Jon Reskind - Caesar comes book I

"That's my problem girl… little old ladies," Link said, grinning into the piece.

"Hmmm, I sense the bulling male coming to the forefront… but that isn't why I called you, Link," Lydia said. "Right now I'm in no mood to even waste words."

Link's smile faded. He sat up in his chair, dropping the cigar into the ashtray. This was the daughter of the most powerful man in the valley, and Aaron had made a point of letting him know she would call on him if she had problems while he, her father, was out of the country. He said: "What is it, Lydia?"

"Two nights in a row now, our herds have been raided. All together we've lost eight sheep and five dogs! Like I told Blakely, the sheep we can stand, but the dogs, no!"

"Has the deputy been out to the A and B?"

"Yesterday… and he did nothing. Suggested I make a government claim for our losses… but I don't know a damned thing about that, Link. Besides, what am I supposed to do, file papers every day? It's that Goddamned Caesar and his pack…"

"Yeah, I know, Lydia. You heard about Annie?"

"Yes… what a horrible thing," the husky voice sympathized. "And there'd be more, I'm thinking, if something isn't done… which is why I'm caging you. Frankly, I think our deputy sheriff is getting too Goddamned big for his britches!"

The big police chief licked at his lips, his mind racing to analyze her every word. He said: "There're those of us who'll readily agree with that. But… but I think you've got something in mind… right, girl?"

"Maybe," she huskily replied. "But… but I think you and I better get together and discuss it, Link… not over the telephone."

"I'm with you."

"I-l know you don't see eye-to-eye with Mr. Blakely, and right now… neither do I!"

"You… you sound like you might want his…" Link started, then cut himself short.

"His nuts! That's what I want, Link, and I'll tack them up on the wall of my bedroom!" she lewdly spat into his ear. "And I don't care what method I use in getting them… understand?"

Link couldn't control his grin. "I think so," he slowly answered, knowing the history of their affair and how Mark's sudden, unexpected marriage to Jean had destroyed it. He sensed the bitter jealousy in her tone, along with the vengeance. Shit, she was something else, too, and wild as a hawk! What a fuck she'd be… if she wasn't Aaron Newell's daughter…! "How can I help you… baby?"

He heard her light titter of laughter. "Boy, are you some lover this morning," she taunted. "What's wrong, has Nell taken to separate bedrooms?"

He didn't bother answering the direct question. "Just trying to be of public service, little girl," he said, pleased with the way he was toying words and suggestive endearments with her, his heavy cock pulsating in his pants.

"Okay, if I can trust you in the same room with me," Lydia's sensuous voice half-whispered. "Come out to the ranch as soon as you can. I've an idea that might prove profitable to both of us. It's a little lurid, but should it work, Darling, we both can get what we want."

Again, Link licked at his thick lips. Darling, she'd said. The young bitch… if she wasn't Aaron's daughter…! "I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said. "And you know you can trust old Link…"

Jean Blakely awakened to a typical, sunny California morning, a warm sensation of pleasureful gratification mellowing her curvaceous young body. She sighed, stretching languorously beneath the thin covering of the satin sheet, finally aware of her nakedness. She seldom slept in the complete raw, she idly thought, especially when Mark wasn't beside her, and he had been on duty last night, hadn't he…?

Abruptly, Jean sat upright in the bed, the thin sheet falling to her slender waist, exposing the lush twin mounds of her rounded white breasts. My God, had she dreamed it, or had it actually happened? The pleasant torpor she had momentarily enjoyed immediately dissolved into anxious alertness as her brain was flooded with a barrage of frightening mental reflections! Habitually, she tossed her head then brushed the disheveled tresses of her long blonde hair behind her naked shoulders. It had to have been a nightmare… all of it, she logically reasoned, swallowing at the tightness in her throat. But then, as she moved in the bed, she sensed the viscid wetness dampening the warm, smooth flesh of her vaginal lips and soft inner-thighs and quickly pressed the sheet back to investigate.

She both saw and felt with her exploring fingers, the still moist saturation of her sparse young pubic-hair and the sticky secretion seeping from between her legs, causing the narrow ribbon of pink intimate flesh to sparklingly glisten. My God… it was true… not a nightmare! It had actually happened! Caesar… he had been there and… and made love to her!

Jean's brain reeled in combination shock and sensual revival as it began to vividly recount all that had happened, even to the three who had burst in on her in the darkness while she was… was… yes, fingering herself! But, had that part really happened… had they been there… tied her to the bed…? Anxiously, she swung to the floor and gaped around the room! Yes… there was her shredded nightie… and the bonds they'd tied her with! Stockings, they had used… and Caesar had untied them with his teeth! Oh God… that beautiful animal, she breathlessly recalled, tiny sensations of loving warmth rippling through her naked loins and tremorous belly at the memory of him…!

The rattling sound of a key in the front door-lock startled her. Mark… he was just coming home! Quickly, she picked up her robe from the boudoir chair and slipped into it, buttoning as she moved about the room snatching up all the telltale evidence, her confused mind racing along a new vein. As much as she wanted to tell him everything, she realized that she could not… not even of the three who had broken with the intentions of raping her! How could she explain why they had left without doing what they'd came for? She would have to bring Caesar into it, and that she had no intentions of doing! Mark would never rest until he'd killed the great dog, which, she desperately realized, would be the equivalent at that unsettled moment, of destroying a part of her…!

"Oh, so you're already up," Mark said, filling the doorway and smiling tiredly at her. "I thought maybe I could sneak in and kiss you awake."

Jean managed a nervous little smile in response, taking the small bundle of silkish items she had gathered to a dresser-drawer and carelessly tucking them away. "If I'd known, I would've waited and pretended," she said, crossing the room to him and raising her lips to be kissed.

Mark did, hungrily slipping his arms around her to draw her tightly against him. He kissed her warmly, then raised his head several inches to gaze into her beautiful face. "About yesterday, baby… cripes, I'm sorry. I was so damned exhausted… but next time it's going to be different, I promise you that!"

Jean stretched upward and kissed his lips, wholly conscious of his sincerity. Momentarily, a gentle glow of deep love filled her, commanding her immediate attention at the feel of his strong, hard body pressed against the soft yield of her own. God… how she wished she could tell him everything… but how could she…? She placed her hands onto his chest and gently pressured away from him.

"You must be hungry, Darling," she said, taking his hand and moving into the hallway. "Come on, I'll fix us some breakfast."

"I'm starved if you want to know the truth," he replied, moving wearily along behind her. "Walking the streets all night isn't exactly my cup of tea. I don't know how the old beat-cop ever stood up under it. No wonder they called him 'flatfoot'."

With a sigh, he slipped into the breakfast nook and leaned his head back to watch her wash her hands, then measure ground coffee into the percolator. Jean felt his keen eyes on her back and an uncontrollable tremor of guilt chilled the length of her spine. She was even hesitant to ask him what had happened… if they had seen or heard the wild pack… afraid she might somehow betray her wonderful animal-lover and the forbidden secret they shared together. She could hardly keep the great dog out of her mind, remembering in lucid retrospect flashes of the ecstasy he had brought her…!