Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Landon
I’d always thought the most beautiful sight in the world was Fiona’s face when she looked up at me right before she came. There was always a glow, a shimmer in the depths of her eyes. Her teeth would catch and hold her bottom lip for the briefest moment until her mouth opened and her cries of pleasure were shouted while her eyes widened, her skin flushed and she threw back her head, her back bowing in surrender to the orgasm coursing through her.
I’d been wrong.
Turned out she was even more beautiful when she didn’t have any clue as to what to say, what to expect. When I’d entered her ass, she’d gasped and pushed into my hands rather than arched away. Her speech was that of a woman so deep in arousal she couldn’t form actual words. Instead of coursing through her, when she came, it was as if she’d imploded before immediately exploding. The walls of her ass contracted so tightly around my cock I’d been unable to move. Her arms and legs jerked, her head arched back so far I could see the tendons in her neck stretching. Her scream ripped through the air and then she went silent and completely limp. If it hadn’t been for the continued contractions of her muscles, including those around my dick, I might have feared she’d had a coronary. Instead, I recognized the signs.
La petite mort.
The little death.
After being teased and edged for so long, Fiona’s orgasm had been so intense, so all-consuming she’d passed out. After slowly pulling out of her, I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. I managed to pull the quilt down far enough to take a seat on the edge of the mattress and, with her still in my arms, scooted and twisted until my back was against the pillows piled at the headboard. Sliding my legs under the quilt, I then pulled it up and tucked it around Fiona.
She was even stunning in sleep. Her skin was cream with a fan of freckles that always made me want to trace my fingertip over them. Long lashes rested against her cheeks that had been full of color but were now alabaster. Tendrils of her hair had come loose from her ponytail and I played with them, pushing them from her forehead, her cheeks to twine around my fingers. I had no clue how long I held her before I saw her eyelids began to flutter. By the time they opened, I was smiling down at her.
“Welcome back.”
She might be awake but she wasn’t yet back with me. I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “You had a bit of subdrop.”
“A bit?” She wiggled to rearrange herself into a more comfortable position in my arms. “I’m pretty sure I dropped straight through the basement and wound up somewhere pretty close to the center of the earth.”
I chuckled and bent to kiss her forehead. “Consider me corrected. Watching you come so many times, witnessing you squirting, seeing you so in touch with what you needed that you lost all sense of boundaries… that was hot as fuck.”
Her face began to regain some color as she flushed, but when she attempted to look away, I cupped her chin and tilted her head until she looked up at me. “You were incredible. I have never felt as honored?—”
“You don’t have to say that. How can you say that? I peed?—”
“You didn’t pee, you squirted?—”
“All over the table! I’ll have to throw it out and?—”
Shaking my head, I dropped my hand from her chin and slid it to the back of her head. “Squirting isn’t pee, Fiona, it’s cum.”
Her eyes went the size of saucers. “No way.”
For a submissive who’d played in clubs, she could be naive. Then again, she’d told me her main purpose in going had been to find the release she needed that only came from a spanking. She’d had sex with various partners, but even that had been limited. In her own words, she was perfectly capable of getting herself off at home, but spanking her own butt didn’t offer anywhere near the same sensations or relief she craved.
“Yes way. Or if it helps, it’s also referred to as female ejaculate and is cum combined with?—”
Her hand over my mouth cut me off. “Let’s just leave the rest to the imagination, okay? If I find I need more info, that’s why they invented Google search.”
I took her hand and pulled it away but only far enough so that I could lean forward and kiss her palm. “Fair enough, but you’ve done that twice. Consider this the last free pass on the whole hand over my mouth thing. Okay?”
Fiona had the grace to blush. “I can’t promise I won’t, but I will promise to try. Will that work?”
“That will work just fine because every time you demonstrate your inability to remember, you will end up over my lap getting my hand applied to your ass. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her affirmation came with a little squirm that was followed by her eyes widening again. “How can you be so hard again? How long was I out?”
“Not that long, and, babygirl, all I have to do is look at you to get hard, and when you add a bit of squirming on top of my dick, well, nature just takes over. Though there is no ‘again’ involved here. I’ve been hard ever since I put your toy in place.”
Her smile reminded me of the Cheshire cat and I could practically see her back arching in feline pleasure… until her nose crinkled.
