12. Coming To Collect
“Howards. She made contact. It’s just an envelope with no return address, filled with money. Fifty thousand dollars,” Colin said shortly into the phone to his private investigator. Standing up from his office chair in his study, he felt his chest tighten with a burning pain spreading uncomfortably throughout his body. She was alive. Colin closed his eyes and let himself feel relief.
“Currency?” Howards asked, his tone just as clipped.
“American. What can we do?” Colin gritted, placing a hand on the back of his neck, squeezing hard.
“We might be able to run the serial numbers on the cash to see what country the money was last run through. Send me pictures of some of the bills real quick. Let me call my government connect and I will be in touch when I hear something.”
“Howards, make it quick please,” Colin stated before hanging up. He hurriedly did as Howards asked, then immediately dialed another number.
“Hello?’ Jonathan’s deep voice sounded relieved as he answered.
“Jonathan, it’s Colin-” he started, immediately being interrupted.
“No shit motherfucker. I certainly didn”t think you were Donald Duck! Any update?” Jonathan asked quickly, dismissing any niceties.
Colin had been on a rampage for three weeks straight and Jonathan thought he might have to fight the man himself.
“Yes, I’m on my way. I’m waiting to hear back from my PI. I’m putting the plane on standby; will you be able to fly out with me?” he said, seeing a text from his PI come in. He read it as Jonathan replied, seeing that Howard’s government connection was currently running pictures of the bills as they spoke.
“Of course. Where to?” His best friend replied.
“We’re still trying to figure that out. I’m on my way to your house.” Colin ended the call and grabbed the envelope, stashing everything back in before taking off toward his garage. For the first time, he felt a little life enter him along with bone searing relief.
You’re alive, and I’m coming to collect you, baby. Best believe.
***
Colin walked into Jonathan and Vanessa’s new home fifteen minutes later, rounding the foyer, seeing Vanessa walking straight to him. The tall, curvy redhead threw herself into his arms, crying.
“Oh my God, Colin!” She sobbed, her tears wetting his jacket. Her fingers clutched at him desperately and he hugged her back as hard as he dared without squishing her swollen stomach, mindful of the baby she was carrying.
“I know,” Colin said hoarsely. “I need Jonathan. Where is he?” He pulled away from Vanessa gently, turning towards his study.
“He’s upstairs, putting Ally to bed.” She sniffed, wiping her eyes and glancing at the staircase.
Colin took the stairs two at a time, banking a left and heading towards Allison’s room, knowing exactly where it is. He paused, hearing Jonathan’s deep voice filter through the crack of the door. He knew Jonathan was in there, reading her a bedtime story. His phone beeped just as he was getting ready to walk into the room and he paused, pulling his phone out.
The currency places her in Macau, China. We’re still trying to figure out how and where. Her name does not show up in any database for any plane, no bank statements showing cash used, no cell phone, nothing. We originally ran both her maiden and married names with no luck. She’s likely under a false identity. We have to dig some more. -H.
Eyebrows furrowed, he read the email again. China? Colin thought. His lip curled.
The bitch.
His hand tightened on his phone and he grimaced on a rough inhale as that word came back. He’d called her so many names the first few weeks after she left, silently and to himself, of course. But then the first local redheaded woman showed up dead and he firmly stowed away any bad thoughts he had about her. He refused to taint her memory like that, worried the next red headed woman would be her, though it wasn’t. Then the next lady showed up dead and he started truly panicking. After the fourth local redhead showed up, Jonathan threatened to put him in a seventy-two-hour psychiatric hold if he couldn’t get control of himself.
He’d ID”d every one of them. Each trip to the morgue killed a piece of his soul until he felt he’d never be the same again. Consequently, Colin began to torture himself in the gym to keep the anxiety that was his ever-present companion at bay.Then he moved on to broadening his sleeve tattoo, the hum of the needle and the pain overtaking his mind, canceling out his thoughts just enough to be bearable. Between the bodily torture, boxing with Alexander, renovating a small room off their closet, and the endless hours of work, he”d managed to make it through these fourteen weeks by the skin of his teeth.
