The Executioner by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online

slathering my juices over my ass would throw me off guard.
    “Uh oh, somebody is in trouble.” He fists my hair and pulls my head back, growling into my ear, “Mmm, looks like I’m not going anywhere tonight. I get to sleep with you because I can’t very well leave your ass tied to a bed, spread eagle and alone, can I? But first, you have a little ass beating coming, don’t you?”
    I don’t know how long that man fucks me and spanks my ass, pulling orgasm after orgasm from my body, before I fall into a heap of helplessness. True to form, just as he promised, he ties my ass spread eagle to the bed and spends the night with me.
    Sometime during the night, he loosens my bonds and I cuddle into him. Holding his solid warmth is like nestling up next to a wild black bear under brush. Feelings of being secure and protected overwhelm me. I am safe in the arms of a killer.
     
     

     
     

    Kansas
    For the first time in years, I sleep through the night. If Trent hadn’t woken me up to take me last night, I would have slept void of dreams and angst. It makes sense though, because I now sleep in the arms of the man who has taken me during my sleep so for so long.
    I look into the face of the man eyeing me and run my fingers over the scar that runs from his eye halfway down his cheek.
    “What happened, Trent?”
    He answers as if he is in a trance.
    “I was a monster who fought for a living. Vicious underground fighting was how I made my living. I made great money and made a name for myself in the circuit as being a sadistic mad man. One night, I fought a guy who managed to sneak a knife into the ring and, before I knew what had happened, he had cut me down to the bone. People eyed me as if they feared me before the assault but, afterwards, I was a monster. Mothers would grab their children, huddling them closely, as if I were some kind of homicidal maniac. I couldn’t handle the way people looked at me and it was easier to just stay home. I lived in a dump after I quit fighting because there was no money coming in. I tossed around the idea of getting a computer app I had toyed around with patented. I never thought it would take off the way it did. One app led to another, which has led to me being rich beyond anything I have ever dreamed. I’ve made up my mind that I won’t bond with people now that I have money. They didn’t want me after I became marred and I can’t take a chance on them wanting me now just because I have money.”
    “Is that why you like control in the bedroom now?”
    “I’ve always been kinky, girl, and you fit the bill for feeding my kinky appetite. Now you…Why are you unwilling to bond with anyone?”
    “I don’t see myself as being that way. I just don’t go around looking for a man to make everything okay. I’m fine with being alone.”
    “Yet, you respond to a man who is so obsessed with you that he takes you and holds you hostage? You don’t find that to be odd?”
    “Well, when you word it like that I guess I do.”
    He catches me off guard with the next statement.
    “Do you think I’ve forgotten about my bedtime story? Get your ass up and get that computer booted up and start reading to me. You better hope it’s finished too.”
    In a matter of seconds, he takes me from being calm to being fearful. The look on his face clearly indicates that disobedience, in any form, will not be tolerated. I get up and look at him.
    “Can I go pee and brush my teeth while it boots up?”
    “Yes.”
    He walks behind me, following me after I turn on the computer. We take turns peeing and brushing our teeth and then he leads me out to my office chair. He folds his arms over his naked chest and says one word: “read.”
    The Hotel:
                   I entered the high end hotel and made my way through the lobby.
    With each click-clack of my heels, heads turned to eye me and remained watching. I am used to it by now. At almost six feet tall, I draw a lot of attention. Between that