Blood for Her

by Serenity Snow

  She’d stopped?

  There were women, and Darice hadn’t wanted to be tempted or make her doubt her. She shook her head, the impact of the kind of woman she had fully hitting her.

  Darice was truly special.

  Darice was late for dinner, but when she arrived, Justine only allowed her a sip of wine before she began demanding answers. Darice was amused by her questions and only answered a few of them before she changed the subject which had Justine redoubling her efforts.

  “Do you own this house?”

  “Yes, and Chloe will inherit ninety percent of what I own when I die unless you think I should get her to sign a pre-nup,” Darice drawled.

  “I don’t mind signing one, Darice,” Chloe said. “I’m not with you for what you have, considering I don’t know exactly what that is.”

  “You’ll know in time,” Darice told her. “I’ll set everything up right before we get married, including a trust, in case of financial issues down the line.”

  “You don’t have to do that,” Chloe said.

  “I know, but we’ll have children, and I’d want them taken care of,” Darice said and Chloe smiled.

  “Just two unless you want more,” Chloe said. “I don’t care if we never have a son, but if we don’t have a daughter in two tries, I’m definitely going for a third.”

  Darice chuckled. “Nothing against it. I’ll set up trusts for all of our children and their beautiful mother.”

  “You won’t think she’s beautiful when she’s carrying a hundred pounds of baby fat,” Justine said, and Chloe groaned.

  “Your sister will always be the loveliest woman in the world to me, Justine,” Darice said and winked at Chloe.

  Chloe smiled, holding Darice’s copper gaze, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The warmth in Darice’s eyes swept over her, swallowing her whole.

  “Enough about Darice and her money,” Chloe said turning her gaze on her sister. “Let’s talk about you.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  After dinner, Darice washed up before retiring to her office and leaving the sisters to gab. She turned on her computer and went over some digital shots she’d taken today to select the ones she thought the client would like best.

  They’d all be printed out for a look at the proof sheets in the morning. She would be editing a commercial tomorrow and was glad she had hired an assistant to help with that. The girl was very attractive, and very good at her job.

  Darice glanced at her phone to find it vibrating on her desk and snagged it. “Yeah?”

  “I’ve got the DNA from the baby,” Ace told her quietly.

  “Already?”

  “We have enough operatives to get a job done way faster than before,” she said with humor in her tone. “We processed in our own lab.”

  “And?”

  “And the chief’s the father of the baby,” Ace told her. “We managed to find a friend of the dead cop who was involved.”

  “Anything good come of the chat?” she asked curiously, but Darice didn’t need more. She was already planning her mode of dispatch.

  “He said the cop sent him an email the night he was killed saying he was worried his life was in danger. He confessed to picking the girl up that night for the chief of police.”

  “Was he involved in her murder?”

  “No. The chief did that himself after making the guys rape her.”

  “Son of a bitch. What do men get out of raping women?”

  “Humiliation, taking away their power,” Ace said. “You might not have been there as a kid, but some of our sisters have. Being victimized in any form is a way to take away someone’s power and self-esteem.”

  “I know, but it’s lame. Why not just kill her? I mean, it’s cleaner, no DNA left behind with a single shot or stab wound.”

  “Yeah, well. We know that. Some arrogant SOBs just get off being more of an asshole than they have to be,” Ace replied. “So, do you want the evidence?”

  “I trust you. I’m all set to take this guy out if that’s what she still wants.”

  “She’s going to try and get a DNA test compelled. If not, then it’s still on for tomorrow,” Ace told her. “The sheriff and mayor are off the list. I don’t see the satisfaction to be gained by taking them out, and she can’t pay for that level of clean-up.”

  “I don’t think they’d support anyone that depraved,” Darice said. “They do need the file on him though. Also, I think something needs to be done about the chief of detectives. He admitted to allowing the chief to rape the girl.”

  “I talked to the client, and she said her sister liked him. He betrayed her by having sex with her and then allowing the police chief to rape her while he watched,” Ace said. “She wants him exposed not dead.”

