For My Master (5 page)

Reina’s boots clattered on the concrete floor as she went to
the shelving and picked up a long, coiled whip.

Ross’ belly clenched. He glanced at his host.
El
Silencio’
s eyes were slitted as he gazed at the scene. “She is just a
slave,” the old man said. “Why not give her to Reina, to seal the deal?”

Ross moistened his lips. “What deal?” he asked. “We haven’t
made a deal yet.”

“And we won’t unless you give us your slave. My daughter and
I will break her, and this slave wants breaking. She will serve us well for…for
as long as she lasts.”

When pigs fly out of my ass
, Ross thought. “She bears
my mark, my initials. I will get you another girl, equally beautiful and
unmarked. She would be completely yours.”

“Hmm.” The old man stroked his chin.

Reina returned with a paddle in her fist and a murderous
glare in her eyes. “Give her to me!” She slapped the paddle against Belmont’s
ass, hitting the stripes Ross had left. Belmont cried out, swaying. Her butt
reddened around the marks and Ross fought to control his arousal. Next to him,
the old man’s breath had shortened.

The creak of a couch drew Ross’ attention. Across the room,
Reina’s slave was watching the punishment and fondling himself. He licked his
lips.

The paddle swished and Ross tensed. The crack of the flat
wood on Kathie’s ass shook the flesh, was echoed by her scream. Reina laughed,
tossed the paddle aside and approached her slave. She pushed him back onto the
sofa cushions and mounted him, taking him inside her with one quick thrust
down.
El Silencio
turned to watch his daughter.

Ross went to Kathie, running a tentative hand over her rump,
the reddened flesh hot beneath his palm. Her breath hitched and she shuddered.
He probed between her legs, finding her pussy wet, and smiled. He leaned
forward to whisper in her ear, “You have a talent for this kind of work, Belle.
Very good.”

He shifted his attention to the lovely curve dividing her
rear, hiding the darkest of her secrets, and slid a finger along her to the
pucker. The way was greased by aromatic secretions and her raw, fear-filled
sweat. He thrust inside to the first knuckle.

She gasped and writhed, her chains clattering against the
hook. He let his finger rest inside her, allowing her tight back channel to
become accustomed to the intrusion. She was tight, but not insanely so. He’d
bet she could take him, and it would be good for both of them.

Her breathing calmed and he murmured, “Get used to this,
babe.”

He gave her two or three pumps and when she moaned, he
figured he’d better stop. He couldn’t allow either of them to become
distracted. He pulled out his finger, turned her around and presented it to her
lips.

Her eyes went wide.

“Lick me clean.”

She wrinkled her nose.

“Don’t be a princess.” He tweaked her nipple. “Disobedience
will earn you punishment, and I won’t be as nice as Reina.”

“Nice?” Kathie sputtered. She jerked away, and the chains
clattered anew.

“I have a paddle, too,” Ross told her.

She stilled, but the clatter went on and on…

Too late, Ross recognized the sound for what it was—the
clatter of an automatic weapon, probably foreign-made, an Uzi or a Kalashnikov.

“Get down! Get down!” he shouted in English. He reached for
Kathie’s chains. She helped by releasing the bracelets before dropping to the
floor.

The old man ran to the back door. “In here!” he said in
Spanish. “There are guns.”

Ross exchanged a quick glance with Kathie.
Now’s our
chance
, her expression said.

Reina dismounted, seized her slave’s arm and shoved him
toward the staircase. “Go up there and find out what is going on.” He went with
slow, unwilling steps to the stairs. Cannon fodder, Ross thought, but he
couldn’t do anything about the slave’s fate. He caught Kathie’s arm and hustled
her into the next room.

El Silencio
hadn’t lied. There were guns. Lots of
guns. Racks of shotguns, automatics, and semi-automatic weapons. Handguns.
Boxes of grenades. Even a mobile rocket launcher—enough firepower to bring down
an airplane—was nestled among stacked bales of marijuana and bricks of cocaine.

