ARSEN
Arsen ran his hands over Steele’s body as she lay on the floor of his Suburban. He’d taken all his clothes off and lay next to her. Thin lines ran over her pristine skin where the leather straps had been.
Things had to change, she had to see he was a man in transition and be able to be there for him, allowing him to make the changes he needed to. Too much bad had happened in his life and it was time for the good.
Steele had brought that good into his life. He wasn’t about to let it be him who changed her. She was perfect already. His hand ran over one perfect breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.
He took it in his mouth and ran his tongue around the nipple then suckled it, moving his hand to play with the other pert breast as he did. Steele made a little moan. Arsen didn’t even have to fight the instinct to smack her ass to let her know she wasn’t allowed to make noise.
Instead, he found her sounds pleasing and arousing. He kissed up her chest and playfully nipped at her neck then found her lips and took them in a soft kiss.
The kiss turned hard as Steele pulled at him, making him come closer and closer until his body was over hers and she was arching up for him. Normally he’d make a woman wait until he said it was time, but Steele made him want to give her anything she wanted.
It was all about her. Arsen knew she was his one weakness, and he was able to accept that fact. He could live with it. He wanted to live with it.
He moved into her and she sighed as he filled her completely. His heart beat hard in his chest as he felt more than he’d felt the night before. He’d come apart in front of her and she didn’t try to hurt him while he was weak.
Steele had held him, nurtured, and comforted him. Arsen knew he could trust her, like he’d never trusted anyone else in his entire life. In his arms he held the one woman who could help him be the strong man he wanted to be without being a monster to keep him that way.
Slow, long strokes he made as she arched up to meet each one. When he pulled his mouth from hers, her eyes opened and she looked at him. Her hands moved over his biceps as she whispered, “I love you so much, Arsen. I love you more than I even knew was possible. Being with you like this is more than Heaven.”
He couldn’t speak because tears were threatening him yet again. Arsen kissed her cheek softly and rubbed the tip of his nose to hers. Letting her know he felt the same way she did.
Steele ran her legs around him, running her feet up and down the long length of his legs. He knew she loved the way his muscles rippled with every movement. He moved faster, rippling them more for her.
It was all he could think about, pleasing her, giving her whatever she wanted. She arched up to him, silently asking him to speed up. He moved faster and thrust harder until her breathing was ragged and a thin sheen of sweat shone on her creamy skin.
Arsen knew Steele liked a little of his control over her and he leaned to whisper in her ear, “Come.”
Her body exploded around him, pulsing and squeezing him as she moaned with her release. He came right along with her. They would have some things to work through to get where each needed to be.
Arsen knew Steele wanted some of how he’d done things and some just weren’t good for her so he’d have to let her know those were his new hard limits. She was becoming more and more precious to him with each passing day. And he meant to treat her like one would any precious object.
“I love you, Steele. Thank you for being here for me. It’s more than I deserve,” he said then pulled away from her and began dressing. “We should probably get our clothes on. We should be nearing home.”
Steele picked up her strappy leather outfit and smiled at him.
“Um, I don’t know how to put this thing back on, Arsen.”
He smiled and shook his head as he buttoned up his shirt.
“Just put the coat on. Don’t even try to get back into those boots either.”
Wrapping the coat around her then tying the belt to keep it closed, she sat on the seat and buckled her seatbelt as the car came to a stop in front of the building Arsen’s penthouse was in. And that’s when he saw her.
“Oh my God.” Arsen’s tanned face went pale and Steele followed his wide stare.
“Who is that?” she asked as she looked at the woman who stood at the front of the building at twelve o’clock at night.
“Mistress Sinclair.” The words barely had left his lips when he realized Steele had rushed past him and gotten out of the car, running at full speed towards the tall, thin, blonde woman.
It was obvious Steele was in a full rage as she screeched, “You fucking piece of shit, bitch.”
Mrs. Sinclair had a smug look on her amazingly unwrinkled skin. The woman was a little over fifty and didn’t look it. Arsen winced as Steele, nearly six inches shorter than the woman, jumped up a little and grabbed a handful of her shoulder-length blonde hair.
In an instant, the two were on the ground and Steele was straddling the woman and beating the crap out of her. Arsen and Paul had gotten out of the car as quickly as they could, but Steele was just too fast for them.
Arsen called out to her over and over, but Steele was in such a screaming, cursing rage, she heard no one, was his thought on why she continued the assault on the woman who’d made him her submissive.
He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her away and found Mrs. Sinclair had a good amount of blood on her face from a busted lip and a wad of blonde hair was held tight in Steele’s small fist.
“Steele, calm down!” He ordered her in a strict tone as she wiggled in his grip to get back at the woman.
“Let me go, Arsen! Let me deal with this bitch!” Steele continued to try to get away from him as Paul helped the older woman up.
Arsen watched as the woman who’d helped make him the hard man he was stood up, her body shaking. She wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand and said, “My God, Arsen! Is this your little Hell cat?”
Steele wiggled and kicked into the air, screaming, “Shut the fuck up! You cannot talk to him!”
Arsen kissed the side of her head and had to hold in a laugh.
“This is my little Hell cat. Didn’t know she was one, but she’s mine. You should leave. She doesn’t seem to like you much.”
“We need to talk, you and I.” Sinclair looked at him then at Steele. “Preferably alone. I can take one attack but not two in one night. I’m not as tough as I used to be.”
Steele stopped wiggling and looked at Arsen.
“Do not be alone with this woman. Arsen, please.”
He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled.
“You have nothing to worry about, Baby.” He looked back at Sinclair. “I don’t give one shit what you have to say. This woman is my life now. The other three who were a part of the life I had before this little Hell cat came along are gone and you, I want nothing to do with. Thanks for going to the police and telling them I’m threatening you, though. You always have been one magnificent liar.” Waving a hand to dismiss the wretched bitch, Arsen turned to take Steele inside.
“I know who killed them, Arsen. I thought it was you and I kept digging until I found out who it was. If it was you, I meant to see you go to prison for the murders. Seems it wasn’t though. Seems like once again you are in need of my help, my protection. Are you really going to walk away from that again?”
Arsen turned and looked at her. The woman who’d nearly broke him.
Do I need her?
For Keeps Part 8
STEELE
Red was all she could see as Arsen held her tight around her waist, holding her off the ground, and said the words she never thought she’d hear come out of his mouth, “Maybe I should hear her out.”
The tall, thin, blonde woman smiled and looked at Steele.
“My name is Anne, by the way. And did I hear Arsen call you, Steele?” Her voice was calm and told nothing of the blood which still flowed from her busted lip or the swelling of her right eye.
Steele looked up at Arsen.
“I will not let you do this, Arsen. She’s a horrible person and you can’t believe a word she’ll say anyway.”
Anne Sinclair’s left eyebrow arched in amusement.
“Do not tell me this poor excuse for a submissive is going to tell you what to do, Master Sloan. Even in those clothes, she’s so obviously vanilla.”
A growl came from deep in Steele’s chest as she said, “Let me go, Arsen. I can make her stop talking if you just let me go.” She began to wiggle in his tight grip again.
Arsen narrowed his eyes at his old mistress.
“She is not a person I want you to speak about any more, Sinclair. Now tell me what you know so we can be done with this.”
“In private, Arsen. It’s not a quick thing, and I’d like to see to my wounds your hell cat has inflicted on me. If you don’t mind.” Anne moved towards the glass doors to the lobby of the building Arsen’s penthouse was in.
“Paul, will you see her to your apartment? I don’t want her in my home.” Arsen walked ahead of Anne. Steele was still held under one of his arms as she kicked and squirmed. “I’ll be down to talk to her shortly. I have to deal with a couple of things first.”
Anne followed behind him.
“I hope one of those things is teaching that hell cat a thing or two about her position. She is quite the brat. I can give you some pointers on breaking that part of her if you like.”
Steele screamed, “Shut the fuck up, you fucking bitch!”
“And the language, Arsen, tsk, tsk…” Anne shook her head and sighed as she walked on the other side of Arsen and Steele glared at her.
Arsen took Steele to the private elevator up to his penthouse and Paul took Anne to the other set of elevators.
“Help her see to her wounds, will you, Paul?” Arsen called out over his shoulder as he took Steel into the elevator.
Paul gave a nod and the elevator doors closed. Arsen finally let Steele go and placed her feet on the floor.
Her face was as red as a beet and her body was shaking.
“Arsen, please don’t go talk to her. She really is not a viable person who you can get information from. You know that. She’s already lied on you to the police about you threatening her.”
Arsen ran his hand through her disheveled hair. The braid had come loose and her hair hung in tendrils around her red face.
“Steele, you know that I need every clue I can get. I have to at least hear what she has to say then I’ll send her on her way.”
Steele threw her arms around him.
“No! Please, don’t! I’m begging you not to go talk to her.”
He pushed her back, gently.
“And I’m asking you to trust me, Baby.”
Steele stood perfectly still as she thought about his constant need for trust. It was one of his biggest issues.
“Arsen, it’s not that I don’t trust you. I mean, I do trust you. That woman is capable of hurting you. I want you to realize you have deep seeded issues with her. It’s not a smart thing to put your trust in her.”
“And I’m not. I simply want to hear what she’s found out.” He ran his hands over her back and pulled her to him in a hug.
“Arsen, I’m afraid for you.” Steele looked up at him. “Something isn’t right. Why would she pop up after all this time? What if she was the one who really killed those women? What if this is some type of set up?”
“Do you think I’m an ignorant person, Steele?” His dark eyes danced as he looked at her.
She brushed back a section of his dark hair, letting her fingers relish the silkiness of it.
“You know I think you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met. But your past with that woman makes her dangerous to you. Call Paul’s phone, talk to her that way.”
He shook his head.
“I need to be able to read her body language as she talks or I’ll have no idea if she’s lying or not.”
They got off the elevator, and he ran his arm around her shoulders.
“Arsen, let me come with you then.”
Arsen’s laugh filled the hallway they were walking down as they went towards his bedroom.
“Steele, you cannot be trusted to keep your cool with her. That’s been proven, Baby.” He kissed the top of her head. “By the way, thank you. I’ve never had anyone be as protective over me as you are. It’s nice and makes me feel like what we have is deeper than either of us even realized.”
Steele stopped and turned to hug him again.
“I love you, Arsen. You might be right about me not being able to control myself with her. I really hate her. And I really would not stop until she’s dead. What she did to you was unforgivable.”
“At least you agree with me.” He opened the door to the bedroom.
“I want you to take a nice, hot bath. I’m going to bring you a bottle of wine and I want you to relax and let that temper settle down a bit. I’ll go see what she has to say then be right back up here to tuck you into bed.”
A shiver ran through Steele as she began to realize just how many of his rules she’d just broken.
“Arsen, please don’t keep me away from you as a punishment for all the rules I’ve broken just now. I have to be able to touch you. To hold you after all that’s happened.”
A little grin ran over his caramel lips.
“Steele, there will be no punishments for that. Your anger was justifiable. I would like you to gain control over it, but much like I found myself punching Rowan, I know your anger.” His lips touched hers then he pulled back. “Go jump in the tub as I’ve told you to and I’ll be right back.”
Steele did as he said but everything in her wanted to follow him down to Paul’s apartment and make sure his old mistress didn’t play any mind games with him.
I hope she doesn’t make him change his mind about me!
ARSEN
Arsen’s hand moved up to his twitching eye, and he cursed his weakness. “Damn nerves.”
He got off his private elevator and went to the other which would take him to Paul’s apartment. He was glad his stomach hadn’t begun to ache. Anne Sinclair was not able to make him feel all the little ticks he’d had when he was under her.
A quick knock on Paul’s door had Paul answering with a frown. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Anne wasn’t behind him then whispered, “What a complete bitch this woman is, Arsen.”
Arsen gave him a nod.
“I’m more than aware of that fact. I’d like you to stay in here with us. I want a witness the whole time we’re together.”
Paul nodded and followed Arsen to the living area where Anne was seated on a sofa. A bag of frozen peas covered the eye Steele had punched.
“I see Paul took care of you, Sinclair. Now down to business. What do you have?” Arsen took a seat across from her.
Her eyes darted back and forth between Arsen who sat and Paul who stood behind him.
“We should be alone, Arsen.”
Arsen shook his head.
“I will not be alone with you. You’ve already lied and told the police you’re afraid of me. I won’t be setting myself up for any further trouble. So spill it, tell me what you found out.”
“I have a friend in the lab where the autopsies have been done on the three women you’re being accused of killing. Tell me, Arsen, do you have any way of getting a drug called succinylcholine?”
With a shake of his head, he answered, “Not only do I have no way of getting any drug, legally, I also have no idea what that drug is even used for. Do you?”
Paul’s voice from behind him had him turning to look back at the man.
“It’s used in anesthesia. It paralyzes the body. If too much is used it can cause complete respiratory failure. I dated a girl in pre-med last year and helped her study a lot.”
Anne’s eyes darted back to Arsen’s.
“Were you aware of that, Arsen?”
“Him dating a girl in pre-med?” Arsen shook his head. “No, but he and I don’t get into each other’s business like that.”
“So, could you get access to that drug, Paul?” she asked.
He laughed.
“No. I just know about it is all. And it doesn’t leave any traces in the body. Only slightly elevated amounts of choline and succinic acid are evidence the drug could’ve been used to kill the girls.”
Arsen’s mind was working fast.
“As of right now, all the women’s deaths have been ruled from asphyxiation. But that drug would also cause the same effects as strangulation.” He looked at Anne. “Do you know if that’s the case?”
She nodded.
“My friend is just a student and an intern. She said the only thing the women had in common, other than the marks around their necks, are slightly elevated choline and succinic acids. She couldn’t get anyone to listen to her about looking for a point of puncture where a needle would’ve been inserted to deliver the drug.”
Arsen rose quickly.
“Then I need to make sure that gets done.”
“Where are you going?” she asked him.
“To make a call. I’ll get that new detective to make sure they look for that.” He strode away.
“Arsen, wait!” Anne was behind him instantly. “That alone won’t get you off the charges. I know who did it. I just need your help in finding the man. He works at the California Pacific Medical Center, here in San Francisco.” She tugged at his arm to get him to sit back down. This time she sat next to him.
“How do you know this?” he asked in confusion.
“Once I found out the women may have been poisoned, I was able to get into all three women’s medical records.” She smiled at Arsen.
“Just how did you manage that?” he asked with a frown.
“I’m a billing specialist now. So I did a little illegal searching and found out all three women knew a certain anesthesiologist as they all had little procedures done this last year. Two had boob jobs and one had implants removed. This guy’s name was on all three as the one who billed for the anesthesia. He also frequented one of the local BDSM clubs in town. It’s called ‘Hard’ do you know about it?” Her hand lingered on his arm and he felt her squeezing his bicep.
He moved back away from her.
“I haven’t been to that one. I knew they all went there, and I didn’t want to run into them. So this man may have been the one who killed them. What’s his name so I can tell the detective?”
With a laugh, she shook her head.
“You don’t get it at all. The San Francisco Police want you out of the picture. You get way too many criminals off the charges they work so hard to get on them. This is an easy way to be rid of you, Arsen. We have to catch him. You and I, together. Just like old times.”
“There is not going to be a you and I, Sinclair. Thanks for the information. If you don’t want to give me the man’s name, I can work to find it on my own. I do have my sources as well. It would be much easier and appreciated if you did though.” He stood up and prepared to leave.
Anne picked up her purse and pulled out a piece of paper. She handed it to him.
“I can see you’ve changed a lot since you were young. Your eyes tell me your set on doing this without me. So I may as well let you have this. To be honest I thought this might get us back to where we were.”
He laughed.
“I’ll never be going back to that. I’m pretty much on my way out of this lifestyle all together.”
“The hell cat got anything to do with that?” she asked.
“Everything.” Arsen took the paper from her and looked at the picture of a man in blue scrubs. The name on the tag was Peter Christy, but the man in the picture was Allen White. “How the hell did he manage to get a position at a hospital as an anesthesiologist?”
“You know this man?” she asked.
“Yeah. And he’s easy for me to get to now. He’s Steele’s roommate’s fiancé. Looks like we have to give him another visit in the morning. I’ll have the little fucker confessing in no time.” He turned to leave and felt Anne’s hand on his arm.