How could she do this to me?Colin thought for the twelve thousandth time. With shaky hands, he knocked and pushed himself into Allison”s princess themed room. He gave her a little smile, seeing she was tucked in for bed and Jonathan was sitting next to her in a recliner with his legs propped up, reading her a bedtime story in the glow of her pink princess lamp.
“Uncle Collie!” Allison smiled brightly, looking happy and content, tucked securely under the covers with her stuffed animals. Her normally gray cheeks glowed pink like her room. Finally, she was looking healthy. He bent and gave her a hug and a kiss on the top of her head, ruffling her strawberry blonde curls gently. However, Colin’s smile wavered when he heard ‘Uncle’ and those familiar feelings of insecurity came back hard.
“Hey, lil’ bit,” Colin said in greeting. He sat in a nearby chair and typed out instructions on his phone for the flight crew to have the plane ready to be boarded as soon as possible, and then messaged his personal assistant to get the hell up and pack, as she was coming too. He listened while Jonathan finished Allison’s bedtime story and closed the book, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
“Goodnight, daddy,” Allison said, yawning, curling into her pink bunny. “Goodnight, Uncle Colin,”
“Night princess.” Colin winced against the endearment as he made his way out of Allison’s room, hearing Jonathan shut the door behind them as they entered the hallway.
“Update?” Jonathan said shortly, his eyes flickering over Colin’s form tightly.
“She’s in Macau, China!” He hissed, throwing him a filthy look and pacing down the hallway with quick steps.
“Wow, she ran ran, huh?” Jonathan said, his steps quickly overtaking Colin’s as he hurried his way into the expansive primary bedroom, entering his and Vanessa’s closet and pulling down a suitcase that he began throwing clothes into.
“Seems so,” Colin said. His eyes stayed tight on Jonathan’s marble top island as he contemplated, for the billionth time, what she was doing with herself if she wasn’t dead. How’d she get fifty grand so soon?
The same question he’d asked her for months before having to drag it out of her.
“Hey,” Jonathan said, pausing briefly in his packing. “She’s alive. That’s the most important thing right now. Now let’s go get the girl back so she can stay that way.”
Colin nodded and waited as Jonathan finished up before they bid Vanessa goodbye and took off into the night towards the airport where their private plane was waiting.
***
EIGHT DAYS LATER. Macau, China. 10pm.
Olivia followed her friend and bodyguard, Erick, to the front of her bungalow. It was late, and he was once again walking her home from the local ramen restaurant.
She took out her keys and went to unlock the door, pausing for a second to glance up at the man, whose brown eyes were so similar to Colin’s. Feeling that familiar, haunting ache in her chest, she spoke quickly before she lost her nerve. “Hey, want to come in for a small nightcap before you go? I have popcorn, and I could use a friend right now,” she asked with a touch of sadness in her voice.
She wasn’t lying, her nights were becoming increasingly worse, and she knew if she didn’t have a night soon where she didn’t cry herself to sleep, then she was going to have to get on depression meds, and she didn’t want to do that.Her eyes burned with unshed tears.
Erick was nice, but he was no substitute for Colin, and Olivia knew she was just using his looks to appease herself. She missed her husband and her family and for the millionth time she wondered if she hadn’t misjudged the situation, only reacting out of hurt and extreme heartbreak. But the writing had been quite literally on the wall. How could she have misinterpreted it?
“Sure, but I gotta get back to my house soon,” Erick said, putting his hand at the back of his neck and squeezing. He briefly thought to himself that he couldn’t let himself go all the way with her as this woman was clearly damaged. He wondered about her. He didn’t have the whole story, but just the look in her eyes and the stance of her body made him wary. She’d been through something painful and he wasn’t sure he wanted to get near her with a ten-foot pole.
No, he’d accept his generous checks from Gypsy and go about his business as usual.
