1. In the Moment
Blake
This day is a fucking mess. It’s only Thursday but I’m so fucking done with this week. Between finding that shit on Madison’s phone and dealing with the police, I can’t fucking concentrate. Whoever that fucker is sent another fucking image of Madison naked when I went to download everything. Whoever is doing this to her is a creep that needs to be found.
I downloaded a copy of all the information off the phone before my buddy on the force and his partner came to pick it up. They spoke to all of us while Madison sat in a chair at the conference table with her arms wrapped around herself, looking pale and small.
So fucking fragile.
They haven’t tracked down Valerie or her boyfriend Jeff yet. They promise to let us know what they find out from the texts and pictures. We don’t have the resources to investigate cell information. If it had been to our company phone, we would’ve had someone look into it.
There’s not much we can do unfortunately.
I slam my drawer shut and glare at my office door. Fuck it. I can’t stay here any longer. I need to go see if I can find that camera and get anything off it.
Standing, I grab my phone and head into the outer office. Madison stares off into space at her desk. Apparently, work isn’t helping her either.
“Come on.” I stop beside her and hold out my hand.
She eyes it warily before she stands and slips her hand into mine. “Where are we going?”
“Your apartment.”
“No.” She freezes and tries to pull her hand away.
I step into her and look down my nose into her blue eyes. “I need to find that camera, and you said you’re missing stuff.”
She glances at the other doors.
“You’ll be safe with me, tiger.” I jerk her into my arms and hold her close. “I won’t let anyone have you.”
Her eyes search mine before she sighs and relaxes into my arms. “Fine.”
When I release her and take her hand, she clings to mine like it’s her lifeline. I lead her to Seth’s office and knock. I enter without waiting for a reply.
“We’ll be in touch.” Seth looks up with his finger held out to say one minute. “Yes. We’re aware. Tomorrow.”
I close the door, and Madison leans into my side like I’m the only thing keeping her upright. I resist the urge to wrap my arm around her.
She draws comfort from me and I want to do the same. The two of us keep creeping closer to the other, but that’s not what’s supposed to happen with our arrangement. Strictly sex and work. A contract, not a relationship.
It keeps us focused and makes sure no female can tear us apart.
But I’m having trouble fighting this protective instinct and the need to bundle her away and keep her from everyone else.
Seth puts his phone down. “What’s happening?”
“Field trip.” I lean against the wall.
He arches his eyebrow at me, and then his gaze softens when it falls on Madison. I’m not the only one having difficulty keeping things separate. This damsel in distress means one thing to all of us. Trouble.
“To?” he asks.
“Her old apartment. Most people won’t be home from work, and she’s missing stuff.”
“And?” His expression is knowing. Seth could always read me.
I grunt to acknowledge his insight. “That camera might still be transmitting.”
Madison stiffens next to me, but she doesn’t pull away. A camera wifi signal I can trace.
“Fine. Don’t take any unnecessary risks.” His gaze goes to Madison. “Either of you.”
She nods. “Of course.”
We make our way down to the car. Traffic is light this time of day, and we make good time to her old apartment building. As we’re climbing the stairs, Madison stops.
“I don’t have my keys.” Her eyes meet mine with a hint of frustration.
I tug her forward. “We changed the locks when we fixed the door. I have a set.”
She falls in line with me, but with every step closer, she gets slower and stiffer.
I take her hand. “You’re safe. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you ever again.”
Her wide blue eyes look up into mine.
Ever again. Fuck. Can I even keep that promise? We aren’t going steady. We aren’t even technically dating. We fuck and sleep together. And I save her from asshole roommates.
“I trust you.” Her words scald me to the bone. I’m not sure I deserve that trust yet.
I guide her to the apartment door and unlock it. My gaze searches the hallway for anyone trying to watch us, but the doors are all closed and no shadows move below them.
When we cross the threshold into the apartment, I take a moment to check the doors in her hallway again before shutting and locking the front door.
Madison stands frozen in place, her hand on the front of her throat, staring at the chair still on the ground.
I forgot about her nightmares, being trapped in here all over again with Valerie and her dick boyfriend. And Hunter. Fuck.
“To your bedroom, now.” My voice demands to be obeyed. It breaks her out of whatever loop she’s in, and she hurries to submit to my order.
I follow her, shutting the door behind me. Except for the bare furniture, nothing remains in here. We had her packed up in an hour. I pull out my bug/camera detector and walk the entire room. Madison stands next to the door with her arms wrapped around her waist. She’s stiff as a board.
Fuck. She can’t seem to get out of her head.
When I’m sure her room is clean of listening or recording devices, I sit on the edge of her full-sized bed. She needs to be jolted out of it, but I’ll use my method of shaking things up.
“Madison.”
Her head shoots up, and she meets my gaze. Her eyes are haunted, and I know she’s not really here in this moment but trapped somewhere in her nightmares.
I gesture for her to come closer. She stops directly in front of me.
“Across my lap. Ass up.”
She lifts her gaze to me in surprise and takes a half step back. “Here?”
