Page 37 of Dark Flame

“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 needanycock. 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.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Flip set the stack of paper down on the conference table and rubbed his eyes, the beginnings of a headache pressed against his forehead. He had been reading for days, and his eyes ached from the strain, but his heart ached even more.

All of these children used, experimented on, for someone else’s perverse pleasure. There were far more children involved in the Aries Project than they’d initially believed. When Moore’s actions were stopped by the military, and he was pushed out, he continued to look for those that might meet his criteria.

He’d started with their parents. If they were strong, intelligent, with no history of severe illnesses, he was going to make sure they were somehow brought under his rule. He’d even gone so far as to replace birth control with faulty options. Whether that meant condoms that had been tampered with or birth control pills swapped out for placebo, he was on board with anything.

Flip’s own file was not particularly helpful. It seemed they weren’t completely certain of the limits of his abilities, and if he were honest, he wasn’t sure either. There was reference to their concern if he should become ‘out of control’ and whether or not anyone could stop him.

“Did you find anything?” he said, turning toward Spook.

His friend’s lighter features seemed darker in the room, his head leaning over the stacks of paper, auburn hair falling in his eyes.

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