Olivia nodded with a small smile that never reached her eyes and opened the door, seeing her lamp glowing on a side table next to her kitchen. She threw her keys and her phone on the side table, placing her purse on the countertop and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, tossing it to him playfully.
God, anything to get my spirits up,she thought, feeling the familiar pang of grief glowing in her heart and making her chest tight. She was hopeful some company would help.
“Hey, find something on the television. I’ll be right back. I need to get out of my heels,” she said, padding her way into the space to the hallway. Sniffing, she scrunched her brows, noticing her place smelled different, slightly too familiar.
What is that? she thought, feeling that glowing, gaping feeling in her chest burn hotter.
Making her way through the dark and into her bedroom, her skin prickled as she went deeper into the room, gasping as her heel caught on something. Stumbling briefly, she was distracted from the niggling feeling as she bent down to extract herself.
What’s this duffel bag doing here?She thought to herself, holding up the strap and seeing it attached to a big black bag that was packed.
Her eyes narrowed, and she startled in fear as she saw movement across the room by her bed. Suddenly her bedside lamp clicked on. Terrified, she let out a blood curdling scream before the light fully illuminated the space. Falling into the dresser behind her, she gasped as her heart crawled into her throat and the figure came into focus. Her eyes widened in recognition.
Him.
Looking murderous in a plain white T-shirt, his tattoos dangerously standing out against his arms. Her eyes roamed, seeing Colin had broadened his sleeve on his right arm in her absence. Her heart pounded and she went slightly lightheaded at the look in his chocolate colored eyes.
Her eyes flickered, finding another figure. “J-Jonathan?” she sputtered, just as her sister’s fiancé came into view.
“I see you still can’t say hello to me, wife.” Colin growled with a thunderous look on his face.
Jonathan had a slight smirk on his face that quickly disappeared when Erick came crashing through the doorway with the bat she had stashed close to her room. Seeing the three of them, he went for Jonathan first as he was closer, swinging wildly. Colin kept his eyes on Olivia’s, and she couldn’t take her eyes away from him, even though they were both painfully aware that Jonathan was currently being attacked. There were a couple of grunts and a sharp blow, and Erick fell to the ground gasping in pain as Jonathan sank his fist so hard into his stomach he gagged, almost throwing up on her carpet.
She snapped out of her spell, turning her eyes to her friend and Jonathan.
“Jonathan, stop!” Olivia yelled, her heart racing for her friend.
Jonathan had wrestled the bat away easily, using some complicated kung fu moves, and snatched the man back up to his feet before letting him go. Erick stumbled a few feet before making his way over to Olivia. Her eyes flew to Colin’s once more and widened as she felt her heart fully stop. She gasped in fear and toppled back a few steps, placing a hand on her racing heart, seeing he’d pulled out a deadly looking gun and was currently training it on Erick with a look she’d never seen in his eyes. White hot, furious rage. Her loving husband was gone, replaced with someone she didn’t recognize. Someone who had a coldness and darkness about him.
Ruthless.
“You fuck my wife?” Colin asked simply. There was no stress in his tone revealing his anger or displeasure, it was as if he could have been asking Erick to hand him a piece of paper. The calm of his tone terrified Olivia. Colin had obviously had weeks to come to terms and deal with her absence.
Her eyes flickered greedily, seeing how his white t-shirt stretched across his chest with his movements, his tattoos looking dangerous as he welded the gun rather expertly.But his eyes…. she couldn”t meet them, and he wasn”t yet trying to meet hers either.
Olivia noticed he put on several more pounds of muscle in her absence, no doubt working his body to the bone to deal with her leaving him. Olivia couldn’t help it, she bit her lip as she felt her panties flood with desire as his possessive claim sunk into her brain. She was sick, just as sick as him. Had to be. She shivered violently, feeling like she was in a fever dream.
