Prologue #7
Every move I made, he lost another breath. His body shook with anticipation. Intrigue. Lust. Secrecy.
I was here for one thing and one thing only. I symbolized the forbidden. I was the awakening of his fantasies. I became his quest.
I removed the necessary contents and then placed the small bag on the grand piano just before I descended the two steps that led me to my task for the night. Just like everything else put on my desk, he would get handled. And, by any means necessary.
“On your knees,” I instructed.
Slowly, my subject lowered his body to the ground. One knee at a time. Eyes still on me. Spine still straight. Shoulders still squared.
“Open your mouth.”
He complied. I was close enough to smell the desperation on his skin.
My feet didn’t stop moving until my thighs met his cheeks.
I dug my gloved hand into his hair and pulled his head backward.
A bright light flashed in his face, blinding him temporarily.
The sound of the churning film roll was empowering. Things were aligning.
“Suck it like the nasty little gobbler you are.”
He slipped his hair from between my fingers, anxious to put the eight-inch, girthy dildo that was strapped to my waist inside of his mouth.
The obnoxious light flashed again. This time, he wasn’t startled. Neither was he affected. He continued to roll his neck and enjoy the plastic tool he’d talked about at great length through texts on a secure line.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
I folded my lips into my mouth, hardly able to wrap my head around the idea of the well-connected, well-respected man on his knees with a dick lodged in his mouth.
It wasn’t the act itself that left me befuddled.
It was his stance on the very subject. His distaste for those who were openly gay or bisexual was the reddest flag of them all.
It was the reason this was my angle, and I didn’t explore any others.
“Up.”
His lips were covered in his own saliva. So was the veiny, thick dildo.
He stood up, attempting to clean the mess he’d made of his face.
“Leave it.”
His hands fell. I pressed the button on the side of the black leather mask, starting the recording.
Click.
Clack.
When I turned around, my subject was on my heels. Upon entering the bedroom, I smiled. He’d followed all the rules. Chains dangled from the contraption. Leather filled the spots where they were separated.
“Get over there.”
Hastily, he moved toward the structure, stepping inside and waiting for more instructions. I placed the camera on the bed and began attaching the chains to his body, strapping him completely.
Hands.
Arms.
Legs.
Neck.
Mouth.
Head.
Back.
Nothing was free. Not even the erection he managed. My lips turned upward, wondering how satisfied his partners must’ve been in bed. He’d requested an eight-inch dick because he likely hadn’t seen one off-screen or beyond the urinals.
I removed the strap from my waist, placing it at his lips.
Hungrily, he accepted it. His skills were impressive.
His hunger was apparent. He wanted more.
He needed more. He was interested in crossing every boundary known to the heterosexual male.
And, unfortunately, I wouldn’t be crossing them with him.
“You like that?” I questioned.
“Yes. Yes. So much.”
“Where else do you want this big dick? Hm?”
“Inside of me.”
“Where?”
“In my asshole.”
“Will you take it like the boss you are or cower like a sucker?”
“Take it,” he muttered, sucking the tip.
“I can’t hear you?”
“I’m going to take it– like the boss I am.”
“Good. I want you to show me.”
I grabbed the camera, leaving the dildo shoved in his mouth.
Two final images were taken and printed immediately.
I stared at my subject, considering the rules we’d made.
It was clear to him that all of my subjects were under surveillance for my arsenal of evidence.
Even the idea that he’d be given proof this moment existed intrigued him.
He wanted to be reminded of the time we had and asked if I would provide footage and photos I wasn’t very fond of. I obliged. But, unfortunately, I lied. It wasn’t the first time, and neither would it be the last.
I pressed the button embedded in the mask and gathered the photos from the bed. I exited the room, leaving him clueless.
“Mmmm–”
I continued through the suite, collecting my things. With the trench on my shoulders, I gathered it at my waist and tied a knot to secure it.
“Mmmmmm!”
The door closed just as I pressed the down button on the elevator. I was entering it as quickly as I was exiting it. Before the steel doors reopened, welcoming me to the fifteenth floor, I snapped an image of one of the instant films in my hand.
I forwarded it to the starred contact and shoved my second phone back into the small handbag. As I stepped off the elevator, I removed the mask from my head. Relief consumed me.
Bzzt.
Bzzt.
The cell vibrated the bag it was in as I laid the keycard on the door for entry. Cool air touched my skin. I placed my back on the door, catching my breath. One blink and I had gathered myself.
