Chapter 5

Strauss

I n the string of time, I'm a bow. Crossing over and forming the knots most needed to hold the chaos at bay. Which is the only enjoyment I receive out of life now, knowing that everyone is quite aware that at any moment…

I can come undone.

"I have the last Barrington. Once she has our combined bloodlines within her womb, nothing else will matter. Herodius and Clavius will be finished. They won't have the ability to tear our families apart any longer."

Falcon gazes out the front window with me as if she didn't hear a word but, like the excellent spy she is, I know she's analyzing her next strategy.

After a swallow, her deep voice murmurs, "Unless they get to her, too."

Shaking my head, I sip my vodka and dip my eyes to her face. One of her dark eyebrows raises with a question that I answer. "No. I have a plan for that."

She stares at me solemnly with a labored sigh. "Of course you do. If you feel like sharing it all, sir, let me know."

I lift my cigarette to my lips and take a deep inhale, absorbing the calming cancer as I scan her natural black hair. "You cut it."

Turning back to the dying daylight, she nods slightly. "Halcyon would spot me too easily slipping out of the property with an afro." Without a glance at me, she takes a step back, her black silk dress catching the rays of the sunset. "Those things will kill you."

My tongue finds its way into my cheek as I pinch my lips to prohibit a reply, and when she raises her gaze to mine, a flood of tears lines the lower lids. Smirking, I touch her cheek lightly with my thumb. A quick inhale parts her full lips as she closes her eyes. Her sadness at my tenderness only brings me comfort.

"Sir, your dinner awaits." Dilan finds us in my study and places a hand on my back possessively. Falcon nods and slips into the shadows where she feels most comfortable. Tamping out the butt, I slide the ashtray across the desk, then set my empty double next to it.

Dilan waves her hand toward the open door. "Upstairs. I prepared the girls for you."

On our way onto the first set of carpeted steps, she seems hesitant. "Yes?" I ask.

"Sir…what did you think of your new wife?"

"She's a child. And I'm not fond of children." Dilan's figure relaxes, as if I've given her an acceptable answer. My cock twitches once in my dress pants, thinking of the little blonde angel resting on her heels for me, willing to please and be submissive to my needs. Obedience is all I require for now. I can force strength inside her.

And I will.

"The girl has snake's blood. And I must do my duty by filling her womb, but I won't care for her."

The corners of Dilan's red lips lift. "Yes, sir. She does seem a bit wild."

"I will tame her." When I throw open my bedroom doors, Ceylon glances up, then quickly lowers her head to the floor. My dinner tray lays on her bare back as she rests on all fours in front of my evening chair.

A few of the women play with each other on my bed, including Yasmina.

Standing over Ceylon, I tap her chin up with the toe of my shoe. "Where is your collar, slave?"

"I-I…it's gone, sir. I think someone stole it." Her voice shakes with fear, and I love that I put that emotion inside of her. It makes my cock thicken in my trousers.

"Then you don't pass inspection. You understand this is your punishment, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

I cross an ankle over my knee as I sit, being observed by the others. Taking a napkin from my makeshift lady table, I flare it out and tuck it inside my black button-down shirt. With arduous movements, I slice into the sirloin, careful not to let the plate slide across my table's skin. I enjoy every savory morsel of the steak by letting it roll around on my palate. The sole of my shoe fits nicely over her fingers as I tap them with a gentle touch to remind her, "Don't move."

I give Dilan a nod and she takes off for the evening, leaving along with the door slave. Turning my head, I observe the evening's entertainment on the red velvet canopied bed.

Lydia lies back on the pillows with both Yasmina and Chloe situated between her thighs. She's being reluctant again, and it's past time to end this nonsense. "Yasmina, Chloe. Stop eating her cunt. Lydia, you'll be my lesbian girlfriend tonight. Lick Chloe's pussy like you love it."

As I take a bite of my dinner, the girls obey with their respective yes, sirs . Yasmina sits on the edge of the mattress, looking lost, like she doesn't know what to do with her hands.

"Yasmina, come and kneel by my side. You may feed me." With a relieved smile, she hurries over, her long light brown locks falling over her shoulders as she does. Lifting the fork to my lips, she offers me a bite, and I monitor her perky tits as I do. My fingers reach out to pinch one of her nipples, then twist slightly until she squirms. Her discomfort brings more blood to my growing dick. Once I chew, I grip her jaw, commanding her, "Open."

I spit the piece of meat inside her willing mouth, and she eats it with a seductive grin. "Did you like that? Would you like more for being my good girl?" We trade a few more pieces of the steak together. Watching her mouth move entices me enough that I clasp my lips onto hers, shoving my tongue inside to get a taste of what she has, then stroke back her hair. Some of my saliva streams from the corner of her mouth as I whisper on her cheek, "Good girl, for wearing your collar and being so obedient to your master. For being prepared for your inspections. You love to please me, don't you?"

