Black Rose by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online

choose to.”
    My cock is so hard watching her as she cries out to me for pleasure, her voice anguished. Her long, dark, brunette hair falls over her nude, porcelain, white body. Her brown nipples jut out and are so hard they look as if they could cut glass.
    I free one foot from the ropes to give myself better access and I speak softly to her as I position my body between her legs.
    “That sweet, sweet pussy of yours belongs to me now. Promise me you will keep it for only me and I will rock your world, girl.”
    “Yes, whatever you want. I can’t take anymore of this. You’re making me crazy,” she moans.
    I slide my cock into her and allow the blissful feeling of finally being home to overtake me.
    She feels so fucking good. My thrusts become more desperate and I rapidly pump in and out of the woman I have obsessed over for so many months. She cries out, finally getting the release she needs when an orgasm hits her fast and hard.
    “Did I give you permission to come?” I give her no time to answer before I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a large, very sharp hunting knife.
    I stand over my precious prey and hold a knife to her throat while I smear her perfectly applied lipstick onto her cheek. I gently run the pad of my thumb over her lips.
    I watch as tears run down her cheeks and she aimlessly moves her head from side to side.
    When I see her beginning to fall asleep due to the drugs I have given her, I sharply slap down on her cheek causing her eyes to widen in shock as I command her to, “Wake up!” My voice is cold, ensuring her that punishment is inevitable.
    I can feel the stirring in my loins again as she cries out, “I will be good. I will be good. Please, don’t hurt me.”
    Over and over, like a mantra, she is crying out to me.
    I place the handle of my knife between my teeth and begin to toy with her wet folds between her spread and accessible legs. In no time, her dance within my ropes becomes more urgent and her cries of, “Please, don’t hurt me” have now become “Pleeeeze, let me come.”
    Now she is eyeing me adoringly, as if I hold the answers to all of her questions. I guess, in a way, I do since I am the one who is completely in control.
    I place the knife in my other hand and lean down, biting into her soft breast tissue. I am enjoying listening to her cry out. I like listening to her tell me she will do anything I want her to do, even if I already know that.
    “Oh, I like hearing that, Melanie, and I know you will do anything I want you to do, young lady.”
    She is no longer eyeing me as if I am her abductor; she is now looking at me as if I am her savior.
    She is everything I dreamed she would be and I have not even begun to subject her to my training yet.
    I gently lay the knife out of her reach and onto the small nightstand that sits to the side of the bed.
    “Do you know who I am?” She shakes her head no.
    “I’m… The Black Rose Killer…”
    I wake up in a cold sweat with a sated cock. I can’t ever remember climaxing from nothing more than a dream. This woman, this innocent creature, has become all I think of and I must have her at all costs. I must have my sweet, little girl.
    I eye the clock which informs me it is 6:00am. I can’t wait any longer; I need her here with me. I dial my driver’s number and inform him that today is the day we retrieve Melanie. I’m tired of being so fixated on the woman. I can’t believe my obsession has escalated to the point that I am now having wet dreams.
    My driver is much more than a mere chauffeur. He is also my bodyguard and a confidante. Though he is unaware I am a serial killer, there really isn’t any other area of my life that he isn’t privy to. He has been in on every aspect of my plan to bring Melanie here. The timing is perfect due to the attack last night. Her fear for her and Tommy’s safety will make her more pliable and more likely to take the offer of employment to care for my aging aunt. Everything