Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Not even five minutes after we walk through the front door of our house, the phone from inside the dresser drawer that is reserved for traffickers, chimes.
The sound lances through the house like a siren in the dark.
Every notification from that phone feels like a countdown to another monstrosity waiting to be uncovered.
I’m already heading to the dresser, my heart racing. I rip open the drawer and snatch up the phone, the screen glowing in my palm as the ringtone continues.
I don’t say a word to Cassidy as she recedes down the hallway toward our bedroom to change.
We both know the moment that phone goes off, everything else stops.
Striding in the direction of my office so quickly my shoulder clips the wall, I shove my office door open and hurl it shut behind me hard enough the frame clatters.
I flop into the chair behind my desk, the leather protests under me as I comb a hand through my hair and toss the phone beside the keyboard.
Then I bring the office to life.
One by one, the monitors power on, blue light cascades across the room. Screens shimmer from black to streams of code, security feeds, encrypted servers, and tracking programs I conceal with passcodes where no one else can get into them.
I brace my forearms against the desk as another notification chimes across the phone beside me.
I don’t even detect Cassidy as she saunters over to me.
She leans down directly in front of me, her face almost touching mine.
She asks as her hot breath is woven with temptation, “What would I do without you, husband?”
“You’d still get by, but the coffee would suck and you’d be unable to feed yourself since you can’t cook worth a shit.”
We both laugh at that wholeheartedly.
She lunges forward and takes my mouth in hers like she’s starving for it, our teeth knocking together.
She matches my energy and moans as I yank her into my lap. Then I extend my arm behind her and toggle with the mouse, turning the computer to sleep mode.
All the pent-up energy from the gun range coiled tight inside me as I haul Cassidy flush against my body, needing her skin like a lifeline.
In an instant, I pull her to her feet.
Then I fist the bottom of her hoodie up and over her head, both of us breathing hard.
Standing naked in front of me, she grabs onto the arm rests of my chair with something mischievous sparking in her eyes, “I can’t be the only one naked,” she grins slyly as she straightens.
Looking up at her from my chair, I strip my shirt over my head and shove my shorts down in one smooth motion. My hard cock on full display.
My eyes darken as I stroke my length, peering up and down her body.
“Come here,” I murmur darkly and her knees connect with mine, her breaths quickening.
My hand automatically moves between her legs, and her wetness coats my fingers, my thumb grazing her clit.
After a few minutes, I command, “Turn around, back to me, and place yourself slowly on my cock taking it all.”
Lining herself up she does exactly what I said.
My hands grope around her breasts, tweaking her already hard nipples.
Grabbing her hips I force her up and down on my cock and a moan slips out of her as I surge deeper inside her, hitting a spot that makes her body languid in my arms.
She’s drowning in sensation, oblivious to the drawer opening as I lay something on top.
I catch both of her wrists in one hand, sweep her hair over her shoulder and fasten a leather collar around her throat, tugging it tighter than necessary.
I thread the rope through one of the silver rings and knot it securely before giving it a forceful yank, drawing her spine into my chest, controlled entirely by my grip.
“That’s right baby, I claimed you the moment I saw you. You never had a chance of escaping me after that,” I rasp near her throat, brushing the collar.
I curl my fingers around the back of the collar and drive her forward onto the floor, pinning her down exactly how I want her.
At the same time my cock withdraws from her.
Holding on to the rope, swinging it while I stand over her, “I’m going to have you writhing, begging and wringing every delicious sound from that mouth of yours.” I guarantee her wickedly.
Her ass is in the air, her head shifts to the side with one cheek on the ground, I drink in the sight of her like this as she licks her lips with anticipation.
“You’re so fucking beautiful baby that it makes obsession feel reasonable.”
I place my hand between her thighs and her slickness glistens over my two fingers, evidence of her arousal while not letting go of the rope.
I let saliva drip onto her puckered hole and circle it around the rim, then I take my time as I ease one finger inside her, rotating it to open her up. I plunge two more fingers inside, pumping them in a steady rhythm.
The needy little gasps escaping from her mouth spur me on.
Holding the hook in my hands, I rub lube over the silver ball that will be going inside her.
