but I would like to.”

  “How old are you? Whose house is this?”

  “So many questions!” He smiled with a brief laugh. “Twenty-nine. This is my family’s house. I live here full time, unless I am on the road with Delirium.”

  Biting my lip, I asked the next obvious question. “What do you do?”

  “Whatever the fuck I want,” he sneered, “I’d like to be doing you.”

  “You can give me what I need?” I asked as my mind ran through the variables.

  “My name is more than just what my parents gave me at birth,” he replied.

  “Can we try?”

  “We can, but you have to accept my terms, my conditions,” Dom informed. “It will not fair well for you if you do not complete the scene, so once you are in…”

  “I am in,” I interrupted, “I get it. You need to show me the full spectrum of how you take someone through hell and path back to heaven.”

  “You’re a smart one,” Dom complemented, stroking his scruff. “And that is why I killed them.”

  “Because I am smart?” I laughed.

  “Yes,” he acknowledged, l
ifting his eyebrows. “You deserved more than a simple fuck, don’t you think?”

  “Probably,” I guessed, “May I make one request Dom?”

  “Right now, you can do whatever you like.”

  Walking closer, I looked Dom in the eye as I spoke, “No kissing, blatant intimacy, or cuddling. You use me; I use you.”

  His lips pursed up in a mock kiss that led to a grin. “I am glad I didn’t kiss you at The Bunker…”

  “Did you want to?” I asked.

  “Would it matter?”

  “Maybe,” I shrugged.

  “Yes,” he said with complete seriousness. “I wanted to kiss you slow at first until you warmed under my touch, and then I would need to bite you, making your toes curl as I drew up just a hint of blood.”

  The drool dripped out of the sides of my mouth as I realized I had it gaping open. “If you are going to kiss me like that, I am ok with kissing.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of kissing you any other way,” Dom confessed with a smirk. “Anything else you won’t do?”

  “I don’t really know.”

  His expression opened up, eager and prepared to take me on his journey. “Tell me when you are ready.”

  Taking a deep breath, I walked away and tossed a glance over my shoulder. He was a beautiful man, and I would be a fool to not do this. Cy and I were destined to end. I spent five days in a room, and he never showed up. I wasn’t a girl worth rescuing.

  The gorgeous hunk on the chair tilted his head and smirked. I had food in my belly, clean clothes on my body, and a roof over my head. If I played this right, we could each use our abilities for mutual benefit. He would have a willing recipient for his Dominant skills, and I would have his pain.

  “Let’s do this…”

  His lip curled up in a half-smirk. “You don’t have to tell me twice, Mae.”

  “The name is Amber,” I corrected. “Which do you prefer?”

  “Either or… I like Mae. It sounds dangerous, Lady Mae. And you can call me Dom,” he energized with a wink. “Save the Sirs for when they really count.”

  “Yes, Dom.”

  “Quick learner. I like that. Take your dress off, Mae.”

  Pulling the gown over my head, I dropped it off to the side and shook my long, spiral blonde curls. I flipped my hair back over my shoulders and stood up straight, ready to take on whatever he brought to the table.

  Dom sat without reaction to the sight of my naked body. “What is your favorite position?”

  “Anything which puts you in a position of power,” I said, smiling.

  “Answer the question.”

  With the perfect pucker on my pouty lips, I seduced with my words, “On all fours, so my ass is available.”

  “Good girl, Mae. Can I talk dirty to you?”

  “Yes, Dom.”

  “How dirty?”

  Feeling the blush rise up on my cheeks, I knew the interview was about to turn decidedly darker. “If you’re asking if you can degrade and humiliate, I have no problems.”

  “Good,” he said with a nod. “Crawl your sweet slut ass over here and suck my cock, whore.”

  “Yes, Sir—Dom.”

  “Oh…” he surmised, “There we go. I love to make a bitch twitch her words. It means we are getting somewhere.”

  Lowering to all fours, I crawled my way over to him. I undid his belt and zipper, removing his flaccid cock. I blinked at him in disbelief.

  “Control.” He smiled. “Is your pussy soaked?”

  “No,” I answered.

  “Then why should I have an erection?”

  “Point taken,” I conceded. His hand stopped me before I could begin. “Will sucking my cock get you wet?”

  “Probably not.”

  “Oh, Lady Mae, you are a challenge for sure.”

  “Thank you?” I questioned.

  “No, thank you. The same routine gets boring quickly. I am just glad your comfortable enough with your slutty self to discuss your whorish preferences.”

  “What are your whorish preferences?” I flipped the tables and when I did, I didn’t need any other answer. The only one necessary came up clearly near my hand.

  “You are a fucking dirty ass girl.”

  “You have no idea how pathetically dirty I can be Dom.”

  “If I asked you to piss on me?”

  “Give me something more challenging.”

  “If I took you to a bar and let five guys finger you while I watched?”

  “If you would have been giving me those sultry eyes of yours while I was getting raped by four guys, I actually might have come.”

