Chapter 3
MADISON
I smile at his disapproving scowl. “I mean, I did offer to distract you…”
It’s been such an emotionally heavy errand, searching his parents’ house for clues as to who took them. Not only that, but I can tell he has mixed feelings about Nick and Sonia Colton. Kyle did, too. They weren’t exactly loving caregivers.
I’m here to support him, to give him whatever he needs while he deals with this.
With that sinful kiss against my car, he started things in the driveway. Now I’ll see if he wants to finish them.
“You did offer to distract me, didn’t you?” His hazel eyes darken as he looks me up and down. “Take off your clothes.”
Keeping my eyes on him, I take off my t-shirt and bra, then my jeans, underwear, and socks. I already kicked off my shoes when we entered the house. I stand before Seth, completely naked. The house is a little chilly, and goosebumps spring up on my skin.
His gaze devours me. “Lie back on the bed and touch yourself. I want to see your fingers fucking glistening while they go in and out of your wet cunt.”
I feel self-conscious, but I hurry to obey. I wasn’t planning on any of this when I drove out here to meet him this morning. I just wanted to be here for him, in whatever way he needs.
I guess this is what he needs. Well, no complaints here.
I lie back, ass at the edge of the bed, legs hanging over so my toes brush against the rug.
Although he told me to touch my pussy, I start with my breasts, kneading them and plucking gently at my nipples.
Seth looms over me, looking down, still with that expression of stern disapproval.
A visible bulge appears at the front of his slacks.
He slowly removes his suit jacket and tosses it to the other side of the bed.
He’s so hot. And he likes what he sees, which gives me more courage to trace a line down my stomach, over my mound, and to my throbbing clit.
The first brush of my fingertip sends stars in front of my eyes. Seth’s breathing, and mine, are loud in the quiet room.
“Do that again,” he says, his voice so low it could be a growl.
I touch my clit once more, circling my fingertip over the swollen nub.
“Indecent little girl.” He stares down at me with fire in his eyes. “Now, penetrate yourself. Put a finger in as far as you can go.”
My third finger meets no resistance because I’m so wet. I thrust it into me, making sure the heel of my hand rubs over my clit as I do. A small moan emerges from my throat.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Seth asks. “Imagine it’s my cock instead—stretching you, reaching places you can’t reach on your own. Wouldn’t you like my cock inside you right now, you naughty little brat?”
“Yes,” I moan, closing my eyes to better visualize the picture he’s painting.
“Of course you would. But am I going to give it to you?”
I blink my eyes open and look up at him in bewilderment. “Um…yes? Aren’t you?”
“I told you that riling up a Dom on purpose is only going to bring trouble for you.”
“I—” Shit. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
His lips stretch in a sadistic smile. “You will be.”
He unbuttons his slacks and pulls out his cock, stroking it. I love watching him do that, I love watching the angry pleasure on his face and the rough way he handles himself.
“Keep touching your cunt, brat.” Another long, angry stroke. “It’s a race. If you come before I do, you win. If you don’t come before I do…you don’t come at all.”
Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck. A jolt of panic moves through me. I start rubbing the heel of my hand faster over my clit. The finger in my pussy barely matters at this point. If I don’t come after he’s gotten me so turned on, I’m pretty sure I’ll perish.
With my free hand, I play with one of my nipples, pinching it just to the edge of pain. Seth gives me a mocking grin, reaches over, and pinches the other nipple.
He doesn’t hold back like I do. I cry out in pain, even as a flood of arousal drenches my pussy.
The whole time, he jacks his hand up and down over his cock. A glistening drop of pre-come appears at the crown. I want to lick it.
As if sensing my desire, he leans over my face, putting his dick right in front of my mouth. I stick out my tongue to taste him. When I pull my tongue back, he rubs his cock head over my lips.
“I hope you’re close, brat, because I could come any second.” His hand works faster.
I am close, but am I close enough? I glance up at Seth’s face, at his cruel, calculating smile.
His gaze is focused at where my hand moves at my pussy. “Go ahead, brat. Come if you can.”
Those words tip me over the edge. My orgasm grips me, squeezing my limbs tighter and tighter until I burst, crying out with my release. Seth groans loudly as he comes all over my chest, spurts of sticky liquid landing on my tits and stomach.
We stare at each other for a long moment before his lips curve in a gentle smile.
