Chapter 1
Juan finds himself lonely, and even though he has all he could ever need - money, power, success, status, and he can choose from the city elites, he can select any girl he could ever want - he still wants more. He needs something thrilling, something extra!
This is how it starts.
Juan visits the local bar late one night in October, while the wind is howling and all shutters are closed. He looks around him, sees the sexy blonde-haired woman in her red high heels, and as the night progresses he orders himself tequilas and then suddenly walks over to the blonde. “Honey, I’m lonely. Could I interest you in a drink?” he asks. “I would love to have you join me, since a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be so alone.”
The blonde looks up, “Name’s Lola, would sure appreciate a pomegranate martini. Sure why not?” she smiles sweetly at him as she gets up and sashays over to his table. He orders her martini and tequila for him, with the drinks in hand, he walks to his table, hands her the martini and sits. She’s not strikingly beautiful, yet she has those kind of eyes that pierce your soul, the full lips and a petite nose, her features aren’t striking, they’re just pretty.
“So, you new here or did you disguise that pretty face?”
“Oh, me? I come round here once, twice a week, girls’ got to make a living you know. Seen you around before, but got business pretty quick then.” She smiles, her sensual mouth curving upwards yet her eyes stay untouched.
“Care to show me your business? Could use a little company myself.”
“I charge for keeping company, honey, and it usually becomes that little extra, if you get my drift.” She winks at him, and sips her martini. He moves closer to her, tugs at her black mini skirt and moves it upwards whilst his hand snakes its way up her leg. He nods at the door, looks to her for approval and stands up, pulling her with him.
They drive in silence. The air filled with excitement, and Lola sneaks a peak at Juan. She had never even asked his age, but she figures him to be in his late 20’s, maybe early 30’s, surely no older than 34. His green eyes seem like pools, that stretch into eternity, with his blue-black hair, he attracts attention fast. His lean, muscled body hints at regular gym sessions, maybe daily. She loses herself deeper in thought, and then suddenly they halt outside a huge house. Juan gets out, and opens her door, she smiles shyly, never before has a man done that for her.
The old clock in the hallway reads past midnight and Juan is filled with desire, but not just sexual desire, this desire goes deeper, yet he cannot explain it. Lola is like a puppy seeking attention, she abides to his wishes, and as he fills his lust off her, he has the sudden yearning to strangle and hurt her, he needs to feel her fear. Juan turns away, walks to the bathroom, washes his hands, deep in thought. Lola is dressing once again, but Juan walks up behind her, and places his hands on hers, stopping her.
He lets his hands slowly travel to her hips, and tickling her slightly, his fingertips brush upwards, towards her breasts. He cups them momentarily, and she can feel his erection rubbing against her ass, as she sways her hips gently from side to side, transfixed in the moment. Then his hands are on her throat, and he starts squeezing. Lola is used to all kinds of foreplay in her profession and therefore thinks nothing of it. She feels the pressure lessen, and Juan whispers in her ear, “Don’t move.”
Suddenly Lola feels a shortness of breath, a burning sensation, her hand comes up. As she feels the warm, sticky mess ooze through her fingers, she feels a pang of fear shoot through her. Juan watches in horrific fascination as she slumps to the floor, staining his pristine white carpet a scarlet red, low guttural moans escaping from her mouth. Her heart still pumping in a futile attempt to carry blood and oxygen to the brain. He watches as resignation plays across her features, and then it is over. Lola is dead, and the feeling of power that surges through Juan is as deadly as it is dangerous and he knows it.
***
Two days later.
Juan is sitting in his office doing research, he wants more than just the pleasure of death, he wants control, total and complete control. Lola was just the first step in Juan’s new game, she was merely the first of many to come. He always figured himself as dark and dangerous, handsome with a hint of adventure, girls clamor around him, hang on his every word, they simply can’t get enough of Juan Viviere. Juan is, after all, the sexiest bachelor in town, still in his early thirties combined with his good looks and deadly charm girls find him irresistible. He knows all of this, though. Soon Juan finds himself going through a list of all the known females in the city. He has all he needs at his feet. His television is on, playing softly in the background, he must know when they find Lola’s body and what they make of it.
