Mommy's Dearest (Black Rose Book 3) Page 9

  Thomas was blessed with an unusually long, nimble tongue, which he put to good use as he slowly stroked and tasted her inner walls.

  “Oh, shit, how are you doing that?!” Teegan groaned at the unfamiliar sensation of being licked on the inside. She’d never felt anything like it as his tongue moved inside her. She knew perfectly well that she couldn’t climax from penetration alone, so she frowned in confusion when she felt the first stirrings of release sizzle along her core. He growled against her swollen pussy lips as he directed the tip of his tongue to her G-spot. Stroke…stroke…flutter…stroke...

  The tiny bundle of nerves within her pussy quivered against the unexpected touch. Wanting more, she gripped his hair and pulled his face against her, her moans becoming breathy and quick as she found her release. On and on it went until Thomas pulled back just enough to place a kiss between her legs, then shifted his position and began to devour her clit. He sucked the swollen nub into his mouth and caressed it with heavy, rapid laves of his tongue. When she came, he clenched her wildly bucking hips and pulled her to him, drinking from her pussy like a thirsty man who had been lost in the desert.

  Thomas couldn’t wait any longer. Leaving a trail of featherlight kisses along her skin, he slid her to the middle of the bed. He straddled her hips. His lips and chin were still gleaming with traces of her orgasm. With his cock in hand, he slowly stroked the broad, bulbous head up and down her slit. Her pussy was so hot, so slick, it was all he could do not to shove his length inside her in a single thrust. As much as his cock craved to be where his tongue had been, he wanted to linger over this first time. He wanted to savor every moment of it. He wanted her to remember it forever.

  So he teased her, stroking his hips back and forth, dragging the length of his cock through her folds and rubbing against her clit. Eventually, he notched the head of his cock at her entrance, pulsing his hips lightly before pulling away with an arrogant smirk.

  “Please, Thomas, stop teasing me and take me,” she pleaded. “Make me yours. I want to belong to you.”

  “I know,” he whispered as she writhed and keened beneath him. “You’ve been mine since the first time I saw you.” With that, he resumed the long strokes of his cock along her pussy lips and over her clit, increasing his speed to give her the friction she needed.

  She went off like a firecracker, shuddering and crying out wildly as yet another orgasm raged through her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and didn’t stop teasing her clit until she’d ridden out his pleasurable onslaught on her body.

  “I hope you’re ready for me because I need to be inside you all night. And since you asked so nicely…” He rose up on his haunches, then grabbed her hips and yanked her toward him. Grasping her by the ankles, he spread his arms out wide and impaled her onto his aching cock, pushing forward relentlessly until he was fully seated, his length buried deep within her. He pulled back and slammed into her again, sending a shudder through her body. “This pussy’s mine now,” he declared hoarsely on yet another downward thrust, his voice reduced to a guttural groan of pleasure.

  He released her ankles and practically purred when she wrapped her legs around him and cradled him there as he moved inside her. Best feeling in the world… With his hands running over her torso and along her thighs, he claimed every inch of silky skin he could reach. His hands possessively squeezed her full breasts, then he slid his arms around her and pulled her against him so she was in a sitting position, facing him. She clenched her legs around his waist and dug her nails into his back as she ran her lips over his shoulders and neck. He grabbed her ass cheeks in a harsh grip and began slamming her up and down on his cock.

  The sensation of her tight pussy gripping him like a fist was intoxicating and he nearly felt lightheaded with pleasure. Even more than the myriad physical sensations coursing through him, he was overwhelmed with the simple pleasure of finally claiming her.

  Teegan pressed her breasts against his chest as their movements became frantic, their caresses more urgent. They matched each other, touch for touch, kiss for kiss. Even their hearts seemed to beat in time together. Finally, Thomas couldn’t hold off his climax any longer. In the moments before he came, his cock became impossibly harder, the thick head almost unbearably sensitive as it slid along her inner walls.

  He bellowed his pleasure as his cock pumped hot jets of semen against her womb, triggering her own orgasm. They rode out the pulsing waves of pleasure together, eventually collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs.

  As their breathing eased, they moved lazily against each other, legs sliding together, as lips and hands soothed and stroked heated skin. Thomas tucked Teegan under his arm, holding her close to his side. She happily rested her head on his chest. For the first time in her life, her mind was blissfully clear and her body was utterly sated.

  As she drifted off to sleep in her lover’s arms, Teegan felt safe, and she knew he had been right. She had indeed crossed a line, and she had no intention of ever going back.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Brian Reed was still sitting with Goldie, but his attention was focused on Queen Bee as she wrapped up her performance. Of course he tried to not be obvious, using his peripheral vision and listening to Goldie just enough to mumble yeah, uh huh, and so on at appropriate moments, and most of all making occasional eye contact with her and smiling when it seemed to be called for. The second bottle of champagne didn’t hurt either. Hell, tonight Goldie was making the kind of money Queen Bee usually did.

  Everything was fine until he noticed the well-dressed man enter the establishment and take over Queen Bee’s time.

  Damn it! I hate Plan B, always have.

  As if reading his mind, Goldie started swooning over the fucker. “Oh, hell, that’s Terry Ransom.”