No more mockery, no more disapproval. “Fuck, Madison. You’re perfect.
Don’t move, I’ll be right back with some tissue.
Although”—his grin widens—”I’m tempted to make you get dressed without cleaning up, make you wear my come for the rest of the day.
” He shakes his head while giving me a threatening look.
“But we’ll save that adventure for another time. ”
DAMIANO
My eyes are starting to cross. It’s been two days since Seth received the photo of his parents. I’ve spent hours reading mission summaries from the past five years, searching for any insights as to who, other than Point Ops, would hate us enough to kidnap Seth’s parents.
Seth knocks on the frame of my open office door. Two men stand behind him.
“Come in.” I gesture them forward, relieved for a break from reports.
The men following behind Seth look familiar, but I can’t place them. Both men are dressed like Seth and me, in expensive suits, and they look to be around our age, probably in their mid-thirties.
Seeing my confusion, Seth says, “Damiano, you remember Landon Sprechter and Cody Wells, from Midnight Intelligence Network.”
“Of course, the investigation firm. We met at that fundraiser a couple years ago.” I stand and shake their hands. Landon has close-cropped brown hair, with a tiny bit of gray at the temples, and a short beard like Seth’s. Cody’s hair is lighter brown and his face clean-shaven.
“We also met at Low Vice recently,” Cody says. “A few minutes before the last auction started.”
“Ah, right. Sorry I didn’t recognize you. It isn’t often the two worlds clash. But it’s good to see you both.” I send a questioning look to Seth. “May I ask…?”
“I wanted some outside help.” Seth gestures for them to take the two chairs in front of my desk while he pulls up a third for himself. “Fozz is great at what he does, but we’re asking him to do the job of four people, and he’s only one guy.”
I nod. It makes perfect sense. And Midnight has an unrivaled reputation in the private investigation sector.
“Also,” Seth continues, “I finally got a message back from the kidnappers. It’s Point Ops, no question.”
He places his phone on my desk and taps the screen. A garbled, disguised voice sounds through the speaker. “No police, no FBI, or they die. Quietly cancel all your contracts if you want to see your parents alive again, and dissolve Nove. You have three days.”
Landon nods at the now-silent phone. “We’ll run that recording through our in-house recognition software.
If you suspect that asshole Erich Pointer, we’ll run it against recordings of his voice.
Chances are he would’ve had someone else read off the message, though, or put it through an artificial voice generator. ”
My phone buzzes with a text. It’s Madison. I haven’t had a chance to respond to her earlier text this morning, and I’m beginning to feel like an absent lover.
Cody clears his throat and speaks. “Seth, will you send me the file?”
“I’ll do it right now.” Seth picks up his phone and taps at the screen.
“We’ll get started on it as soon as we get back to the offices.” Landon nods at us. “We’ve long admired your business, and wouldn’t mind connecting on future jobs, if you like the work we do.”
“We’ll keep it in mind,” I promise.
The two men take their leave. Seth and I face each other.
I gesture to my computer monitor. “I guess I can stop reading through thousands of mission summaries. The only person who wants Nove gone is Erich Pointer. He just can’t say so outright. What a fucking asshole.”
“Agreed.” Seth rubs a hand over his beard. “Was that Madison texting you just now?”
“Yes. I’ve been ignoring her and I feel terrible.” I pick up my phone. “She probably feels neglected. We should do something tonight. The three of us, if you’re also available?”
He nods.
Instead of texting her, I call. When she answers, I say, “Madison. Bella. Are you free this evening?”
“I am if you’re inviting me somewhere,” she says.
Seth picks up his phone and starts tapping on it.
“Have you seen Gorge yet?” It’s a zombie movie that recently came to theaters.
“Not yet.” There’s a smile in her voice. I thought she might like the idea.
“Then I’ll get us tickets. I’ll text you the time, and Seth and I will pick you up.”
“Sounds great.” I glance at Seth, who is still busy typing on his phone. I say to Madison, “Wear a skirt. If the movie is boring, I’ll pass the time by touching you in obscene places.”
“Damiano.” She sounds scandalized, aroused, and pleased.
We say our goodbyes and I start making tonight’s arrangements on my phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask Seth.
“I bought her a present.” He holds up his phone so I can see a picture of an anal plug. The green, heart-shaped jewel at the base matches Madison’s eyes. “We’ll help her put it in when we pick her up for the movie.”