Her breath hitched, feeling that spark suddenly ignite inside the cavern of her chest, bringing her back to life. Just then, his eyes slid to hers for a heartbeat length of time before he looked away dismissively once more.
Oh God baby please don’t kill him!Her teeth chattered.
Erick held his hands up and inched away from Olivia carefully.
“Nooo,”Erick said slowly, his eyes sliding slowly to Olivia, who was currently shaking so hard that the dresser was barely holding her up. She could mentally hear him yelling at her to say something, to explain this situation that looked so bad was completely innocent.
“C-Colin, this is Erick. He’s been w-watching out for me since I’ve been here,” she whispered, feeling like she was talking through a frog in her throat. She let out little panting gasps, feeling the edges of her vision start to go hazy as it hit her she was about to cause a man’s murder. A man who’d done nothing but help her since she got to Macau.
“Oliv-,” Erick started to speak, but was quickly interrupted.
“You say her fucking name again and I’ll blow your brains out all over this room. Motherfucker I dare you,” Colin said, his voice calm, resigned.
He stepped forward to them and cocked the gun against Erick’s head. That simple movement spiked the tension in the small space and Olivia whined as she finally collapsed, overcome. She gasped in shock as Colin shot out his free hand and wrapped it around her throat, preventing her from hitting the floor. He hauled her up and against his rock-hard form. Olivia’s eyes stared wildly into his as he finally turned his chocolate eyes onto hers. She pulled in a panicked breath at the absolute misery and depravity she found within the depths of his gaze.
He smirked coldly at her, tightening his hold slightly.Jonathan moved into her eyesight, making her eyes flicker to him.
“Ollie, Allison had her liver transplant. We made it through,” Jonathan said kindly. Somehow knowing what to say to soothe and ground her. His eyes bored into hers for a second before he turned to Erick, who was still standing there with his hands up.
“Go on, I’ll see you out,” Jonathan said softly to Erick, waiting for the man to turn and head to the door before walking two feet to them. He turned slightly to put a heavy hand on Colin’s shoulder, efficiently grabbing the gun from him and leaning forward to place his lips on Olivia’s temple.
“Welcome back, Ukhat,” Jonathan whispered to her, stepping away and turning to walk to the door.
Sister.
“Don’t be too long because we’ve got a plane to catch. And don”t hurt her either. I”ll fuck you up.” He threw over his shoulder as he closed the bedroom door with a click.
There were a tense few moments as they regarded each other, greedily drinking in the others’ appearance. Olivia trembled, feeling her body flush hot with fear and desire as he regarded her silently. Her eyes widened at the pain expressed within his and her lips quivered, feeling his fingers tighten slightly around her throat in warning.
Olivia made a small sound, slapping her hands onto his shirt and gripping hard as they both moved at once, lunging and clutching at each other as their mouths met roughly. Olivia squealed as he picked her up and slammed her roughly down onto the dresser, shoving up her skirt and ripping her panties off, grunting as one edge of the elastic caught in between the heel of her right foot and her shoe.
“Who is Erick to you? Your pimp… drug dealer? Connect?” he bit out, his voice laced with jealousy and bitterness. Her blood sang as he opened his belt buckle and took his phone out of his pocket before shoving his pants down just enough to free his erection. She whimpered as he suddenly jerked her hips to the very edge of the dresser, causing her to have to lean back and support herself on her elbows.
”How did you find me?” She gasped, her blood rushed through her veins at the feel of his fingers crushing into the flesh of her thighs.
Colin ignored her. “Has he ever fucked you? Has he had his cock inside this sweet body? MY body?” He snarled, as he spread her legs roughly, looking between them. His fingers bruised the inside of her thigh in a crushing grip. “You had better goddamn answer me when I ask you a question! I ASKED YOU IF YOU FUCKED HIM!” His eyes snapped to hers and she balked at the anger she found there.