I step behind her, tying the rope to the silver circle on one side of the hook before brushing the metal ball on the other side of the hook over her tight hole. She shivers instantly as I ease it inside her.
Her body opens for me and takes it, every inch of it.
I see the steel rod between her ass cheeks; she edges forward and the anal hook dips further inside her.
A breathless whimper melts into a moan before multiple moans tumble out of her, jarred together tortured with need.
“Spread those legs for me, little reaper. I want to take my time with you and remind your body who it responds to.” I order her with unmistakable authority.
She follows my instructions so naturally it makes my dick harder. She gasps; low sensual moans break free into the air as the anal hook adjusts inside her.
I slide my hand between her thighs and find her drenched, I drag my fingers through it and cover my cock with it.
Aligning myself at her entrance, I lose my last shred of restraint and drive my cock into her, fucking her vigorously as I dig my fingers into her hips. My pubic bone connects with the anal hook, probing it deeper inside of her.
The rush of sensations crashes over her all at once, stealing every coherent thought until she’s quivering as it tears through her composure and she is now a blithering mess.
I pull myself out fully and then plunge back inside her and watch as the anal hook moves in and out.
“Come all over my cock reap, let me feel how wrecked I’ve made you.”
She yields to the feeling completely as the magnitude of her orgasm washes over her.
Her reaction alone sends me over the edge right along with her as the tingly sensation begins in my lower back and I explode, both of us yelling each other’s names.
We stay entangled together for a while, all that exists is the sound of us trying to catch our breath and come down from that devastatingly, glorious feeling of bliss.
My touch softens as I free the hook and mindfully undo the collar, allowing the leather to fall away from her skin.
I scoop her up in my arms and head to our bathroom. Setting her down on an ottoman next to the tub, I dialed the water to the exact temperature she likes and pour in her favorite bath salts, watching them dissolve.
“You know, I was planning on going for a run.” She playfully quirks her eyebrow up.
“This is to loosen your muscles, so you don’t overdo it.”
The water level in the tub hits the halfway mark, and I pick her up again and place her in the tub.
I cradle her face, forcing her beautiful hazel eyes to meet mine, “If anything ever happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.”
“You’d probably be able to enjoy the island life and not have any gray hairs until much later,” she jokes, trying to lighten the mood
I tip my head, “Don’t forget a mojito in hand with one of those little umbrellas.”
She smiles, “The quietness would drive you crazy”
“I don’t know, the living longer part does sound appealing.”
“What fun would that be? You know you love how spontaneous I am.” She lifts her leg, displaying all of her.
I can't help but let my eyes wander over her wet body and scowl, “Stop it or you can forget about a relaxing bath.”
“Who said I wanted to relax?” She purrs.
“Cassidy, we both know you need to be in the right mindset for this,” I huff running my hand through my disheveled hair.
“I’m leaving now.” I announce and stalk out of the bathroom.
“Okay, I’ll make sure to send you some nudes!” She shouts with a laugh.
“Be back in the office in thirty,” I call out over my shoulder.
Her mischievous laughter trails after me while I curse under my breath and make my way back toward my office.
The ocean beyond the windows is hard to make out due to the storm rolling through. Rain lashes against the glass in bursts while thunder roars overhead.
The room is dark as I drop into my chair and wake the monitors up by moving my mouse a few times back and forth.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
The screens erupt with movement.
Encrypted chat rooms swarm with activity faster than I can process it. Usernames blur together in nonstop streams of messages, private bids, crypto transfers, livestream countdowns and coded conversations hidden behind fake humor and emojis.
The deeper corners of the internet always look the same, decaying from the inside out.
Most people would see chaos, but I’ve learned the patterns.
Predators always have them.
My fingers move across the keyboard, opening channels I’ve already flagged. One chat room is inflating with traffic, multiplying at rapid speed.
Then I see the username and every muscle in my body locks, themonsterinyourcloset868.
“Well,” I mutter to myself, “Look who finally crawled back out.”
I move to another monitor and pull up the information I have been collecting on this fucker.
Photos and files populate the screen.
A photo of a warehouse stands out among the rest. It’s near the shipping docks on the island, rusted exterior, one-story, no windows, rolling bay doors, industrial air conditioning, private security and a file opened underneath contains the business registration listed as a marine freight storage.