Dear Virgie,

Well, I did it. I’m about to bust you free from your cell. No more nursing home for you, missy. Maybe someday I will sit down and tell you the long story of how I got the money and assistance to make that happen, but for now, the important thing is you will be free to return home soon. In fact, I am overnighting this letter to you, because it is the LAST letter you will get from me in that damn facility.

And before you try to refuse my money and help, I want you to know that I had to do this. I had to save you… or at least that is what I thought I was doing going into this. The truth of the matter is I needed to save myself. I needed to break free from the gray haze that I lived in, and believe me when I tell you that I did. I really, really did.

I found the color I was in need of. I found the bite from the elusive rattlesnake that I had craved my entire life. I finally found what I needed.

A lot is about to change for me in the next few months. I have no idea what is in store, but I’m excited to see. I told Marie St. Claire that I will be moving out, and said goodbye to Marlowe, Ivy and the other girls I became friends with since being in New Orleans. I still plan on staying in touch, but a new chapter is about to start for me. I will no longer be working at Spiked Roses, and am moving into a new place that I have yet to see. I’ve decided that I want to go down the path which has Kenneth Saxon standing at the end. I have no idea how bumpy or smooth this path will be, but I want to go down it regardless.

I want you to meet this man, Virgie. I’m not sure you will like him. Hell, you may even hate him. He can be a real bastard sometimes. A bastard who likes his whiskey. But I think you will also grow to see what I have. There is something so much more beneath his surface. I just need to keep kicking at the sagebrush until I see for myself what that is.

Until I see you soon…

Love,

~Anita

P.S. I’ve decided you can have all the popcorn and Coke you want.

* * *

“So you read over the contract, and you agree with everything?” I asked her.

I wanted to make damn sure she knew what she was getting herself into. I wasn’t taking this contract lightly. When I signed on the dotted line, I expected it followed through to the tiniest detail.

Anita nodded. “Yes, I read it.” She looked at me with squinted eyes. “But did you read the contract and agree with everything?”

I nodded. “Yes. I typed it up myself this morning.”

“Even the part that states both parties will honor each other, respect each other, forsake all others, and love each other?”

“Yes,” I stated firmly. “Do you have a problem with that line item?” I enjoyed speaking in my lawyer voice. I could see it was throwing her off a bit. And even though I had decided this morning that I wanted Anita Kyle in more ways than just a contracted deal for a short time, I still enjoyed the cat and mouse game. It was in my nature. I couldn’t help but toy with her a bit before I took my prey.

“Um, no problem.” She swallowed hard. “It just sounds like a marriage agreement more than a sex contract is all.”

“Is that going to be a problem? Is there something you would like to negotiate?”

“No, I just… well, I do have a question.” She looked down at the contract and read, “A nonprofit will be set up and funded by Mr. Saxon for Ms. Kyle to oversee. The purpose of the nonprofit will be to assist the elderly who are in need of housing, medical or other necessary needs.” Anita looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “Are you serious?”

I nodded and walked around my desk to take Anita into my arms. I kissed her gently on the forehead, and said, “I like my kept women to have something to keep themselves busy. And since you won’t be working at Spiked Roses, I thought this would be something you’d like to do. To add color to your life as you said you wanted.”

She buried her face into my shoulder without warning, which was an act I had never allowed a woman to do before. I didn’t nurture women… but right now, as I rubbed Anita’s back and held her in my arms, I realized my old rules were struck from the record. I was rewriting my own contract.

“I don’t know what to say,” Anita mumbled against me. “I’ve never had someone do something so kind and so generous.”

“So are you prepared to sign the contract?”

Anita didn’t answer me.

I needed an answer.

I wanted her to say yes more than anything I have ever wanted before.

I would not fail at my mission. Not today.

Failure was not an option.

Pulling away, leaning my head down, my lips lightly touched hers. Breaking our embrace, my face mere inches from hers, our foreheads rested against each other, my stare joined with hers. I watched as the tears continued to fall down her cheeks, and my heart, once made of hard steel, crumbled.

Tenderly, I licked the salty tears away from her cheek, enjoying the taste of her skin beneath.

“I want you to sign the contract,” I all but growled. “I want to make you mine. I want to live the rest of my life giving you pleasure, protecting you, and loving you.”

Anita bit her lip. “Kenneth…” she struggled through her tears.

“Tell me you feel the same. Say the words.”

“You are asking for a lot here.”

“I’m asking for you.”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure we can do what this contract calls for. It’s calling for commitment. Dedication. Love. You aren’t asking for sex in this contract like I expected. You are asking for everything else.”

I kissed her lightly again, my lips savoring the taste of hers. “Tell me, we can keep love in the contract,” I nearly begged her. “Tell me you could see that happening. Tell me.” Vulnerability didn’t come lightly, but I wasn’t going to contain it any longer. Not if I had a chance of getting what I needed. Getting her.

“I could love you.” The words were barely more than a whisper, but she still surrendered to my request.

