Free The Executioner by Suzanne Steele Page B

me, grabbing my shoulders for leverage. He is fast and furious in his taking of me as he commands me to rub my clit and come for him. I oblige, milking him as my pussy locks around him, throbbing.
    A quick kiss on my back and the command to get in the shower is all I get before he cleans off and walks away. Though I don’t know what it is, I know him well enough to know something is on his mind.
     

    Executioner
    I make my way into my office and retrieve a burner cell to dial Miller. He immediately answers.
    “Well, look what the cat dragged in. Rumor has it you’re holed up with a woman. Has someone finally tamed you?”
    “Yeah, I have to admit that is a true statement of faith, brother. On another note, I have a situation.”
    “Does it have anything to do with that girl that got snatched down on Main St. in that back alley?”
    ”Yes, and you won’t believe this shit. Her fucking psychiatrist abducted her for research.”
    “Damn, and I thought I was kinky.”
    “Me too, but you know kink is how we roll.”
    “Alright Trent, meet me at Diego’s at 10:00, and bring that little girl you’ve got; I’m bringing mine.”
    “Will do, we’ll see you then.”
    I look up to see Kansas standing in the doorway, biting her lip. “I don’t have anything to wear to meet your family.” Tears are welling up in her eyes and I pat my knee, signaling for her to sit on my lap. She nuzzles up next to me and I tease the opening the towel to tweak a nipple.
    “Do you actually believe that I have been stalking you all this time and I haven’t provided clothes for you?”
    “I didn’t think you had clothes of mine here because you have had me stay nude all this time.”
    “Nah, I’m just pervy like that. Come on,” I say, taking her hand and leading her into my master bedroom walk-in closet. “That whole side over there is yours, girl, and the master bath has a huge make-up vanity with all of your products, in your brands, I might add.”
    She turns around and hugs me tightly. “How can I ever thank you,” she squeals, as she kisses my cheek right where my scar is. I eye the towel that has fallen off of her body and onto the floor and raise my brow as I answer, “I can think of a few ways…”



Chapter Thirteen
    Dr. Winslow
    I stand over my experiment and watch her as she sleeps.
    This is more fun than I anticipated and I have not quite figured why I’m not tiring of her. Fuck it, because right now, I don’t care why… I want to play with my toy.
    I lean down and softly call out to my study specimen, “Here kitty, kitty, here kitty, kitty, kitty. Ah yeah, you are a cunning one aren’t you?”
    She awakens to view me calling out to her. She eyes me as if she is reasoning within herself. I can almost see her thought process, how does he know that I’m cunning?
    She looks at me and glares.
    “That’s not very nice!”
    I squeeze her throat with my hand through the bars of her cage. I can see her consciousness waning.
    I toss her back against the bars hard and say, “No, no, no, I want to play and you have to be conscious because I want details. It’s time for your therapy session.”
    I unlock the cage, her home, and gently pull her out.
    “You’re going to open up to me about Mommy Dearest. You’re going to tell me what it feels like when the one person in the world who is supposed to love you, loathes your very being.
    “You are going to go into vivid detail of how your fucked up childhood ruined your marriage. You are going to be very specific about your reasons for taking birth control behind your husband’s back. I want to hear all about how you were scared to bring a child into the world, scared that you were born without the mother gene, scared you would traumatize a child the same way you were traumatized.
    “You are going to open up to me about all of the things you skimmed over in our many counseling sessions in the past. I want you to reveal all to me. I want to see the real pain and agony