“Arsen, can I have one last kiss, please?”
Arsen turned and looked into the light blue eyes which once had been a dark blue. Thin lines ran around them and when she smiled she almost seemed likeable.
Only Arsen knew how quickly that sweet exterior could go dark. He ran his knuckles across her cheek.
“Please. Interesting choice of words. Don’t you think?”
Her smile changed quickly into a frown.
“Arsen, you know I was only trying to toughen you up. And what I did worked.”
“It made me a man who shut himself off. I can take the worst kinds of pain. You made sure of that. You also made sure I knew how to inflict the most pain and I now have to live with the guilt of how I’ve hurt people. Mentally and physically.” He moved his hand off her face and smiled. “So, no, I won’t give you one last kiss. Goodbye, Sinclair.”
Arsen walked away without looking back and he felt better than he had in a long time.
STEELE
Steele had waited for what seemed like forever in the deep bathtub filled with lilac scented bubbles. She sipped some red wine and jumped as Arsen opened the door.
“Finally!” she said as she breathed a sigh of relief. “Well?”
Arsen picked up a towel and held it out. She got out and let him wrap the towel around her. He picked her up and carried her to the bed.
She giggled as he tossed her on it then started taking his clothes off.
“Arsen! Tell me what she said!”
He just shook his head, making her sigh. Once the last stitch of clothing was removed, he crawled on his hands and knees up the bed to her. His grin was constant, and she squealed as he ran his whiskered cheek along her inner thigh.
Unwrapping the towel from her body, his eyes went from playful to lusty and he ran his hand from her breast to her clit and looked into her eyes.
“I want you, Steele.”
A half grin she made as her hand ran through his hair.
“I’m yours.”
One leg he took, holding it up. His tongue ran down the inside of it, igniting a shock of chills over her entire body. Arsen took her other leg and lifted it up, doing the same to it.
He pushed them up until her heels were by her ears then he leaned over her and teased her with his erection. Allowing the tip to move over her, but not pressing it to her while he nipped and sucked at her neck.
Her arms moved to press him to her, but he didn’t let her move him. He held himself back until she was begging.
“Arsen, please. I need to feel you inside me. Please, Baby.”
He let one leg go, and she moved it to wrap around him as she arched up. Arsen pulled his head from her neck and ran a thumb over the nice purple hickey he’d made just behind her ear.
Arsen watched her face as he pushed his cock into her wet depths. Relief filled her as he entered her.
“I love you,” she said as she let her breath out.
He stilled and continued to look at her.
“I have no idea why you do, but that makes me more happy than I knew was possible.”
Arsen pulled nearly all the way out and slowly moved back in. Steele ran her hands over his biceps and moaned as he slowly stroked in and out. His chest moved over her breasts as he did, making the nipples go tight and erect.
He took one in his mouth and licked it. Constant strokes of his tongue had it hard, and she wanted him to suck it so bad her body was shaking for him to do it.
She took one hand off his muscled bicep to push his head harder to her breast.
“Please suck it, Arsen. Baby, please.”
He took a long suck, and she moaned as it pulled something deep inside her. “Yes,” she hissed.
Arsen let her other leg down and took her ass cheeks in his hands, lifting her so his strokes went deeper into her. He groaned as he moved slowly in and out.
Steele ran her hands over his back and quivered at the way his muscles moved as he made the slow strokes. It was beyond sexy. He was like a perfect machine. Every little muscle was defined and moved like a river under his skin.
Just as she thought she was about to fall over the edge with his sucking and the deep strokes, he pulled his mouth from her breast. His dark eyes searched hers. He put his mouth just over hers without letting it touch.
“Breathe me in, Baby.”
His breath left his mouth with a heat she’d never felt before. She parted her lips and took his air in and felt something amazing. He was more a part of her than ever and she loved the way he was being so free with her. Giving so much of himself to her.
She heard and felt him inhale the air she let out and it thrilled her. His mouth came down on hers and his tongue roamed hers. Her body fell apart beneath him and she moaned as she arched up.
He was still for a moment then made hard, deep thrusts. Arsen pulled his head back.
“Keep coming for me, Baby. Don’t stop, take me with you, make me come.”
She looked into his eyes as she kept arching up to meet his hard thrusts, her body squeezing his thick cock with little spasms. And just as his body was beginning to tense, she said, “Come for me.”
His eyes went wide as his body did what she asked of him. He clenched his teeth and made a deep groan as his body released. Steele felt her body going into a deeper climax and joined him. They groaned together, long, deep, guttural.
Then he laid his head on her chest as they tried to catch their breath. Steele ran her hand over his head as she thought about how he might be getting softer, but he was still strong and beginning to make a fantastic combination of both attributes.
Arsen might just become the perfect man! And he’s all mine!
GWEN
Two male voices woke Gwen up from the deepest sleep she’d ever had. Her head was fuzzy, but she could make out what they were saying. One was Allen’s of that she was sure, the other wasn’t familiar at all.
Her entire body ached. She had no idea how long he’d had her chained up to the little bed in the empty warehouse.
The empty metal building with cement floors echoed as the two men talked. Even though they spoke as quietly as they could.
Allen said, “I need two syringes, Peter.”
“Look, I gave you my medical ID. I don’t want to get caught actually taking the stuff myself, Allen. And if I can be frank with you, this is getting a little too risky. Why do you have to take his current girlfriend? There’s more than enough evidence to put him away for a long time with the three other women’s deaths.”
“I want this man to hurt as much as he hurt me. I came to the man needing his help, and he lost the case. Peter, it was the only case the man has ever lost. I think it’s because he wanted to see me punished for my crime. He is into punishments after all.” Allen’s voice was riddled with disgust.
“You don’t understand a thing about what that lifestyle is about, little man. Look, I’ll go along with you using my ID but I won’t go further than that. I hated those bitches is the only reason I’ve even done as much as I have,” the other man said.
“It was Arsen who got in your way when you were trying to get into their panties. You have to want to see him hurt,” Allen said.
“Yes, I do. Not to mention the fact he turned Anne into a shell of her former self. That woman had been fantastic until she took him under her wing and he shit all over her for her efforts to turn him into something more than a weakling with oversensitivity,” Peter said.
“Well then, why not help a little bit more than you have? I nearly got caught last time I was in the hospital. It’s not safe for me to go in there anymore. I need you to get me the two syringes of the same stuff we used on the others. And tell, Anne, she can take out Arsen’s girlfriend. I’ll allow her that pleasure,” Allen said.
The other man laughed. “She’ll love that. That feisty little bitch did a number on Anne’s face last night and she is not happy with her at all. My mistress will be pleased with that. Tell you what, I will get the drug for you, but you have to swear not to tell Anne about my doing it. She forbade me to actually take the drug myself. And when she punishes for something she’s forbidden, it’s not pleasant at all.”
Allen made a deep chuckle.
“Well, that’s pretty obvious by what she’s doing to Arsen for leaving her. The woman is a force to be reckoned with. I just hope she stays true to her word.”
Peter said, “She will. I’ve seen the fake contracts she’s had drawn up. They put her as a silent partner in every investment she could find Arsen has. Once he’s convicted and put away, she’ll gain access to all that investment return and I know she’ll give you the ten percent she promised you. Don’t worry.”
“She better or she’ll find herself having a little accident. That’s all I have to say about that.”
“Allen, don’t even think about talking like that about her.”
“Just make sure she does what she said she’d do,” Allen said.
“And you don’t forget who came to you in prison and told you how to get your guilty ass out of there. You show her the respect she deserves, Allen. Or you’ll deal with me.”
“Fine! So, tell me how we’re going to get Arsen to strangle his girlfriend and mine?” Allen said.
“I’ll handle that when we all meet up here once we have the other chick.”
Gwen winced as she realized she’d been so wrong about Arsen and Allen. Now she and Steele would meet their end with some type of drug and somehow Arsen would be made to strangle them.
I have to get free and get to Steele before it’s too late!
ARSEN
With Steele wrapped tight in his arms, Arsen inhaled the scent of lilacs on her soft skin. Without thinking, he pressed his lips to her bare shoulder. His heart was full.
With the information Sinclair had given him, he was nearly home free. Allen might be a crazy killer, but he was nowhere near as hard as Arsen could be. It shouldn’t take him much to get the little freak to confess.
The police may have wanted his ass out of the courtroom and on the side of the accused, but with a confession they would have no real choice.
Arsen nuzzled Steele’s neck and pushed her hair away and saw the purple mark he’d left on her neck. He grinned and kissed the spot.
Soon he’d no longer have to hide their relationship. Once he was out of the mess he was in she and he could move forward. He had big plans for her and he hoped she’d agree with him about them.
Steele groaned and rolled over to look at him as she rubbed her eyes.
“What time is it?”
“I’m not sure,” he said then kissed her cheek.
“I’m sorry, I must’ve overslept. I see the light coming in through the curtain. I know your breakfast is supposed to be ready by six each morning.” She tried to get up, but he held her in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked with a naughty grin.
“Your breakfast. I have to get it ready. It’s in the book.” She looked puzzled.
“Steele, do you really want that?” he asked as he gazed down at her.
“Arsen, we’ve discussed this in depth. You know I do. So much is changing in you so quickly. I don’t want to sabotage anything and make you break. I can be what you need.” She ran her hand over his cheek.
He kissed her softly.
“You already are.”
One of his hands ran over her soft stomach and he ran it until it touched her hip bone. He pulled it gently as he moved her body over his. Arsen settled her on his hard erection.
She sat up and smiled. “Look who’s up!”
He placed his hands on her breasts and gave them a squeeze.
“Ride me, Baby.”
Steele moved her body up and down his as he watched her. Her dark hair was just the right amount of messy. The blue in her eyes was bright from rest and happiness filled them.
She was happy just to be there with him, he could tell. Steele moved to lie on his wide chest as she moved her body up and down his. Her mouth moved over his neck and she bit him playfully.
“Feeling like playing a little rough this morning, Steele?” He chuckled.
Steele sat back up and wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“Want to show me who I belong to?”
Arsen smiled and rolled her over quickly, pulling her arms up over her head. He slammed into her hard.
“Who do you belong to?”
With a moan she said, “You. I belong to you, Arsen.”
Pulling out and pushing back into her hard enough a little air was pushed out of her lungs, he said, “Damn right you do. You don’t make a move or I’ll smack that sweet little ass of yours, understand me?”
She giggled.
“I won’t move.”
He knew she liked a little of the rough stuff. Arsen took both her wrists in one hand and took a handful of her thick dark hair in the other, pulling it back a bit, making her lips part.
Arsen kissed her hard. His tongue moved through her mouth, claiming every last bit of it as his. Arsen could be whatever it was Steele wanted. He was going to prove to her she was what his world revolved around.
Deep strokes had her breathing hard as her body struggled not to move. Her legs wound around his waist and for a second he forgot he’d told her not to move.
He smacked the side of her ass and she quickly moved them.
“Sorry.” She giggled, and he knew she’d done it on purpose.
Arsen drove into her deeper and harder. The animal in him took over, and he pulled out and spun her around, drawing her back to him by her hips until their bodies collided.
Almost instantly she began to climax.
“Arsen! God!” Her body shook as it pulsed around his hard dick.
He slammed into her harder and faster as her orgasm continued to make his cock feel as if he was about to explode. Arsen held it back until he no longer could and he erupted into her.
Arsen gave her hair one last tug then let her body fall to the mattress as she caught her breath. She lay on the bed spent and looking prettier than she had minutes before.
He moved off the bed and stood at the side of it. Her ass was begging for a quick swat, so he gave her one and she erupted into a fit of giggles.
She rolled over and her gorgeous face nearly brought him to his knees. He loved that girl with every single thing in him. He knew it without a doubt. “Get your fine ass up and let’s shower then I want you to teach me how to ride your horse.”
Steele sat up quickly.
“Really! You want to go ride, Tripper? Arsen, that would be fantastic!”
“I don’t have any cowboy boots,” he said with an exaggerated drawl. “Will sneakers do?”
“They sure will!” she hopped out of the bed and he picked her up into his strong arms. “I can’t wait to introduce you to him. He’s such a sweet horse.”
“I can’t wait to meet him,” he said then kissed her cheek.
How much longer can I hold out before I ask her?
STEELE
The afternoon was going by much too quickly for Steele. She leaned back against Arsen’s broad chest as he sat behind her, holding her horse’s reins. He’d caught on quickly, and she was enjoying the day with her two favorite males.
His thickly muscled legs were on either side of her and she rested her hands on them. They moved with each step the horse took and she loved how they felt as they did.
“You know, Arsen. You haven’t told me what she said.”
He moved her braid and kissed the back of her ear where she found out he had left a good sized hickey.
“You know what? You just reminded me that I need to find that little fucker and deal with him. Thanks for reminding me. I’ve been kind of drunk on your love since last night.”
Her heart fluttered.
“Drunk on my love? That sounds so sweet.”
“Yeah, you’re making me all sweet, you little hot temptress.” He squeezed her in his strong arms.
“So,” Steele said as she waited to hear what Anne Sinclair had said to him that had him in the best spirits she’d ever seen him in.
“Allen White has been impersonating an anesthesiologist, and he was able to procure a drug that leaves little trace it was given. It also causes the body’s muscles to stop working. The victim dies of asphyxiation. Sinclair found out from a friend who’s an intern at the place they’re doing the autopsies at. She said they weren’t looking for any needle marks and that we needed to get Allen White to admit what he’s done.”
“Well, how the hell is that, Arsen?” Steele felt agitated the woman was poking her nose into Arsen’s affairs. “I mean, she had to have been asking and investigating on her own. Why would she do that?”
Her body had stiffened in his arms and he handed her the reins and massaged her tense shoulders.
“Relax, Baby. She’s just that type of person. A real nosy woman. But in this case, I’m damn glad she’s that way.”
“I don’t like it. I smell a rat, Arsen. A scrawny, old, blonde rat with crow’s feet.”
“You sound like a jealous woman, Steele. You aren’t insecure enough to be jealous, are you?” He snickered a little as he deepened the massage.
“I’d like to call it concerned. And here’s another thing I’d like to know. Did the old bat ask you to get back together with her?”
His silence told her the answer and her body went hard as a rock.
“Now, Steele, don’t go getting your panties in a wad. You have a man who will be propositioned from time to time. You have to….”
She interrupted him.
“Trust you! I know! Dang it, Arsen, I knew she was going to do that.” She looked back at him with horror on her face. “You didn’t kiss her or anything, did you?”
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Baby, you should know me better than that. My lips will never touch another’s now I know what a real kiss feels like.”
She smiled and turned back around, finding his words and actions comforting.
“I can’t believe you like me so much. I’m so plain and dull.”
“I don’t like you, Baby. I love the shit out of you.” He turned her back to look at him. “Nothing about you is plain or dull. Please stop saying that. I want you to feel every bit as special and perfect as you truly are.”
She shook her head as she looked into his dark eyes. “I have no idea how I got so lucky. You’re perfect, Arsen. You are the man of my dreams. I held out for you, I knew you’d come along one day. I saved my heart just for you.”
The horse slowed to a stop as he kissed her. When he eased his kiss she giggled as she said, “Arsen, have you ever done it in a barn?”
“Looks like I’m about to,” he said as he took the reins from her and tapped them, making the horse start back up, headed to the barn as the sun began to set behind them.
GWEN
“Please, Allen. Please,” Gwen begged him.
Allen looked at her long and hard then took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the lock which held the chains. He quickly grabbed her by the wrist and hoisted her off the small bed.
Gwen’s legs were weak, and she stumbled as he pulled her along behind him.
“Thank you, Allen. I really didn’t want to spoil the bed.”
“Just try to make it quick,” he said as he took her to the bathroom. Just before he let her go in he looked up at a small window at the top of the wall. “Take all your clothes off.”
“What? Why?” she asked.
“Just do it!” he snapped at her.
She began taking off her clothes. Gwen knew he thought she wouldn’t try to escape if she was naked. But he was dead wrong.
After she was undressed she asked, “Can I go in now. I’ll be as fast as I can.”
Allen’s eyes traveled over her body. He smiled as he looked up at her.
“Tell you what, Gwen. Take a shower while you’re in there. I think I’d like a taste of what you have before, well, never mind about that. Just take a shower and I’ll be here waiting when you get out.”