  “Collier mentioned a tape of the night the girl was raped. You might have some luck locating it.”

  “I’ll see what I can do, thanks.”

  “Yeah. Anything new on the crows?”

  There was a long silence and then, “After today, there are only four of them left. You and Cat took out most of the flock. The others are backing off. They don’t want any part of messing with you,” Ace remarked. “Cat said you throw electricity. For them, there’s no coming back from a direct high voltage hit.”

  “So, I just grazed those two.”

  “I have a team prepared to take them and find out who’s behind this or why they targeted your girl in the first place. Yes or no?”

  “Cattail said the woman isn’t going to let this go, but I think I know who’s behind it,” she said contemplating her options.

  Darice could let them capture the woman and question her and even kill her.

  Or she could go after the woman herself.

  “I’ve had Jo checking Marie out,” Ace replied. “You caused her some problems that led to a major loss of revenue in the last six months. She’s lost some credibility in that people know about the child laborers she employs.”

  “She’s had to clean it up some, I know.”

  “No. She didn’t just have to clean it up, Darice,” Ace said grimly. “She lost one of her factories and a major retailer stopped carrying her products. She also had a foundation for the development and growth of girls.”

  “Had?”

  Ace sighed. “She lost major credibility and then that guy Frankl’s molestation of four of those girls caused her to lose it. Some of her buddies are looking down their noses at her, but no one’s shunned her.”

  “No one will. She’s got her daddy’s name and legacy behind her,” Darice said. “But that’s cause in her mind to go after Chloe.”

  “Take what you love. That foundation was close to her heart by all accounts. The backlash over the child labor thing is what really started the ball rolling with people looking into what was going on there.”

  “Why would it?” Darice asked with a frown.

  “Some of those kids who worked for her were poster children for the foundation in other countries.”

  “Well, shit. That was her mistake.”

  “Yeah.” Ace chuckled. “She fucked with the wrong woman, didn’t she? So, you want me to catch the crow and see if she’ll talk?”

  “If you manage to get to her first, tell that bird if she talks and then walks away, she can live.”

  “Bad call, sis,” Ace said gravely. “She’s not going to walk away. You killed her mate.”

  “Then, she’ll be coming after me, and I’ll take care of her myself,” Darice told her. “I’ve got to go. I have a full day tomorrow.”

  She ended the call and sat back in her chair, deciding on the course of action she’d take in both scenarios. Final action was best when the present could come back to haunt the future.

  ****

  After her sister left, Chloe headed to her bedroom to change into a nightgown. She curled up on the chair in the reading nook, hoping Darice wouldn’t be all night. She worked way too hard and one day when she was a stay-at-home-mom, Chloe knew she’d appreci
ate that.

  However, she didn’t want their relationship to be reduced to once-a-week sexual interludes that had to be scheduled. Something spontaneous was called for even now, especially with all that was going on.

  She got up and changed again, wondering if Darice would get the message that she was in the mood for a little intimate bonding.

  An hour later, Chloe gave up hoping Darice would come to her, so she slipped into her office to find her leaning back in her chair, her eyes on the screen of her computer.

  “Going to bed?” Darice asked.

  “Maybe.”

  Darice looked up then, and her eyes slipped over her in the short pink gown. The matching thong might get more of a reaction, she thought with a frown.

  “I’m assuming your sister has left,” Darice said looking back at the screen and typing something.

  “A while ago.”

  “I’ve asked you not to disturb me when I’m working unless it’s an emergency, haven’t I?” Darice murmured.

  She sighed. “A few times. You work too much.”

  “To make that money your sister seems enamored of.” She hit another key. “Come here, Chloe, let’s have a little talk.” She opened the drawer of her desk and removed what appeared to be a dark pouch. “I want to make myself very clear tonight.”

  “Darice,” she protested. “I just wanted us to spend the rest of the evening together.”

  “We’ll be spending Saturday together remember?”