She nods, and I feel the bond between her and Ceylon distancing. When I place a little pat on her behind, she wiggles so her thighs rub together.

I brush my lips against her forehead, and she melts against them. "Do you love me, Yasmina?"

Breathless, she whispers, "Yes, sir." Her breasts heave dramatically, a flush of pink flooding her pretty cheeks. It makes me rise further, tenting my pants and ready to finish my meal.

With a glance at my table, I spot a few tears falling from her eyes onto the floor. That should do it. The girls need to keep their focus on me alone.

A loud moan pulls my attention to the center of the room as Chloe fakes an orgasm. My teeth grind at the irritating sound until I stand, knocking over the dinner tray, then I'm over to the bed in four strides. Ripping a paddle from the wall above the headboard, I give it a hearty swing, landing on Lydia's ass until she screams. As she tries to raise her head, I shove it into Chloe's pussy. "Eat her cunt. You'll learn to love it like my good lesbian girlfriend. No more dick for you until you please her. Do you understand?"

Whimpering and sniffing, she nods into her lover's thighs.

After another smack on her reddened ass, she raises enough to pant out, "Yes, sir."

I'll take her to the dungeons and whip her back until it's raw if she forgets to respect me one more time. The thought of it makes me raging hard, the fury flowing to my groin.

"You have ten minutes to get her off. And you'll lick her all night if she doesn't."

Spreading Chloe's thighs wider, she settles in deeper, using her nose. Chloe's eyes narrow as she gives me a sly grin. Lydia's been too selfish recently. She'll learn one way or my way.

"Yasmina, service me." Turning, I snap my fingers at Ceylon, who remains still for me other than her back, shivering as she cries. "Table, don't you dare move."

Like a symphony, I orchestrate the women in sections. Yasmina drops to her knees in front of me and undoes my belt, then pulls out my cock, suckling it between her generous lips. Still gripping the paddle tightly, I pillage Lydia's thigh to get myself harder. Her wails of agony make my hips thrust forward into Yasmina's throat. I grip the girl's head, shoving in deeper, harder, until she gags.

Afraid of getting vomited steak on my cock, I pull back. Though if she expels our dinner, I'd just have Ceylon lick it up. Nodding toward the bed, I instruct Yasmina, "On your back next to Chloe." Once she gets into position, the two girls hold hands and peck lips. It's their little comfort measure they've developed, and I allow it. The two are rarely disobedient.

I strip the rest of my clothes off and situate my thighs under Yasmina's generous tan ones, then let the backs of my knuckles roll over Lydia's sore cheeks and she whimpers in reply. Shoving into Yasmina's warm slick, I glance at her dark brown eyes, then slide my gaze across the others.

Grasping Lydia's neck, I show her the rhythm Chloe needs as I do the same to Yasmina's cunt with my cock. "Like this. Right here. See how she folds into you? How desperate she is? Her moans are faster now, slave. Her wetness is pouring out. She's pulsing for you. She needs you, Lydia. Finish her. Stick your fingers inside her pussy."

Lydia does as she's told, her nose diving against Chloe's clit as the girl's back arches off the bed, her dyed pink hair splaying over the pillow. Instructing her further, I say, "There, yes. Just like that. Look at her face, Lydia."

Chloe's hips jut into the air while Lydia does as she's told. As the two girls lock eyes, something exchanges between them. Slipping out of Yasmina, I slide into Lydia's now sopping folds, and she grunts at the intrusion. "Keep licking her clit and flick it. Chloe likes that. And you'll love to do that for her, too. Look how wet you are. I bet you didn't even know you loved eating pussy this much, did you?"

As Chloe's thighs clench around Lydia's head, she raises her chest in a scream, releasing her orgasm. It's a true one this time, and at the sound, Lydia's inner muscles collapse around my dick in a tight squeeze. Sliding out quickly, I say, "No. Not yet. Tell me you love eating pussy. Are you my lesbian girlfriend now, Lydia?"

Maddening whines rip from her lips as she mumbles between Chloe's legs. Smacking her with the paddle again, I urge her on. "Say it. Are you my lesbian girlfriend now?"

Snatching a handful of her short brown hair, I pull her head back and she gasps, then loudly says, "Yes! Yes, I'm a lesbian." I thrust inside her again, and she comes all over my cock with howls of ecstasy, bouncing off my abs and leaving a trail of her juices running down them as she does. I grip her hips to hold her to me, gaining some satisfaction in breaking her down.

"Good girl." With another firm swat, I continue. "Good fucking girl… Yes. Now you'll munch cunt all the time. You'll do it for your master and love it."

Once they've had theirs, I move back to Yasmina, who doesn't take long to erupt on me as I gaze into her eyes. She likes that, the connection she thinks we have. She needs it. And I'll give it to her as a reward for her true submission.

