CHAPTER TWENTY
“Ms. Viskoff? Do you need anything further before I leave for the night?”
The young man was hoping for sex. She could sense it in his voice and in the stretch of his shorts. Viskoff was older, but with all the plastic surgery, you would never know it. Besides that, she was a willing partner, ready to experiment in ways that he could only dream of with girls his own age.
“I don’t think so,” she said lazily, rubbing her legs together. “Did you have something specific in mind, Rodrigo?”
“Umm, no, no, ma’am, I just wanted to be sure you were taken care of before I leave.”
She stared at the young man, his lean, hard body tan and muscled from his labors. He was delightful in bed, always willing to explore with her. He was even willing to cope with a little pain to get to the pleasure part of their day. But he was also young and easily led.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, switched from pleasure to business. Frustrated, she waved him away. Rodrigo was disappointed and moved toward the hallway.
“Yes?”
“Ms. Viskoff, we’ve handled that matter,” said the two men standing in front of her. They were both former Mexican military but now completely loyal to her. She made sure of it. Their families, homes, everything was in her control.
“And just how did you do that, gentlemen?” she asked, standing to face them.
She was well aware that the thin black robe left nothing to the imagination. Her new perky breasts and rosy nipples poked through the material, the thin strip of hair at her apex curling nicely, glistening from her encounter with Rodrigo.
“We, um, we took the body out to sea and made sure the sharks took him.”
“Excellent and the others? Have we heard anything?” She turned toward the men, her robe gaping open to give them a view of her breasts and sweet pussy. They’d interrupted her potential fun, so she needed one of them to step up.
“We received a message saying they killed four of them.” He handed her the note and smiled. If it were just one, she would be suspicious, but she knew this group traveled together. Her disappointment was evident, however, when she read Isobel and Regan’s names.
“Damn!” The men jumped back, and she grinned inwardly. Good. They were frightened of her. They needed to be.
“Can we do anything else for you, ma’am?” asked one of the men.
“Yes, find the others! I want them all dead!”
“All, ma’am?”
“That’s what I fucking said! I want them all dead!”
The two men turned and left the room as quickly as they could. Karena lay on the chaise and sighed. Smiling, she opened her legs and touched herself, moaning seductively. She waited until she heard the sound she knew was there.
“I hear you, Rodrigo. You’ve been a bad boy. Come here,” she purred.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Viskoff. I just wanted you so badly.” He rubbed his crotch without thought, without any sense of decency or decorum. He just knew he needed to be inside her.
“Yes, I know, sweet boy,” she cooed. “It’s alright. Come. Come here.”
She pointed between her legs, and he smiled. The long hard ridge of his cock pressed against his shorts, and she could already feel the excitement building within her.
Rodrigo knelt between her legs and massaged her inner thighs, running his thumbs up to touch the wetness waiting for him. This woman’s sex drive was like no other, and he was fortunate enough to be at the receiving end of it.
“Taste me, Rodrigo. Taste me,” she moaned.
He obeyed, lowering his head and flicking his tongue in and out as she moaned and writhed with pleasure. It took her only moments to release on his tongue, the sweet savory liquid coating his mouth like sugar.
Pushing his chest down, she released his cock and slid herself on him, moving up and down. Her tits bounced before his eyes like waves of delight filling his thoughts with lust.
His innocence couldn’t be contained as he squeezed the new mounds of flesh, flicking the hard nipples. His youth showed little control as she rode him hard and fast, knowing she would make him come quickly. Sweat trickled down his chest, and she licked away the drops, one by one. Standing, she moved toward her dresser, smiling the entire time.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you, darling?” she said.
“I did, Ms. Viskoff. It’s always amazing,” he said, grinning at her. He knew that he was her favorite, the one she called when she needed satisfaction. He stretched, feeling proud of himself.
“Yes, it is always amazing, darling. But,” she said, turning toward him, her face suddenly dark with anger, “I don’t like to be spied on, and you spied on me.”
He stared at the woman for a moment, shocked. She was displeased with him, and she had never shown displeasure before.
“I-I didn’t spy. I promise I heard nothing. I just wanted you,” he said meekly.
She straddled his legs once more and smiled. The wetness of her pussy rubbed against his thighs, and his cock sprang to life immediately. Ahhh, the blessings of youth.
“I know, darling. I know you wanted to please me, but,” she said, gripping his cock at the head, “you did not.” From behind her back, she wielded the long shining blade. With one quick swipe, she brought the blade to the base of his cock, gripping the other end in her hand.
He screamed as blood and urine spilled from his body. The pain and agony were beyond his youthful comprehension. He tried to roll from beneath her, but her strong thighs held firm.
“I do not like spies, and I do not need any cock. I need one that works for me. I need one that does what I say immediately. I said go and you did not. This will be a lesson for you,” she said, staring at the cock in her hand, the dangling blood dripping on her floor.
She stood calmly and walked toward the bathroom, placing his penis in the wastebasket. His cries were weaker now, more like that of a child. Picking up her phone, she hit the button.
“Send someone to clean up my mess.”
She hung up the phone and turned away from Rodrigo. Stripping off her negligée, she entered the shower to wash the blood and sex from her body. Ten minutes later, she entered the bedroom to see no chaise, no blood, and no Rodrigo.
The men had done exactly as she asked. They’d cleaned up the mess. They’d taken out the trash, and they made sure nothing would come back to her. She could feel the sense of accomplishment fill her chest once again.
She smiled to herself. It was good to be powerful.