Holding her stare, I studied Anita, searching for any sign of a lie. “Tell me again. Say it again.”

Anita shook her head. “Don’t do this, Kenneth. Please. Those aren’t easy words to say or words I take lightly.”

I kissed her again, demanding her submission. Demanding she open her heart to me. I was all in, and I needed to know she was as well.

Anita tried to withstand my affections, her hands on my shoulders trying to push me away from her. I didn’t weaken, and soon Anita was returning my kiss with an unleashed passion. A passion that I recognized, that I had longed for, and that I never wanted to lose again.

“But I hate you, remember?” she said with a soft smile. I was breaking through her wall. “How can I love someone I hate?” Her smile grew. “I hate you.”

“I know you do. But I love the hate.” I pulled away to look her squarely in the eyes. “And I fucking love you.”

Leaning into her, my lips lightly caressing her own, I tasted her sweetness. Pulling away briefly, I studied her, marveling at her beauty… that was until she slapped me clean across the face—playfully this time—and went to wiggle from my arms with a giggle.

I reached out to her, my hand holding hers, stopping her retreat. Pulling her back to me, I embraced her passionately, my lips consuming hers, begging for more than just a simple taste of her on my lips.

“Naughty little girl,” I chastised as I swatted her bottom hard.

Not waiting, not asking, not taking another second, I stripped her bare. She didn’t resist in any way, but instead followed suit until we were both completely naked in my office, desperate for more.

My unquenchable desire for her as willing opponent rather than my captive, had me lowering us down to the lush carpet of my office and kneeling into her, my lips lightly kissing her stomach, my tongue tasting her creamy skin just above the patch of soft dark curls at the apex of her thighs. I was hypnotized by the mere presence of this woman. Her flesh against mine, burning for whatever pleasure I wanted to give her again.

My caressing lips lowering, my hands shifted to cup Anita’s curvaceous bottom, lifting her upwards to me. I wanted to taste this woman again, had wanted to taste her over and over from the moment I had first indulged in her sweet taste, and I knew nothing would stop me now from what I desired most.

Lowering my mouth to meet her raised hips, I carefully ran my tongue through her soft curls, wet from her arousal. The taste of her delicious pussy igniting my raging desires to a new level. I wanted to take her hungrily again as my balls filled up with deep seated need again.

Hearing her impassioned gasp as I lapped at her, I feared I wouldn’t be able to hold onto my control long enough to give Anita all that I wanted to deliver. The mere thought of her experiencing pleasure and allowing me to drink from her filled me with rapture and desires that were already bordering on the loss of sanity.

Tasting her sweet pussy, erotically coating my tongue, I knew I wanted more than just this. I wanted to taste all of her. My tongue still caressing her swollen clit, I carefully slid a single finger into her tight bottom hole. Instantly, I felt a shudder go through her, and she tried to pull away, but my hand still cupping her rear wouldn’t let her.

“Don’t move,” I demanded. “I want you to… I want to taste this tiny little hole.”

As if triggered by my command, Anita’s hands went to my head, her fingers gripping at my hair firmly as another gasp of passion escaped her. Her hips began jutting slightly against my mouth as if searching for something more than I was giving her. I pushed my single digit inside her anus further, filling her as deep as I could, my tongue still busily sucking and licking her clit, wanting to milk her passion from her, to give her a pleasure I was certain no other man had.

When I moved my tongue to her puckered entrance and circled the taut flesh after sliding my finger free, Anita jutted her hips against my tongue, silently begging for more. Her motions got more erratic as her legs quivered, and when I pushed my tongue into the dark passage where my finger had just been, her gasps turned to moans of pleasure. My heart lifted—another barrier breached. Bringing my hand into play, I stroked her clit until she orgasmed, bucking against my hand, her muscles clamping down on my buried tongue.

Her hips relaxed back down against the carpet, her legs spread wide, I gently removed my tongue from her anus, moving to lap at her sweet juices. Reluctantly leaving her throbbing slit, I slid my body against hers and hungrily kissed her, letting her taste herself on my still wet lips.

I looked up at her satiated face. I could smell her desire and could almost feel it pulsing through her. Her pert little breasts, heaving up and down as Anita tried to regain her breathing after her release, just begged to be touched. My fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples, as my tongue softly touched her folds.

I couldn’t get enough of this woman. The taste of her sexual desire was like a goddamn drug, and I was a junkie shaking in need for the fix. Her legs spread eagerly, and I smiled. Shifting my position, I spread her legs even wider, both knees pushed back against her breasts. She started to complain but my fingers dipped down into her folds, thrusting and twisting inside her.

With a cry, she gave herself over to the passion building between us. Grabbing our bunched up clothing, I pressed the bundle beneath her bottom, lifting her higher into my sight. My hands held her legs back, spread apart, her slit wide open and vulnerable.

