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The Zodiac Killer
Author:Wl Knightly

The Zodiac Killer

Wl Knightly




Prologue





Alicia winced as the needle pierced her back. The pain would be over soon, and marking her flesh would seal the covenant with her Lover. The collar she wore bit into her skin as she lay face-down on the bed. She balled the soft cotton hotel sheet in her fist, searching for a distraction from the pain but not finding it.

She’d hated needles her whole life. As a child, she’d cry whenever she saw one, and once, she’d even kicked the doctor when he’d tried to vaccinate her. Her mother had spanked her legs and told her to sit still. The woman had never been the comforting type. She’d been as nurturing as a serpent to a mouse.

She pushed the thoughts away and concentrated on the pain that was now. They’d been at it for an hour already, and even though she was mostly numb from the repetitive vibrations, there were still moments when it hurt like hell.

The tattoo needle hit a tender spot, sending a jolt of electricity through every nerve, and she fought the urge to jump. “Fuck! How much longer?”

“I’ll be done when I’m done,” the artist said. “You’ll do as Lover says and be a good little girl. You don’t know how lucky you are to have someone care about you so much—a useless druggie whore like yourself.” There was a smile in his voice and laughter on the edge of his tone.

Shame burned in her gut; she wanted to please Lover. She’d tested her own will and tried to prove herself on every level. And that was what brought her to the hotel to mark her flesh at her Lover’s whim. She had learned to give herself over to Lover’s power.

The elevator shaft was located just across the hall, and Alicia could hear the motors whirring as it made its ascent. Her heart filled with warmth, and a smile spread across her face. She knew how pleased Lover would be when the door opened to reveal her lying there, doing her task like a good little submissive, naked and vulnerable to the man who was inking her skin.

Alicia heard the sounds of wine being poured and the needle paused.

“Drink.” Lover’s voice was so powerful, and yet, like a song to her ears, it warmed her soul.

She stayed on her belly, knowing the command was not for herself. The artist gulped down his drink and made an annoying little “ah” sound afterward. She closed her eyes to keep from rolling them, which was never allowed.

Lover was quiet, and Alicia could only guess the two were communicating through glances. Finally, the artist’s voice broke the silence. “Are you pleased with the ink, Lover?”

“It will do.”

Alicia deflated a little, not knowing if the work that would forever be drawn into her back was of good quality. She didn’t want to be displeasing to Lover. No one in her life had ever done so much for her. Lover had taken her in and given her affection that she’d never known. For the first time, she felt human and alive. Even though she’d slipped a few times, she vowed to herself never to hurt Lover by telling. She didn’t want to be a disappointment, and Lover’s punishments could be brutal. She still bore the scars from her trials when she’d failed to be respectful.

“On your knees, Flower,” Lover said. Alicia’s whole body warmed as she stood up and dropped to her knees. “Let’s make it all fours. It’s time for you to thank the man for his work.”

The artist gave a cackling laugh. “How very generous of you.”

“Mount her at your whim. She’s grateful for the work you did on her collar. It’s a perfect fit.”

Alicia wanted to verbalize how thankful she was, but instead, she braced herself for what would surely be a brutal taking. She’d heard all about the artist and his tastes. He was a vile human, a harsh master who took pain sluts and had no idea that BDSM was more about respect and trust than cruelty.

A hand cracked down on her ass, and she winced. “You’ll be a good girl, won’t you?” the artist asked.

Lover chuckled. “She’s always a good, obedient girl. Aren’t you, Flower?”

Alicia thought of the things she’d done and hoped that Lover would never know she’d stolen the money to buy a quick fix, or that she’d lied about where she’d been.

A single tear ran down her cheek as the guilt consumed her. “Yes, Lover. Always the best little girl for you.”

The artist’s rough hands gripped her hips, and a moment later, his rigid erection jutted hard against her pussy and then plunged deep.

She cried out as another hand made contact with her ass. The pleasure was intense and continued for what seemed like hours, even though she was sure it was only minutes.

She braced herself, trying to be strong as her breasts slapped together. The artist’s sweaty body soaked her back as he writhed over her, growling like a rabid dog.

“Seed her!” Lover commanded.

The artist snarled like a beast and grunted with every thrust. Alicia winced but trusted Lover’s command. Moments later, she was left soaked to the core. Lover seemed pleased from where he watched across the room with a smirk.

Alicia felt dirty and used, but she’d desecrate herself a thousand times over to please Lover.

“You may relax.” There was no kindness in the command.

Alicia let out a soft sigh and turned to see that the artist was smiling. His features were beautiful enough, and he was good at most things, including making her orgasm, but his reputation made him less than attractive. Lover was the only person who had turned her on with a single look.

“Pleasure doing business again. You call me if you need anything.” The artist put away his cock and then began to pack up his kit, but Lover poured them all a drink.

“Have a taste with us. One more for the road.”

He looked like he wanted to protest, but shrugged. “What the hell. Nothing like a drink with good company.” He tipped his drink back, and Lover smiled as he drank it down.

Alicia sipped her glass slowly. When she reached the last drop, the artist fell to the floor. Instinctively, she lurched forward as if she could have caught the man, who hit the edge of the bed and bounced off onto the floor like a sack of potatoes. A shriek left Alicia’s throat, and Lover yelled a command.

“On your knees!” Lover’s hand twirled, and Alicia spun around and faced the wall, her heart fluttering faster than hummingbird wings. Lover’s breath fell upon her ear. “You lying little whore.”