Busy with his search for addictive drugs and all the information possible on each type, he feels tense chills running down his spine and turns to the TV-set. A perfect sketch of Lola meets his gaze, and the reporter gives a perfect description of Lola. The details are swiftly explained, how and where her body was found. The reporter ends dramatically, stating that should anyone have information he or she should immediately come forward. Juan feels his body relax slightly, thus they don’t have a suspect yet, but he knows they might wait for the one wrong move from a suspect that will indicate that person. He didn’t buy into the law-firm for nothing, although he’s just a sleeping partner, he knows all the works and how easily a suspect is caught. Juan is suddenly glad nobody saw them leave the bar on Monday night, and that he dumped her body in the other side of town. Nobody will connect him to that.
With a stack of papers, Juan finally leaves the office, heading for home. He has contacted all necessary persons to get the drugs he needs, and will get them tomorrow. The first is opium, a lethal drug weaker than heroin and morphine yet still addictive.
At home, he orders take-away pizzas and waits until his food arrives, then he goes for a quick shower and starts planning his actions ahead. He finds names of places that do soundproofing, then he orders chains and shackles, a box of syringes with needles, an alarm-system, dark blinds for all 11 rooms in his huge three-story house, and finally poster-beds for all the bedrooms. Juan finds himself chuckling at the thought of what lies ahead, yet he knows how fast all this must happen and how quickly the tracks must be cleared. Juan sets everything up so that the renovations can begin the following day, he needs all this to be done by the end of next week.
Time passes quickly and soon the changes to his house is finished and Juan can enjoy his quiet leisure and can relax fully again. Luckily, he knows many people recently put in the same soundproofing than he did and that won’t be a problem. On Friday, the first of November, Juan goes to the bar and orders him a few shots of whisky, then he gets up and leaves. He wanders the city streets, looking for a nice restaurant or diner, he still has to eat, and then he finds the perfect place.
A small group of college girls are enjoying themselves - eating pizza, sharing gossip, flirting and joking around. In the corner, Juan finds an open table, sits and orders a Hawaiian pizza. He observes, watching the cute redhead standing slightly away from the rest of the group, not participating in their flirty and somewhat slutty behavior. He finds her attractive, her red hair is curled slightly at the ends and her face is heart-shaped, her hands small, her long legs do things to him. She could be about 23, Juan guesses her age and stares openly at her curved lips, she attracts him like a magnet, she is wearing a purple top, extremely short shorts, almost exposing her ass. Her top has those thin straps, a deep “V”-line exposing a beautiful cleavage and bust. He guesses her to be a size 28.
He is extremely intent on details and observing people are fun to him. He watches them for a long time, then walks deliberately close to the redhead, bumping into her slightly, smiles at her, “Hi, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you, I’m so clumsy, please forgive me?”
She smiles at him, “Oh it’s nothing, really.”
“You seem bored…”
“That’s because I am bored. I don’t like going out all that much.”
“Thought so, you’re more the shy type, eh? Not exactly your scene this, is it?”
“No, but it’s Jeanie’s birthday and we decided to celebrate a while. Though don’t know why she picked me as well, she knows these girls aren’t my crew, we don’t mingle, if you know what I mean.” With this she winked at him and stood a little closer to him, “You here alone, or expecting a date?”
He looked around in mock surprise, a grin spreading over his handsome features, and Isabella found herself, if just slightly, attracted to the older man. Juan smiled directly at her, “No, I guess I’m alone tonight.” He replied, “Care if I buy a beautiful lady such as yourself a drink?”
She blushed, looking slightly embarrassed. He liked how she flushed, the reddish color making her even more strikingly attractive. Suddenly she felt reckless, she wanted to learn more about this stranger, and he seemed very observant and therefore intrigued her. “Sure, why not. But only if you drag me away from this lot”, she nodded her head in the direction of the other girls.
He took her hand, the touch sending an exhilarating sense of adventure and thrill through his body. She shivered slightly, trying to pull back her hand, she had felt it too. He asked what she would drink and then went over to the bar to place an order. Then he put his hand on her lower back, steering her to his table, pulled out her chair and moved his own close to her before seating himself. Then he lifted her fiery hair and leaned close, his voice barely a whisper, “I like the way you’re dressed, you look sexy and hot, you make me horny, I want you to know that.” Then he let her hair tumble down, sifting it through his fingers, a smile tugging at his mouth.