“Here.”
She stares into the corners. “Is it safe?”
“Now, tiger.”
She blows out a breath and lies across my legs. I flip her skirt up and pull her panties down to her knees.
“I don’t think this is a good?—?”
Madison lets out a startled yelp when I cut her off with three spanks. Not hard enough to bruise, but just enough sting to pull her out of what’s holding her down today. All those texts and pictures. The memories lingering in this place. I rub her ass cheeks, and she clutches my pant leg.
“You need to be present, tiger. Aware of everything around you. Not caught in a daze.” I rub my hand close to her pussy and she tenses a little.
I spank her another three times.
“I’m here,” she says defiantly when I rub her ass again. I chuckle lightly at her tone.
“What’s weighing you down?” I slide my hand along the inside of her thigh, pausing before touching her pussy. She exhales.
“They filmed me in the bathroom. My bathroom, Blake. They saw everything. Inserting tampons, peeing, taking a dump. Everything that is private. Things I wouldn’t share with anyone.”
“Masturbating?” I stroke her ass cheek gently.
“It was private. It’s my time.” Her hands tug on my pant leg.
I spank her three more times. It’s light and leaves her skin glowing pink but shouldn’t really hurt. It’s not about pain right now.
“What were you thinking when you masturbated? Do you remember?” My fingers drift closer to her pussy.
“Your voice. The four of you. It was after my interview. The conference table.” Her voice is soft.
I rub my fingers between her thighs, along her slit. She sucks in a breath as I spread her wetness around her clit.
“You told me about that fantasy. That day in the conference room when I got you off.”
Her breath hitches as I slide a finger into her slick channel. “Yes.”
I pump my single finger in and out of her. “Can I tell you my version of your fantasy?”
“Please,” she whimpers. She can’t rock into my hand to get more of what she needs. She lies limply across my lap. Her breathing quickens.
I add a second finger and she moans.
“You naked on the conference table, spread out for us. Each of us takes a turn licking your wet pussy while the others take your breasts and your mouth, making you come until you’re ready to take us all.”
“Blake—?” She cuts herself off in another moan.
I pull out, then push three fingers back into her. My thumb teases over her clit. Her wetness coats my hand.
“Coop will sit in a chair and lower your asshole onto his cock. Has he taken your ass yet, tiger?” I pause my fingers, waiting for her answer.
“Last night.” Her hips try to move, but she doesn’t get anywhere. My cock twitches as I stare at her puckered hole, imagining sinking my cock deep inside the tight sheath of her body.
“That’s good.” I thrust my fingers again. “I’ll sit in another seat, and there’s a way for us to sit so we both penetrate you from below.”
“Fuck.” Her hands tighten on my pant leg.
“You’ll use your hands on Noah and Seth standing beside us and turn your head to service their cocks. One, then the other, back and forth. Sitting there stuffed full of our cocks while our hands touch you everywhere, tweak your nipples, pinch your clit.”
“Blake, I need—?” She groans as I press my thumb down to rub her clit.
“We’ll lift you slowly up our cocks and have you sink back down on them. While Seth and Noah thrust into your hands and mouth until you are vibrating with pleasure, trembling with need. So fucking close that you can’t help?—?”
She cries out as her pussy clutches my fingers. I keep rubbing as she gasps and wiggles to get away from my thrusting hand, rolling her into another orgasm. I could keep going. Drag another orgasm out of her, but I’m pretty sure she’s here with me now.
She sags over my lap, her whole body twitching slightly as her breathing steadies. My fingers drip with her juice as I pull them out and lick them clean.
I help her stand and pull her panties up. “Look for your bracelet while I look for other cameras in this apartment.”
She tips my face up. Her blue eyes are soft. She kisses me long and deep. “Thank you.”
I smirk. “Anytime, tiger.”
* * *
Madison
I search the room that has been my home for almost three years and come up with nothing. The guys Blake used to move me were thorough. No bracelet. I stare at the door, which thankfully Blake closed when he led me in here.
I could check Valerie’s room and probably should. I turn to meet Blake’s eyes. He remains seated on my bed. My pussy still flutters from the orgasms he gave me.
He lifts his gaze from his phone. “Done?”
“In here.” I sigh. “I should check Valerie’s room.”
He nods and stands, adjusting his hard cock in his pants.
“Want me to help you with that?” I raise my eyebrow. I’d love to feel his huge, thick cock in my mouth or pussy. To forget about everything that happened here for a few minutes. My insides burst with heat.
“In a few.” He lightly grips my chin and claims my mouth with his. The kiss fills me with all sorts of emotions: happiness, lust, desire, closeness, need.
He takes my hand and leads the way with his little device. It doesn’t go off in the hallway or even near Valerie’s room. Not that I’ll be able to find anything in Valerie’s room. It’s a pigsty. Clothes are everywhere. A few pizza boxes lie on the floor.
My nose wrinkles. I wouldn’t be surprised to find actual bugs. Like insects. A shudder of horror ripples through me. I can take a lot, but not bugs.
