Sixteen #2
Just as my eyes focus on the person he has zoomed in on, Bray stands behind us. “What the fuck? I always knew that chick was a bloody psychopath.”
My body vibrates with rage, pure, hot rage directed at the person in that image.
I always felt a weird vibe from her, but I didn’t think she would be this level of crazy.
I knew she had a crush on me, but damn, this, I did not fucking expect.
I don’t know how far she’s willing to go, but I do know there is no hole deep enough for her to hide in from me.
I will hunt her down, and when I find her, I’ll make sure she fucking regrets the day she thought she could threaten what’s mine.
“Who is it?” Reilly and Alyssa ask at the same time.
Running my hands through my hair, my frustration showing, I look at Alyssa apologetically. “Caitlyn, the PR manager I had working here just a few weeks ago.”
Alyssa comes up, wraps her arms around me and buries her head into my chest. Just her touch, and being able to touch her in return, calms the raging beast within me.
Looking back over to Dean, I command, “Pull her employee records and send someone over to her house. I want to be certain it’s her before we do anything.”
Nodding his head, he walks towards the door. “On it. I’ll check back in with you in a few hours. You guys going home?” he asks.
“We’ll be back at the penthouse in about thirty,” I tell him.
I feel Alyssa tense as I say the words. I already know she is going to argue about coming back to the penthouse.
“Umm, Zac, I need you to help me in the bathroom for a minute,” she says, waltzing back into the bathroom.
I smirk at her. “Sunshine, lead the way.”
Once we are locked into the bathroom with the door shut, she doesn’t waste any time.
“Zac, I can’t come back to the penthouse tonight.
I haven’t seen the girls in a while and I really like the sound of lounging out with my friends right now.
I’m tired, I’ve worked all day, and all I want to do is go home and veg for a few hours, and then sleep.
And have all my girls with me for breakfast when I wake up. ”
I kiss her to get her to stop talking. “Sunshine, if you want to have your girls’ night, you can have them all come to the penthouse and make use of the theatre room. I can have whatever you want set up there.”
Her eyes well up. “Really? You would let me bring my crazy friends to your place all night? You know they will be there when you wake up, right? They won’t leave until you kick them out.”
Nodding, I know this. “Babe, if you want them there, I’m okay with it. Besides, I want you to start thinking of it as our place, not just my place.”
Reaching up, she gently kisses me. “Thank you, I don’t know what I did in life to deserve someone as sweet as you, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.” She kisses me again. “I’m still not moving in though.” Laughing, she walks out the door.
“Yet,” I tell her; she just shakes her head.
I’ve spent the last couple of hours listening to the shrills and laughter coming out of my theatre room.
If it wasn’t making Alyssa so happy, that much noise at four in the morning would annoy the shit out of me.
Ella woke up from the commotion at one point.
I was about to go and tell them all to get out of my fucking house for waking up my baby sister—well, all of them bar Alyssa—until Ella joined them.
I’m sitting in the living room, looking through the printed images that Dean took at Caitlyn’s house. Bray is sitting opposite me, nursing a glass of whisky. Every few minutes, his lingering eyes pass down the hall towards the theatre room.
Pointing at the coffee table that has the printed photographs sprawled across it, he says, “Maybe you should put those away before one of those girls sees them.”
He’s right. I don’t want any of them to see these images.
They are disturbing and it’s making me sick to my stomach, just looking at them.
Caitlyn had an entire wall covered in pictures of me.
Some were recent pictures of me with Alyssa, all with a big red X drawn across Alyssa’s face.
The thought of whisking Alyssa away to some deserted island has crossed my mind.
When I voiced this to Bray, he laughed and said, “Good luck getting her on board with that plan.”
After packing the images away, I look over at Bray. “I’m assuming you’ll still be here in the morning? I’m going to bed. I’m fucking tired.”
Rising, I don’t wait for his response. He still has a bedroom here. I will always make sure Bray and Ella have a place they can think of as home. This is that place for them.
I walk into the theatre and, without a word, pick Alyssa up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals as I walk out with her, her friends calling out random things and Ella groaning while throwing in a, “Gross! That’s my brother, girls.” I laugh, heading towards my bedroom at the end of the hall.
Putting Alyssa down on the bed, I’m quick to lay my body over top of hers. She’s still wearing that fucking dress. “Mmm, I’ve been waiting all night to rip this dress off your body, sunshine.”