“You didn’t come?” She didn’t wait for my response before she yanked the quilt from around her. “Oh my god. How is that possible? You poor thing.”
I almost swallowed my tongue in an attempt not to burst out laughing as she wiggled off my lap only to kneel at my side and actually run her fingers up and down my dick as if she were petting some abandoned animal. But when she gently kissed the crown and slid the tip of her tongue into the slit, all thought left my head… at least the one between my shoulders.
Fee smiled. “Just relax, Daddy. I’ve got you.”
The next time I woke, the room was bright and Fiona was missing from my side which was unusual. She normally had to be coaxed to wake up and leave the bed. A glance at my watch told me I’d slept like the dead. It was almost ten. For someone who was up by six every morning, it was disorienting. Flipping back the covers, I padded to the bathroom to pee and was going to wait to shower with Fiona when I realized the towel bar had not one but two towels draped over it. She’d obviously beaten me to the shower and had done so long enough ago that the towel she’d wrapped around her wet hair had been returned to the bathroom.
Changing my mind, I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants out of the dresser drawer she’d declared as mine for the few times we stayed at her house. Adding a t-shirt, I didn’t bother with shoes before going to find my girl.
“Who are you and what have you done with my Fee?” I asked as I strode across the kitchen and used a foot to push the screen door wider before bending to take the large, white cooler from her. “You should have waited for me.”
“You looked so cute all snuggled up and you worked so hard yesterday, you deserve the rest, Daddy.”
I carried the cooler to the sink, having to step around the two that were already on the floor. “Babygirl, you didn’t have to do all this by yourself.”
“It wasn’t that much. The guys helped clean up before they left. This is just the last of it. Oh, did you shower?”
“I did. Unfortunately, it was alone.”
“Sorry.” She wrapped her arms around my waist. “I would have waited but, even as amazing as yesterday was and all those orgasms gloriously satisfying”—she gave a full body shudder—“just ick.”
“Speaking of ick, I have to say your dining table looks no worse for the wear. Guess you’re not throwing it out after all?”
The arms around me dropped as one elbow jabbed into my ribs and her other hand pointed to the countertop where a large can of furniture polish sat. “Now that it’s also been de-icked, it can stay.”
I was still laughing when she announced she was going to grab the towels and add them to the washer where she’d already deposited our clothes. It wasn’t until I saw her on her tiptoes as she bent over to stuff the laundry into the machine that I remembered another one.
“Hey, check the pocket of my jeans. I don’t want the remote to get all wet.”
“The remote wasn’t in your pocket. It was under the dining table.”
Oh, right, I must have dropped it after watching her explode as the toy pushed her past the point of all thought. Speaking of thought. “Where’s the toy?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Narrowing my eyes, I shook my head. “There’s a huge variety of toys available for purchase to replace that one. Of course, I might feel the need to take out the price of any lost toys on someone’s little ass.”
Red hair swayed as she tossed her head to look over at me. “No threats required, Sir. I never said I didn’t love my toy. It has been washed and dried. I’ll put this with it.” Picking the remote up where it had been on the counter, she stuck out her tongue then scurried past me when I made a lunge toward her.
“If you’ll wash out the cooler, I’ll grab the sheets for the next load. I didn’t want to leave the house messy when we head home.”
I loved the fact she was thinking of my apartment as home. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her house. It was charming, but it took over an hour to get here from the city. Then again, I was pretty sure that if she wanted to live on the moon, I’d pack up and board the spaceship at her side.
Humming, I opened the lid of the cooler and tilted it so all the water could drain out. Once that was done, I began to transfer the unopened bottles of water to a shelf in the refrigerator.
“Don’t forget to dry it out. Otherwise it gets all musty,” Fiona said as she passed through on her way to the laundry room again with an armload of sheets.
“Got it.” Grabbing a dishtowel, I reached in the cooler and pulled out a large plastic bag that had once contained ice before it all melted. It was dripping a bit so I ran the towel over it before wadding it into a ball and tossing it in the trash. I grabbed the second bag to repeat the process. That’s when I saw it. A folded slip of paper. It hadn’t been destroyed by ice or water because it had been stuck to the side of the bag with wide strips of transparent packing tape.
“Daddy?”
Fuck. Not here. Not in her house. How in the fuck had he known where she lived?