Ross’ blood froze. He had to bring this asshole down and
blow this place up. If a terrorist got hold of this stash…

He didn’t have time to check out the entire arsenal, but
instead rushed around
El Silencio
to a rack of shotguns, loading one
with shells from a nearby box. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kathie
shove bullets into the chamber of a small handgun. She slipped the weapon into
the back strap of her garter belt.

Reina returned and said in Spanish, “The fangless snake has
found his teeth.”

El Silencio
sucked in a breath. “Francisco?”

She jabbed her slave in the side with an elbow. “This dung
here says he’s upstairs, shooting the place up.” For all the concern Reina
showed, she might have been complaining about slow restaurant service.

“Is there another way out?” Ross asked
El Silencio
.

The old man hesitated and Ross sensed that there was but
El
Silencio
didn’t want to reveal the secret.

“Tell me!” Ross snapped. “Our lives, and yours also, are at
stake.”

“Not mine,” the old man said, and turned his gun on Ross.

A shot rang out and a hideous red flower bloomed on
El
Silencio
’s forehead. With a look of disbelief, he fell to the concrete
floor.

“It’s too bad he didn’t tell us how to get out of here
before I had to shoot him.” Kathie kicked him aside with her pointed shoe while
aiming her gun at Reina. “But you’ll help us, won’t you?” she asked in perfect
Spanish.

Reina stared. “A slave who gives orders?”

“Not a slave,” Ross said, his voice proud. “My partner.”

Kathie wanted to savor the moment, but that would have to
wait. “How do we get out?”

Reina shrugged. “My father did not share all his secrets
with me. As far as I know there is only one way out, and my mad brother guards
it.” She seemed unusually blithe about her father’s corpse, which lay cooling
on the floor not three feet from the heels of her red boots. A sociopath,
Kathie thought. Or she knows something we don’t.

“It has to be somewhere in here.” Ross began inspecting the
walls.

Kathie closed the door. She eyed a nearby set of metal shelves,
planning to barricade the door with them. “Help me,” she said to Reina, who
lifted a haughty nose.

“Now!” Kathie shot at Reina’s boots. She shrieked and
danced, while her slave threw himself at her feet to protect her. Kathie
laughed. “Do I have to ask a second time? You, too,” she said to the slave.
“Push that set of shelves in front of the door.” She watched while Reina and
her slave obeyed. It was a heady feeling, dominating the dominatrix. Her ass
and pussy still burned from Reina’s punishment.

“I don’t trust them for a second. Keep an eye on ‘em,
Belmont,” Ross told her. He flung aside bales of marijuana and knelt. “Okay, I
found it.”

The way out was a dwarf’s door, some three feet high.
“Kathie, go first.” Ross picked up his shotgun. “Then you two. We’ll have you
covered, so no bullshit, okay?”

Kathie knelt to slither through the low door and came out in
a muddy area behind the house, shadowed by a clump of palms. The trees swayed
back and forth in front of shifting light, for the wind had come up. She
slipped to the right of the low doorway and waited, using handfuls of mud to
darken her skin, pale in the moonlight, while using her gun hand to cover the
door.

Using her elbows, Reina dragged herself out of the dark
opening into the mud. She hitched her body into a curl, reaching for her boot,
and came out of her crouch with something in her hand.

It was thin and shiny…

Reina threw her blade before Kathie could react.

The knife hit between Kathie’s breasts. She screamed and her
hand clenched around the handgun. A bullet struck a glancing blow against the
house’s stucco wall. She clutched the knife’s hilt with one hand and continued
to fire with the other.

Her fourth shot hit Reina, drilling her through the neck.
Blood spurted and Reina’s slave tumbled out of the doorway, screaming as Ross
poked him from behind with the shotgun’s barrel.