Click.
Clack.
I removed the vibrating phone just as the caller ended their attempt to connect with me. Bypassing the missed call, I pressed one button after the other, dialing the latest number I had on the person I needed to hear my voice.
Once.
Twice.
My brows furrowed as the phone rang for the third time. Shortly after, there was silence on the line.
“Phase two has been handled.”
I moved to end the call, but heard the deep baritone just before the call ended.
“Be careful.”
“In every lifetime,” I responded, heart melting in my chest.
The line died. I inhaled slowly and exhaled even slower with the phone pressed against my skin.
Bzzt.
Bzzt.
It vibrated in my hands. I didn’t need to see the caller ID to know who was calling.
“Speak.”
“This is insane,” Odessa cried.
I strutted toward the bed, removing piece by piece. The sound of her tears reminded me of our meeting just a few months prior. I’d given her time, yet she was still sitting on her hands, and her lips were still sealed shut. That didn’t work for Teddy. That didn’t work for me.
Tears stained her engorged cheeks. Sniffles inflated and deflated her chest continuously. The lengthy lashes on her eyes were soaked. She was a complete mess. But, still, I didn’t give a single fuck. She had something I wanted… something I needed.
And, I didn’t want to leave without it. Otherwise, this entire situation would go from bad to worse. The ball was in her court. I just needed her to dribble and pass it. I’d make sure it hit the basket.
“I can’t–” Odessa whimpered. “I just can’t.”
From one side to the other, she shook her head. Her expression remained the same. Botox had taken away her ability to maneuver her facial features with ease. If the tears weren’t as plentiful, I wouldn’t have known she was upset.
“A million solid, Odessa and you’re free to go. No attachments. No worries. Just freedom.”
“I know. I jus–”
“A million on top of whatever is in his accounts. I’ll see to it, personally, that it is all transferred to yours. A few buttons on my computer and it’s all yours.”
Adamantly, she shook her head, declining the offer she’d been given.
“Fine.” I sighed with a shrug.
My feet were on the ground and my back was turned toward her within the blink of an eye. Wasting time was never on my list of things to do. I was out of the door before she could bat those thick lashes a second time.
With my phone pressed against my ear, I slipped into my ride. Leather seats welcomed me. Cool air pushed through the small holes of the fabric, decreasing my elevated temperature on contact.
I hate a dumb bitch. I scoffed.
“Have a great nigh–”
Yeah, yeah. I thought, switching gears. My engine roared loudly, announcing my departure as I slammed my door. The valet attendant was too slow to his job.
“Speak.”
Naturally, my slightly arched spine straightened and the tips of my ears began to tingle. I swallowed the air pocket that had formed in my throat and prepared to dish the not-so-good news.
“She isn’t budging.”
“Next steps? Therapy?”
“No. She doesn’t need The Therapist. She needs to be taught a lesson.”
“What’s your plan?”
“Make her regret ever having me to ask her twice–”
“By?”
“Unless you want to consume your dinner for the next few nights, I suggest you not ask questions like that.”
A heavy sigh left the lips of the man that likely grew a new strand of gray hair every time we conversed.
“Just handle it,” Teddy responded.
Those words were like a sweet song on a difficult day. It was everything I needed to hear.
“That was the plan, anyway.”
As the suspenders loosened the pantyhose, I sat on the edge of the bed. I pushed my hair from my face and reminded Odessa that nothing had changed. And, she had been warned.
“I don’t ask twice, Mrs. Raines.”
“He’s my husband.”
Her tears weren’t moving me.
“You were warned.”
“What am I supposed to do with this? Why can’t you just leave us alone?”
“Your husband still has breath in his body because he has precious information that belongs to us. Know that we do not give a fuck about you or his offsprings. Fortunately for you, we promised our mother there would be no blood shed during her birthday month, and we like to keep our promises.
“Should you find yourself in doubt before you see my face again Tuesday morning at eleven, then understand I will not hesitate to detonate the explosions we have in the arsenal for you and your husband. That includes the release of my archives.”
“Bu–”
“Same place as last time. Tuesday. Eleven.”
I ended the call and opened the camera roll.
There it is.
Derrick, Odessa’s husband, trying to suck the polish off the plastic dick as he told me how well he’d behave as it was lodged in his asshole.
“Hypocite!”