My head whipped up to glance at every window, every door within sight. It was only then that I saw Fiona. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen. The smile gone, the color of her face as white as the tile, her eyes wide. “What’s wrong?”
I so badly wanted to say nothing, but I wouldn’t lie to her. Instead, I reached for her, pulling her to me before laying the bag on the counter, tape side up.
“Is that… oh god, it is.” Her eyes darted to the cooler. “Ho-how did it get in there?” She tried to pull free, but I tightened my hold. “Let me go! He knows where I live! He knows where I am!”
“I know, baby, I know, but you’re safe…”
“How can you say that! He was here!” Her glance went to the backdoor. “He was at our party!”
“No–”
“No! Then how in the fuck did that get in the cooler?”
‘We bought the ice yesterday, remember? I just threw two bags into each cooler over the drinks to let them chill all night. I honestly can’t see how anyone at the party could or would have brought along a roll of packing tape and a towel and then just what? Casually strolled over, opened the cooler, dried the bag off and proceeded to carefully fold the fucking note, put it on the bag, and slap tape over it for waterproofing while we all chugged beer and dug kernels of roasted corn out of our fucking teeth!”
I’d seen the expression on Fiona’s face only once before in my life. I’d been driving through the mountains at dusk. I’d taken a curve and slammed on my brakes at the sight of a deer standing frozen in the middle of the road. Fiona’s eyes had the same expression as the doe’s had that night. As if just waiting to be plowed into and crushed.
Fuck! Way to go, shithead!
Leaving the bag where it lay, I bent and slid an arm behind her knees, picking her up and striding from the kitchen. I let her pound on my arms and my chest as I stopped in the threshold and scanned the dining and living rooms before moving to the front door and checking that it was locked. Ignoring her orders to put her down, I didn’t speak as I checked the rest of the house, including the hall closet, guest bath, the second bedroom she used as an office and the master suite.
Satisfied that we were alone, I returned to the living room and finally located my phone. Evidently, Fiona had removed it from my jeans and laid it on the buffet behind the dining table. Using my foot to hook around a chair leg, I yanked it out enough to be able to sit. As I did, I set Fiona on the table once more and when she tried to jump off, I said one word. “No!”
The volume was enough to break through her panic which is what I’d intended. The fact it also brought forth the tears shimmering in her eyes, was just another reason to find the son of a bitch who was terrifying her.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to sound like a dick. I didn’t mean to scare you. But, Fee, I honestly believe the note was already on the bag before the party. Someone at the store could have put it on when they loaded the bags into our cart. This is on me. I just missed the fucking thing when I threw the bags in the coolers.”
She shook her head. “No… no, it’s on him, Daddy.”
Daddy…
God, I’d needed to hear that word. Bending forward, I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her before picking up my phone. I let her see the screen, let her see I pressed the button that not only put the call on speaker, but would allow her to see the faces of those who answered.
Here. Here. I’m here. Present. Here. Boss?
Those words were spoken one after another as the members of Citadel responded to the number appearing on their phones. Much like 911, it was our code for an emergency requiring an instant response.
It took me only seconds to give a succinct summary of what I’d found, where I’d found it.
“We may catch a break,” Matt said. “Tape is extremely difficult to handle wearing gloves. Maybe we’ll be able to lift a fingerprint.”
“Fiona? Are you okay?”
This came from Audra and was answered by a woman who had been caught up in terror only moments before.
“No, not really. But… but I will be.”
“That’s right,” Zeke assured her. “Landon, do you want us to come to you or are you coming here?”
“I’ve checked the house. He’s not here, and I’m sure as hell not waiting around to see if he’ll come back. We’ll head your way in ten.”
“Wait!” Fiona placed her hand on my arm. “He knows my address. There’s nothing to say he doesn’t know where you live as well. Maybe we can catch him by using me as bait and?—”
“Over my dead body!”
“But–”
“Not open to discussion. Remember you’re not in control here. I am!”
She pulled her hand off my arm, but her eyes, now clear of any shimmer, glared daggers at me. “I’m not questioning your control, Landon. I know you’re in command. But how about offering me the same respect and acknowledging that he’s not after you, I’m who he wants which means?—”
“On our way.”
The last was Audra again. Evidently she’d made an executive decision to come and the rest of the team agreed as one by one, the faces on the phone screen disappeared.