Isabella lost herself in his words, it was the first time anyone – let alone such a handsome man – ever admitted to her making him horny, and she didn’t know just how to react. Instead, she ran her fingers slowly up his thigh, enjoying the sense of power that surged through her at his sigh of obvious pleasure. Then their drinks arrived and the spell was broken, yet she felt instinctively that it would continue someplace else. He still had one hand under her hair, stroking her throat and she enjoyed it very much. A sudden thought struck her, she didn’t even know his name, and here she was, reacting to him like a schoolgirl to a first kiss, getting wet and hot for him and all he did was touch her neck. This was foolish, she knew, yet she couldn’t allow herself to make it stop, she couldn’t resist the sensations he created.
He leaned back, relaxing, knowing she was attracted to him, even though it had been barely fifteen minutes they’d been together, alone. He sensed her inner struggle, her fight for control and knew she had succumbed to the sensations he’d awakened in her. Juan was smiling, took his hand away then as an afterthought introduced himself.
“I’m Juan, by the way. And I presume a sexy kitten like yourself has an even lovelier name to accompany those sexy eyes?”
She blushed, looked away, back again, a smile on her lips. “I’m Isabella, and no, it’s not glamorous or sexy!”
He laughed, a deep, infectious sound from within. “It is indeed a very lovely name.” He winked and a slow smile appeared. She watched him intently, her tongue darting across her lips, moistening them. A steady blush creeping up from her neck.
“It is rather a plain and common name.”
He shook his head, “No, dear, it really isn’t, I’ve been around some, and it seems very rare to me.”
Defiantly she answered, “Well it’s not. I don’t care how it seems to you.” She bit her lower lip.
“My, my, but we are feisty, aren’t we? Careful kitten, I might play along.” With that, he placed his hand on her thigh, his thumb stroking the white, milky flesh, tantalizing her skin, causing goose bumps to rise.
She grinned at him, al rational thoughts escaping her mind. “I might enjoy that for once.” She wish she could retract her words, she sounded slutty, want-on, she didn’t know what had possessed her, she didn’t know this side of her personality. She was acting as if they were lovers yet she barely knew him an hour. Juan, on the other hand, was enjoying her feistiness and sudden shyness, enjoyed teasing her and watching those green embers in her eyes light with new suppressed passion and lust.
He continued buying her drinks; she continued flirting, eventually her friends left. They were eventually also asked to leave as the restaurant was closing up and it was just past midnight already. Juan put a hand possessively on the small of her back and drew her close to him as they walked downtown in search of an open pub or such, and Isabella was touched by this action, and by now, half-drunk. They reached a small pub, hidden in the small aisle between to big office buildings. It was warm and cozy inside, a comfortable atmosphere and few fellow drunks occupied the pub. After a few more drinks, they decided to leave, and Juan led her to the sidewalk, both swaying slightly yet he seemed to be holding her up. They hailed a taxi and were soon speeding to Juan’s stately home.
Juan leads Isabella through to the kitchen, and offers her a bite, he has small cookies he had bought earlier and she takes a few. Afraid that she might overdose from the opium, he stands behind her and watches as she eats two, and then he shoves his hand under the tumbling mass of her hair, and pulls her head backwards to face him, and seizes her mouth with his own, he claims her as his. At first she’s too shocked by the sudden yearning to react properly but then her lips part and she opens up to him. He strokes her neck and throat sensually, his fingers tracing the hollow at the base of her throat, the milky skin teasing his senses, begging him to ravish her. He turns her around so that she is facing him, her hands move up to his hips on own accord and she shyly starts edging his jeans off his hips a few inches, just to bare the skin she finds so sexy, smooth.
He takes her into the first of his many rooms and can see she is starting to feel the effects of the opium, her words are more swift, her actions involuntary, her mind reeling on a path of it’s own making. He must have her, NOW! His groin is aching with unspent lust, the bulge in his jean throbbing rhythmically to her strokes, her fleeting touch on his bared skin, as she teases him more, he feels his control slip away…