The Black Fox (The Dirty Heroes Collection)

“Have you, daddy?” she moans, wrapping her silken thighs around me. “Will you touch me?”

“Everywhere,” I murmur against her mouth between kisses.

“Will you love me?”

“With all my heart.”

“Will you…” She hesitates for a moment, her eyes filled with uncertainty. Even fear. She needn’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt her.

“Will you…punish me?” Her hands slide down my chest and stroke the leather belt at my hips. “Will you hurt me, Black Fox? Will you tell me I’m your filthy little girl, and stripe my skin with thick red marks?”

I watch her pale fingers undo my belt, the buckle clinking gently. I seize her hands and plant them above her head. “Lolita, no. Why do you want that?”

She bites her lip, and whispers, “Someone told me I deserve it, and I think he’s right.”

How vulnerable she is, pinned beneath me, her arms above her head. How easy it would be for me to do anything I want to her.

Anything at all.

I leap from the bed, horror plunging through me. She wants him. She craves him. If I unleash him now, what if I can’t reel him back in? What if he takes over everything, and I can never find sanctity as the Black Fox ever again?

What if she learns to loves him more than she loves me? I look down at her soft, prone body, so fresh and unmarked, her eyes filled with need for someone I was so sure that she hated.

Lolita sits up, bewildered. “Black Fox?”

Without another word, I run from the room. Not out through the balcony doors, the way I came in.

Through her bedroom door.

I don’t realize my mistake until I’m back in the guest bedroom, my back pressed against the door and my chest heaving. I wait, unable to move, waiting for Lolita’s scream to pierce the night. For her to wake the whole castle with shouts that Zacarias is the Black Fox; Zacarias has been taking advantage of her; Zacarias is a foul beast who must be rousted from the castillo; Zacarias must die.

The silence endures. I tear off my mask and cape and sag against the door, my head in my hands. How did this happen? This curse is overtaking everything in my life, even my beloved, the one thing that I thought would be safe from him. I look at the mask lying discarded on the floor. From me.

Lolita is a dozen or so meters away, alone in that big bed, restless and aroused. In need. In need of me. Of my belt. Of the discipline she craves that I can mete out on her delicate flesh.

My teeth are gritted so tight that they might shatter in my head. Without the cape and mask I’m just a man, and powerful lust overtakes me. As I rip open the door and pound down the corridor, I think I hear evil, gloating laughter.

Lolita has her head under the pillows when I charge back into her room. She starts to sit up, but I push her face back down. It’s me now, Zacarias, and unlike him, I’m not gentle.

“Black Fox,” she moans, and her back arches.

I quickly take off my black shirt and use it as a mask to tie over her eyes. Her short, silky nightgown with its thin straps is slipping from over her shoulders, and I pull it down her body and use it to tie her wrists behind her back. She whimpers as I pull the knots tight and regard her naked body, blindfolded and tied, and ready for me to misuse. She wriggles her knees wider, so eager for me to get started.

I slide my belt beneath her hips and hoist her ass into the air so I can get a good look at her gleaming wet, pink pussy. So this is what she is for her Black Fox. A horny little thing who wants a big man to hit her and a big cock to pummel her into submission.

I take a hold of her ass and give it a vicious squeeze. “That’s it, mi niñita. Be a bad girl for daddy.”

8

Lolita

His breath is hot and menacing in my ear. I couldn’t move if I tried as he has my wrists tied behind my back so tightly. The leather of his belt caresses my bare ass and thighs. My cheek and shoulders are against the bed while my ass is propped up in the air. I can feel the Black Fox kneeling on the bed beside me. He slips a hand beneath me and palms my breasts, squeezing my flesh hungrily.

My breath comes short and fast. Now that I’m waiting for the first blow, I almost want to beg him not to do it.

He leans down and speaks in a murmur. “I’ll give you what you’re craving, Little Lo. But if you scream, I will gag you and strap you even harder.”

My body ripples at the threat in his voice.