“No! No Colin, he’s my bodyguard,” Olivia whispered, flinching as he suddenly lowered his head and spit between her legs, making her face flame with embarrassment at the unexpected action, the feeling flooding her from her head to her toes leaving her slightly breathless. He cut his eyes to her as he took his cock out. The sight of it cooled her off a little as it was so angry looking and swollen with need. A thread of precum hung from the tip and he notched it into her opening before looking up at her, hearing her groan at the hot feel of him against her.
”C-Colin-”
“Pathetic,”Colin interrupted, the one word her undoing as he suddenly thrust hard.
Her scream echoed around the room as he mercilessly bottomed out inside of her.The dresser banged loudly against the wall with the force of his thrust. He pulled back and slammed back in roughly, drawing another wail from her, and a harsh bang from the dresser. It burned. She hadn’t had anything or anyone inside of her since she left him. She wasn’t able to go there, still feeling too raw.
She winced as he reached forward, grasped her hair, and pulled her face up to him. His eyes roamed her brown hair, displeasure was present on his face, plain as day, and she pursed her lips at the sight, feeling shame mix with her arousal.
“Shut your bitch mouth. I don”t want to hear it,” he said, his words ringing harshly throughout the small space.
Olivia”s eyes widened in surprise at his harshness before narrowing in anger, and she reached forward and pushed at his chest hard. ”You fucking asshole!” she yelled at him, growling low in her own throat as he let go of her hair and snatched her wrists up, grasping them in one hand. His other hand went back to her throat, wrapping around and squeezing the sides, cutting off her air supply.
Colin”s eyes flashed as he bared his teeth at her. “I have coddled you, I have bent over backwards for you. And you fucking left me, even after assuring me you wouldn’t while we were at the therapist. I trusted you and gave you everything that I had, all that I was, even changed myself for you. No fucking more,” he whispered harshly, slamming into her on another painful thrust, making her cry out.
Olivia tilted her head down as she felt a series of hot shivers race up her spine and her eyes fill with tears at the truth of his words. He verbalized what she’d been thinking. Though she was hurt, her trust betrayed, she’d reacted like a child, causing everyone around her undue pain.She sucked in a breath when he loosened his grip enough and felt tears spill onto her cheeks.
“I know, I know, I’m so s-sorry baby I was wrong!” Olivia cried out, trying to jerk her head away, but his hold on her throat was too tight. “I didn’t mean to hur-” she tensed up as he suddenly reached forward and slapped her across the face, the movement making her clench hard around him in excitement. He roughly yanked her head back to look at him, and she narrowed her eyes at him, panting.
“Goddamn you for making me like this…for making me love you,” she hissed at him.
“You have no fucking choice, amor,” Colin replied in a rough tone that made her heart race with excitement. ”You’re going to like it whether you fucking want to or not. You’re going to fucking love me because you have torn my heart out and stomped all over it and left me fucking bleeding. And by the way, I don’t fucking like your hair. That was a bitch move,” he growled into her face, still thrusting. ”And if you don”t want to come back as what we agreed to in our contract, then you are damn sure going to come back as what we agreed to in our marital vows as my wife. I”m not letting you out of it that easily.” He suddenly reached for his phone, unlocked it, and placed it on her chest.
Olivia gaped up at him in embarrassment as he never slowed, the little slaps of their bodies meeting clear as day in the room.
“Mr. McDermont,” a woman answered the phone.
Olivia’s eyes widened as she hurriedly placed her hand over her mouth to stem her moaning. Her core tightened viciously; she was about to orgasm. She cursed in her head as she became wetter, the slapping sounds echoing louder as she coated his erection with her essence. Her heart leapt in her throat as Colin suddenly reached forward and pulled her hand away, slapping her lightly on her face once again. She turned furious eyes to him as she gritted her teeth as she orgasmed, locking the muscles of her throat down, trying to be silent. Her nails clawed into the dresser as she tried to recoil away, and he yanked her back, grinding heavily into her pussy.
A tear escaped her eye at the pain of it.
