CHAPTER ONE
Over the next few days, Hunter is gone more than he’s home. When he is home, he’s locked in that room downstairs, strategizing. I can tell the stress is eating away at him.
I want to help, but I don’t know how.
So I do what I do best.
I snoop.
I start going through Hunter’s office when he’s out. I’m careful not to disturb anything, but I photograph documents, notes, anything that might be useful.
Through my reconnaissance, I learn that John is holed up in a warehouse on the edge of town. I learn that John has at least two men working with him, and that Hunter has planned to meet up with him for the “exchange” very soon.
But I still don’t know where Luke is being held, or what Hunter’s plan is, exactly.
I’m in Hunter’s study snooping one day when I find something interesting: a handwritten note tucked into a book.
“Cemetery. Tuesday. 8PM. Come alone or he dies.”
Tuesday is tomorrow. This must be the “exchange”.
I photograph the note and put it back exactly where I found it.
That night, Hunter comes home late. I’m waiting for him in the bedroom, wearing nothing but one of his shirts.
“Hey,” he says, looking exhausted.
“Hey,” I say softly. “Come here.”
He sits on the bed and I move behind him, massaging his shoulders.
“You’re tense,” I observe.
“I have a lot on my mind,” he says.
“Want to talk about it?” I ask.
He’s quiet for a moment. I’m expecting silence, but he opens up. “The exchange is tomorrow night,” he says.
“I know,” I say before I can stop myself.
He stares at me. “How do you know?”
“I... found the note,” I admit.
He sighs. “Of course you did.”
“Are you mad?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “Just tired.” He turns back around. “Keep going. That feels good.”
I continue massaging his shoulders, working out the knots.
“What’s your plan?” I ask.
“I’m going to give John half the seed phrase,” Hunter says. “Then, once he releases Luke, I’ll give him the second half.”
Luke is Hunter’s adopted son technically, although he thinks of him more like a brother. They grew up in foster care together, and when Hunter was old enough, he legally adopted Luke, who’s 10 years younger.
John is Luke’s biological father. He’s a piece of shit from what I’ve gathered—drug dealer, extorts people instead of making an honest living.
He’s been leeching off of Hunter for years, and when Hunter put his foot down and stopped sending him money, he went postal and kidnapped Luke.
Now, John’s holding Luke for ransom, demanding Hunter’s Bitcoin seed phrase—a password that would allow him to access all of Hunter’s Bitcoin… which is a lot.
“You think he’ll go for that?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” Hunter admits. “But it’s the best plan I’ve got.”
“What if something goes wrong?” I ask quietly.
“Then I’ll deal with it,” Hunter says.
I want to argue, to tell him I should be there as backup, but I know he won’t agree. So instead, I scoot around the bed so I’m facing him, and kiss him softly.
My lips press against his softly at first, but after a few seconds, I feel his body tense up.
He grabs the sides of my face with his hands and pulls me towards him.
Before I know what’s happening, I feel his hands at the collar of my shirt (technically his shirt), ripping it.
The buttons pop off, and my eyes burst open for a split second as the round pieces of plastic scatter across the room.
Hunter’s thumbs coarsely brush over my nipples, and a shiver runs through my body.
I inhale sharply, like I’ve just taken a sip of cold water while chewing peppermint gum.
My body starts tingling, and I’m amazed yet again at the effect this man has on me.
In under 15 seconds, he has my entire body feeling like a live wire.
Time slows down as his fingers begin to massage my nipples.A whimper escapes my lips, and I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him.
He holds my body in place with one hand, preventing me from getting closer to him, while the other continues to tease my sensitive skin.
He’s keeping me at a distance, doing this on his terms, and it’s infuriating and sexy and so, so frustrating.
“I thought you were tired,” I whisper as he closes his mouth around my nipple and his teeth graze my skin.
“How can I stay tired when I have a sexy little nymph running around in one of my shirts?” he asks as he moves his mouth to my other nipple.
“It’s almost as if you were doing this on purpose,” he adds. “Are you?” he asks, his eyes briefly flitting up to mine. I close my eyes briefly and bite my lower lip.
I shake my head no, and his hand grabs my chin. “Liar,” he hisses into my ear. “You know the effect you have on me. And how about the little stunt you pulled. Going into my office again after I explicitly told you not to? You knew what you were doing.”
“I thought you weren’t mad,” I protest.
“Oh, I’m not mad, baby girl,” he says, “but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna punish you.”
“Why?” I whimper as he presses me onto the bed, so I’m laying flat.