She nodded and went inside the small bathroom. She turned the water on in the shower right away and after relieving herself she started figuring out how she could climb up and get out the window.
A few old towels were laid out on the counter top and she wrapped one around her. Climbing on top of the toilet, she jumped and was able to grab the window ledge.
She was weak from lack of food, water, and the time stuck in that bed, but she managed to pull her body up and pushed the screen out. The drop was probably ten feet, and she knew she could really hurt herself.
Gwen let her body fall out the small window, moving her body so she’d hit shoulder first. As her shoulder hit the cement, she rolled with the fall.
Once she’d stopped rolling, she took a breath which she didn’t realize she’d been holding and found her shoulder hurt some, but her adrenaline had kicked in and the pain was bearable.
Her towel had come loose, and she had to wrap it back around her and she began to run. It was dark, and she had no real idea where she was, but a woman running down the street wearing only a towel would be easily noticed.
“Gwen!” Allen shouted as he ran out of the metal building. “Stop!”
Gwen didn’t even look back. She just ran faster towards the lights she figured must be a street. A couple of cars’ headlights moved along the road and she nearly cried with relief.
A hill separated her from the road and as she came over the hill she nearly fell down with disappointment. A tall fence with razor wire at the top of it kept her from getting to the road.
With no shoes on, the rocks along the fence hurt her feet. But she kept running along the fence. There had to be an opening somewhere along it.
“Gwen!” Allen shouted, and she looked back to see he was still pretty far behind her.
She turned and gathered speed to stay away from him. If she couldn’t get out, she would hide from him.
Abandoning the fence, she cut back up the hill and ran to the closest empty building. The whole place had been abandoned. It was a series of old metal buildings.
She found this one had open rafters and there was a ladder. She propped it up against the wall and climbed until she got to the long steel beam which ran the length of the large building.
It was wide enough if she laid down on the top of it, he wouldn’t be able to see her. The ladder would give her away though and she heaved it up and laid it on the beam as well.
Her position was secure, and all she had to do was wait. She’d left the prison of the bed for the prison of a beam high up in the air, but this prison was one she could eventually make an escape from and the other one led to certain death.
Just like she knew it would, the door squeaked open. Allen’s face peered into the darkness.
“I know you’re in here. Just come on out and I won’t hurt you. I’ll even set you free, Gwen. I promise. Just come on out and let me help you.”
He moved around the room making clicking sounds with his shoes as he did. Gwen lay perfectly still on top of the beam, not even daring to glance down at him.
His loud shout rang out and made her body clench, “Gwen! God damn it! Get out here or so help me!”
After a few more steps she heard him mumbling to himself as he left the building and she could hear him going into the next one.
She had no idea what she should do. Gwen just laid there and cried silently. Helplessness flowed through her and she was left with doubt she’d ever really be able to get herself free from this man.
How am I supposed to get out of here and make sure he doesn’t get Steele?
ARSEN
The day had been perfect in Arsen’s mind. He and Steele were riding back to his apartment in his Jag. He looked over at her and found a piece of hay had lingered in her hair after their tumble in it back at the barn.
He chuckled as he pulled it out and handed it to her.
“Here you go. A little memento of our time in the barn, Baby.”
She giggled as she took it from him.
“Thanks, I’ll put it in our book.”
Arsen groaned with the mention of the book. He had thought she would take one look at all those rules and toss it away. Instead she acted as if he’d written her a love story in it.
But the day had been too perfect to start an argument over the damn rules she seemed so determined to learn how to live by. Arsen reached over and gave her cheek a stroke with the back of his hand.
“I thought we might spend the night cuddled up on the sofa watching a movie and eating popcorn. What do you think about that, Steele?”
Her eyebrows shot up.
“I think that’s really normal, Arsen. It sounds great, but I thought we were going to go see Allen. You seem to keep forgetting about him.”
“He isn’t going anywhere and I can’t seem to get my mind off you. Tomorrow I can deal with him.” Arsen ran his hand down her arm and took her hand in his.
Steele laid her head back on the leather headrest and closed her eyes.
“This seems a little too surreal, Arsen. Like the calm before the storm or something. You’re too laid back and nothing like yourself.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I mean, I’m absolutely loving it, don’t get me wrong. It’s just not like you to deal with this business of knowing about Allen and doing nothing about it.”
“You’re really all I can think about. I can’t explain it. I know I have a huge undertaking with getting Allen to confess and maybe I’m not in a hurry to get into that.” He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “I can’t seem to get enough of you, Baby. Sue me.”
Steele shook her head and sighed.
“Tonight then it can just be us, but first thing in the morning you have to deal with it.”
“I will. Now what movie do you want to watch? And what’s the best popcorn. I haven’t eaten the stuff in so many years I have no idea what kind to buy.” He pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store and smiled. “It’s been forever since I’ve actually went into one of these things. I have Paul pick things up for me.”
He parked and got out to open Steele’s door. She placed her hand in his as they walked into the store.
“Paul’s pretty much your right-hand man, isn’t he?” she asked.
Arsen pulled out a shopping cart and grinned.
“He is. Wow, this is so odd. I’m grocery shopping.”
Steele’s eyes rolled. “Yep, just like any normal person, Arsen. I really need to get you out more. It’s like you’re from another planet or something.”
He chuckled and pulled her to him, his arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other pushed the basket.
“We should make some s’mores in the fireplace and roast hotdogs too. What do you think about that?”
Steele grabbed a pack of hotdogs out of the refrigerated bin and tossed them into the basket.
“I think you and I should do a camp out soon.”
“I can get a tent!” His eyes went wide. “That’s what we can do when we get back home. We can get online and buy a tent and a bunch of camping supplies and go to Big Bear maybe next weekend.”
“Or just rent a cabin up there,” she said with a smile. “Arsen, camping can be rough. A lot of work.”
“I don’t care. I want to have you all alone in a tent in the woods. Now that sounds romantic.” He kissed the side of her head and an old woman who was passing them in the aisle looked at them.
“How sweet you are, young man,” she commented as she passed them.
Steele smiled back at the woman. “He is very sweet, mam.”
The woman’s eyes ran over Arsen. “You’re one lucky girl.”
“I am,” Steele agreed.
Arsen chuckled and gave her another kiss on the cheek this time.
“I’m the lucky one.”
The older woman sighed and walked on by. Steele shook her head.
“Who knew this sweet man was under all that arrogance?”
“I wouldn’t say I was arrogant, Steele. Maybe closed off, but not arrogant,” he said as he threw a bag of hotdog buns in the basket.
“You were definitely arrogant. And I’m sure you still will be when it’s called for. You’ll need to be when you talk to Allen.” Steele pulled a bag of marshmallows off the shelf and placed it in the basket, picking up the buns and putting them in a safer position so they wouldn’t be squished.
“Let’s leave Allen and all that crap out of this evening’s conversation, please.” He held up a can of chili. “Chili with the hotdogs?”
“Yes! Oh, let’s get some corn chips and cheese and make chili pies too. We can just totally pig out on this junk. Tonight only though, then back to eating right I promise,” she said as she grabbed a bag of the chips.
“Of course, Steele. Back to the rules tomorrow. If that’s what you want.” He pulled her to his side again, holding her by the waist.
They went past a couple of young women who were looking at the wine. Steele asked, “Should we pick up some wine, Arsen?”
One of the women’s head spun to look at him.
“Oh! It’s you!” she said in surprise. “Do you remember me?”
He blinked and shook his head. “Should I?”
The young brunette put her hand over her mouth then said, “Oh, sorry. This must be your new sub. Sorry.” She turned away.
“Who are you?” Steele said with a tense tone.
The woman didn’t turn back and Steele pulled her by the shoulder.
“I’m no one. I thought he was someone else. Sorry.” Her cheeks were red and she wouldn’t look up.
Arsen pulled at Steele. “Come on, Baby. She was mistaken. You’re embarrassing her.”
Steele allowed him to move them along, but she looked back at the woman and she knew they knew each other from the club. She looked at Arsen.
“You don’t want to admit you know her?”
“Can’t say I do know her, Steele. I have no idea what her name is. So, I don’t know her.” He went around the corner and pulled out a gallon of milk. “Since we’re going all out, I think I want to make milkshakes. You pick, vanilla or chocolate.”
“Which do you prefer, Arsen? And tell the truth,” she said as she glared at him.
“I like strawberry. If you must know. But most don’t, so you can choose.” He placed the milk in the basket and moved on.
“I happen to like strawberry too. But you didn’t get what I was saying,” she said as she took a half gallon of strawberry ice cream from the freezer.
“I got it, Steele. I’m just not doing that with you today. It’s been too good of a day to argue. I have a checkered past. You are well aware of that. Now please stow the attitude and forget about that little encounter. I just remembered why I don’t do grocery stores.”
Will my past forever haunt me?
For Love Part 9
ARSEN
As Arsen emerged from the bedroom, wearing a dark blue Armani suit and ready to go to work, seeking out Allen and making him confess, he smelled the wonderful scent of fresh coffee and bacon. A smile crossed his handsome face.
Then it turned quickly into a frown as he heard a man’s voice coming from the kitchen. It was Tanner Goldstein’s, and he had not been invited.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he found Steele wearing an apron over one of the new dresses he’d ordered her. She was pulling biscuits from the oven as Tanner sat at the table, drinking coffee and reading some paper he must’ve brought with him.
Neither noticed Arsen as Steele said, “He should be right out, Tanner.”
“Ummm. About that, Steele. What exactly is going on here?” Tanner put the cup of coffee down and looked at her. Waiting for her answer.
Steele fidgeted with the pan of biscuits and Arsen knew she was trying to think of what to say. He made his presence known.
“Good morning, Tanner. Did I miss a phone call or something?”
Tanner stood and shook Arsen’s hand.
“Not at all. I just got an early start this morning and thought I’d stop by. We really need to get working on our defense, Arsen.”
Steele turned and seemed nervous as she placed the food on the table. “When the doorman called up to say Tanner was here I was already getting your breakfast ready, so I invited Tanner for breakfast, Mr. Sloan. I hope you don’t mind.”
Arsen cocked his eyebrow. So she was going to act as if they weren’t together. He went along.
“Of course, it’s fine, Miss Gannon.” Arsen looked at Tanner. “I’m keeping her, Tanner. Hope you don’t mind. I’ll be using her as my intern.”
Steele’s eyes lit up. He tried hard not to smile with her obvious delight. He’d not even offered her the position, but as it flited through his mind, he blurted it out and there it was. She’d be his new intern, among other things.
He saw her smiling as she moved around the kitchen and poured them all glasses of orange juice. Arsen took a seat at the table as did Tanner.
“I’ve been visited by Anne Sinclair, Tanner. She seems to think the police are against me. What do you think I can do about that?”
The buzzer sounded off and Arsen gave Steele a nod.
“Can you answer that?”
She rushed off to answer the doorman’s call and when she came back she told him, “A Detective Fontaine is on her way up to see you, Mr. Sloan.”
He frowned and knew Steele was going to have a hard time handling the flirting the woman was most likely going to do. His voice was laced with sarcasm, “Great.”
“A new detective, I see,” Tanner said as he tapped his finger on the table top. “When were you going to let me in on that, Arsen?”
He shrugged and took a sip of his coffee and wished it was a nice glass of Scotch instead. The day was starting out pretty crappy.
“Miss Gannon, can you please meet the officer at the elevator and see her in here? Please ask her to join us for breakfast as well.”
Steele ran off to do as he’d requested and Tanner leaned in close to Arsen. “Not ready to let me in on what the hell really is going on between you two?”
“She’s my assistant. I think she’ll learn the most this way.” Arsen picked up a biscuit and began buttering it.
“What else are you teaching her, Master Sloan?” Tanner’s eyes stared into his with a penetrating gaze which told Arsen he was pulling nothing over on the man.
“None of your business. I’m breaking no laws and that’s all that matters.” Arsen stood up when Steele came back into the dining area of the large kitchen. She wore a frown as she looked at him.
The reason why, he already knew. Detective Fontaine followed behind her. A foot taller, and wearing a very nice dress herself, her long legs ran out from under a red dress and her heels were a shiny black.
Fontaine’s long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and Arsen knew Steele was not happy about him leaving out how attractive the detective was.
Tanner stood too and offered his hand to the woman.
“I’m Mr. Sloan’s attorney, Tanner Goldstein. You are the new detective on his case, I see.”
She shook his hand and Arsen moved to pull a chair out for her.
“Good morning, Detective Fontaine. Did my assistant offer for you to join us this morning? She made a nice breakfast.”
The woman nodded and Steele put another place setting down in front of the chair Arsen had pulled out for the woman. Her arm brushed his as she moved back after setting it down and he looked at her, catching the glare she gave him.
There will most definitely be an argument later!
After the detective sat down, Arsen pulled out another chair.
“Miss Gannon, if you will please take your seat, we can get on with this.”
She sat down in the chair and his hand moved over her shoulder lightly, trying to diffuse some of her obvious anger. He sat down next to her and pressed the side of his leg to hers underneath the table where no one could see.
Fontaine’s light blue eyes went back and forth between them.
“Your assistant comes to make you breakfast, Arsen?”
Steele’s head snapped up.
“Mr. Sloan to you!”
Arsen’s eyes went wide, and he tapped the top of her hand with his.
“That’s quite alright, Miss Gannon. She can call me by my first name.”
Steele clenched her jaw and said, “I apologize, ma’am. I had no idea he allowed you to call him that.” Her eyes stayed on the table in front of her and Arsen sighed as he knew what was going to come later.
Tanner cleared his throat and said, “Have you found anything new on the case, Detective?”
She looked at Tanner and pulled a paper from her purse. Then laid it on the table.
“We’re about to go search Arsen’s playroom at Club Fierce. I’d love for you gentlemen to join us.”
“Of course, we will,” Tanner said then took a sip of coffee.
Steele’s hand ran over the top of Arsen’s leg under the table and she looked at him. With a whisper, she asked, “Are you okay?”
He took her hand in his under the table and gave it a squeeze. He wasn’t okay. Not even remotely, but he was trying to hang on to his fear.
Allen White was on his mind and he wanted to get to the man first thing, but those plans were going to have to be postponed. And Arsen found his appetite was gone.
Going back into the place wasn’t a thing he wanted to do. It was a place he was trying desperately to leave behind him, but it just kept coming back to haunt him, over and over again.
“I’d like to see the autopsy reports on all three victims,” Arsen said, making Tanner and the detective stop eating and look at him.
Then Tanner said, “I have the reports, Arsen.”
Arsen cocked his head at his attorney.
“And how long have you had them, Tanner?” His tone was stern and riddled with aggravation.
“A week.” Tanner took a bite of his jelly filled biscuit and Arsen had to stifle a growl.
“I’d like to have seen them. Can you tell me if there was anything unusual about them?” he asked.
“No, they all died of asphyxiation.” Tanner looked at the detective. “Isn’t that right?”
She gave a nod.
“There’s just the one common thread. Your hand prints around their necks.” Her eyes moved to Steele. “Those women seemed to like that sort of thing, Miss Gannon. Do you?”
Steele jerked her head up to look at the woman. “What I like is none of your concern.”
Fontaine’s eyes flew to Arsen’s.
“Feisty one, isn’t she? Tell me, Arsen. Are you finding her difficult to train?”
Arsen’s tone stayed flat.
“Steele needs no training. She is her own person and I respect that about her.” He gave Steele’s knee a little squeeze.
Tanner cleared his throat to ease the tension.
“So, when should we go?”
“Right now,” the detective said as she got up. “I’m finished with breakfast. Thank you for the hospitality.”
Steele got up and began to pick up the dishes. Arsen took his plate to the sink, following her.
“You’re coming with us. I’ll have the maid come clean things up.”
She turned and looked at him with surprise.
“You have a maid?”
He nodded.
“An older woman who lives in the building. I let her off this last week, because of you, but I’m getting her to start back up.”
Steele looked around him to be sure the others had left the kitchen.
“The book, though. It had all kinds of housework in there.”
He smiled and tweaked her nose.
“I know it did. It seems I could’ve put all kinds of crazy things in it and you still would’ve agreed to it.”
She sighed.
“You aren’t taking me seriously about this, are you?”