The slave knelt on Reina’s body, sobbing, “Mistress!
Mistress!” He leaped to his feet and launched himself at Kathie. Evading, she
jerked to one side. Ross jumped up and wrapped his elbow around the slave’s
neck in a chokehold.

Kathie tugged at the knife, which had pierced the horizontal
strap of her leather bra and struck her in the sternum. It hurt, but she’d bet
that it wasn’t bad. Half an inch lower and she would have been in serious
trouble. To stop the bloody flow, she pressed her hand to the cut.

Ross whacked the slave over the head with the shotgun’s
butt, taking him down. Kathie grabbed Ross and they squeezed each other in a
tight embrace. His breath sounded ragged in her ears. “Are you all right?” He
yanked off his jacket and wrapped it around her shaking body.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“I have to go back in.”

“Back in? Why?” She clutched his sleeve with desperate
hands.

“There’s enough explosive in there to blow up L.A. It ends,
here and now. Killing them isn’t enough, remember, Kathie? We have to destroy
the drugs, too.”

He was right, damn him. “Okay, I’ll take cover at the next
clump of trees.” She pointed. “Meet me there, and don’t be late.”

* * * * *

Ross pushed the bodies aside and squirmed back through the
door into the drug lord’s basement.

Some guys become second-story men, but I ended up in the
cellar.
He chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Kathie’s whisper was soft, but he’d
respond to it anytime, anywhere.

“Get going. I’ll tell ya later.”
If there is a later.
He
told himself that they were almost home free, that this phase of the mission
would be the easiest. Just about everyone in the house was dead, apparently
killed by
El Silencio
’s son in a turf war.

But when Ross straightened to his full height in the
basement, he wasn’t alone.

In the middle of the room stood an unnaturally skinny young
man juggling four grenades. His eyes glittered and sweat stood out on his
forehead. Reveal decayed teeth, he murmured a tuneless, random song.

Meth freak
, Ross thought.
An addict.

The mad juggler dropped a grenade. When it hit the floor,
Ross heard a
ping
as the firing pin fell out and clattered on the
concrete. He dived headfirst for the escape hatch, counting. Two…three…four…five…

And he was out in the cool night air, screaming Kathie’s
name, chasing her as she sprinted for the nearest clump of trees. An explosion
shook the ground and fire spurted from the doorway. He tumbled her onto the
soft grass, using his body to protect her from the next explosion, bigger even
than the first. When the ground stopped quaking he leaped to his feet and
hauled her upright.

They ran.

Despite Ross’ jacket, Kathie’s skin chilled in the cool
night air. Worse, running in her high, pointed shoes was a devil-devised
torture. By the time they reached a main road, her toes throbbed with pain.

He flagged down a taxi. “
Hotel Camino Real, por favor
,”
he told the driver before leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes.

She took off her shoes and rubbed her feet, moaning with
relief. If Ross continued to enslave her—
please, God!—
she hoped he
wouldn’t insist upon high heels and pointy-toed shoes.

Euphoria stole over her. They’d succeeded beyond their
craziest dreams. Not only had they destroyed
El Silencio’
s drug and
weapon stash, but by luck alone, that bastard and his evil whelps were dead.
Without the old man and his family, their drug empire would crumble.

The taxi halted in front of the hotel and Ross exited. He
helped her out before paying the driver. Holding her arm, he guided her to the
entrance, saying, “Kathie, I don’t want to attract too much attention, so stay
here, okay?”

She slipped into the shadows near glass double doors. When
Ross returned, he gave her a tired smile before escorting her into the hotel,
room key in hand. Huddling into Ross’ jacket, she hoped she’d remain
inconspicuous in the brightly lit lobby, which, fortunately, was deserted
except for a couple of bellmen.

Their room had a king-sized bed and a bathroom sheathed in
white marble. She appreciated the fact that Ross had taken her to a five-star
hotel to recuperate from the most frightening mission of her career.

