Chapter 17 Ian
Control gone, I stayed to watch her in person rather than over the monitors.
It was more on the creepy side, but I’d been using my advantage of the night vision glasses the entire time she’d been down here.
This gave me a better view of her actions, and I didn’t have to watch through the monitor, which felt so impersonal.
This also gave me the scent of her. Having that had made me hungrier for her. I could taste her on my tongue, and I had never even stolen a kiss.
When any of the women became my assistant and signed the contract, it was almost as if I owned them. Unless they left or asked to leave, they were mine to play with as I wanted. Not really slaves, but many would view it as that.
By using the contract as the backup safe word, I felt I could do almost anything to them and still ignore their protest as long as it was reasonable.
A shade of gray that bordered on dark. Maybe that was why I preferred to play with them in the darkness for a while before bringing them into the light. I had to be sure that they were okay with all the things I wanted to do with them and to them.
Everyone protested when they didn’t like something or it was new and different. Each of their screams filled me with a sense of energy. That was one of my favorite things: their screams. Not in a sadistic way, but it meant that I was doing something right.
Screams during sex were an indication that all of their senses were being fine-tuned to give the greatest amount of pleasure.
I had learned some tricks from my father over the years on how to manipulate a situation to my own benefit, but I was simply helping these women learn what they could become.
Allowing them to free their inner inhibitions and turn them into something they could enjoy over and over again even after they left me.
While I’d eschewed most of his tools, in this one area, I had stolen a few tips.
He had never given me the choice to leave. I was giving Collette more than I’d been given by my own father. She had a chance to leave as had the other women.
They all chose to stay.
Most of them would have been thrilled to continue our association, but I grew tired of the experience when there wasn’t a new thrill.
Conquering their objections took a while, it was why I insisted on a year. After a year, they became clingy and wanted to have commitment from me that I wasn’t willing to give.
From fear to a willingness to trust me no matter what I did, it was a process that took time and patience.
The things I wanted from a woman weren’t normally given willingly. Any woman that I’d tried to control had shied away from me in the regular dating world.
It had only taken a few such instances before I realized that I was going about it all wrong. There were clubs and other ways to meet the kind of people that held the same type of needs as I did.
Like any good CEO and philanthropist, I had a dark side. It stopped short of taking their lives, but there had been some close calls when I was young and impressionable.
In my research while trying to find myself, I had made mistakes that weren’t good for anyone. Testing limits had been fun but extremely dangerous until I’d gotten some proper training from one of the club members.
He had taken me under his wing and shown me how to get what I needed from each person in a manner that wasn’t going to result in death.
Rossi had been a lifesaver. He was the only one I trusted to look after my chosen woman for a year, to make sure that she didn’t hurt herself or that I didn’t take things too far.
The last thing I needed was a spotlight shined on my company because a woman was found dead. Anyone of substance couldn’t simply be slipped under the rug and made to disappear.
I didn’t want to find a way to use those that weren’t equal to the task. Anyone could be trained to be used for sex, but having them work for me was a completely different story.
Since I hired them as assistants, it was more difficult for the trail not to lead right back to me. Besides, I was looking for pleasure, not to murder anyone. Well, not intentionally anyway. Everything had to be above board, and I had to leave them satisfied enough that they wouldn’t complain afterward about their contracts.
Most had gotten an extra bonus for leaving quietly.
The elevator doors clanged shut, and Collette visibly relaxed before making her way to the bed.
I was glad that I’d stay when her breathing quickened and her hand roamed over her breast in a sensual way.
Inching closer, I propped myself on the edge of the couch, the perfect distance from her to see what she was doing in the darkness.
Her groan as she slid her hand down had me reaching inside my pants to rub my rock hard cock.
I hadn’t been in danger of coming in my pants, well ever really.
What was it about her innocence and yet sensual motions that made me want to explode?
I watched her explore her body—only fondling my balls as they tightened. Knowing she was using the examples I’d whispered in her ears moments before, I bit my lips to keep from making any noise.
So free when I wasn’t around. She must know I was watching even if she assumed it was over the cameras, but she spread her legs wide.
Thrusting as if she wanted to combust from the motion, her screams of pleasure, sent waves of heat through my body.
Releasing my balls, I rapidly withdrew my hand from my pants. The need to take her and be inside was growing hard to resist.
She settled down, and I couldn’t help commenting to let her know she wasn’t alone.
The blush that crept over her face at the realization that I’d watched was cute. She appeared embarrassed and began to try to cover herself.
Abandoning that, she looked in the direction of my voice and stuck her finger in that tight hot pussy.
With all the time in the world, she swirled it around in the juices and cream before bringing it to her mouth.
Innocent did not match what she was doing to my body. The response caused me to close my eyes and think of non-sexy things immediately.
“That was very naughty.”
I would need to think of a punishment that warranted her actions.
This time when the elevator doors closed, I was behind them so that my solid cock could calm down. I was under the impression that if she wasn’t within my eyesight, I would be able to forget how hot she’d been fucking herself with her fingers.
Pounding the walls of the elevator in frustration, I hurried to my office to see what her response to my words had been.
The way she licked her lips and groaned had my cock out of my pants and in my hand.
I put on the speaker and spoke of a fantasy I’d wanted to do since I’d seen her round ass.
Each word that came out of my mouth was punctuated by a groan from her.
As I described how I would slip it into her puckered hole, I realized that she was an ass virgin.
Something that would be completely mine.
Holding back my own groans, my cock seemed to grow harder in my hands at the thought. I was never going to last until I took her for my own. It needed to be her choice, but I wanted it to be soon. My hand sounded on my thigh to bring me back from the brink of coming like a schoolboy at the first sight of pussy. Instead, it had the opposite result as Collette came off the bed in response.