“Let’s don’t argue. Come on, we need to go. Remember, you’ve never been to this place.” He looked back to make sure no one was watching then looked back at Steele and placed a little kiss on her lips. Leaning in, he whispered, “I love you. Thank you for making breakfast. It was delicious.”
She smiled.
“I love you too, And you’re welcome, Arsen. You’re also in a lot of trouble for not telling me how gorgeous that woman was.”
“I know.” He placed his hand at the small of her back and ushered her towards the living room where the others waited. “Maybe I’ll let you cuff me next time.”
She giggled a little, and he playfully swatted her ass before they got into the living room.
All four of them walked into the elevator. It was a bit cramped and Steele was pressed next to Arsen’s side. The detective to his other side was close as well.
Detective Fontaine leaned closer, whispering, “If there’s anything you’d like to admit before we go through all this trouble, now would be an excellent time to do that, Arsen. I could slip you into my car and we could make a little stop at my apartment before we got to the station. If you know what I mean.”
Steele’s hand threaded into his and she gave it a squeeze.
“Nothing to admit and not interested, Fontaine.”
Steele released his hand before they walked off the elevator. His hand touched the small of her back, urging her to walk in front of him. He could feel her heart pounding and knew she was going to cut into him as soon as she found herself alone with him.
“Miss Gannon and I will go in my car and lead the way.” Arsen made his way with Steele to where Paul was waiting for them.
“Good morning,” Paul said with a grim look on his face. “Looks like you’ve already had quite a morning, boss.”
“Yes, I have. To add to the fun, you’ll be leading the other two cars to Club Fierce. This should be so much fucking fun!” Arsen held Steele’s hand as she slid into the car.
He slid in next to her as Paul closed the door.
Her beautiful face was pale as she turned to look at him. Before she could open her mouth to start what he knew was an argument that would affect his already sour mood, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.
Her arguing could be done later. Right now he might be taken in if they found any reason to when they looked around his private room at the club.
Arsen released her from his kiss.
“I need you, right now, Baby. Get rid of the panties.”
She quickly did as he said. Arsen felt his body begin to shake, his eye twitch and the fear of going to prison and never having what he knew he could have with Steele filled him.
GWEN
The sound of birds chirping woke Gwen up as she had fallen asleep high up on the beam in the abandoned warehouse. Then the sound of a car starting made her sit up.
She listened like her life depended on it because it did. The car sounded like it was pulling away from the area and she quickly put the ladder down. Then climbed down off the beam near the ceiling she’d hid on many hours earlier.
Running to the door, she pulled it open only a little and found the back of Allen’s car moving down the steep road, away from the buildings. He’d see her if she followed.
She wrapped the towel around her tightly and made her way back to the building she’d been held in. To get her clothes back on and find a way out of there was all she could think about doing.
As she made her way into the building, she was pretty sure she’d been kept in, she saw a small table. On top of it were three syringes filled with some type of drug. She grabbed them and took them with her.
Allen would not be using those to aid him in killing anyone. She quickly found the room she had been in and her clothes were lying in a pile right where she’d been made to take them off.
She pulled them on, but she still had no shoes on as she didn’t have any on when Allen took her from her apartment. Making sure to take the syringes with her, she headed out to find a way out of the place.
To be able to see all around, she went and got the ladder from the other building and took it outside. Leaning it up on the side of the building, she climbed up and got on the roof.
A small ledge ran around it and after she emptied the three syringes, she left them up on the roof. After doing that, she looked around and found her only chance of escape was through the water. She’d have to swim around to get out and then it looked like she’d have to walk through some very tall grass to make it to the road which looked pretty desolate.
She climbed down and knew she had to try no matter how hard it looked to be. After a little prayer, she set off towards the water.
STEELE
His need for her was obvious as she moved to sit on his lap, facing him as he sat on the leather seat of the Suburban. Arsen’s body was quivering and his eye was twitching.
She had no comforting words. There was no way of knowing what was about to happen. They were on their way with the police to his private room at the BDSM club and anything could happen.
She had been upset with him for leaving things out about the beautiful detective, but that didn’t matter anymore. Not when Arsen so obviously needed her.
Steele looked into his dark eyes as she slid her body over his hard erection. His eye was twitching, and she placed her finger to it. His hands took her waist, and he lifted her up and down as they looked into each other’s eyes.
Arsen was afraid. For the first time, she saw the real fear of his situation coming out in him. She wanted to take it all away for him. Make it all better.
She knew she couldn’t actually make anything better, except for that moment in time. For the brief moments before they made it to the club, she could let him know she was with him.
Body, mind, and soul, she belonged to him and always would no matter what the outcome was.
He filled her as she moved up and down his long length. She placed her lips on his and kissed him. It started out gentle then it grew into a hungry, hard kiss.
She felt his urgent need, and she gave him all he wanted of her. She’d give her life for him if need be, she definitely could give her body to comfort him.
Steele took one of his hands and moved it to her breast. He moaned as he squeezed it through the fabric of her dark blue dress.
Arsen had laid the dress out for her to put on after they took a nice, shower that morning, which had been hot in more ways than one. Then he chose a suit which matched the dress perfectly.
She thought how adorable they would look, dressed comparable to one another. Arsen was a true romantic and didn’t even realize it.
The night before had been so normal, so down to Earth.
The two had eaten junk food and watched a sappy love story while making out now and again on the sofa. It was a blissful, normal night, and she’d loved it and could tell he did too.
After the day of riding her horse and the night of doing sweet things, she’d found the hard as nails man to be anything but that.
He’d told her he could be himself with her. The man he never knew he wanted to be until he found her.
Steele’s body moved over Arsen’s hard cock and both were breathing hard. Her dress had buttons closing the top of it and he undid them, pulling one breast from her bra and placing his mouth on it.
He bit the nipple, igniting a groan from her. Then he sucked it hard. His hands bit into her waist as he tightened his grip on her and moved her faster.
She supposed it wasn’t enough for him when he lifted her all the way off and placed her on the floor on her hands and knees. He tossed her dress up over her back and began ramming into her from behind.
With hard pants and low moans, she found him pounding into her. Animalistic in nature and she knew he needed the intensity to help him stop thinking about what might happen. She was his drug to ease the fear, and she was glad to be what he needed.
His body went tense and she could tell he was clenching his teeth as he said, “Come!”
Her body did as he had commanded and his cock pulsed inside her. A loud groan came from him as he let go of all the fear he’d had.
They stayed still until it was all over then he pulled away from her and offered her a handful of tissue to clean up the mess his attention to her had left.
In silence, they cleaned themselves and sat back down on the leather seat. He reached over and buckled her seatbelt.
“Please try to remember I want you to wear this.”
Her hand grazed his perfectly manicured bearded cheek, and she said, “I love you, Arsen.”
His hand moved over hers and he looked at her.
“I love you.”
She saw the tears glistening in his eyes, but they never fell. She knew he wasn’t about to let them fall. Holding it all together was what he was trying to do. So she would help him to do that.
“Arsen, I don’t want you to think for one second that I’ll stop seeking justice for you if they take you in after this. I’ll get that little bastard myself and make him confess. I swear it to you.”
His smile was sweet when he said, “I let that one slide, Steele.”
“My cursing is necessary when talking about Allen White, Arsen.” She ran her hand through his hair.
He took her hand and kissed her palm.
“I can see you’re very passionate about that. But, I don’t want you in harm’s way. If they take me in, you have to promise me not to go find Allen. I mean it. The man is more dangerous than you can fathom.”
“Arsen, I can’t promise you that. I have to do something. I can’t just sit back and watch you go down for something you didn’t do. I can’t…” Her words were stopped by the finger he placed to her lips.
“Paul can take care of it. He has the means to do it and I have faith in him. If they take me, I want you to stay at my apartment. Only go back and forth to school with Paul. Stay safe until I can get free. And come to every meeting they have as part of my legal team. And stay the fuck away from Allen and even Gwen if she’s going to be with him.” He pushed a lock of her dark hair back and kissed her cheek then whispered, “Promise me.”
It was the last thing she wanted to promise. In the end, though she said, “I promise, Arsen.” She would do anything for him.
If it meant sitting back and letting Paul do the dirty work, then she’d do it, if that’s what Arsen wanted.
She looked out the window as they entered the alley where the entrance to the BDSM club was. Three police cars were there, waiting for them.
Then it was her turn to feel the fear of losing Arsen run through her veins. It left her cold and on the verge of tears.
ARSEN
The smell of the club fresh in the morning after a night of debauchery had his stomach lurching. Sex and alcohol filled his nostrils and made him fight the urge to turn around and leave the dimly lit place.
Steele was at his side as they led the way into the club and towards his private room. Shadows seemed to be everywhere just outside the lit areas. He had the distinct impression others were hiding away in the dark to witness the fall of the great defense attorney who was Arsen Sloan.
A familiar aroma wafted past him and he turned to see if he could see the person hiding in the dark. If he was able to walk away to look, he was sure he’d find Anne Sinclair.
She made her own perfume, vanilla, lemon, and a touch of whiskey. He was positive she’d come to watch him go down. Or maybe she was going to try to help him.
With that woman, he could never be sure.
As they came down the hallway he thought about what was about to happen to him. It seemed like a march down the corridor to his death sentence.
The back of Steele’s hand rested against his and he glanced at her, finding her looking at him. Her eyes told him to have faith. He was trying, but the fear was pressing him and it was taking a toll on him.
His stomach began to ache, and he prayed his old weakness of throwing up when he was upset didn’t come back.
He stopped in front of the door to his private room and unlocked it then took Steele’s hand in his and stepped back for the detective and the other officers to enter what had been his secret life.
“Can you turn the lights on in here?” Detective Fontaine asked him as she passed in front of him to enter the dark room.
He let Steele’s hand go and walked in first, turning the lights up as far as they’d go. It wasn’t completely bright as the light was yellow. Arsen stepped back out of the room and into the hallway with Steel and Tanner.
They watched as piece by piece, Arsen’s things were taken from the room. Each and every single thing was picked up, placed in plastic bags and spirited away to become evidence in the case against him.
The sound of electric screwdrivers had him peeking in. He found several officers taking the bondage bed apart and others took it out in pieces. In the end, the room was completely empty.
The detective came out last and winked at Arsen.
“What a collection, Arsen. We’ll be in touch. Don’t leave town.” She sashayed away, her skirt moving with each step.
“I hate that woman,” Steele whispered.
He ran his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side as Tanner followed the detective and they were the last in line so no one saw them. He kissed the side of her head.
“At least, it looks like I get to go home and that’s more than I expected.” He made his way out of the club but stopped as an older woman stepped out from behind the door of the coat check room.
“Mr. Sloan. Are you going to wish to continue to pay the rent on that room?”
He shook his head and handed her the key.
“No matter what happens now, I’ll never be back here.”
She nodded and Arsen and Steele went up the stairs and left the building.
As they climbed into the back of his car Steele looked at him.
“So that’s really over for you, Arsen?”
He nodded. “It is.”
Arsen found Steele studying him. He placed her seatbelt on and kissed her cheek.
“That had to have been brutally hard, Arsen.”
“It was and now it’s over. Saved me the work of having it done myself. No big deal, Steele.” He sat back and rubbed his temples.
She knew it was a big deal. A really big deal. So much was happening to this man at one time. It wasn’t fair, in her opinion.
Her hand ran over his leg.
“We should go to my apartment and see if we can find Allen. This needs to stop. I’m getting worried about your mental state, Arsen.”
Arsen pressed the button to roll the window down to the front seat.
“Paul, let’s go to Steele’s apartment. And do you still have that gun in the glove box?”
“It’s there, Boss,” Paul answered.
“Good. I’ll need your help. Make sure you have it on you and that it's loaded, please.” Arsen sat back and ran his arm along the seat behind Steele.
She looked at him with her mouth ajar. “Arsen, you can’t kill him!”
He chuckled. “I know that. Just try to relax. It looks as if we’re going to have one long-ass day.”
Arsen settled back and tried to find the hard man he’d been before Steele came into his life and had him actually giving a shit if he lived or died. If he had freedom or not, and if he could be around to make a new life with her or not.
Seems like that man has all but disappeared!
GWEN
The water was deeper than she ever expected and she’d been without anything to eat or drink the entire time which she thought might have been a couple of days.
Her body was weak and the constant swimming she was having to do in the frigid water was hard and she was fearing she wouldn’t even make it out of the water.
She also found she was going to have to climb up a steep bank once she did get to the water’s edge. The odds just kept building up against her.
Something rough brushed the bottom of her leg and she pulled them both up and paddled her arms faster. The idea there were sharks in the water was one she’d pushed back in order to even get into the water.
It spurred her on to move much faster and ignore the weakness in her arms and legs. The edge was much closer, and she found herself at it. She stuck her hands into the mud wall and hoisted her body from the water.
Once all the way out, she paused and looked back to see if she could see anything. The water was deep even at the edge and she moved up even faster as she saw something coming up to the surface at a high rate of speed.
She made it over the edge and fell onto the high, grassy top just as something sprung from the water and fell back, making a splash. She’d not been able to see what it was, but she guessed it must’ve been a shark.
Gwen lay back on the dry grass and tried to catch her breath. Her heart was beating harder than she thought it ever had in her life.
“If I lived through that, I can live through anything,” she said to herself.
But as she laid there, it became harder and harder to make herself get up. Her body was giving out on her. With no food and no water, it was without fuel. Any residual energy it did have was just used up swimming, climbing, and freaking out about being eaten alive by a shark.
Her eyes closed.
“I just have to rest for a little while. Just a little while,” she muttered to herself as she fell asleep.
STEELE
As they looked all over the apartment, it became obvious Gwen had not been back at home. The blanket was still gone and her phone still right where Steele had left it.
“He’s taken her, hasn’t he?” Steele asked Arsen.
“We need to report her missing.” Arsen took his cell out and handed it to Steele. “Call 911 and tell them your roommate is missing and you believe a parolee named Allen White may have taken her.”
Steele’s hand was shaking as she took the phone.
“What did I get her into, Arsen?”
“Don’t blame yourself. This is entirely my fault. Make the call while I find myself something to drink.” He walked away, leaving Steel alone in Gwen’s bedroom.
After making the call, she found Arsen in the living room. He’d had to go out to his car to get a bottle of Scotch and had it on the table in front of him. A small glass of the amber liquid was in his shaking hand.
She sat down next to him.
“They’re sending out an officer.” She bit her bottom lip. “Arsen, where could he have taken her?”
He shook his head.
“There’s no way of knowing. I can’t believe we were right here in this tiny-ass apartment when he took her and we didn’t hear a thing.”
The ice rattled in the glass as he lifted it to take a drink. Steele placed her hand on his leg. He was tapping his foot incessantly.
“Arsen, you need to try to calm down, Baby.”
“This is all my fault. I brought all this into your normal life and now your innocent roommate may be dead or ever worse than that. This is what I’ve done to your life, Steele. I should’ve left you alone that night. I could’ve gone home, but I waited for you.” His dark eyes were drooping at the corners as he looked at her. “I’m so sorry.”
She shook her head. “Don’t! Don’t do that! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Arsen!”
With a roll of his eyes, he said, “I am the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. One day you’ll look back at this time in your young life and think what a nightmare it was and how lucky you are I got sent to prison and out of your life.” He took a long drink.
Steele stood up and wagged her finger in his face.
“Stop that! I will never look back and be thankful if you’re taken from my life. Not ever! Please don’t even think like that. Now I guess I need to point out that we now have another person of interest to get the police on.”
He laughed.
“They’re not going to think Allen killed those women. Not just because he might have kidnapped your roommate. That doesn’t make any sense. Sorry to let you know that. But it’s true.” Arsen took the last gulp of his drink and sat the glass down.
A knock came at the door and Steele went to open it. A small, male officer was at it. He smiled at her like he was there for something nice instead of horrible. “Good afternoon, Miss Gannon. I heard you’re missing a roomie.”
“Gwen was kidnapped by a man who should’ve never been released from prison. Allen White is the man’s name. Your department should know where you can find him. I suggest you get on that.” Steele led him into the living room.
His eyes went to Arsen. He smiled. “Hey, I saw you earlier. That’s some stuff you had in that room.” He looked back and forth between the two and his gaze ended on Steele. “You let him do that to you?”
Arsen cleared his throat.
“Please don’t do this right now. Her roommate, who is also her best friend, is in more danger than you can imagine. We need your help.”