“Sylvia, I need you to go to the drugstore and buy some hair dye stripper and have it on the plane for me. And I need at least ten days worth of plan B pills, and five pregnancy tests. And some duct tape. Now!” Colin said, not even trying to hide the hard sex sounds that were in the background. The woman was quiet for a second as the slapping sounds ensued. Olivia threw her head back, gasping as she felt her body break out in sweat, overstimulated and not ready to have another orgasm. Colin slowed his movements, thrusting harder, causing her to moan as he pressed deep into her.
”Hmmmm fuck me,” she whispered as low as she dared, feeling her toes curl in her shoes.
The woman on the phone stuttered for a second, obviously hearing them.
“Y-ye-yes sir. How many boxes do you need?” Sylvia said, sounding like she was moving very fast.
“Four, five. I don’t give a fuck as long as it works, just figure it out! That’s what I pay you for,” he said sharply, hanging up on the woman. He clicked a few more buttons and Katy Perry started singing about Riding Harleys in Hawaii. The song he’d played when he met her at the diner. She gasped in recognition and licked her lips as he leaned down to her face.
“Fourteen mother fucking weeks,” he said, slapping his hand across her face again, making her gasp.
“I hate you.So much, Colin!” she threw the words at him mercilessly, whimpering as she felt a seriously painful orgasm looming.
“That makes the two of us. How fucking dare you leave me? How could you, Olivia?” he looked at her, his eyes cold. She narrowed hers at him, staying silent.
“I missed you though,” Colin suddenly said, yanking her top down and exposing both of her breasts. His eyes trained on her bouncing globes and erect nipples for several minutes as he beat his flesh into hers. The beat of the song provided the perfect tempo for them. She flinched, finding their situation incredibly sexy.
“Now, are you going to cum for me, huh? Be my little cum slut? That’s all you fuckin deserve right now.” He yanked her head back to stare at him as he lowered his face to hers. “You sure don’t deserve me as I was.” With a groan that he quickly cut off, he silently orgasmed at the first hard clasp of her vagina, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of her thighs. She shuddered, resting her head against the dresser mirror and taking a minute to breathe deeply. His flesh slipped from hers too soon, still hard, and he stepped away from her, his chest heaving slightly.
Colin regarded her coldly as he took a second to pull himself back together.“You’re packed up already. We’re going home. Pull yourself together and meet me in the front,” he said, leaving no room for argument.
“You can’t fucking order me around-”
Colin moved fast and Olivia gasped and recoiled back away from him, pressing her back into the mirror and turning her head as he’d suddenly crowded into her space. Colin’s scent permeated her senses as he pressed his chest against hers. They were silent for such an uncomfortable amount of time that Olivia”s heart began to race, not knowing what was happening. Confused and slightly scared, she made a small sound as he tilted his head. Placing his lips to her ear, he spoke softly in a low tone.
“If you don’t get your fucking ass off this dresser and do as I say, then neither one of us is going to be the same after tonight. I promise to God, Olivia, you do not want me to go there. Get. The. Fuck. Up. I won’t tell you a third time,” he breathed into her ear, deadly serious. He pressed his lips to her neck right over her pounding pulse and despite the rough hate sex they’d just had, Olivia was ashamed to admit she could go again. “Tell me right now, and I want the truth. Did you fuck that man?”
There was a tense few seconds where they just breathed into each other’s space and Olivia’s heart pounded uncomfortably hard in her chest, making her pant, desperate whines escaping her throat. This is him. This is sadistic Colin, she thought with a hot thrill racing through her body at seeing her husband as he truly was for perhaps the first time.
”No,” she answered quietly, knowing her eyes were pained as they flickered away from his intense gaze.
He nodded once, not saying another word.
Olivia glanced around nervously, seeing that all her personal stuff was gone. She hopped off the dresser and inhaled sharply as semen and her essence visibly slicked down her legs. Her eyes flew away from him embarrassed, as she turned and went into the bathroom, limping. She unhooked her panties from her shoe and blushed, thinking her husband literally just fucked her like a whore, her underwear hanging from her shoe, all while he made a phone call at that!