Tugging at his tie, Ross went over to the cube-style
refrigerator. “Let’s drink the entire contents of the minibar.”

“Sounds good to me. After I shower.”

He glanced at her. “Yeah, what’s with the mud, Belmont?”

So he’d returned to calling her Belmont. She wasn’t sure she
liked that. “I smeared mud on myself because I was too pale in the moonlight. I
thought we might have to sneak around and I was a little too,
um…attention-grabbing.”

He headed toward her, his stride purposeful. “Babe, you’d
grab attention dressed in a burlap bag.”

Nervous, she giggled. “Of course. Who the hell wears
burlap?”

He took her in his arms, ignoring the dried mud she’d spread
over her chest. “I mean it.”

His kiss was lush, unhurried. He nibbled on her lower lip,
then sucked it in, and she quivered when he ran his tongue over the sensitized
flesh. He pushed inside, licking, tasting, as though he wanted to memorize her
flavor.

Without warning, he released her. “Go clean up,” he said.
“I’ll be waiting.”

She raced to the bathroom and took the fastest shower in the
history of the world. While she had the chance, she examined her body. Her butt
was swollen from the paddling, but the red mark on her breasts had disappeared.
And while Reina’s knife had drawn blood, the cut it had left was minimal.
Kathie sighed with relief.

When she emerged, finger-combing her damp hair, she saw
Ross, naked, reclining on the bed. He’d pulled down the spread and the covers
so he lay in an expanse of white sheets, his back against a pile of pillows. He
held a tumbler of what looked like Scotch in his hand and had a lazy smile on
his face as he regarded her.

She hadn’t seen him completely naked before, but her earlier
guess was correct. Ross was hot, beautiful in a masculine way, with a solid
body furred with a modest amount of body hair overlaying golden skin. An
impressive cock was ready for action, lying on his washboard belly.

He reached out his hand to her. “Come to me.”

She lay beside him on the big bed and he held the tumbler
against her lips. “Drink.”

The Scotch’s heat flowed down her throat, forming a fiery
pool in her stomach. Ross tucked her head into the hollow of his shoulder,
cuddling and stroking, his touch slow and mesmerizing. She started to relax,
fall into languor.

“When I was about fifteen, I walked in on my parents by
accident. She was kneeling at his feet.” Ross’ voice was quiet.

“Your parents were in the, um…lifestyle?”

“Yeah. But you should have seen them. There was such love.
His hands were in her hair, and he was moaning,
Luz, Luz
.” He turned his
head to look at her. “But my mother’s name was Juana.”

“
Luz
means light.”

He nodded. “He called her the light of his life. This was
when, how I learned that there could be dominance without abuse. Dominance
founded on love, respect, and trust.”

Her heart jumped. “And that’s…that’s what you want?”

“That’s what we can have, if you’ll just reach out and take
it.” He squeezed her gently.

“I’m yours, master,” she whispered. “If you want me.”

“Oh, I want you. Over the months we’ve worked together, I
fell for you. I love you, Kathie Belmont, and I always will.”

Tears started in her eyes, hot and prickly. “Oh, my God.”

He chuckled softly. “I’ll ask a lot, but you don’t have to
call me that.”

She managed an answering chuckle. “I love you, Ross. You’ve
given me…you’ve given me so much. I know you’ll always take care of me.”

“Yes. Take care of you, protect you. That’s part of the
package. But outside our home, I expect you to be the same savvy agent.” His
voice went crisp. “You understand, Belmont?”

“Oh, I understand, sir.”

“We’ll be one hell of a partnership.”

She blew out a breath. “We already are, if this night means
anything.”

“Oh, it means a lot. We kicked major ass. And speaking of
ass…”

Her buttocks clenched. “What?”

“Your sweet pussy is probably still pretty sore, so…here’s
your first test as my submissive. This is for us, Kathie, not for the mission.
That’s over. This is about you and me.” He rolled her onto her side facing away
from him. His hard-on pressed into the furrow between her ass cheeks.