The officer looked a little apologetic.
“Yeah, sorry. Um, where did you see her last?”
Arsen went over and placed a hand on the small man’s shoulder. He made the officer look like a dwarf next to his tall and large frame.
“I’m going to need you to take out your pen and notepad and write these things down. This is a serious matter and I need you to treat it as such.”
Steele looked at Arsen and saw his body and mind were worn out. She went to his side and ran her arm around his waist.
“Sit down, Baby. I’ll make sure he does the right thing. You rest. It’s been a terrible day for you.” She took him to sit back down and poured him another glass of Scotch. “Drink this and relax. If you see I’m not giving him enough information, then you can chime in.”
He took a sip and gave her a nod.
“I’ll be right here, Baby. I’m sorry. I really am.”
The officer had his pen and pad out and asked.
“Who saw her last?”
“I did,” Steele said. “Arsen and I spent the night here and had met her new boyfriend. He’s an old client of Arsen’s. Arsen lost his case, and he went to prison but managed to get paroled. And I want you to take this down as well. It’s extremely possible Allen White murdered the women Arsen is being charged with.”
The officer’s brown eyes went wide.
“What?”
Steele nodded and Arsen sighed. Arsen said, “Just worry about finding the young woman for now. Don’t let anything else get into your head, except finding her before it’s too late. He’s not a quick killer. He takes his time. There’s still a chance she’s alive somewhere. Please tell me someone has some type of tracking device on him or his car.”
“I’ll find out.” The officer walked towards the door. “I’m going out to the car to call in some more officers to help with this. Just sit tight folks. This is probably going to take some time.” He left them alone and Steele went to sit by him.
“You know this is out in the open now? This thing you and I have.” She leaned her head on his shoulder.
He nodded and kissed the top of her head.
“So be it. I don’t think we were really fooling anyone, anyway.” His arm wrapped around her, holding her tight to him. “I love you and I never meant to hurt you, Baby. Seems no matter what, I’m doomed to hurt women.”
“You are not. Stop beating yourself up.” Steele stayed in his arms as the officer came back in.
“We’re going to need you to go to the station and give us your fingerprints, Steele. We already have Arsen’s and Allen’s on file. I assume you both have been in her room and touched some things?” he asked.
They both nodded.
The officer gave them a weak smile. “Okay, then. After we make the calls to her family to be sure she’s not with any of them, we’re going to get all we can from here. You’ll have to stay somewhere else in the meantime, Miss Gannon. But we’ll need to know where that is. I need you to understand that along with Allen White, you both are persons of interest in this case. No leaving town.”
Steele sighed and took Arsen’s hand.
“So, off to the police station we go and I’ll leave all my information there. I’ll be at his address if you find out anything.”
The officer gave them a wave.
“Get down there and we’ll get working on this right away.”
Arsen took Steele and led her away from the apartment. She looked back as she got into the back of his Suburban. Part of her knew if she’d never gotten into the car she was getting in now, this would not be happening.
As Arsen got in next to her she found herself falling into his chest and sobbing. “I don’t know what I’ll do if he’s killed her, Arsen!”
“Shh.” He held her tight to him. “Don’t think like that. Just have faith she’s going to be alright. We have to keep thinking positive.”
Please let them find her in time!
ARSEN
It seemed like time was always against them. It took hours for Steele to be fingerprinted at the police station. And then the two found themselves waiting to talk to Detective Fontaine.
She’d been assigned to this case as well. Something which Arsen knew was pissing Steele off.
“Does no one else work here?” she asked as they sat in little chairs on the other side of her little desk in the little room they’d been placed in.
Arsen patted her leg.
“Maybe this is for the best.”
The door opened and in came the detective.
“My, oh my! So nice to see the two of you again. Imagine my surprise when I heard Arsen was staying at the apartment the night that a young woman went missing. Well, I was flabbergasted. Then I see he had an alibi as he was in your bed, Miss Gannon. And here I thought you were just his assistant. You assist him in many ways, don’t you, Dear?”
“There’s no reason to act that way, Fontaine,” Arsen said as he ran his arm around Steele’s shoulders. “This poor girl is going through hell. Let’s try to be professional, shall we?”
She made a little huffing sound then gestured to them and said, “How long has this been going on?”
Arsen answered, “We met the night before I found out this one was part of my legal team.”
“And you swept her off her little, young, innocent, and very vanilla feet, didn’t you, Arsen?” The detective sat back in her chair and watched the couple as they held onto each other. “You seem very close now. Not so much this morning. But now, you two look like you actually love one another.”
Steele wasn’t even looking up. So not like her to take this woman’s crap and Arsen felt he was the reason for that.
“Please try to remain professional, Fontaine.”
“Do you two have a contract?” Her words had Steele looking up.
Arsen tightened his hold on her. It was he who answered.
“No.”
He prayed Steele would not tell what she considered to be the truth. Their contract was no more real than Santa Clause. He never meant it to be real and was just waiting for her to say she didn’t want it any longer and he’d tear it up.
Now the damn thing might really be a problem, fake or not.
Steele asked, “What would it matter if we did?”
Fontaine’s eyebrows went up.
“The man you’re all hugged up on might be a killer of his submissive partners, Miss Gannon. It wouldn’t be in your best interest to get into that with him. Nor in his best interest to get involved with anyone in that way. At least not until this is all figured out.”
“He’s innocent,” Steele said as she glared into the detective’s eyes. “I need you to stop fucking around with us and find my friend. Can you just do that, please?”
“You forget that you two could’ve been the ones who have her or have killed her. I need to know what kind of things have been going on. Did you guys ever have like some threesome with Gwen or foursome with her and Allen White?” The detective smiled at Steele.
Arsen ran his hand over his face as he felt Steele’s body go tense. He tried to hold her down as she stood up.
“Now you listen to me, you fucking bitch. I do not like you, not one fucking bit. The fact you came onto the man I love is a thing that has me wanting to beat the shit out of you. So, now you know that he and I are together, I better not even see you wink at him or I’ll tear you a new one.”
“Physical threats?” Detective Fontaine asked with a wink.
Steele placed her hands on the desk and leaned in close. Her tone was low and even as she said, “Physical promises, bitch. We’re leaving and you need to go find my friend. My boy here is a very good lawyer and if she’s found dead because you were fucking around with us so you could get your rocks off on our sex life, it’s you who’ll be sorry.”
Arsen got up and ran his arm around Steele’s waist, picking her feet up off the ground.
“She can be a real Pitbull, Fontaine. Do yourself a favor and find her friend and don’t ask us about what it is we do anymore. You know where we’ll both be. Let us know the moment that you find Gwen.”
He took Steele out of the room and placed her on her feet once he shut the door between the two women.
“I hate her,” Steele said under her breath.
“Really? I could not tell that,” Arsen said with a sarcastic tone.
Leading her out of the police station he took her to where Paul was waiting by his car.
“You guys ready to go home?” he asked as Steele got in.
Arsen gave him a nod.
“Please, Paul.”
Please don’t let anything else go wrong today!
STEELE
In a tub full of hot water, Steele leaned her back against Arsen’s muscled chest. He took a glass of red wine and placed it to her lips. She sipped it then he took a sip and set it back down.
“It feels good having it all out there. I’m relieved.” Arsen ran his hands through her hair. He’d washed it and conditioned it and she was feeling much more relaxed after his pampering.
She rolled over in his arms and placed her lips on his. Then looked at him. “Are you really glad? I mean this is a lot for you now. A real girlfriend and a real relationship on top of all the other crap. You think it’s what you really want?”
He pulled her over him, and she found his hard-on pressing to her.
“Want a ride?” He smiled.
She slipped over him and slid down his long shaft. She moaned as he filled her.
“That feels amazing.”
He kissed the tip of her nose.
“To answer your question. It is what I really want, Baby. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
He lifted her and set the pace. Her body moved up and down on him easily in the deep water of the large bath tub. Their wet bodies slid against each other’s and she twisted her hands into his hair which had grown nearly to his shoulders.
Arsen took her breast into his large hands and squeezed them, stroking both nipples with his thumbs. Steele moaned with the sensation.
Moving up and down him with an urgency she was startled when he stopped her. His hands on her shoulders. Holding her still. His dark eyes she found looking at her when she opened hers.
“You don’t come until I tell you to.” He pulled her mouth to his and moved his hands off her shoulders and fisted both hands with locks of her long hair.
He kissed her hard, his tongue running all over her mouth. She suddenly felt her body reaching the point she knew she had to wait for. His kiss was taking her over the edge just like his dick was as it filled her over and over.
She was falling over the edge and she couldn’t stop it. Steele tried not to let him know she’d climaxed. The moan which threatened, she managed to keep in and she thought she’d gotten away with it when he pulled his mouth back from hers.
He shook his head slowly.
“Naughty girl. What did I tell you to do?”
Her eyes were wide.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Get out of the tub,” he ordered her.
“Arsen!”
“Do as I’ve said.” He let her go, and she got up and out of the tub.
“What are you going to do?” She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself.
With no emotion in his handsome face, he said, “Take that towel off and go lean over the side of the bed and wait there for me. You seem to need reminding of a thing or two.”
Steele gave him a look but his eyes were dark and she dropped hers and went to do as he’d told her to. As she leaned over the bed she found her stomach tensing.
Is he really going to spank me?
With her head laid on the bed, Steele saw him walk out of the bathroom with a white towel hung around his waist. His chiseled abs moved with each step he took towards her.
He stopped at the closet and pulled a leather belt out of it and bent it in half. She found her heart beating hard in her chest. Moving past her, she heard the drawer opening and then felt something soft being pulled across the skin on her back.
Her eyes were covered then with the soft material and he moved her hands up over her head. He wrapped something around them, binding them together.
His hands ran over her ass. Her body went hot in an instant. The leather of the belt she felt moving down her back then over one ass cheek.
She bit he lower lip as she waited for the first strike. Instead she felt him lean over her and grab her by the hair, pulling her head up. His body was against her back, his lips near her ear.
“Are you to come whenever you want when I tell you to wait for my command?”
“No,” she whispered.
A little bite he gave her neck.
“What?”
“No Sir,” she said as she blew out a breath.
The bite had her body tingling. She had no real idea of what he’d do, but somehow, she trusted him not to hurt her.
She felt the leather moving between her legs. It was soft and supple as he raked it over her clit.
“You want to come again, Baby?”
A low moan came from her as her answer. He leaned over her again. His mouth touched her ear.
“I’m going to use something else this time. See if you can figure out what it is.”
Her mind went blank.
“Arsen! What is it?” Her words came out in a shriek.
The deep sound of his laugh had her trying to get up, and he grabbed her and flipped her over on her back and hoisted her up. Her bound hands were placed over the bedpost, keeping her in place.
“Don’t you trust me, Steele?” The leather belt ran over her stomach.
She shivered.
“Yes.”
“Good. You do remember that I love you.” The belt ran down her stomach and he laid it over her sex, leaving it on her.
The cool leather rested against her clit. The constant lightweight of it had her throbbing for more. Then a humming sound filled her ears. The smell of cherries filled the air and then a warm, moist vibrating thing touched the opening of her vagina.
Arsen pushed her legs further apart. Then pushed the thing into her. It vibrated parts of her she didn’t realize would even like that. She felt him move his body next to hers.
He turned her face to his and kissed her as his other hand moved the vibrator in and out of her. It was an odd feeling. Like she was kissing one person and letting another fuck her.
She never thought about such a thing and found herself extremely aroused. His tongue stroked hers as his other hand moved down and rubbed the leather over her clit.
It was amazing. He pulled his mouth away.
“Do not come until I tell you to.”
She moaned a little, and he kissed her again. His mouth was wet and hot and the way he kissed was amazing. She could really focus on how his mouth blended with hers.
His tongue ran over her teeth. Something happened, and the vibration went faster. He pumped it faster and took the belt away to use his finger to stimulate her clit.
She had to focus on his kiss to stop herself from climaxing. Her legs were shaking from the need to release. When he finally pulled the vibrating thing out of her, he placed the wide tip right on her clit and she knew she couldn’t hold back much longer.
He moved his body over hers as he continued to kiss her. Her head moved along with him and when he pushed himself into her she arched up to meet him, desperate to let it out.
Arsen didn’t make even one stroke. He stayed perfectly still then pulled his mouth away. “Come.”
Her body crashed around his and he groaned along with her as her body pulsed around his cock. “Fuck, that’s amazing, Baby!”
He pressed into her as deep as he could go then pulled out and slammed back into her. Steele’s body was shaking as he began his assault on her. Slamming into her hard and fast.
It felt as if a Wild-man was on her. After repeated, hard thrusts he suddenly pulled out of her and took her bound hands from the bedpost.
She was jostled around as he moved her. He took her by the ankles and moved up with them until her heels were by her ears and she felt him press his hard cock into her again.
He took her bound hands and placed them over his head and around his neck. Then he moved them both as he seemed to be sitting back on his feet.
He began lifting her body, making her stroke him. She was amazed as he lifted her over and over. She had to say something as she was just too stunned. “Wow! You’re really strong, Arsen!”
His words came out a little strained as he was exerting himself.
“Uh, huh. And no coming until I say.”
“Of course, sir,” she said with a little giggle. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“And no talking. You’re distracting me.”
In their position, their mouths couldn’t reach the others to kiss so her mind wandered to what they must look like. A human pretzel was what she came up with.
The way his muscles felt around her body had her mesmerized. The sight deprivation let her hear everything. The little sloshing sounds their connected bodies made was kind of sexy and she found that along with the muscles moving around her and the little pumps he was making inside her too much.
Her body was about to let go and she had no idea how she was going to control that in the crazy position. So she resorted to the old Kegel trick and in no time Arsen was telling her to come as he climaxed.
As they caught their breath, Arsen began to untangle their bodies. He laid her back, removed her arms from his neck and let her legs go back down.
“You’re very supple. Not everyone can do that position.” He kissed her forehead and put her bound hands back over the bed post.
“More?” she asked. “And I didn’t have any real choice in getting into that position. You kind of pretzeled me into it.”
His lips pressed against her clit and she arched up as it was still pulsing and tender to the touch. The mere touch was about to set her off again.
“Of course more, Baby. You pulled your trick on me and I have to get you back.” The sound of the vibrator filled the air, and it was on her.
He moved it over her as it warmed up and vibrated her entire sex. She moaned and wiggled.
“Oh my God, Baby! Can I at least come when I want?”
“Hell, no! What kind of relationship do you think this is?” He leaned over and took one of her tits in his mouth. Licking it constantly.
She was writhing trying to hold it back. Her voice was shaking as the vibrator had her whole body vibrating. “But you love me, Arsen!”
His hot mouth moved off her tit, and he trailed gentle kisses over her chest and along her neck. Then his voice spread warmth over her as he said.
“I do love you, now come for me, Baby.”
Steele moaned loudly as she fell apart and the sound of the vibrator stopped, but the buzzing feeling in her didn’t.
He pulled her hands down and let them out of the bind then rubbed her wrists then her shoulders. Then he took the blindfold off and kissed her cheek.
With a smile, he said, “You do remember our safe word, don’t you, Baby?”
She nodded and ran her hand over his cheek.
“I knew I could’ve used it, but you didn’t hurt me.”
“I never want to hurt you. You need to always tell me if I do and I’ll stop. To excite you is all I want. To love you is my only priority.” His fingers ran over her lips and he leaned up on his elbow with his head propped on his palm so he could look down at her.
Her heart ached with how beautiful she thought he was. The man was changing right in front of her eyes and she wished liked hell it could just be like any other normal relationship without the constant threat of prison or any of the other things she felt hanging over their heads.
The truth was his ways did excite her. Even as he ordered her to get out of the tub and wait for him, she felt little fear he was actually going to hurt her. There was a part of her who loved it.
His changes were making him into a man who would be perfect for her and now that their relationship was out in the open everything would be great. If only they weren’t being implicated in the disappearance of Gwen, and the murders Arsen was still being considered for.
Arsen laid back with his strong arm around her.
“Good night, Baby. Try not to think about a thing. Worry never solved anything. If you wake up and feel upset or have any bad feelings, wake me up and we can deal with them together. You’re not alone, ever. I want you to know that. I’m here for you.”
“The same goes for you, my sweet man. I’m here for you.”
He chuckled. “Sweet. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that word being used about me.”