When I begin to walk into her room, Blake catches my hand. “No, tiger. I’ll have a crew come through and see if there is anything salvageable. You don’t need to go in there.”
I nod. We turn to the other door. The bathroom. My heart pounds and my hands grow slick. How long? How long did someone watch me in my private moments? How many people did they show it to? When and how did they get the camera in there?
Has it always been there?
Blake opens the door and uses his device. When he holds it near the ceiling, it lets out a sound. He pockets it. His fingers trail along the ceiling tiles, looking for a variation that would give away a camera, I suppose. He grabs the grate of the ceiling vent, and it easily comes off in his hand.
He hands it to me. I set it on the sink before wrapping my arms back around my waist. This was my home and safe space. I never thought someone would breach my privacy here. At least no one but Valerie, which is why I always locked my door.
He reaches into the opening, grabs something, and pulls it out. After taking a silver bag out of his pocket, he puts the small device in and seals it.
I want to stomp on it and pound on it until it’s dust, but he might get something useful from it. My need to know outweighs the irrational part that needs to destroy what hurt me.
“Can you be brave for me?” He tips my chin, and I get lost in his green eyes. He’s treating me with kid gloves, which I need for this, but he also snapped me out of my nightmares and made me come so hard.
So, if he needs me to be brave, for him I can. I nod. He touches his forehead to mine.
“Stand in the shower like you were in the video. I want to find the angle of the camera.”
I tense for a second, but I move to the shower. “Are there any more devices in here?”
“None that are currently transmitting.” That’s not a no, but I’m not vulnerable in this situation.
I shiver as I lean against the shower wall, fully clothed and tuned in, aware of everything around me.
Blake opens something on his phone and walks around. He opens the bathroom door and his mouth turns into a grimace.
“What?” I step forward but pause.
“Someone recorded it from the door.” His eyes are on his camera.
It takes my mind time to process what he said. My whole body goes cold.
“They were in the room when I was—?” My hand covers my mouth and I shake my head. It’s one thing to be filmed but another for someone to be right where Blake stands now, watching me pleasure myself. “I lock the door.”
Blake sets his phone on the counter. “Easily picked. Not even picked. It’s just a narrow emergency key.”
“Valerie?” I mean, she wanted to fuck with me. She might have taken the video for her boyfriend. The thought of the two of them watching it. Watching me. My stomach turns, but there’s nothing left to come up.
“How often was she here?” Blake asks.
I shrug. “Not often. Mostly when Jeff broke up with her.”
Blake closes in on me and I back into the shower. He follows.
“What are you doing?” I meet his eyes.
“Giving you a new memory.” He drops to his knees and ducks under my skirt, keeping me completely covered.
“Maybe not now?” I press my back to the shower wall, not exactly feeling sexy at the moment. But the minute he touches me, my insides wind up.
He slips my panties down my legs. “It’s the perfect time.”
His breath is hot on my bare thighs. He lifts my leg and puts it over his shoulder before his mouth closes over my pussy. I gasp at the heat of it. His tongue slides through my folds to thrust into my core.
I have nothing to hold on to as desire courses through my veins and makes my limbs weak. Blake lets out a growl against my pussy. It’s so fucking hot and needy that I nearly come. His fingers hold me open as he explores every inch of me with his tongue, stopping to suck on my clit. My gaze darts to the door, closed, but I can imagine it open.
But instead of some no-face person haunting my vision, I can imagine Seth watching me, his eyes darkened and his shoulder resting on the doorframe as he tracks my hand. I slip my hand beneath my shirt and pluck at my nipple as Blake thrusts his tongue into me. My breath comes out in quick pants as the pressure builds.
His thumb rubs my clit while he continues to fuck me with his tongue. It’s too much. I can’t hold back. I shatter into a million pieces, crying out as wave after wave crashes over me. Blake’s grip on my hips tightens as he keeps licking me through my orgasm.
He draws back and releases my leg. He flips my skirt over his head and stands before me. I grab his belt and undo it. His hands dive into my hair and cradle my head as we each stay locked in the other’s gaze. I lower his pants and pull out his cock, stroking it with my hand.
“Fuck me, Blake.”
He yanks me into a kiss before lifting me against the wall and thrusting deep inside me. I cry out in pleasure. He’s so thick and fills me so well. Nothing is leisurely about the way he pounds into me, chasing his own demons away with a fast and hard fuck against the wall.
I wrap my legs and arms around him, clinging to him as he finds his pleasure inside of me. He captures my mouth, and I moan as the waves take me back under. I shatter on his cock, pulsing and pulling him deeper inside me.
Groaning, he comes, filling me, clinging to me, holding me tight against him, until he is spent. Pushing me against the wall and using his hips to hold me up, he brushes the hair out of my face.
Our eyes catch and hold as our breathing slows and we come back to ourselves. Back to each other.
Memories are funny things. The memory of me coming thinking of them all is now tainted by some unknown person. But this memory... This one will stick in my mind as the day I fell in love with Blake Wagner.