  “You are fucking twisted,” he declared, standing up quick and grabbing my arm.

  “So are you,” I whispered as he pushed me face down on the bed.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, Dom. Fuck me like I am your last lay.”

  His hands spread my legs with a firm push into the bed. The message given was clear—stay put. I heard the rustle of clothes and felt the splattering of lube from my clit to my ass. “I don’t believe in dry.”

  “I appreciate it,” I gasped as he thrust in hard, banging deep inside of my body. I swear I felt him in my throat in that moment.

  “Have you ever been to Chicago, Mae?”

  “No, Dom.”

  “Would you like to be my new fake girlfriend?”

  I laughed as he fucked me open through the warm-up.“What does that mean?”

  “We fuck. We travel. And you pretend to be all about me, completely smitten and in love.”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer. I wished I could see his expression to know how serious he was, but as I felt his open palm impact my ass, I knew. “Yes, I will be your fake girlfriend. May I ask why you don’t want a real one?”

  His finger dove into my asshole without warning as I noticed he kept his slacks on. Thankfully, his finger was not as hard or deep as his dick. “Does that answer that question?”

  “You are too kinky. Too far gone. Afraid you will fall in love and cannot satiate the need. You will end up cheating, getting hurt, and experiencing a devastating, life-altering change for which you do not want.”

  “I said you were smart, but damn…” he said, pumping into me good and pulling out without a care. “That was good.”

  “Up, slut,” he said, offering me a hand.

  Dom was a juxtaposition of a Dominant if I ever met one. He would call me all kinds of dirty names, and then be a true gentleman. I hated to compare, but I rather liked Cy’s rougher edges. Dom was too clean and polished, but it didn’t change the rush he gave me at all. Just when I would become accustomed to the one thing, he would shift and we would play a new game.

  The truly interesting part about Dom was that he wasn’t purely sexual. He enjoyed the mind fuck almost more than the real fuck. In a strange twist, I learned that he could hurt me good with nothing but words.

  Opening the grand windows on the second story, he looped a long sash around my waist. “Trust me. And don’t turn around.” Leaving my side, I could hear his movements behind me. “Don’t turn around, move forward.”

  “You want me to go out on the ledge?”

  “Yes, Mae,” he said, “That is exactly what I want.”

  Trusting Dom and the sash, I held onto his hand and lifted one foot outside. I could see forever.

  “Amber?” I heard Cy’s voice behind me.

  “Don’t move, Mae.”

  I stuttered, “I won’t Dom.”

  “You have five minutes as I promised you. No more.”

  “I am so sorry I couldn’t find you sooner.”

  “It’s alright… I understand you have obligations that don’t involve me.”

  “I shut down the studio and went to see Evie.”

  I scoffed with a tinge of jealousy as I have tried to get in to see her for years. My anger flared as I sassed, “That’s funny, I would have imagined you were with your wife.”

  “What wife?”

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p; “Virginia Archer.”

  “Why in the hell would I be with my mother?”

  “What?” I said, spinning violently around and losing my balance. Rocking on the edge, I felt Dom’s gentle tug on the sash.

  “I only wanted you,” he murmured. “But it’s time to end this.”

  If I could’ve found my heart, I would’ve cried a million tears. I knew the reaction I was supposed to have, but I couldn’t reach it. I couldn’t let the emotion form coherent thoughts to send out of my lips no matter how hard I tried.

  The man who loved me like I had never known cleared his throat and looked at me with a disdainful gaze. “I am selling my studio. And disappearing for a while, I’d like you to stay with Dom before I push you too far.”

  “I was out on a goddamned window ledge for heaven’s sake,” I argued. “How the hell do you know Dom?”

  “And I am too dangerous for you to be around right now,” he stated without a care and walked off, leaving me with this strange, new Dominant.

  Chasing after Cy, I latched onto his arm, springing in front of him.

  He shrugged me off. “Amber, I said you need to stay with Dom. Do you not hear me? I am not safe for you to be with right now. Get the fuck out of my face and do what I damn told you to! Stay with Dom. Now go!”

  Unable to breathe or move, I tried to come to a place where this wasn’t really happening—but Cy was leaving me. We were over. Everything shared over the last few weeks flashed through my mind in a macabre slideshow. To keep from slumping to the ground, I counted my footsteps back to Dom. “I don’t want to go, but I will. I will because you said to. I won’t argue and I won’t fight, but one day Cy, you are going to live to regret this.”

  Facing the door, I looked to my left and noticed Dom facing the window. His sexy angles enticed with alluring seduction that would prove so worth it.

  “If you don’t want to stay…”

  Reaching out, I touched his fingertips, “I would like to stay if you will have me, but please don’t ever send me out on the ledge again.”

  “I won’t,” he assured. “That was his idea.” He turned toward me and smiled. “Would you like to fuck now?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He nodded approvingly as he pivoted for the bed. “Come take my pants off.”