“Go to sleep, Arsen.” She ran her hand up to hold his bicep.
His strong arms made her feel safe, and she loved how they felt around her. Just before she fell asleep, one thought ran through her head.
Please let them find Gwen alive!
GWEN
Distant voices woke Gwen up. It was dark out and she was confused at where she was exactly. She listened to try to hear what the people were saying.
A woman’s voice she could hear saying, “You idiot! No one told you to take that girl. Now you have the cops looking for you. You’re going to have to ditch that car. They’ll find evidence you took her and then you’ll be back in prison before you know it.”
Gwen stayed perfectly still. She remembered what had happened. She’d gotten away. Somewhat anyway. At least she was on the other side of the fence and they couldn’t get to her.
Allen’s voice was a bit high as he said, “I can’t go back. Anne, you have to help me. This was all your idea. To get back at Arsen. The girl was a mistake. I admit that.”
“Look, you dimwit,” she heard Anne say. “This is getting much too complicated and Arsen will not get what he deserves if I don’t step in and completely take charge. So, first things first. You have to be punished for this. Get back inside while I figure out how to deal with you. Strip and put your hands against the wall and wait for me. However long that takes, your ass better be waiting just like I said or the punishment will be ten times worse. Arsen can tell you about not doing as I say. His body still bears the scars of disobeying me.”
Gwen’s heart went to her throat as she realized the woman must have been the big and powerful Arsen’s master at one time.
I have to get to Steele and Arsen before it’s too late for us all!
For Ever Part 10
GWEN
Cold night air had goose bumps covering her skin which felt every little prick of the brittle, dry, tall grass she crawled on her belly through. Gwen kept picturing herself as a military hero in a jungle somewhere.
Anything she could do to take her mind off the way her body was shutting down was what she was doing to get to help.
Haunting sounds of Allen’s cries as Anne whipped him with something moved through the night air. They seemed so far away and Gwen almost felt sorry for the psychotic bastard who’d kidnapped her.
She had to keep reminding herself that she had a mission. Her body would refuse to move at times and she’d have to stop and rest for a while. Each time she did that meant she was losing precious time.
Anne and Allen had their own mission. To ruin Arsen and kill Steele. Gwen had to make it to someone to get her to the police before it was too late.
If I can make it to the road without dying myself!
ARSEN
Steele slept fitfully in his arms, keeping him from sleep. Not that he could with all which was happening. The light from his phone caught his attention as he lay there in the dark, listening to Steele’s mumbles as she talked in her sleep.
He reached over to pick up the phone on the nightstand beside his bed to find a text. The number was odd, all sevens. He hesitated before opening it to read it.
With a swipe of his forefinger it was open, and it said
-We need to meet, you and I. Dawn in front of your apartment. I’ll be waiting in a blue Camaro.
Arsen placed the phone back on the table and then he was really awake. Dawn was a mere three hours away.
His mind was racing with who it could be and if they could help him out of his current situations. Any of them.
Arsen’s problems seemed to keep building. Like all things which build up too high, he had hopes of everything crashing, but not down on him.
He held the love of his life in his arms. Never had he known love like he knew for Steele. Not even his first love had been so complete.
Finally, a real future with a wife and kids stood before him. Only a tall fence with sharp, pointed tops stood between him and that future. He had to climb that fence to get to the other side, and it felt as if led weights had been placed around his ankles, keeping him from doing it.
He lay his head back and closed his eyes as he thought about what he wanted for Steele and himself. A nice mansion with a swimming pool for their children. It would have to have some acreage with it and a barn for her horse and the many other animals they’d get.
Arsen wanted it all. The picture perfect life of a normal couple with a normal life. His heart wanted it so bad it ached.
Right after Steele had fallen asleep, Arsen had gotten up and went to his office. He got on his computer and made a purchase he hoped would be the beginning of the real thing for him and Steele.
Even though so much was happening, he wanted one constant, one thing in his control to help him get through that horrible time.
To have a plan and start moving towards his ultimate goal was a thing he needed and wanted. He just hoped Steele did to.
She grumbled about something and rolled away from him. He reached over and pulled her back to him as she was close to the edge of the bed and he was afraid she’d fall off with her constant dreams or nightmares. He wasn’t sure which.
Her long, dark hair had wrapped around her and he gently tugged it out from underneath her and brushed it back from her face. Arsen could look at her face forever and he planned to do just that.
His mind wandered to his past. Anne had taken him in when he was in his first year at Stanford University. Not sure what he was going to be at that time. He only knew he wanted to be something which had to do with the law.
Arsen wanted to prove to himself he could make something out of himself. He hadn’t seen Anne since she’d left him at the emergency room, just a few months before he turned eighteen.
He lived out of the old Chevy Cobalt he’d earned enough money while living in the foster home to buy. Working at the closest fast food place to the house he’d been sent to, he walked to it each day after school and worked until near dawn.
Arsen knew he had a limited amount of time with that roof over his head and he made good use of that time. The car had cost him two thousand dollars, and it got him around once he was out of high school and out of the foster home.
He went to the small, local college and applied for the financial aid he’d need to go to college. The two years in the small college had him in a dorm room with a party crowd.
Arsen knew he couldn’t get sidetracked by the other young men. He slept most times in his small car in the student parking lot of the dorms. The other guys always seemed to have girls in their beds with them and Arsen wanted nothing to do with sex at that time.
Sex equaled pain in his memory. He wanted none of either. His heart was still mending from the rejection his first love gave him.
Thanks to staying out of trouble, Arsen made excellent grades and was accepted to Stanford University after completing his Associate’s Degree at the small junior college.
On his first day there, after a horrific day of trying to get to all his classes and get settled in, he went to a small bar to get a drink after the tough day. That’s where he saw Beth’s mother.
She was tall, thin, and had long blonde hair. Mrs. Sinclair was not wearing her normal clothing, though. Her heels were tall and her dress was short. Minuscule.
The top of her shirt plunged all the way down to her pierced bellybutton. And Arsen found his mouth watering for the older woman who resembled the love he’d lost in her daughter.
He was too shy to go to her though. Arsen sat at the back of the small bar at a table alone in a darkened corner. He watched as his ex-girlfriend’s mother made some phone calls while she sat at the bar. She seemed to be waiting for someone.
That someone finally joined her. Another tall woman, wearing all leather. Her shiny boots had high heels on them and her short, blond hair was in tight curls under a leather cap.
Arsen watched with great interest as the two had another drink and talked as they sat on stools at the bar. Then Mrs. Sinclair got up and made her way to the ladies’ room. Which was behind Arsen.
His ability to breathe ceased, and he sat perfectly still, trying to become invisible as she walked towards him. Her boobs bounced, and he knew there was nothing between them and the barely covering top she wore.
Her light blue eyes moved to him and after a moment they lit up. She stopped dead in her tracks.
“Arsen Sloan! Is that you?”
He nodded slowly, unsure of how she was going to act. She was caught, busted by him. This was not the Mrs. Sinclair he, nor her husband and daughter knew. This woman was into some tough shit and he knew it by the way she was dressed and made up.
“Wait here,” she directed him as she went to the restroom.
He fidgeted in his seat. Arsen felt like running out of that bar as fast as his feet could take him. But he was paralyzed for some reason. The woman had him wondering about her.
Arsen knew Beth’s mother was twenty years older than him. He was twenty-one, making her forty-one, but she didn’t look old at all. Not one wrinkle. Not one ounce of fat. Not a trace of gray in her long, silky, blonde hair.
Her hand grazed his shoulder as she came back to him.
“Arsen, how have you been, darling.” Her lips touched his cheek and sent chills through him.
“Fine, Mrs. Sinclair.” He tensed and butterflies filled his stomach.
Arsen was a skinny thing back then. He’d not yet begun to do his strenuous work outs. It was she who had him start that.
His dark hair was cut short, and he wore a black T-shirt and blue jeans with Nike running shoes. Not quite the polished man he became.
She took the chair on the other side of the table and looked him over. Her hand rose into the air and her friend came over. She smiled up at the woman close to her age.
“This is Arsen, Sheila. What do you think about him?”
Sheila gave a nod.
“He’s got potential, I’d say.”
Arsen gulped. He felt on display or for sale or something. He looked down at the empty glass of rum and coke in his hand which was nearly trembling.
Mrs. Sinclair leaned forward and put her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her hands. Her fingernails were long and painted shiny black. Her eyeliner was dark black too, making her light blue eyes pop.
The other woman’s eyes were dark brown and her eyes were lined with a dark green liner. She was attractive in a scary sort of way. Her lips were deep red and so were Mrs. Sinclair’s.
The two woman gave off a vibe of sexy fear and Arsen wasn’t immune to it. He was nervous though.
Mrs. Sinclair’s breasts were about to pop out of her tight dress as she leaned forward and reached out to touch the top of his hand which was nervously running around the edge of his empty glass.
“Shelia’s apartment is only a few blocks away, Arsen. She and I were going to go out, but since we found you, we’d like to take you back to her place. How does that sound?” Mrs. Sinclair winked at him, making him extremely uneasy.
His voice was shaky.
“For what?”
Her dark red lips curled into a smile and the other woman who stood next to him placed her hand on his shoulder. Arsen looked up at her as she said, “We want to fuck you, Arsen.”
With the eloquent statement, he sat back and looked at both of the women with confusion riddling his expression.
“Why?” he asked.
Mrs. Sinclair laughed.
“You’re attractive and young. I assume you can fuck for days with your youth. It’s Friday night. I would guess you’re free for the weekend. We can have so much fun together, the three of us.”
Knots had formed in his stomach and Shelia gave him a wink.
“I’m going to go and get you a drink to help you decide. It looks like you need to loosen up a bit.”
With her exit, Mrs. Sinclair got up and moved around to where he sat. She tugged the chair he was in back a bit and settled on his lap...
“Arsen, tell me, do you not find me attractive at all?”
He nodded.
“You look different than you ever did when Beth and I…”
Her finger stopped him as she placed it to his lips.
“No mention of her, please. Nor her father. They believe I’m on a weekend retreat with my church group.”
His eyes widened.
“Church? Yeah, I remember you were all about church.”
She laughed and her mouth touched his ear.
“I may have lied a little about that, Arsen. The things which take me away from my little family are not quite as holy as I’ve made them out to be. As a matter of fact, they are anything but holy. I hope you decide to take us up on our offer. We have many toys that are sure to excite you. And Sheila really likes to be spanked if you know what I mean.”
He shook his head.
“I have no clue what the hell you’re talking about, Mrs. Sinclair.”
She moaned and ran her pointed, black fingernail across his smooth cheek. Then pulled her bottom lip between her perfectly white teeth.
“Ummm. I like the way you say that, Arsen. Say it again. But instead of Mrs. I want you to call me Mistress Sinclair.”
“Mistress Sinclair?” he asked as his brows furrowed.
Her body melted into his as she ran her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.
“The sound of you saying that has just left me wet.”
Her hand took his and moved it under her short skirt. She pressed his fingertips to the edge of her vagina and then pushed two of them inside her panty-less pussy.
Arsen’s eyes went wide and his dick sprung to life in his jeans. A fact Mrs. Sinclair who sat on his lap noticed immediately. With a smile, she pumped his fingers inside her as they sat there in the darkened corner of the little bar.
She pumped them as he watched her in complete shock. He felt her wet heated flesh just inside her vagina gripping his fingers as she moaned and more wetness flowed around his fingers.
“You made me come, you naughty boy,” she moaned in his ear.
She pulled his fingers out of her and he watched as she placed them in her mouth and sucked the juices off them. His dick went even harder when she got up and kept his hand in hers, leading him to the ladies’ room just behind them. He followed like a puppy.
More like a lamb to the slaughter!
Arsen shook his head as he stopped thinking about that first time with her. Steele struggled in her dream and her wiggling had taken his attention from the memory.
As he looked at her he felt awful for holding her in his arms and recalling the first night with Anne Sinclair. The first night of many he and she shared from then on with him being her submissive partner. A thing he was just beginning to realize wasn’t something he actively agreed to at all.
Back to his memory he went. Recalling what Mistress Sinclair did to him in that ladies’ room in the back of that small bar that fateful night.
The lights in the small bathroom were bright as hell, he recalled. The bar had been so dark it made Arsen’s eyes squint when she pulled him into the tiny bathroom.
She closed the door behind them and locked it, pressing her body up against his as she did. His dick was hard and when her mouth fell on his, he ran his arms around her.
Something inside him was hungry for her though he couldn’t explain to himself why that was.
This was his only love’s mother for the love of all which is holy was what he was thinking as her tongue moved over his. Her hands were expertly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and his cock was in her hand before he realized it.
She jerked it up and down and he groaned with the sensation. She took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the vanity. Her short as hell skirt pulled up and her crotch ready for him.
From a small pocket at the front of her skirt she pulled out a foil packet and ripped it open with her teeth, spitting out the little bit of foil which got into her mouth.
Arsen watched silently as she placed it over his hard dick. Then looked up at him.
“I want you to fuck me now.”
His heart was pounding as he knew what he was about to do was more than wrong. In so many ways it was wrong. If Beth ever found out, it would horrify her. If Mr. Sinclair ever found out, it could well be the end of him. If he beat him nearly to death over his daughter what would he do to him over fucking his wife?
But Arsen’s dick was ruling his head, and he pressed himself into her as she sat on the top of that small vanity. She was wet and hot and her nails dug into his back as he pushed deep inside her.
“Fuck! You’re huge, Arsen!” Her legs moved to encircle him around his waist. “Lift me up and fuck me.”
He lifted her off the vanity but it was too much of a struggle to hold her up and make any type of strokes. His dick wanted more and messing around like that wasn’t going to cut it.
The floor was where he placed her then he went to work, stroking in and out of her as his breathing changed into something which sounded like he was having a panic attack.
Arsen’s body quivered as he all too soon came and he groaned with the climax. Only Mrs. Sinclair was not groaning. Her face wore a frown.
“That’s it?”
He looked down at her once he opened his eyes.
“What?”
“That’s it?” she asked then pushed him off her. “That’s not nearly enough. I’m taking you back to Shelia’s. That’s not enough for me. When’s the last time you had sex, Arsen? Shit!”
Arsen stood up and took the condom off, tossing it in the trash. He placed himself back into his jeans, zipping and buttoning them back up.
“Beth.”
Her eyebrows went way up.
“That was nearly four years ago!”
He nodded and washed his hands.
“Yep.”
She grabbed his wet hand before he could dry them.
“You’re coming with us. We can fix you up where you can make more than five strokes into a pussy before coming, Arsen.”
His head was fuzzy from the ejaculation and the one drink he’d had. Sheila was waiting patiently at the table as they came out. Mrs. Sinclair was shaking her head at the other woman.
“We have us as close to a virgin here as you can get without having an actual virgin.”
Sheila smiled.
“Did you get him to agree?”
Mrs. Sinclair grabbed the shot glass full of a dark colored liquor and handed it to Arsen.
“Drink this.” Her tone was commanding, and he tossed it down his throat without even asking what it was. “We’re taking him. He’ll want what we have to offer. He may not know it yet, but he will soon.”
Arsen looked back and forth between the two of them.
“Both of you?”
They nodded, and he shook his head.
“I don’t know. You just said I came too quick. How can I possibly….”
He was jerked by Mrs. Sinclair as they began to leave the bar.
“Don’t worry, we’ll show you how you can. When’s the last time you ate some pussy, Arsen?”
He gulped.
“Never.”
The women laughed, and it sounded a little evil to his ears.
Shelia’s hand gripped his ass as she walked behind him.
“Hope you’re hungry boy.”
The women walked some three blocks until they came to an old apartment building. The small apartment smelled like men’s cologne and leather. There was one sofa in the middle of the small living room.
Mrs. Sinclair pulled him right past that and into a small bedroom. A king size bed and one chair were all that was in it. His eyes roamed around and he found a door knob had been screwed into the wall and next to it hung a small whip and a pair of silver handcuffs. The keys to it dangled from one of the locks.
A sign hung over the bed. It was just one word written in thick black marker. ‘PEACHES’ had him wondering what the hell that was about.
Mrs. Sinclair reached into a closet and pulled out an odd looking leather thing. She handed it to him. Go put this on and nothing else, Arsen.