With his intent clear, she gasped. “I understand, sir.”

He pushed harder, and she moaned, her mind replaying her
fantasies of Ross taking his pleasure in her backside. She wanted this. She
wanted
him
.

“All right, baby?” he asked, his voice gentle.

She hesitated, knowing she’d be bound by her consent. “All
right.”

He slid off her. No restraints. He trusted her to keep her
word. He took a small tube of lotion that the hotel had supplied, using it to
lube his cock. “Face down, and put your ass in the air.”

She tucked her knees under her so she could comply and
squeezed her eyes shut, trembling with anticipation. How many nights had she
dreamed of this?

He laid cool palms on her butt and massaged her, caressing
the stripes he’d laid earlier. They stung in an oddly pleasant way, the arousal
settling into her pussy, which creamed anew. The cool lotion seemed to calm the
swelling left by Reina’s paddle.

He pried her apart. Again his hands spreading her rear
aroused her, made her weak with need. She’d do anything for him, anything he
demanded.

The head of his rod pressed against her anus and he pushed.
He was much thicker than his finger or hers, and thicker than the dildo she
used. She couldn’t stop her frightened cry.

He stopped. “Deep breaths, babe.”

Though she was scared, she was turned on and still in
control of herself. She breathed, willing her muscles to relax. He pushed again
and she groaned, clenching her hands into the mattress as he breached her last
virginity. He waited, allowing her to adjust to his girth. His hands tightened
around her hips.

She panted, drew in a halting breath and loosened some more.
Then he bucked, driving his entire length inside her. His shaft seared her from
the inside out. A shriek burst from her lips and she jerked wildly. Again he
stopped, letting her feel his hot cock branding her insides. She whimpered,
“Oh, master, it hurts…”

“I know, baby. But not for long.” He reached around her hip
to caress her bud. She moaned again, not with fear or pain but with growing
desire, a desire that soon bloomed into rapture. As he stroked, his cock
shifted inside her. The mingled pleasure and pain were almost too much to bear.

“So good, babe, I gotta come…” Ross gave it to her, long
heavy thrusts. Each stabbed to her heart, piercing her to the core. Nothing
existed but his big cock ramming her, taking her, owning her.

She gripped the sheets, focused entirely on the blaze of
pain and pleasure. He exploded, his hot come filling her to the brim. He
collapsed on her prone body, his penis delivering nothing but bliss as it
shrank in her moist back sheath. She wiggled, enjoying the tingly pressure of
his slick rod against her tender anal opening. He played with her clit, taking
her higher.

“Ahhh…” Kathie drifted into ecstasy.

He kissed along her neck and sighed into her ear. “Ah,
darling, you’re wonderful.”

He’d called her darling. She couldn’t help her tears.

He pulled out of her backside with a soft plop and liquid
heat spilled out of her ass. He took her in his arms. “Why the tears?”

She sniffled. “I love you, master.”

“My darling slave.” He kissed her tears away, then slid down
her body. “Now watch this, princess.” He laid a line of kisses along the ridge
of her spine until he reached her ass, again pulling the halves apart. He
continued kissing her and when he found her hole, licked and kissed the
soreness away.

It felt good, but… “Isn’t that, well, kinda icky?”

He raised his head and laughed. “Icky? Did you actually use
the word
‘
icky’? Is that even a real word?”

“It is to me.” A little embarrassed, she pillowed her head
on her arms.

“To me, nothing about you is icky. Certainly not your sweet
ass.”

She giggled, heady with sheer joy.

He crawled back up her body and, rolling her over, kissed
her full on the lips. He tasted musky with her darkest flavors. She sucked his
tongue with curiosity, finding herself fully engaged and still very aroused.
I
could get used to this.

“Tomorrow morning we’ll buy a ring. I want the world to know
you’re mine, all mine, forever.”