  Darice got to her feet and walked over to the loveseat across from her desk where Chloe still stood. The pouch in her hand was rolled neatly to be secured with a little tie.

  Wondering what it was, her gaze lingered on it as she worked through the possibilities.

  “You know I hate when you’re disobedient,” Darice said and took her arm and led her to the end of the loveseat. “Hands on the arm, Coe.”

  She did so, though she fumed. She’d given Darice her dominance when she took her back and found no real problems with it since she didn’t try to control her all the time. Darice had no interest in a walking doll, or so she’d said.

  Darice leaned in close to her. “You smell so good tonight,” she said softly. “Why didn’t you wait for me in the bedroom? I was almost done.”

  “I was tired of waiting,” Chloe said belligerently.

  A little chuckle escaped Darice. “Tired enough to pay the price I see.” She tossed the pouch on the couch and ran her hands down Chloe’s arms. “Let’s see … how to punish you. Five lashes on your perfect bare ass or let you eat me?”

  A heatwave rushed over her. “I’d rather eat you, Mistress,” she replied breathlessly, her mouth watering.

  “While that would give me great pleasure, I think you need a few lashes to remind you who’s in control.”

  Chloe shivered. The dark sensuality of Darice’s voice told her this wasn’t a real punishment session. Darice wasn’t upset with her. Maybe she understood why she’d broken the one rule Darice had about her office time.

  “So, I’m going to punish you and then let you please me, little girl.” Darice moved away from her and unrolled the pouch. She pulled a small paddle from it with raised silver studs that formed a heart.

  Chloe gasped, her blood going hot.

  Darice rolled the little gown up and rested it on Chloe’s back before smoothing her hand over her firm bottom. She squeezed one cheek and then slapped it lightly. “Brace your legs wider.”

  Chloe did as she was told and Darice smoothed her hand on her skin and tapped it again.

  Chloe’s breathing sped up, coming out in pants as anticipation washed over her.

  “I’m surprised we have to have this conversation at all, but I guess you had something particular on your mind?” Darice asked.

  “I wanted you,” she said.

  “Like this?” The paddle landed on her butt with a thwack, and the raised studs pressed into her flesh, intensifying the pleasure building inside her. Darice brought the paddle down again, the blow sending a kiss of pain coursing through her.

  The third tap hit with a thud and pain burst through her, making her wet. Chloe gasped, tightening her grip on the arm of the couch.

  “Mistress,” she cried.

  Darice smoothed her hand down her burning skin, hit her again and again, the paddle a searing brand of delight that rippled through her.

  “Oh, my God,” Chloe screamed.

  Darice hit her again and she got even wetter, her clit plumping. She shivered and Darice hit her one more time before discarding the paddle on the loveseat. Then Darice ran her finger down the curve of Chloe’s ass and lightly traced from along the wet slit to her clit.

  “I don’t think my punishment had the intended effect,” Darice said in a teasing tone, and then drew her finger around the tight bundle of nerves. She stroked her, the touch teasing.

  Chloe panted harshly, her body arching into the caress. Darice chuckled and slapped the side of her butt cheek.

  “Mistress,” she said in a pleading tone.

  Darice repeated the gesture, and Chloe moaned softly.

  “I want you,” Chloe said in a pleading tone.

  “I see some evidence of that,” Darice kissed the side of her neck as she glided her hand down the dripping slit. She pushed the tips of two fingers into Chloe’s slippery channel.

  “Mmm.” Chloe held her body still as Darice pushed her fingers deeper into her. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as pleasure rocked her.

  “Sit down, Coe, so I can taste you.”

  Chloe moved quickly onto the cushions and lifted her gown to puddle on her lap. Darice quickly undressed, removing her boots and then her pants before unbuttoning her shirt, the tie long gone.

  Chloe stared up at her, savoring the beauty of her lean brown body. Darice gave her a smile.

  “Remove my briefs, little girl.”