He held it out and noticed his ass and dick would be ready to go, but the leather would cover the front portion of his legs.
“Are these what the cowboys in the old days wore?”
She nodded. “Nowadays men who are into a unique sex life wear them. I intend to take you into that way with me, Arsen. Tonight will be your first lesson.”
Mrs. Sinclair smacked his ass and pointed to the attached bathroom. He went inside and looked at himself in the mirror.
“What are you doing, man?” he asked himself.
He washed his face and felt the effects of the shot taking him over. Changing into the chaps had him feeling ridiculous. He turned to look at his exposed, skinny ass cheeks in the mirror and his face heated with a blush.
Turning back, he found his dick visible, dangling between his legs and shook his head.
“I can’t go out there like this.”
The door opened and Mrs. Sinclair was holding out another shot of something to him.
“Drink this.”
“I don’t know about all this, Mrs. Sinclair.”
Her hand moved over his cheek, softly.
“Just take the drink and lets us teach you all you’ll ever need to know about pleasing a woman.”
Arsen took the drink as he thought about gaining some knowledge about sex. He was twenty-one after all with no real idea about it. And from what he’d just done with Mrs. Sinclair in that bar’s bathroom, he knew he was sorely lacking in that department.
But something inside him wanted more than just to learn about sex with some older women.
“I think you should only do that with someone you love, Mrs. Sinclair.”
She laughed and took his hand, pulling him out of the bathroom. His eyes quickly went to the woman strung up on the wall, facing him.
“I want you to eat Shelia out and make her orgasm. After that, you can tell me if you didn’t enjoy it.” She got behind him and pushed him towards the smiling woman.
“What if I don’t?” he asked as he looked over the woman who was naked and handcuffed, hanging from the knob on the wall. Her blonde curls pressed to it, making them bunch around her face. “Will you let me leave then?”
“I will allow you to leave only after we have fixed that early ejaculation problem you have. Now do as I say.” Mrs. Sinclair pulled the chair up and sat down on it close to the side of Sheila. “Kneel in front of her, Arsen.”
He shook his head and took a deep breath. Then he did as she told him to.
“I guess I just kiss it like I would a mouth?” He looked at the woman he’d only known as a housewife and mother and a supposedly Christian woman.
How wrong I had been!
She tasted like salt. His first impression of his mouth on the woman wasn’t a thing he found pleasant, but his damn dick did. It sprang to attention within seconds of his mouth pressing to her.
Mrs. Sinclair’s voice was low and controlled as she told him what to do. “Use your tongue and run it over her clit.”
He pulled back. “Where is that?”
She gave a heavy sigh. Reaching out, she pulled back Sheila’s folds and touched her clit, making Sheila let out a moan. Mrs. Sinclair arched her brows. “See how quickly that affected her?”
He nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then” she stuck her tongue out and made it into a point on the end and wiggled it. “Do that with your tongue over that little bud.”
He practiced a second, and she frowned.
“Not good?” he asked.
She leaned over a lot more and said, “Watch me, Arsen.”
He leaned back a little and watched as she placed her pointed tongue on the other woman’s body and his dick went even harder. He was mesmerized by the way her tongue moved over the swollen, red, pearl-like thing.
He was also mesmerized by the moans Sheila was making. Mrs. Sinclair took her hands and spread Sheila’s folds wide open and ran her tongue up and down them then her tongue went into her vagina and Sheila writhed in her bonds and moaned like it was the best thing ever.
All Arsen knew was he wanted to do that. So he pulled Mrs. Sinclair back by the shoulders. “I think I can do that.”
She smiled and moved to get behind him. Her front pressed to his back and her hand ran over his rock hard cock. He spread Sheila open as Mrs. Sinclair had done and began to feast on her as Mrs. Sinclair ran her hand up and down his cock.
She did it much better than he did when he did it himself. Her hand was softer and her strokes were slower and less insistent than when he did that to himself.
He supposed it was because he was always in a hurry. It most often happened in the shower and living in a dorm always meant someone was waiting to get into the shower next.
Arsen couldn’t believe the pleasure he was getting from licking this woman’s pussy. Her moans made him feel like he was the best lover in the world. His dick ached to be inside either one of them.
He just wanted to feel some type of tight, wet, heat surround his cock. He didn’t give two shits who it was in, it just needed to be inside a pussy. That’s all he knew.
When Sheila screamed his name, Mrs. Sinclair whispered in his ear.
“Put your tongue inside her.”
He did and found her juicy. Mrs. Sinclair let his dick out of her hand and stood up.
“Take her cuffed hands off the knob and lie her down on the bed. Keep her ass at the edge so you can stand while you fuck her.”
Arsen’s hands were shaking as he reached up and took the other woman’s hands off the knob and laid her on the bed. She held her cuffed hands over her head.
Mrs. Sinclair’s lips touched his ear as she whispered.
“I have a whip.” He felt the cool leather move across his bare ass. “You do not come until I say or I’ll give you a lash. I’m going to pop you once you’re inside her so you’ll know the sting and fear it.”
He turned to look back at her with fear in his eyes.
“You’re what?”
She grabbed his chin and pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hard.
“Do as I say, Arsen.”
“Okay,” he said as he tried to catch his breath after the steamy kiss. “I’ll do what you say, Mrs. Sinclair.”
Pop! Went the small whip, leaving a burning place on his ass as he ran his hand to cover it. “Mistress Sinclair!” she corrected, sternly.
“Mistress Sinclair. Sorry, I forgot about that.” He rubbed his ass and turned back to find Sheila smiling at him.
“Your cock is huge and I’m about to come all over it.” The sound of foil made him look back at the other woman and she slipped a condom over his erection.
“Thanks,” he said.
His hands were shaking as he placed them on Sheila’s stomach. He pressed the tip of his wide cock to her vagina and watched as it slipped inside her.
Immediately, his body was shaking, and he felt the need to make swift thrusts. The first thrust he made coincided with a sharp pain on his ass as Mrs. Sinclair struck him with the whip even harder than she had the first time.
It burned, and he felt a whelp had formed. It didn’t quit burning, and it took his attention from the need his body felt to release.
“Move in and out of her slowly, Arsen,” Mrs. Sinclair told him.
She was a presence just behind him but she wasn’t touching him. A light over his shoulder had him looking back over it and finding her with a small camera in her hand.
“Christ, are you filming this?” he asked in horror.
“Shut up and fuck her.” Her words came out harsh and her nails dug into his ass. It made the whelp burn even more.
Shelia began to groan.
“He’s huge. It feels so fucking amazing.”
Mrs. Sinclair directed him.
“Tell her how she feels, Arsen.”
He had no idea how to explain it.
“She’s squishy and hot.”
Mrs. Sinclair rolled her eyes.
“How about something like this? Her pussy is hot and making my dick scream with need for her.”
“Nah, that’s not how it feels,” he said. “It really does feel squishy and hot and your vagina was tighter than hers is.”
Sheila raised her head and her eyes went wide.
“Stop filming! I don’t want anyone to ever hear that. Erase it, Anne!”
Mrs. Sinclair chuckled.
“Do some Kegels, Shelia.”
Shelia laid back.
“Ughh! Just don’t let him talk. It’s better if he doesn’t. He has no idea of what to say.”
Mrs. Sinclair moved to lie on the bed, her head near Sheila’s bottom and she angled the camera up to film him.
“I’ll narrate.” She looked at him through the camera. “Here we have a young male, twenty-one. Isn’t that right, Arsen?”
He nodded and smiled at the camera.
“Yep.”
“I’d like you to answer with, yes, Mistress Sinclair.”
His smile widened.
“Yes, Mistress Sinclair.”
“Good boy. I’m going to reward you with a nice blow job in a little while.”
His face went red as he pumped away at Sheila. “Crap! You have some shit in store for me, it seems.”
“You will be well educated when you leave our company at the end of this long weekend, Arsen Sloan. I assure you.” She moved the camera to film the connection their bodies were making.
“You getting that sloshing sound, Mistress Sinclair?” he asked.
Sheila’s head popped up off the bed.
“Arsen, shut the fuck up!”
“Sorry,” he apologized and went back to pumping himself into Shelia.
“Pull her knees up, Arsen. You can go in deeper like that and you may find something tight on her a little higher up there.”
He did as she told him to and Shelia moaned. “Yep, he’s stretching some new territory.”
Arsen felt it too and his dick twitched with a need to release. But the pain of the whip still was fresh in his mind. He tried to look at the wall and not think about what he was doing.
Then Sheila let out a shrieking groan and her body convulsed around his cock and he was about to come with her as her body just kept pressing and squeezing his hard cock.
Mrs. Sinclair’s words came from between clenched teeth, “Don’t you let it go, Arsen.”
He looked at the wall, trying to block out how her body was trying desperately to pull his along with her into that sweet ecstasy. Somehow he managed to control it.
Just as he did. Mrs. Sinclair moved back behind him. The leather of the whip moved over his ass.
“Come,” she told him with one quick word.
He tried, but the urge was gone.
“I can’t.”
The whip cracked across his ass leaving heat where it had touched.
“Come!”
The pain of the strike had his body nowhere near orgasm and she struck him again. Over and over she struck him until he was quivering and his knees gave out.
His dick had gone limp and every nerve ending was screaming at him. Mrs. Sinclair wasn’t letting up. The whip hit him all over his body as she kept cracking it and screaming at him to come.
Finally, she got close enough he could grab her wrist to stop her.
“Mistress Sinclair, please stop!”
Her eyes were wild as she looked at him. Then pointed to the sign on the wall.
“You don’t know how to read, Arsen?”
His voice was shaky with the pain which radiated all over his body. “What?”
“What does that say?” She pointed at the sign again.
“Peaches?” he asked in complete confusion.
“Yes. That’s all you had to say if it was too much for you.” She pulled away from him and stood back up. “Didn’t you know that? Haven’t you heard of a safe word?”
He shook his head.
“No.”
She held her hand out to help him up from his crumbled state on the floor. “I could’ve sworn I told you that if it gets too intense you are to say that word and we’ll stop immediately.”
Arsen shook his head and found Sheila sitting up.
“Yeah, I know I heard you tell him that, Anne. He must’ve not been listening. His mind was probably busy taking me all in as I hung on the wall, waiting for him.” She looked at Arsen. “You okay there, kid?”
He nodded. Red whelps covered his body. He watched as Anne Sinclair un-cuffed Shelia.
“I’m taking him to the shower to wash him down. Care to join us?” she asked the woman Arsen had just finished fucking.
She nodded.
“I’m starving. I’m going to order pizza.” Sheila looked at Arsen. “Pepperoni okay with you, kid?”
He nodded and felt Mrs. Sinclair’s hand slip into his. She led him to the bathroom and started up the shower. Her finger tips ran over the red whelps which covered his chest.
She smiled up at him.
“You have to admire the colors. The angry red makes your tanned skin look kind of white. It’s beautiful. Don’t you agree?”
Arsen did not agree. It hurt. He hurt all over his body as she’d struck him all over it. One had even landed on his dick and it burned as well.
He had no intention of staying with the women the entire weekend. In his opinion they were a little odd. Mrs. Sinclair reached into a little bag in the back of the medicine chest which hung on the wall next to the mirror.
She pulled out one little white pill.
“Open up,” she told him.
He shook his head.
“What is that?”
“Just something to stop the pain I know is running all over your body, Arsen. It’s not addicting. You don’t have to worry about that. Open up or I’ll have to paddle your skinny, little ass.”
His mouth opened quickly as he had no want to feel any more pain. She smiled and pulled her clothes off then removed his chaps and tossed them to the floor.
Her hand took his and led him into the shower. The warm water burned initially as it ran over the many welts, some which bled a bit. She picked up a clear bottle filled with a foamy dark liquid.
The bottle had a tip on it and she squirted it all over him and ran her hands to rub it all in. “This will take care of the places where your skin was broken.”
“Okay,” he said. His body was starting to grow numb with the liquid. “What is it?”
“An antiseptic with a pain reliever in it. It’ll make sure those places don’t become infected.” She ran her hand over his dick which was limp. “You know you should think about me. There’s so much I could teach you. I can have this body of yours very different in just the matter of one year. Wouldn’t you like to have muscles, Arsen?”
He thought about it for a moment.
“Like a personal trainer or something like that?”
With a smile, she said, “Something like that.”
Her hands running over his body was making it feel better. That or the pain killers both inside and outside of him.
“I’ll think about it.”
She took his dick in her hand and gave it a squeeze.
“You’ll think about it what, Arsen?”
“I’ll think about it, Mistress Sinclair.”
She smiled and released his cock.
“Are you going to college?”
“I am. I’m in pre-law. I’m not sure what I want to be. An aid, a paralegal, or what.” The pill must’ve been taking over as he found himself picking up a white bar of soap and rubbing it with his hands until he had handfuls of bubbles. He began rubbing it over her shoulders and she moaned.
“You should be an attorney, Arsen.” She turned to face him and moved his soapy hands to her breasts. “You’d make an excellent one. I could help you. I could even get us a nice apartment near the campus. Where is it you’re going to school at?”
“Stanford University,” he said and her eyebrows shot up.
“Prestigious! My, how did you manage that?” She moved his soapy hands to her pussy and moved his hands to rub it.
“Turns out, I’m smart.” He smiled.
“As am I, young man.” She moved to close the space between them and pulled his head down to kiss her.
His arms ran around her and his mouth was pliable as the pill made him lucid and his body was much more relaxed. She turned the water off and pulled him out of the shower and to the bed. She laid him back on it and went to the door.
She shouted out the door, “I’m going to fuck him. Do you want to watch? I’m going to put the camera on the dresser to record it.”
Arsen lay on the bed and chuckled. His mind was nowhere near as cluttered as it had been. Mrs. Sinclair was going to fuck him and video tape it. Possibly while the woman he’d just fucked watched.
He never saw it coming as he sat in the dark bar, drinking a little drink and thinking about what kind of sandwich he was going to get and take home for dinner that night.
Her damp hair hung in limp strands around her then make-up-less face. Then he saw a few tiny lines around her light blue eyes. But that was okay, he thought.
“Since I was much too hard on you about it the last time. You go ahead and come when you want to. I’ll be a lot easier with you this time.” She moved down his body, and he felt her mouth go over his limp dick.
His eyelids grew heavy, and he closed them. The way her mouth was sucking at him had his cock making little twinges here and there, but the pill had him not feeling much of anything.
Light filled the room as Shelia came in and turned the overhead light on.
“I want to be able to see it all,” she said as she came into the room. “The camera needs light to capture the footage.”
He placed his arm over his eyes to block out the annoying light. Mrs. Sinclair’s mouth moved off him for a second as she said,
“Hey, can you grab some nipple clamps and put them on him. The liquor and the pill have him not feeling a damn thing. We need to bring some type of sensation up in him. His dick is limp, and that’s no fun.”
Arsen found himself thinking he felt like their boy-toy. He wasn’t sure he liked that at all. He felt it when Shelia placed the first clamp on his little nipple. “Oww!”
“Good,” Shelia said then pinched his other nipple with the other clamp.
“Fuck!” he shouted as pain went through him.
It subsided pretty quickly, and he found his cock pulsing as Mrs. Sinclair’s mouth sucked hard at it.
A humming sound filled his ears, and he opened his eyes to see Shelia wearing nothing but a strap on nine-inch dildo which was thick and black and moving as she’d turned it on.
“Hey, I’m going to take you from behind while you do that, Anne.”
Shelia climbed onto the bed behind Mrs. Sinclair and Arsen watched as she pushed the dildo into the woman sucking his dick. When Mrs. Sinclair moaned, he felt it make his dick twitch.
As he watched the woman with blonde tight curls moving back and forth, her tits bouncing as she did and his line of sight included a woman with long, blonde hair bobbing up and down as she sucked him off he became aroused.
“Fuck me, you chicks are freaky!” he said as his stomach began to tighten and his dick hardened.
Shelia winked at him.
“Want to make an Anne sandwich, kid?”
He didn’t know what an Anne sandwich was, but he wanted to.
“Yep.”
Shelia pulled out of Anne and Anne released Arsen’s dick. She smiled at him.
“You’re going to take me in the ass.”
“I am?” he asked.
She nodded. “Get up.”
He stood up and watched as Shelia laid down, her black dildo standing up. Anne climbed on and slid down it.