A flash of the angel in the cell below enters my mind. Her staring at my shoes. Those big blue eyes and the smell of her innocence ripe for corruption. The snake venom running through her veins and me about to drain it when I fill her womb with my life force. How tight her young pussy will be when I ruin it and the shrieks that'll tear from her lungs as I do.

My spine tingles with impending release until I slide out of Yasmina and head to my table, purposefully shifting my mind from the Barrington in the cell below us. Squatting over Ceylon, I place my balls onto her head, then spray myself all over her back. She doesn't move an inch.

It's not even so much pleasure anymore. In fact, I can't remember the last time I felt good. All I try to do is to keep the rage from returning.

I clap my hands together and issue my instructions. "Everyone out. Ceylon, you're to find your collar and no washing that off until you do." Tossing her dyed blue hair off her shoulders, she scurries out of the bedroom with droplets of sadness painting her pretty, dark cheeks.

As the harem leaves and flings the door open, that unrelenting vision from twenty years ago floods my mind. Me, at seventeen. My dead mother still warming my cock and my father strolling out of the room as if nothing happened.

That was when I decided to implement the plan I'd carefully developed since the age of fourteen. Vladimir Strauss was a monster to me and my mother, who became more than that when I was around that age. It would take strategy and time to garner support from my father's men. Their loyalty was based on fear of his position, but I knew I'd gained their trust by the summer before I came of age. All of them promised to back me in my play for consort.

Waking up without my mother's warmth spreading over my chest is a pain I never knew I'd miss until it wasn't there. She'd slept with me every night for over a year. The only comfort and pleasure I knew in life came from her. Until he took her from me.

And now, it's my eighteenth birthday.

"Master, the guards are ready if you are."

Taking a deep inhale, a genuine smile parts my lips as I sit up in bed. This is what I have been waiting for.

Sweet, glorious revenge.

It will be his fall from grace into the pits of Hell where he belongs, as well as my rise to victory and the Glory thereafter. His men take orders from me now. And, as one, we march into his office building downtown.

One of the big guys kicks in the door where my father sits at the head of his conference table surrounded by the last of his followers. Grabbing Helen by the hand, I tug the woman behind me as she sobs with fear. "Please, Vincente. Don't. Please. Your father…"

"What is the meaning of this?" He stands, the outrage bellowing from his gut like the brays of a donkey.

We move as a stampede against the runners, rushing them with scorn and fury. The men grab each other. Guns shoot. Throats are slit. Blood gushes from orifices. Yells and moans sound violently through the air, and the smell of death and destruction makes me surge with the power in my possession.

Two of my guards hold my father back as he yells and tries to shove them off, but no one will save him. Not anymore. I pull Helen forward, then bend her over the table, and his jaw drops with disgust. My palms itch as I slide her gray skirt up, exposing her bare ass, then pull out my cock, slapping it on her now loose asshole. I let the guards have their way with her just before carting her here.

"You thought you were the only one? Seems we share a lot of women, father." And I thrust inside her closed ring as she screams in agony. "All those years, you thought she loved you back…she was also fucking your son. Even said my dick was better." Snatching her hair, I hold her head up so his favorite mistress can scream louder. "Don't you think so, doll?"

"Please, stop, Vincente! Please!" she pleads.

"Vincente, don't do this."

There's no stopping now. "She got pregnant with my child, not yours, Dad. This…this thing you killed the love of my life for. And now, you'll get to watch this bitch die."

Swiftly, I pull my knife from my pocket and puncture her carotid on one side. Enjoying every moment, I slice across her throat in a sluggishly smooth movement so she feels every bit of it. Her shrill shrieks turn to gargling moans as a crimson wave surges from her neck, the warmth hitting my fingers in tickling sprays. An iron tinge floods the air as well as my tongue when it splashes back from my skin. As she finally gives up her life, she struggles so violently, her asshole chokes my cock until I come hard with a yell that matches my father's. His is a bawl of loss.

Mine waves in the air like a flag of conquest.

I pull out of the dead whore and zip up before approaching the consort. Gripping the back of his head, I place my forehead to his, our noses meeting tip to tip.

His panicked voice shakes as he pleads with me. "Vincente, Son, no. You don't know what you're doing."

Shoving the blade into his groin as hard as I can, it catches on organs and tendons, but I continue a steady upward rise, severing him from stem to sternum. As I hold the old man for the last time, he seizes violently as his guts spill from the open orifice. Piss, feces, and his rot pour out along with his bulbous intestines. The odious smell makes some of the men gag. But not me.

This is the perfume of a monster.

I nod at the guards holding him and they step away, letting him fall to the floor with a thud. Gathering up his warm, still oozing entrails, I grip my father's jaw and force him to eat the bloody mess as I let out a riotous howl.

I haven't laughed like this in years.

At the end, his gray eyes enlarge at the realization of his impending doom. Pressing my lips to his ruddy cheek, I whisper,

"For mother."