I brought my face close to her needy pussy again, inhaling her—savoring what was mine. I settled more onto my chest as I prepared to feast upon her some more. A soft growl bubbled to my lips as my tongue dipped deep inside her, twirled around and came out. I sucked her essence then dipped in for more. This time when I pulled out, I ran my tongue across her nub, lying hidden in her folds. I then slipped my tongue back inside her again, pulled out, and drifted lazily down to the tiny opening to her bottom.

I felt her breath stop as my tongue wet the tiny opening, rimming it gently. Then I slid back up to dip in her again for another taste. I pulled out and flicked her clit, before sliding back to tap playfully at her bottom. Again and again, I seemed to take a tour of her privates—always coming back to nudge and toy and kiss and lick the tiny puckered hole. Gradually, all the ministrations merged into one long loving wet lick after another. Plunging my tongue into her pussy, drinking her arousal, I moaned deeply. Sliding across her taint back to her bottom, my tongue stiffened and penetrated her there.

Her body jerked for an instant as she hummed with pleasure. Pulling out, my tongue made another excursion up and down her slit, dipping into her pussy then sliding back to dip into her bottom again.

At last, as my tongue made another turn to penetrate her bottom. I felt her hips lift to meet me. She had accepted it. She wanted more. I pressed my finger past her wet folds, moved back, and drilled deep into her pussy as I licked her clit while lifting my head so I could see her. I looked at her—head thrown back, mouth open, panting beneath me. When her eyes opened, she reached out to me with both hands and caught my face in her warm palms, caressing me, moving her hands to the thick of my hair. Fingers tightening on my scalp, she pulled me forward and I knew what she wanted. Carefully, I slid my tongue into her mouth. Her lips closed on me, and she sucked on my tongue powerfully. My dirty girl wanted to taste her arousal. She wanted to taste what I had become so addicted to. Now she would have a taste of the drug that consumed me. A stab of hunger, raw and primal, pulsed deep within as my cock hardened to a nearly painful level, the cum beginning to churn within me. Because of her, I could fucking come without even being touched. It was the power this woman had over me.

With her eyes watching me, avidly, I transferred the cream of her pussy to the opening of her bottom with my finger. I watched her face as I slowly finger fucked her with the wetness of her completion. Her hands cupped her own breasts, fingers tugging and twisting her nipples as I worked my finger deeper inside her. My tongue tickled her clit then swept down as my finger slid into her bottom again and again.

Her hips lifted to my rhythm. Soft moans escaped from her lips. Moaning, as her hips lifted to meet my touch, a second finger slid into her tight bottom.

Not being able to take it any longer, I slid my cock slowly, deeply, into her hungry pussy. My fingers up her ass never slowed as I moved my penis to a different rhythm.

* * *

The double penetration sent me crashing into a huge shuddering orgasm. Crying out, my body bucked beneath him. The pleasure wiped out all reason, and I wasn’t even human for an instant in time—pure animalistic need took over. I gave all control of my body to this man. And he didn’t fail me. His mouth found mine just as my orgasm rolled back over itself and intensified.

His cock inside me stretched me in new ways, igniting nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. There had been a tiny sting of pain at first, then Kenneth slid all the way in as though it had always belonged there. Just as the climax began to fade, he moved, thrusting gently, then pulled out all the way and pushed back in with more force.

I shouted in ecstasy as delight electrified my entire body. It couldn’t get any better. It wasn’t possible. I couldn’t feel anymore pleasure than I felt at that moment. Yet, I knew I would. Kenneth… the man had the ability to take me to levels I hadn’t known possible.

He was a kinky bastard, and I loved it. I loved every dirty detail of it.

He shifted his body, sliding his other hand under my bottom, lifting me. I was limp, but watched him as he positioned me. With my last strength, I spread my legs as he lowered me onto the wide flanged head, plunging back into the depths of my ass, followed by his fingers deep within my pussy. Claiming my ass with his cock and my pussy with his hand. Slowly, I felt him fill me, in front and behind. The firm, hot cock pushed inside my tight channel, spreading the walls, stretching me delightfully. In and out, his cock thrust into my ass, full length, stretching my tiny hole sweetly. The combined sensations had me moaning continuously as the bliss enveloped me, the coil of delicious tension building in my body.

I watched as the emotions of complete satisfaction danced across his face. I knew he was close to orgasm, and the tight wet warmth of my pussy clenched around his fingers as I tightened my muscles around his dick. I heard his breathy groans as the orgasm swept over him, his skin flushed from head to toe, his head snapped back as he howled into the sex-infused air of the room. My pussy walls clamped around his steadily thrusting fingers, the rippling action of another orgasm hitting me, causing my inner muscles of my taboo opening to milk the cum out of his balls.

Leaning in, he rubbed his lips against my cheek as I leaned into his touch.

I could never get enough of this man.

Never.

I wanted him. I wanted this life of bastards and whiskey.

“Will you sign the contract?” he asked, breaking me from my sex-induced high.

“Yes.” I pulled his weight against me as I nuzzled into his neck. “But I still hate you,” I whispered between heavy breaths.

“Good. Because I fucking love the way you hate.”