Chapter Six
Tamara straddled Grant and lowered herself onto his cock. He grinned up at her as they fucked but she didn’t smile back. She was tired today, and their lovemaking had seemed like too much bother. After a few minutes, Grant’s smile faded and he lifted her off of him.
“You know what, Taryn, don’t do me any favors. I paid you for sex and some punishment, but you looking bored when my cock is inside you? Not so much.”
“My name is Tamara,” she said suddenly. Yes, she was tired. Tired of the subterfuge with her name. This, this woman who fucked for money, who beat men – and women – for money, this was who she was.
Grant shrugged. “Should I care?”
This was why she liked him. He was as much a sociopath as she was. There would be no declarations of love between them but they both knew they had a connection. A complete disregard for the feeling of other people. Grant was submissive in this room, yes, but outside of it…Tamara shivered. She could tell her was ruthless, cold, only interested in the kill. He had alluded to such before. They had a grudging respect, each seeing the psychopath inside the other.
“No reason, at all,” she said now, smirking and seeing her smile, he bent to kiss her. It was a tender kiss, more one of ownership. Tamara didn’t mind – she was paid to give the impression she was his to command, even though she was paid to torture and fuck him. She wondered if she crossed him, whether he would kill her, and curious, she asked him now. Grant’s eyes became dark and lethal.
“Without hesitation.”
It turned her on so much, she told him to get undressed again and this time, she fucked him good. “Have you ever killed a woman before?”
Grant smiled icily, his cock hard and huge inside her, his fingers gripping her hips hard. “No, just men. I want my first female kill to be something…intimate. Slow. Merciless.”
Tamara felt herself get more excited as he talked. “But you have killed before.”
“Of course.”
Damn. She came quickly, and again as he reached his peak. They had stopped using condoms a while back, Tamara having had herself sterilized a few years ago. Why the fuck would she want a screaming brat? She felt his cum pumping deep into her belly and grinned.
“That’s more like it,” Grant said, sitting up as she slid off him. Tamara felt his cum dribbling down her leg but didn’t make any move to clean it off. “Who knew murder was the key to getting you hot?”
Tamara smiled silkily at him. “So, say I wanted to hire you to torment, stalk and kill someone? Another woman?”
“What woman?”
She shrugged, not ready to give away everything right now. The plan was only starting to form in her mind. “Just a woman. Young. Beautiful. How much?”
“It depends. You want her scared shitless before I off her? That’ll cost more. A quick bullet to the head? Twenty-five thousand dollars. A drawn-out campaign, and a painful, intimate stabbing? One hundred-thousand…and I get to screw her before I kill her. Maybe while I kill her.”
Tamara laughed. “You’re a twisted fuck, and that’s why I like you.”
He pulled her to him, kissing her, his hand between her legs. He slid three fingers inside her. His other hand bunch her blonde hair and he pulled her head back roughly before grinding his mouth down on hers. “You wouldn’t want to know how sick I can be, little girl.” He kissed her throat, then flicked his tongue across it in a slashing motion. “One day…I might come for you. Watch you bleed like the bitch you are.”
Tamara’s pulse quickened but she wasn’t scared. “Tell me that often, Grant, and I’ll make you come harder than you ever have before.”
He pinched her clit hard between his thumb and forefinger, making her squeak and come again, and Grant smiled triumphantly. “Same time, next week?”
“Of course.” She kissed him lightly. “Bring your weapons with you, we’ll have some fun.”
Grant smirked. “They checked them at the door.”
“I’ll get you in.”
“Sure.”
After Grant had left, Tamara still felt wildly horny. She clipped two nipple clamps to her breasts, enjoying the pain of them, and walked out into the bar, otherwise still completely naked and still with Grant’s cum on her thighs. She felt no embarrassment about her body – she knew it was spectacular, if a little on the thin side. She went to the bar and ordered a drink, and had downed it in one gulp when she saw him watching her. The first lover she’d found here. The dark man. Her heart began to pound as he stood. He too was completely naked, his cock erect, a chunky heavy silver ring around the base of it. She noticed the thick tattoos up and down his thickly muscled arms. He easily shook off his female hangers-on, who all glared at Tamara, who couldn’t have cared less. He strode up to her and shoved his hand between her legs.
“Go get in the shower,” he said, withdrawing his hand. “I don’t fuck while another man is still inside. Clean yourself up and meet me in Room Four.”
He grabbed the refilled shot glass and downed it. “Give me the bottle.”
“Yes, Mr. Black.” The bartender handed over a bottle of scotch and Black nodded. He glanced at Tamara a last time before stalking off. She watched his retreating figure. His shoulders were broad, his back muscles stood out – here was a man who worked out – hard. His ass was solid and shapely, his legs strong. Yeah, he would fuck her good.
Tamara did what she was told, standing under one of the hot showers that were laid out against the far wall. As she washed herself, she looked around at all the other couple fucking each other, or sucking each other, and smiled. If she could only live here…an idea began to form in her head…. but for now, all she wanted to concentrate on was the man waiting for her.
He grabbed her as soon as she came into the room and thrust her against the wall. Tamara’s breath quickened as he put his forearm across her throat, and pushed her legs apart. “Good.” His hand checked she was clean, then his cock, huge and pulsating thrust into her.
As he fucked her, he said not a word, but instead kept his gaze locked on her. Tamara felt herself drawn to those dark eyes, losing herself in him. She came quickly, and he ordered her onto the bed, taking her in the ass from behind, making her crouch on her hands and knees. He treated her like a mere hole, in the same way she treated Grant as just a cock to ride…and Tamara loved every second. As he fucked her long into the night, not letting her make any of the decisions, punishing her with the paddles and whips in the room if she dared to argue with him, she knew she was lost.
This was a man of power. This was a man who could break her. Grant – he would prove useful, and her father…he could go back to ignoring her. This man…
She would make him hers…
To be continued.