Her reaction was all I could have hoped for. When it happened for real, she would be putty in my hands.
As her hips moved off the mattress, I continued to describe the scene, trying to think of some way to hold on for just a minute longer.
She screamed in release, and I barely managed to turn the speaker button off before I came with the force of a water hose.
Hot and heavy, it had built up for a while, and each time I thought I was done, it continued at the merest thought of Collette and her body.
When I finally finished, exhausted, I dropped into my chair, pants still around my ankles.
Collette’s whispered thank you took me by surprise. It wasn’t something that I’d expected her to say since everything else had been a fight.
Maybe I’d been going about this the wrong way.
I leaned forward to hit the button. “Remember, you chose this.”
Sinking back into my seat with a still semi-hard cock, I realized I was in serious trouble. She was going to be my downfall, and I wouldn’t be able to recover if she left me.
It was time for the second part of our plan. Stop with the torture and let her do what I’d hired her for, be my assistant.
***
After I cleaned up, I paged Rossi.
“I believe that we’re going to start her working tomorrow. Make sure she has clothes, casual attire, something she can work comfortably in,”
I instructed.
“Yes, sir. Is there anything else?”
He stood by my side expectantly.
I hadn’t even had to train him, he’d come to me that way. Someone else had put in the time and effort needed to make him the perfect bodyguard.
Years of service to me had instilled a huge sense of loyalty. I had no doubts that if the situation called for it, Rossi would take a bullet for me.
“This one’s getting to you, isn’t she?”
he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“That obvious?”
I sighed. “She’s pulling emotions out of me that I thought were long gone. I’m actually not sure I’ve ever felt like this.”
“Do we know anything more about her than we do now?”
Rossi shook his head.
“It’s almost like she’s a ghost.”
Rossi crossed his arms. “I’ve only found small amounts of information. There’s less on her than a few CIA agents I’ve run backgrounds on.”
“That just means I have to get her to open up to me. She doesn’t trust me yet, but I think a change of pace might be needed. We’ll work this week and then take her to my condo on Friday night. A reward of sorts.”
I smiled. “It might be just the thing to shake things up a bit.”
“You’re the boss.”
“Yes, yes, I am.”
I leaned back, satisfied that I had a few extra tricks up my sleeve.
“First, we’ll see what she can do with her master’s degree. If she’s as talented as I think she is, we might have to hire her long term after her year is up.”
“You really have fallen for her haven’t you?”
Rossi eyed me with concern. “We could go ahead and turn her loose. You haven’t put in too much effort, yet.”
“No, you’re right. She intrigues me. I want to see how it all ends. Peel through all the layers until I get to her juicy center.”
“That could be taken so many ways.”
He grinned. “Just let me know how far you need them peeled back.”
“I appreciate that, but I think I’ll be doing the peeling all by myself.”
“Very well, sir. I simply offered.”
He headed out the door but turned back. “Be careful. I think there’s something else she wants besides a job.”
“Noted,”
I answered in a dismissive tone.
Collette had broken my control, and I needed to get it back. Rossi knowing was one thing, but if I could be read that easily, then my enemies might find the chink in my armor.
She was going to be my downfall. I was looking forward to her giving it a try.
(ingrid scene)
A phone call interrupted my thoughts.
“They have the gun.”
It was all that was spoken in a whispered voice. I hung up without uttering a single word.
“Rossi,”
I yelled with a quick look at the screen.
We got into the limo and headed into town.
It was still early in the evening, but I needed to meet this Ingrid woman.
She had pieces to the puzzle that would help me. I just knew it.
The coffee shop was an anonymous place that was safe for me to be seen in public with her.
“Hello, are you Mr. Holdt?”
A tall slender woman in her fifties stood and held out her hand.
“Yes.”
I shook her hand and motioned to the table she had been sitting at.
“You asked for this meeting. What can I help you with?”
“It’s come to my attention that you found the gun that was used to kill Andrew Simpson. Do you have any leads on the killer?”
Her head jerked up.
“Why would you want to know about that?”
“Andrew was someone important to me. I want to find his killer.”
I placed a hand over hers.
“You didn’t kill him?”
She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes.
“What? No, of course not.”
I was shocked at her accusation. “What would give you that impression?”
“He was last seen with you. Then the next thing we had information on was that he had a bullet wound in his forehead in Ireland. How were we not supposed to think it’s you?”
I ran a hand through my hair.
“That might be a logical assumption, but what would be the motivation for having him killed?”
“We can’t find any reason that makes any sense for why he was killed. He had to have known something or done something to you that made you want to have him killed.”
She appeared a little nervous and continued to look at Rossi’s imposing form.
“For the record, I did not kill Andrew Simpson. Nor did I have him killed.”
I knew that it didn’t make me any less of a suspect, but I believed in telling the truth whenever possible.
“We’ve been trying to find out who killed him ourselves.”
She still looked doubtful.
“There are lots of rumors around you and the type of tactics that you employ with your company. It’s not outside the realm of possibility that you have people killed when it suits you.”
I shook my head.
“Seriously, when will people realize that not everything they hear is the truth?”
“Why would I meet with an agent from the FBI if I was the killer? I know that some people think killers try to integrate themselves into the investigation, but that’s a little more narcissistic than even I could pull off.”
“While that’s a good point, there just isn’t anything that gives us a clue as to why he was murdered and you were the last contact point. Can you explain that?”
“I can, but right now I’m not able to tell you about it. It’s very sensitive information and other lives might be in danger if I tell you anything.”
She sighed. “Then I’m afraid I can’t help you. This meeting was a waste of time. I’ve got a missing person and need to figure out where they’ve gone.”
Ingrid stood, but turned back as if deciding on how trustworthy I was.