  “As in Ransom Brewery?” he asked, showing the first spark of real interest.

  “Yeah. He saved her when she was being harassed in the alley. Bigots, you know. Why, she said they would have beaten her to death if he hadn’t been there. He’s so sweet. He even went back and got her shoes because she had kicked them off when she ran away. Talk about a hero,” she sighed.

  “Do you think he thought she was a woman?” He only asked because Queen Bee was far more beautiful than the women one typically saw in bars and clubs. She sure as hell looked like a woman to him. It was the reason she pulled in so much money, no doubt.

  “He probably did. Everybody else does. But he knows her truth now and he couldn’t care less. They’ve been inseparable since they met, you know. It’s a true Cinderella story—shoes and all, mind you.”

  Well, he couldn’t argue with that, even if it did royally fuck up his plans of murder and mayhem. He snuck a peek at Queen Bee and her suitor and their body language said it all: he was leaning in, hanging on her every word. She had her hand delicately placed on his forearm, staring into his eyes like he held the secrets to the universe. One thing was for sure: Ransom wouldn’t be letting her out of his sight. Kidnapping her would be all but impossible. In other words, it wasn’t fucking happening. Damn it.

  Yes…moving on to Plan B. He’d just have to make do with Goldie. Brian directed all of his solicitous attention toward Goldie, and she preened and shifted in her seat.

  It was kind of like when you were missing an ingredient but you were intent on that one recipe and just wouldn’t give up. This time, it was a recipe for murder. He definitely had the itch. He was too far gone to put off the kill any longer. His intrigue with killing married women would have to be put on hold. He could break the rules just this once. He was the one with all the power, after all. He was a god, or so he believed.

  “I’ve got to go to the ladies’ room,” Goldie batted her false eyelashes and pushed a lock of her signature golden hair off her face.

  ‘Bout damn time. He smiled back, revealing perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth. His smile made it so easy for him to pick up women, regardless of his intentions. He wasn’t ugly as far as his looks we
re concerned. It was only when he got his victims alone that he became that person.

  He ducked under the ball cap that had been hiding his features, ensuring no one would be able to identify him when the police questioned the customers in the crowd. One good thing about these places was that people were focused on the action at their table and not what was going on around them. Goldie was the only person who’d even gotten a good look at him and she’d been more interested in her cut of the bill she expected to get at the end of the night.

  He got up fingering the syringe in his pocket and strolled easily across the room to the darkened hallway. He stood outside the restroom and waited. When she exited the bathroom and stepped into the hall, she saw him standing there. She smiled with pleasure at his charming smile and melted eagerly into his arms. As he kissed her, she never saw it coming when he jabbed the needle into her neck.

  Goldie was wobbly on her legs like a newborn colt but could move well enough when he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her up. Together they went out the back door, where he used his foot to prop the door open with a rock, then heaved her into the cargo van he’d parked in the alley.

  When he had her safely tucked in, he went back inside. He kicked the rock out of the way so the door would shut behind him, then he strolled through the bar. He appeared to be just another patron who had to cut his evening short because of an early schedule the next day. He strolled to the end of the building, then turned and hustled through the alley to the van. After a quick glance in the back to make sure all was well, he drove away with his new toy.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  He drove with caution, paying close attention to his speed and proper use of turn signals, and ensuring he didn’t bounce her around too much. He always felt a certain tenderness at moments like this. She belonged to him now and he needed to protect her…until it was time for her to die. He wasn’t a sadist by any means. It was all about control for him; the thrill of holding a life in his hands.

  This time he had more than one reason for killing. It wasn’t just his usual itch. He wanted to send a message to a few people. It was time to stir things up.

  As if reading his mind, his sweet little Goldie moaned and moved just enough to let him know he hadn’t drugged her excessively. He’d done that to one of the first women he killed and he’d been so let down when she overdosed and he hadn’t been able to play with her. The newspaper had written it up as an overdose, even after her parents insisted to the press that their daughter didn’t do drugs. It was always easy to believe the worst. It was just how humans were hardwired, to let someone else’s dysfunction make us feel better about ourselves.

  “We’re almost there, sleepyhead.” He turned down a bumpy dirt road. It was a secluded strip of land he’d bought for the purpose of building his underground bunker. He couldn’t take a chance on going back to his house right away, not after he’d trashed Teegan’s. That rich son of a bitch she was with now might have the ability to figure out who he was. Also, out here he had all the privacy he needed. Sometimes he liked to hear their screams without worrying about attracting unwanted attention or risking any interruptions. He liked to hear them begging for mercy before he finally killed them.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re here,” he said merrily as he opened the back of the van. She didn’t move but moaned softly and frowned. He pulled her out by her ankles, enjoying the sight of her head banging on the edge of the van’s back entrance before she hit the hard ground with a sickening thud. A grunt was all he got so, somewhat disappointed, he continued pulling her by her ankles toward the entrance to the underground bunker. Her head bounced along on the ground. The rhythmic sound soothed his soul. Thump. Thump. Thump. One last thump when he dropped her feet to unlock the hidden door in the ground.