He spreads my thighs with his hands and begins to slowly lick up my right thigh, starting at my knee. My body convulses, so he presses harder, preventing me from moving.
“Why do I want to punish you?” Hunter asks, pausing to glance at me. His eyes hit mine and lightning hits me. I nod.
“Because I want to,” he says simply. A chill runs up my spine.
Hunter returns his attention to my inner thighs. I feel his hands spread my lips. I wiggle, feeling self-conscious.
Hunter grabs my hips with both hands. “Don’t you dare move,” he says, “or I’ll just have to punish you harder.”
I close my eyes and try to stay still as Hunter’s tongue begins to trace up and down my pussy lips, teasing me. I desperately want him to go towards my clit, but he avoids it. He sticks one finger into my pussy, and I’m embarrassed by the loud noise it makes.
“Someone’s a naughty little girl,” he says. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how wet you are?”
Hunter pulls his finger out of me and trails it up my stomach. I look down and see my juices drying on my skin.He brings it up to my lips and pulls on my lower lip.
“Suck,” Hunter says. I open my mouth immediately. He slips his finger inside. “Good girl,” he says as I suck on the sweet juices.
He keeps his finger in my mouth, and I keep sucking as he returns to my pussy. He uses his mouth to apply suction around my clit, and my entire body trembles.
With this free hand, Hunter inserts one, then two fingers into me.
“Good little slut,” Hunter says as he pumps slowly at first and then faster. “Don’t you dare come until daddy says so.”
Tension begins to build in my body, and I feel myself losing control.
“There will be consequences if you come, sweetheart,” he warns me..
Right when I feel my body approaching a peak, he stops. Pleasure drains from my body, and I feel a dull, aching pulse.
Hunter looks up from between my legs, smirking. I’ve never felt so angry and horny at the same time.
“I’m punishing you, remember?” he says with a smirk.
“You’re such an asshole,” I mutter.
He grabs my wrists with one hand, pinning them above my head while he lowers his face to mine.
“What did you call me, baby girl?”
“You heard me,” I say, trying to muster some faux bravado.
“Is this your bratty way of asking me to fuck you in the ass?” he asks.
“What?” I ask, my eyes opening wide.
“You want an extra dirty punishment, so you’re being an extra dirty little girl,” he says.
With his spare finger, Hunter starts twisting my nipple, and again, I feel that tingle between my legs. I try not to reveal it on my face, but he smirks, and I feel like I’ve been exposed.
I shake my head while he pinches my nipple harder. “Liar,” he whispers. “I think that’s exactly what you want.”
“But first,” he says, as he moves to my other nipples, squeezing it hard, “Let’s redden that naughty ass of yours. I want to look at my palm prints all over your ass while I claim it.”
Rough hands are all over me and then I feel my body being hoisted in the air. It happens so fast that I don’t realize what’s happened until I feel my bare tummy brush against his thighs.
He’s sitting at the edge of the bed and I’m draped across his lap. Just as I’m registering the position I’m in, he swings one leg over mine, clamping me in place. One of his arms drapes across my lower back, securing me in place.
Without saying anything, Hunter starts walloping my ass. There’s no warm up. He begins raining spanks down hard. Within seconds my ass stings.
Hunter’s frenzied. As he punishes me, the image of a shark smelling blood comes to mind. He stops after about 30 seconds and moves his hand between my thighs. He slides three fingers into me easily. I’m somehow even wetter than I was before.
“I love how turned on you get by your punishments,” he says, bending down and whispering into my ear.
He pumps his fingers in a few times and rubs my clit. I feel my back arch involuntarily as a shot of goodness rushes through me.
“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says as he takes his fingers out.
He resumes spanking me, and within seconds I’m twisting my body, trying to escape. My skin feels hot, so hot now, and prickly. All of my sensations are heightened. Every touch feels like it’s magnified a hundredfold. I feel embarrassed and small, and more turned on than I ever have in my life.
After what seems like an eternity, Hunter stops and we’re both quiet for a few seconds.
“That’ll do,” he says. He lifts his leg—the one that was clamped over mine— releasing me, and picks me up. He throws me over his shoulder and walks a few steps until we’re facing the mirror on the wall.
Hunter sets me down so that my ass is facing the mirror. I peek over my shoulder. My entire bottom is bright red. I look at him; he’s smiling, satisfied.
“Perfect,” he says, running a hand up my warm flesh, “Now you’re ready.’”
My stomach flip-flops.
“Hands on the mirror,” he says. One of his hands goes to my lower back and I bend, placing my hands on the mirror.