  She tugged the black boyshorts down, moving in closer to inhale the earthy scent of Darice. She ran her tongue up Darice’s slit, taking moisture into her mouth and hummed.

  Darice put one foot on the couch and pushed her fingers into Chloe’s long brown hair as she gazed into her chocolate eyes. “Taste me, baby.”

  Chloe used two fingers to open Darice before licking along the hard ridge of her clit and sucking it into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the erect flesh as she pushed two fingers inside Darice and fucked them in and out.

  Darice groaned roughly, her hold tightening. Chloe used her free hand to grip Darice’s ass, laved, teased, and stroked her body.

  “Fuck, Chloe,” she said tightly. “Not yet.” She pulled her head back and tugged the gown over Chloe’s head and tossed it aside. After that, Darice grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and knelt on it.

  Darice palmed one full breast and drew her tongue around one puckered nipple before lashing it with her tongue.

  Chloe moaned. Darice sucked hard, laved her tongue around the areola, and then drew back to slap the fleshy curve. Chloe made a soft noise, and Darice slapped her breast again before pinching the nipple.

  “Darice.” She moaned, arcs of pleasure shooting through her as the pain turned to pleasure.

  Darice licked the abused nipple before sucking it hard. She swiped her tongue over the taut peak, scraping it lightly with her teeth. She took another draw on Chloe’s tender flesh before turning her attention to its twin.

  Darice gave Chloe’s breast a slap. The pain a delicious bite followed by a pinch of the erect nipple.

  Chloe groaned, cupping the back of Darice’s head. At the same moment, Darice’s teeth closed over the tight bud, and Chloe jumped. Darice’s warm tongue laved over it before soft lips began kissing a trail down to her stomach while Darice’s deft hands tugged the thong down and Chloe lifted her hips to help.

  Once they were thrown aside, Darice gave her a smoldering look before her mouth went unerringly to the apex of her thighs while her hands caressed them.

  Darice pulled Chloe’s legs apart a
nd jerked Chloe to the edge of the couch. She glided her tongue down one waxed pussy lip and back up the other to nip at the delicate flesh.

  Using her fingers to open Chloe, Darice flicked her tongue up the slit, and Chloe’s hips bucked. Darice’s tongue played around her clit, and Chloe cried out as heat washed over her anew.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered. “Dari!”

  Darice gave her clit a light pinch before sucking it into her hot mouth.

  Chloe’s eyes drifted closed and she squirmed, breathing harshly as Darice’s sensual assault destroyed the little control she had left. “Oh, please,” she gasped. “Harder.”

  Darice pressed the flat of her tongue hard against the nubbin and pushed two fingers into Chloe’s dripping cunt. Chloe cried out as rapture crawled over her. She tried to thrust her hips up as Darice fucked her with sure strokes that set her blazing.

  “Darice, please, I need to come.” She begged. “Please!”

  Darice stood, withdrew her fingers, and got to her feet, pulling Chloe up with her. She kissed her greedily and lifted Chloe’s thigh with one hand, and Chloe ground her clit against Darice’s, but it wasn’t enough.

  “I need more, Dari.”

  Darice sat, and Chloe straddled her and moved until their clits came together. She rocked against Darice hard and fast, the nubbins grinding against each other in a quick dance that sent pleasure racing through her.

  Darice gripped her ass, holding her tight as Chloe’s breasts jiggled and hips moved erotically, taking them higher until she screamed, her climax an explosion that bowed her body.

  “Darice!”

  “Chloe,” Darice’s cry was a guttural sound as it meshed with Chloe’s and Chloe held onto her, breathing harsh, heart racing.

  This was the best punishment she’d ever had.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chloe was still enjoying the afterglow ten minutes later, snuggled on Darice’s lap with Darice stroking her back.

  “I’m sorry I disturbed your work.” Chloe kissed the side of Darice’s neck.

  “I can tell.” Darice chuckled.

  “I just love you so much and I don’t want us to become complacent.” Her fingers grazed Darice’s breast.