Chapter 2
Aaron
I’ve never thought I was the kind of man who would kidnap a woman.
My whole life, I’ve been patient and tried not to do anything illegal.
I shove the mouse, send it skating over the timber, and exhale in a hiss. Aiming for serenity, I carefully rest my elbows on the desk and interlace my fingers. Haste and following your dick makes for stupid decisions.
Though laws have been bent, I calculated the odds on every bloody thing I did before I did it. Earning those millions took brains.
However…this is such a fucking opportunity.
I sag back in the desk chair, contemplating the screen where the downloaded audio displays as paused. The soft leather upholstery gives way. No squeaks, no protests, just like a good submissive.
If ever there was a good reason for kidnapping, this is it.
Juniper just murdered a man.
I close my eyes. Stalking her has merely been a way to indulge my fantasies and test the new device, an undetectable tracker, until today. Today, the tracker under her front wheel and the Internet of Things has delivered me a gift.
This is good? The sound quality is chic perfection too.
Filter out the vehicle and road noise with AI and everything she said, within a few meters, give or take, becomes understandable. I make praying hands and say a thank you to the God of IoT.
Using this as leverage to keep her under control, I can probably get her consent to do things with her.
To her. Though I have a suspicion this woman will be squeaking and protesting.
My cock hardens as I think through this and inhale through widened nostrils, playing through a scene where she’s kneeling before me, and waiting…
I check my pulse, smiling at how it’s elevated.
That’s the pro. The con is I may not be able to keep her for long. If they figure out what she’s done, the cops will want her.
As will Nathan’s friends. Both I and Juniper know what she wants to do with them.
I won’t keep her here, but there is somewhere that will let me play for a week. After that time, a decision will be required as to what to do with her.
The last problem is, how do I make her come with me?
I should google this, on the dark web on Tor, while bouncing off a few VPNs for safety.
Handing this info to the cops is what a normal person would do, but normal is overrated. What corrupt billionaire ever obeyed the rules?
Though I think I’m a cut above those assholes.
A while later, I have a list. The list is short. Drugs. Physical force. Trickery and deception. And one can use a combo of all of them. None of them appeal to me.
There is also Tomás. Combine him with my ability to persuade? Tomás has unusual skills and knows how to be discreet.
AARON: You’re in Oz, yes? For the next party? I need some fast help with something. Available? Name your fee.
TOMáS: Yes. Your house?
AARON: Yes.
I almost add more details but no. Leave no digital trail.
TOMáS: See you tomorrow.
Saying, name your fee, is reckless, but it will be far worse if what I want to do to her is leaked.
I shouldn’t have followed up after seeing her at the trial, but I thought I knew her from somewhere, and it was easy to discover who she is and what she does. Where Tomás is skilled at violence and mayhem, I’m good at math, coding, and running amok on the internet.
Finding out she had an OnlyFans page, what man could resist looking?
And what I saw of her there and on FetLife ran fire through my veins.
She isn’t some innocent, pure-at-heart friend of the girl at the trial.
And that she still lives in the same area where I taught, ten years ago…
well. The temptation had been too much. I scraped the medical database, and she’s on birth control and has no STDs. Ideal, really.
I click through to the saved videos and stills of her, exhale, and scroll down, click Play. This one where she plays with herself while tied up in ropes, with a giant glass dildo stuck in her… Fuck.
Buying a house here is nothing special, not risky at all. It isn’t only her. The beaches here are incredible.
Hiring her to walk Lucy so I could check her out, up close, that was fair play. She doesn’t even remember me.
I nod at the screen. “You’ve been very bad, Miss Juniper. How could I not do more?” I rest my hand on my dick where it’s ridged against my fly.
It was almost a foregone conclusion to trial the tracker on her car.
That I taught her math at high school for several months, ten years ago, that’s in the past.
OnlyFans, Fet, and now she’s murdered a man?
I click on the mouse and shut down the images.
I’ll have her here soon. Pictures cannot beat having the real thing at my feet.