Taking a few minutes to wash up, Olivia ventured from the bathroom a little later to see Colin gone and the bags removed out of the room. She walked through the hallway and into the living area seeing there were several men in the room with them, including Jonathan. He threw her a quick assessing look, averting his gaze quickly at what he saw, making her run her hand down her hair self-consciously; blushing.
Did all these men hear what just happened?She thought to herself, tugging her rather short skirt down.
The men headed out of the house and Colin clocked her gaze and jerked his head to the front door, signaling her to silently follow them. Olivia cast another quick look around before walking to the little table and grabbing her purse. After a quick search, she noticed her keys were gone. With a fission of trepidation mixed with hope blooming in her chest, she followed the security detail out of the home and into the waiting vehicle outside.
She was thankful that Colin allowed her to stop at the ramen shop to say goodbye to Ying, who announced she was happy to see her stop running and promised to make her stay in touch. The simple concession touched her, and made her hopeful that however they moved forward, it would be at the very least amicable.
***
Jonathan settled himself in the barrel seat of their private plane, wincing as he heard a crash come from their back bedroom where Colin and Olivia were. He glanced in apology at the airplane stewardess as her eyebrows rose, handing him his whiskey. He pulled out his phone, connecting it to WiFi and dialing Vanessa. Putting it on speakerphone, he placed it on the table as he opened his laptop.
“Hello?” Vanessa’s soft voice filtered through his consciousness, making him settle for the first time in a week.
“We’ve got her, baby,” he said, taking a sip of his drink and shaking his head slightly as he heard a soft cry followed by a series of slaps and Colin’s deep rough voice sounding sharp, muffled by the bedroom door. He turned the volume on his phone up and stuck ear pods in his ears.
“Oh my God, Jonathan,” Vanessa suddenly cried, her voice hitching. “Is she okay?”
“I think so, not sure how much of her is going to be left by the time we get home though,” he said wryly, hearing a sudden silence come from the bedroom. After a few seconds, he heard Colin’s muffled voice speaking again with Olivia”s voice clearly yelling back at him. Vanessa paused.
“Well, tell him to leave something for me to attack. That’s not fair. Fucking bitch just up and left for months! We thought she was dead,” she whispered rather harshly through the phone.
“Baby, I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Colin. No one can blame her for reacting the way she did. What she found in that room…I can only imagine what it must have looked like to her. Now they’re both going to have to figure out a way to put the pieces back together, if they can,” Jonathan said quietly as he typed on his laptop, going over work for his business.
The week in China had cost him several million dollars, and he winced as he realized again that Colin also took a major financial hit for the last fourteen weeks he’d been going crazy trying to find Olivia. Jonathan had to step in and help run his business. He sighed tiredly, typing out an email to Dr. Tyson on Colin’s behalf, reinstating their therapy appointments for the both of them. Colin hadn’t been going since Olivia left. Too much longer and Jonathan thought he’d have to place Colin in a psychiatric hold.
“Yeah but…he wasn’t drunk Jon. Why didn’t he just tell her?” she whispered; he could feel her heart breaking for Colin.
“No…it’s complicated but she didn’t stick around long enough for an explanation. And he wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the information. How’s my girl?” he changed the subject.
“Ally’s doing good,” Vanessa said.
“My boy?” he said, now referring to their baby still in her stomach at seven months.
“He’s kicking me to death. He’s going to be strong, just like his daddy,” she whispered reverently.
“And you? I can’t wait to see you, love,” he whispered back. Wishing he could feel her soft skin against his.
“Just missing you. Trying to settle into this big mansion you dragged us into,” she giggled through the phone.
“Well, enjoy it because when I get home, we have a lot of making up to do,” he said with a small smile, bidding her farewell and ending the phone call. He took a sip of his drink, turning back to his work and trying to ignore his absolute maniac of a best friend and his wife.