  “C’mon, gorgeous,” he muttered as he dragged her down the rickety wooden stairs. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. At the bottom of the stairs, she finally reached the room that would be her new home until the day of her death. With her lying in a heap on the floor, he sat on the edge of the cot, taking what he considered to be a well-deserved break to catch his breath. He leaned his head back and laughed. Yeah, it was an unexpected drawback of abducting a drag queen: they could be kind of heavy.

  By the time he had secured her wrists at the end of a chain that hung from the ceiling, he was bone tired. He was going to have to rest. It would be better to catch a little nap first so he could be fully present and enjoy everything he was going to do to her.

  He trudged up the steps and turned off the light that hung from the ceiling, snuffing out its eerie yellow glow. When she woke up she wouldn’t be able to see a thing, but she’d know she was at the mercy of a very sick man.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Her head was throbbing with the worst headache ever. Fragmented memories hovered at the edge of her mind and she strained to piece them together. Her aching neck muscles didn’t want to cooperate as she struggled to lift her head from its position drooping over her chest. She blinked slowly, wincing as she struggled to adjust to the dim lighting. She immediately regretted the effort. What she saw was horrifying.

  Dirt walls revealed the source of the musty smell that had assaulted her nostrils while her eyes had still been closed. She knew enough to recognize the space for what it was: an underground cellar or bunker of some kind. She also knew there were only two reasons for building one: canning or killing.

  Her arms ached and she was sure if she did survive she would suffer with rotary cuff problems into her old age. She was hanging from her wrists and her shoulders throbbed from the excessive strain on her joints. Her toes barely touched the ground and she had to concentrate to stay still and keep from spinning in place.

  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know she was dealing with one sick fuck. If she was going to survive, she would have to outwit this bastard. The cellar door creaking overhead didn’t give her much time to think about it.

  “Well, well, I see you woke up,” Brian said as he descended the steps, smiling as he pulled the string that hung from the single bulb in the ceiling. The additional light revealed the extent of her predicament.

  “Why are you doing this?” she rasped, coughing against the discomfort of her dry throat.

  “Well, to be honest with you, I would have preferred your friend. That was the original plan, but with Prince Charming drooling over her I don’t see that happening any time soon. So here we are.”

  She watched as he pulled back a quilt he was using as a makeshift curtain. “You’ve got to be kidding,” she whispered as she struggled to clear her throat. “You’re going to record this? I don’t know why you’re going to all this trouble. I mean, it was fun joking around with you at the club but this…just no. Seriously, Brian, put the camera away and let me down from here. Something tells me I’m not going to want to relive this night anytime soon. I mean it! My arms hurt!”

  He ignored her as he busied himself with logistics for the task at hand. “Let’s see. I’m going to have to lay you down on the cot for what I have planned for us.”

  Holy fuck. Poker face, girl. “And just what, exactly, do you have in mind? What is this, some kind of bizarre roleplay scene? I mean, really, have you lost your mind? This is totally unnecessary. You don’t have to do all this. In fact, I really don’t appreciate it one bit.”

  “Oh, you’ll see.” He approached her without a care in the world, reached up, and released her cuffed wrists from the clip at the bottom of the length of chain. But she was still not free because her wrists remained cuffed and a short length of chain still joined the two cuffs.

  Goldie stood on unsteady legs, frowning down at her cuffed wrists and the chain connecting them. Well, fuck it. She decided in that moment that she’d had enough of this guy’s bullshit. If he was determined to follow through on what he’d started, she was happy to take things as far as she was able.

  Before he had time to react, she lifted her aching arms, wrapped the chain around his neck,
and pulled it back tight. The move caught him off guard and she easily took him down to the ground.

  He pulled hard at the chain against his neck, but the same adrenalin rush that enabled mothers to lift cars off helpless children empowered her to maintain a steady tension on the chain. She continued to pull on the length of chain around his neck until he stopped struggling and she was sure he was unconscious.

  Somehow keeping the hysteria at bay, she frantically dug around in his pockets, found his keys to the cuffs, and freed herself.

  Even though she was still groggy from whatever sedative he’d given her, Goldie had never run so fast in her life as when she burst through the ground-level entry hatch. She had no idea where she was at first, but at least she was alive. And she was determined to stay that way.

  She had no idea if Brian had simply taken a stunt way too far or if he had truly intended to do her harm in his little underground torture chamber, but she wasn’t going to stick around to find out. She had thought she’d seen it all, but apparently not.

  If he ever had the nerve to show his face at the club again, then she’d know he was just an overzealous asshole and she’d put him in his place, but it wouldn’t matter. Either way, she wanted to kill the bastard but he wasn’t worth going to jail for and she wasn’t going to spend a single second longer in that hellhole. He could rot there as far as she was concerned.

  Chapter Twenty Six

  “I don’t know why you forced me to come back here,” Teegan said as she looked around her living room. “I never thought I’d say this, but this place gives me the creeps now.”

  Thomas pulled Teegan against him and kissed her. “Well, that’s good since you’re staying with me. Of course, I’d prefer that you move in with me because you want to, Teegan. Permanently. But there’s no way in hell I’ll ever let you go.”