I trail kisses up and down her throat. Her body shutters, and a few quiet moans escape her.
“Have you now? Well, what are you waiting for? You have me here in your room at your mercy. Whatever are you going to do with me?”
Alyssa unbuttons my shirt, her actions painstakingly slow.
“That depends. Are you tired, baby? Because if you want to curl up and sleep, then that’s what we’ll do.
If you want to play, then I’m more than ready to play this body of yours.
” Grinding my hard cock into her core, I show her just how ready I am.
“Mmm, I pick play,” she moans.
Sitting up slightly, I smirk down at her and rake my eyes slowly up and down her body. “Stay right here. Do not move an inch,” I instruct her as I make my way into the walk-in wardrobe.
After finding the toys I want for tonight, I walk back into the room to see she is still in the same position I left her. She tilts her head up, her eyes going wide when she sees what I have in store for tonight. I watch as she licks her lips and her breathing becomes shallow. She’s excited. Good.
Placing everything on the bed next to her, I pick up the pair of scissors and cut from the bottom of her dress up to her waist. Alyssa just stares, mouth open, when I cut away the fabric at the back of her neck and push the material off her body.
I smile down at her, taking in all of her beautiful, creamy, white skin. Mouth-watering breasts with the most perfect nipples—nipples I can’t wait any longer to have in my mouth. I suck on one nipple while rolling the other between my fingers.
“Mmm, I love the taste of you. I could suck on these all day, baby, and still not have enough.”
Alyssa holds my head against her chest, like I would willingly leave this spot.
“Oh my god, Zac, that feels so good,” she moans. I know she has sensitive nipples. I remember making her come just from sucking and playing with them the other night.
Releasing her nipple with a plop, I sit up to reposition her to the middle of the bed, just where I want her.
We have had a lot of sex the last few weeks, but we haven’t played like this, the way I intend to play with her tonight.
I know she gets off on a little pain. I know she’s experimentative and submissive in the bedroom.
“Sunshine, if you need me to stop at all, just tell me, okay? I’ll stop at any time you want.”
She looks up at me. “Okay.”
“I need you to know that I won’t ever do anything to hurt you. All I want to do is bring you to extreme pleasure. You know that, right?”
She nods her head. “Zac, I trust you wholeheartedly. Now fuck me already, would you?”
Well shit, since she put it like that. “With pleasure, sunshine.”
Picking up two sets of handcuffs, I place one on each of her wrists before securing them to the bedhead.
I smirk when I see her pull at them, testing their strength.
I trail my fingertips down her arms, slowly down the side of her breasts, right down to her hips and back up again.
I can feel her legs tense as she attempts to close them.
Too bad, I happen to be sitting between them, keeping them spread.
“You are so fucking sexy, all spread out for me like this. It’s like I’m at an all you can eat buffet and I don’t know which dish I want to start in on.”
Picking up a set of nipple clamps, I hold them up to show her.
“Wh… what are they for?” she asks. “Nervous, baby?” I smirk.
She shakes her head and licks her lips. “No, not nervous, excited.”
“Damn, you are the perfect woman, sunshine. These,” I say as I place one on her nipple, “are nipple clamps.”
I watch her reaction the whole time, the way her breath hitches, her body arching off the bed. The way her face flushes…
“Mmm, I think someone may be a fan of the nipple clamps.” I chuckle as I lean down to lick and suck at each nipple now that they have been clamped. “Oh god, Zac,” Alyssa is screaming. “I will come if you keep doing that. Oh gosh, don’t stop.”
I keep nipping and sucking while kneading her breasts, moving from one breast to the other. Alyssa is thrashing beneath me, trying with all her might to close her legs, lift her core, seeking friction between her legs that she so desperately wants.
“I love how your body responds to me,” I murmur as I trail a hand up and down her thigh, stopping each time just before I reach her centre.
“Zac, please, please, please make me come. I need… need…” She trails off.
Lifting my head, I respond, “I know what you need, sunshine, and I’m about to give it to you. You need to learn to be patient. I think this pussy of ours is a little greedy, wouldn’t you say?”
I trail kisses down her body. Licking, sucking and biting on all of her creamy skin. I know she will be left with my marks all over her for the days to come. Inhaling her scent when I reach her centre, I look up to see her watching me.