***
Slap, slap.
Olivia roughly shrieked into the duct tape that was wrapped tight around her mouth as she sagged into the chair she was strapped to. Her body quickly tightened again as she saw Colin stop and shake his arm slightly before he paused to take a deep drink of his scotch. She let out a series of sobs, her breaths coming out hot through her nostrils as he made her wait for the next blow. His arm snapped and the mean flogger landed.
Right on her clit this time.
Throwing her head back, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she silently suffered through the worst orgasm of her life. Her body twitched hard in the restraint; her mind still not believing he’d restrained her like this.
Colin duct taped her around the chair in the bedroom of the plane, several loops around her torso, looping around the back of her chair, then around her thighs, holding her up and splayed open for him, her feet hanging on either side of the arm rests. She tilted her head back, her hands clenched, shaking.
Her pussy was pink and swollen from the flogger’s constant manipulations.
He teased her with fluttering slaps mixed with hard flicks. Olivia moaned as she felt herself dripping onto the seat beneath her. He’d yet to touch her, aside from the flogger. She wanted his mouth more than anything in the world, but she couldn’t say it. She could only wait for the pain right now. She thought about giving him the hand signal to get him to stop, only so he could unbind her and she could tell him to put his mouth on her.
However, she instinctively knew if she safe-worded to get him to do something else, then she would be in more trouble than she was in now.
Colin sat on the bed in front of her, regarding her trembling, helpless form. With every strike, he felt more and more of his control coming back. He breathed deeply, inhaling her unique scent.
“You look so beautiful, mama,” he rasped, his Latin flair coming out thicker than normal, betraying his desire for her. He leaned forward to cup her swollen, stinging flesh in his big hand, and she whimpered as he ground the heel of his palm into her clit. She was red; he’d been spanking her pussy for a while, alternating the blows from the top of her mound to her clit, and sometimes to her breasts, her thighs, her feet, and her arms. Not giving her a clue as to where it was going to land next.
Suddenly the bedroom door flew open, and Colin cranked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. Jonathan appeared with his hand clamped over his eyes.
“Yo, what the fuck,”Colin hissed, tilting his head back and regarding his friend.
“Ukhat, are you ok?” Jonathan gritted, not addressing Colin, but Olivia.
Olivia squealed into the tape around her mouth, her eyes flashing at Colin, who was turning a nasty shade of red himself. He’d suddenly turned his head and looked at her, a disbelieving expression on his face. He leaned forward and slowly peeled the tape off her mouth.
She almost choked, taking a ragged breath. “I’m. Fine. Jonathan,” Olivia gasped, feeling like she could faint with embarrassment.
“You hear that Dr. Fucking Phil? She’s FINE!” Colin suddenly bellowed at Jonathan, making her flinch. This was the second time in one night she’d truly heard him lose his temper and his tone was scary.
“Olivia, do you have a safe word?” Jonathan pressed, refusing to leave.
“Yes!” Oh my God, get out.
“Then why aren’t you using it?” Jonathan almost growled, still angled away from them.
Olivia glanced at Colin again from her helpless position. Because I need this. Because I’m sick in the head, maybe? Because this man takes me to hell and back and I skip happily right along with him, my little demon husband. Fucking liar.
She couldn’t say any of that, so she said. “Because I don’t need to, Jonathan,” she said softly, her green eyes staring into Colin’s. She wondered if she imagined his eyes softening as he treated her to what she figured was a truly evil smile in return.
“You heard the lady. Now, if you don’t get the fuck out of this room Jonathan, I will kick you through one of these exit doors and watch your happy little inquisitive, nosy ass fly away!” Colin growled at his oldest friend.
Olivia heard the door click shut as Jonathan left them alone.
“Now,” Colin leaned forward, licking his lips and replacing the tape over her mouth.
“Wait!”she gasped, but he’d already firmly put the tape back in place and was currently sinking to his knees in front of her.
“No,” he dipped his head and swallowed her clit without warning.