“Fill the rest of me, Arsen,” Anne said.
“This is wild,” he managed to say as he climbed on the bed and found his dick easily moved into her ass. “This doesn’t hurt?”
“No,” she said. “Stroke along with me, Arsen.”
Her ass raised, and he went all the way into her. Then she went down on the dildo and he stayed where he was, letting his dick pull away from her.
She moaned like she loved it. “Now all at once,” she said. “I’m going to grind on this dildo while you fuck my asshole, Arsen. Got it?”
“Guess so,” he said as he moved back to fill her.
Anne wiggled on the dildo as Arsen moved in and out of her. It was all going fine for a while. Until he really looked at what he was doing.
He was fucking the mother of the only girl he’d ever loved. The girl who had thought him a loser after her father was able to beat him up.
That woman was riding a dildo the size of a donkey’s dick as she fucked another woman and he fucked her up the ass. It was sick, twisted, and nothing he had ever even imagined doing. Then the pill and liquor hit him hard, and he threw up all over the women beneath him.
The memory made Arsen nearly wretch out loud. He then realized it was fifteen minutes until dawn and at the very least he was going to see who it was that was supposed to be waiting outside to tell him something.
Gently he moved away from Steele and went to get dressed. He called Paul and asked him to go outside, with his gun. But he wanted him to act as if they weren’t together.
Paul joined him as he got off the private elevator. Arsen gave him a nod.
“Thanks for getting up at the butt crack of dawn for me, Paul. I have no idea who it was that texted me, but I’m grasping at straws here. I have to listen to anyone who has a thing that can possibly help us.”
Paul smiled, and the two bumped fists.
“I got ya, man.”
Arsen looked out the clear glass doors of the lobby and saw nothing outside. “I wonder if they’ll even come.”
“Gotta give them time, boss,” Paul said and leaned against the wall. One foot he placed against it and fiddled with a pack of cigarettes.
Arsen’s eyes went to it.
“When did you start smoking, Paul?”
“Since I started worrying about you, boss. I give quite a large shit about you, man.” Paul’s eyes looked a little glassy. “I’ll watch over her for you if something happens. I don’t want you to worry about that. I’ll take her everywhere and make sure she comes to see you on visiting days.”
“I hope that’s not necessary, but you have no idea how much it’s appreciated. You always have been an exceptional person, Paul.” Arsen found himself feeling sentimental about so much on that night and early morning.
“I know, Arsen. I know.”
“I’ve been recalling my relationship, if you can even call it that, with Anne Sinclair. I’ve come to the conclusion she kind of molested my naïve young ass back then. She made me something I wasn’t before.” Arsen looked away as he felt kind of sick to his stomach.
“When Steele and I have kids, and hopefully at least one will be a son, I would kill any bitch if she did the things to him, Anne did to me. I mean it. I would kill her.”
Paul nodded.
“And how about what you did to those women, Arsen?”
Bile rose quickly in his throat as his long-time friend reminded him of what Anne Sinclair had turned him into.
“Yeah, I know. I wish they were here for me to apologize to and get help for. The way Steele helped me. The girl hasn’t even realized it yet, just how much she’s helped me.”
Paul laughed a little.
“If I could turn back time,” he sang with his best Cher impression. “Right boss?”
Arsen chuckled.
“Yep.” He fidgeted a little then said, “Do you think it would be unfair of me to ask Steele to marry me with all this shit over us?”
Paul’s eyes went wide and his eyebrows ran clean up to his dark hairline. “Marriage, boss? You sure you’re ready for that? I mean, you haven’t known her long at all. Not to say I don’t adore her. I do. And I do think she’s good for you. If I can be honest though. I think you need to be sure you aren’t going to hurt her. Make her something she isn’t. You know like you said Anne Sinclair made you something you weren’t.”
A sharp pain stabbed Arsen’s heart. His friend wasn’t lying. Paul was no yes man. That was a thing Arsen had always respected about the man who drove him everywhere he went.
Arsen nodded.
“You’re right, Paul. I should wait. I need to make sure she understands what it is I really want from her. At this point she still thinks I need to be in control of all things, her included, if I’m to be truly happy. That isn’t the case though. It’s far from what I want.”
Paul looked at him with a frown.
“You sure about that, boss? I mean, you and having control over things is your deal, man.”
“It has been. Fuck! It had to be. If you had a clue about what I had to do to get out of evil Sinclair’s clutches you’d have a much better understanding. That woman ruled my ass with a hot mother-fucking poker for nearly four years. All through law school. Then the bitch took credit for all I had accomplished.” Arsen began to pace with the anxiety and anger which began to fill him.
“I suppose that was the final straw when she did that, huh?” Paul asked.
“You would think so, but that wasn’t it. I mean it was part of it, but not all of it. See, when I told her I wanted out of our contract which stated we would be in that contract. Get this shit, forever. And that I needed to move on with my life, she threatened me. Her husband and daughter didn’t know a thing about us. But Mistress Sinclair made sure to keep a video diary of our activities. She assured me her husband would hunt me down and kill me in cold blood without any hesitation.”
Paul frowned. “Um, she was a part of it. Why would he only kill you? He’d probably kill you both.”
“She had a special skill, the old bitch. She’d managed to record a ton of our conversations. She had me say certain things, I had no idea what she’d do with all that later.” Arsen stopped pacing as he saw the blue Camaro pull to a stop in front of the building.
The windows were tinted so dark he couldn’t see who was inside.
Paul’s hand on his shoulder made his look back as Paul said.
“I guess this little conversation is to be continued, boss. Looks like your five o’clock meeting has just arrived.”
Arsen walked out first and a few seconds later Paul walked out and leaned against the brick wall of the tall building which housed them both. He lit a cigarette and acted as if he was just another dude catching a quick morning buzz before heading out to work as he watched his friend.
The window rolled down and as hard as he tried, he couldn’t see who was driving. Arsen leaned in then stood up and turned back to look at Paul, then got in the car and it pulled away.
For Fear Part 11
STEELE
The sound of the private elevator opening up in the entry room had Steele calling out from the kitchen where she was cooking breakfast, “Arsen, where have you been, Baby?”
“Not Arsen,” Paul said as he came into the kitchen. “I’ve been trying to call him and he’s not answering. Do you know if he left his phone here?”
“Check his office. I know it’s not in the bedroom.” Steele paused her stirring of the scrambled eggs. “Wait. You didn’t drive him? So he took the Jag? Where’d he go without his phone?”
Paul ducked out of the kitchen and went down the hallway to Arsen’s office. Steele followed and saw Paul pick the phone up off the desk.
“Here it is,” he said as he turned back to her.
His dark hair lay across his shoulders in waves. Not his usual look. Paul always kept his long hair pulled into a low cue and kept it neat at all times. He was clean shaven that night Steele first slipped into the backseat of the Suburban. Now he had a light beard, unkempt.
“Paul, you okay?” she asked as she watched him tap away at Arsen’s cell phone.
“Yeah, why?” he said as he stared at the phone.
“You look a little off. Your hair, your face. And do I smell cigarette smoke?” she asked as she looked him over and sniffed the air.
His blue eyes moved to look at hers.
“It’s just that I’m getting more and more worried about Arsen.” He turned the phone around and showed her the message Arsen had received earlier that morning. “He left with whoever it was who sent this message asking him to meet them this morning. Arsen just got into the car with a wave of his hand and they drove away. I didn’t get to see who it was.”
Steele’s face went pale.
“Was it a man or a woman?”
Paul shook his head. “I didn’t get to see a thing. The windows were tinted a dark black.”
“What kind of car was it?” she asked.
“A blue Camaro.” Paul pushed the button to call the number that was all sevens. A recording came on telling him that was not a valid number and he pushed the button to end the call. “Just as I thought. That number isn’t anything we can track him by. I should’ve chased his ass down and made them stop.”
Steele let out a sigh.
“Paul, don’t blame yourself. The man thinks he’s ten feet tall and bulletproof sometimes.”
Paul let out a laugh and walked out of the office.
“You don’t have to tell me that. I know that man better than anyone. He’s hard headed and completely self-destructive at times. What he did with women was…” He shut up and glanced at Steele.
Her cheeks had turned pink with embarrassment.
“I know. It’s okay.”
Paul reached out and touched her arm as they walked back to the kitchen.
“He’s different with you, Steele. He’s better with you.”
She nodded.
“I wonder why he would take off with someone.”
Steele gestured for Paul to sit at the table. He took a chair, and she brought him a cup of coffee.
“Thanks,” he said as he picked up the sugar bowl and put a couple of spoonfuls into the cup.
Steele made up two plates with eggs, bacon, and toast and took them to the table and sat across from Paul. After taking a bite of the eggs and a sip of her coffee, she asked, “Do you think Arsen can truly be happy with a vanilla woman like I am?”
Paul looked at her and smiled.
“You aren’t vanilla, Steele. I like to think of you as a brilliant variation of flavors. A little chocolate, a touch of vanilla and some spicy cinnamon.”
She smiled with the compliment. Then her cheeks turned scarlet as she thought about how many things she’d done with Arsen while the man across from her drove the car, a mere rolled up window between them.
Steele shook her head with the memories of all she’d done with the man in the back of that car. Her panties went damp with the thoughts which had flashed through her mind.
“It has occurred to me you know a lot about our sex life, Paul,” she said as she looked at her plate, not daring to meet his gaze as she felt him staring at her.
He laughed.
“I wear headphones, Steele. I have no wish to hear what goes on in the back of the SUV.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, but the fact was he knew what they were doing in the back of that car and that was embarrassing to her.
“Paul, do you think I’m a trampy slut?”
“Look at me,” he said with an air of authority she knew he’d learned from Arsen. She raised her head and did as he said. “You are no tramp, Steele. I could tell you weren’t one of those girls when I first saw you in your boots and jeans. You and he clicked. You had something. I know you would never have done what you did without that spark that instant connection you two had from the very start.”
“That night. Was he really waiting for me?” she asked then sipped her coffee. “It seems impossible to me. He’s so damn good looking. I just can’t imagine Arsen Sloan sitting in a car waiting for any woman to come outside.”
Paul laughed.
“I was surprised by him saying he wanted to wait for you. You’re right, he’s not the kind of man to wait on a half chance with a woman. He’s the guy who goes in takes who he wants and the women are grateful for the time he gives them.”
Steele looked away.
“He’s had more than his fair share of women, hasn’t he?”
Paul cleared his throat.
“I shouldn’t have said that. Please have that stricken from the record.” He laughed.
Steele did too.
“Paul, I can’t help worrying about where he is right now. And who he’s with. And what the fuck they’re doing.”
Paul shook his head.
“I’m sure it’s just a person who can help him find out more about the murders, Steele. He’ll be back before we know it and hopefully he’ll have some great answers that will get him out of all this shit he’s in.”
“It wasn’t Anne, was it?” Steele’s eyes were beginning to shine with unshed tears.
“It wasn’t her car.” He said, making her feel a little better.
She didn’t trust that woman at all. She knew she had a certain hold over Arsen because of all the abuse and she was afraid of Arsen reverting back to his old self. It had been a fear she’d had since she found everything out about the complex man.
“I’m supposed to be in my first class in half an hour, but I won’t be able to concentrate anyway. I’m staying home today. At least until Arsen makes it back.” She got up and put her empty plate in the sink.
Paul followed and asked, “You want me to hang out here with you?”
She turned with a smile.
“Would you? That would be so nice of you, Paul. It would help me not to get all crazy and jump to conclusions. I have to admit the pictures going through my mind of Arsen in a hotel room with Anne, or anyone really, keep coming in and haunting me. I love that man and jealousy is a thing which is nearly constant in me for him.”
“I assure you he’s not doing anything like that. I’m more worried he’s put his trust in someone who’s out to hurt him.” Paul took her by the arm and led her to the living room where they sat on a plush sofa.
“That is worse than what I’m thinking,” she said and sighed. “There is just no good scenario is there?”
He shrugged his wide shoulders.
“Well, there is one. He could be with someone who is helping him get to the bottom of all this shit.”
She nodded in agreement.
“That would be so fucking fantastic.”
The bell chimed with a call from the doorman and Steele made her way to the small box beside the elevator.
“Yes?”
“There is a Detective Fontaine to see Mr. Sloan.”
“Send her up,” she said then sighed. “Fantastic.”
Paul was behind her as she turned.
“What do you think this is about?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“No idea. It just keeps getting better and better around here.”
They waited for the detective and in a few minutes she was stepping off the elevator with a paper in her hand.
“I need to see Arsen,” she said.
“He’s not here at the moment. What’s that?” Steele asked as she gestured to the paper. “And what about my roommate, Gwen?”
“A warrant for his arrest for the other two women’s murders is what this is,” she answered. “We have officers looking for her, that’s the best we can do with no leads yet. Where is Arsen?”
Paul answered, “He left about five this morning with someone in a blue Camaro.”
“Five?” Fontaine asked. “That was quite a while ago. Doesn’t he have his phone? Let him know I need him back here ASAP.”
Steele sighed and walked towards the living room.
“You may as well come in and have a seat. He left his phone here. He’s been gone five hours now. Hopefully, he’ll be back soon.”
The detective sat down and crossed her long legs, the red pencil skirt raising up a bit and showing more of her leg than Steele thought was professional.
“How long does he usually take, Miss Gannon?” she asked.
Steele looked at her with a confused expression.
“Pardon?”
“To fuck?” Her cold eyes stared into Steele’s.
Paul laughed and sat down near the detective as Steele sat on the sofa across from them.
“Whoa. I better stay close to you Detective. This one here can be a real hell cat and I don’t want you to get hurt. You should really watch what you say.”
Fontaine’s eyes ran up and down Steele who was nearly a foot shorter and thinner than the tall woman.
“This little thing? She couldn’t hurt a fly.”
Steele knew she was being baited so her temper was even.
“Fontaine, you cannot goad me into a fight. Sorry. I’m worried Arsen has put his trust into someone he shouldn’t have. Perhaps you could find out who the hell that car belongs to? You do have the hook up to get that accomplished, don’t you?”
Paul smiled.
“Good thinking, Steele.” He turned to the detective. “The building has cameras out front. The car should show up on them at five this morning and you could get the plates and call them in. Then we’ll at least have a name for who he’s with.”
She nodded.
“Do you know why he would leave with this person?”
Steele nodded.
“Someone sent him a text from a fake number. It said they needed to talk. I suppose he found it was someone he knew. And someone he trusted enough to get into the car without saying a word to Paul.”
The detective laughed.
“Arsen should trust no one at this time and no one should trust him, either. The man is now being accused of all three murders and you, my dear girl, are quite the idiot for being alone with him so much. I get it, the man is a God. He has it all. Wealth, the body, the great looks. That hair is something I dream about.”
Steele smiled.
“It’s soft and silky and smells like Heaven. I love tangling my hands up in it when his mouth is making me climax.”
Fontaine’s brows went up high.
“Touché, Miss Gannon!”
“I told you, a hell cat,” Paul said as pink flushed his tanned cheeks.
“Speaking of your sex life with the accused murderer,” Fontaine said with a smile covering her red stained lips. “How rough does it get?”
Steele leaned up and gave the detective a smile. “Oh, it’s hot. But he’s never hurt me.”
“Perhaps you have a higher pain threshold than others,” she said as she uncrossed her legs and leaned back on the sofa.
Steele shook her head.
“Quite the opposite. I have a very low threshold for pain. He’s very gentle with me. He’s the kind of man who finds out what a woman wants and gives it to her. He’s kind of magical that way. Knows what I want before I do.”
“So, you aren’t worried he’s out there right now spanking some helpless female into submission because he can’t do that to you?” she asked. “People like that have needs, Miss Gannon. Maybe you don’t realize that.”
Paul cleared his throat.
“Okay, this is my boss and good friend you’re talking about Detective. I need to remind you Miss Gannon here is a law student and an intern for both Tanner Goldstein and Arsen. She is not to be treated the way you’re treating her.”
Steele smiled at Paul.
“Thank you, Paul.”
The detective’s eyes moved back and forth between the two rapidly.
“Hmm. What about you two? What’s going on here? Why are you two all alone in Arsen’s apartment?”
Paul laughed and shook his head.
“I would never go behind Arsen’s back and go after any women that’s his. It’s a matter of respect. And just so you know. If he is ever put in jail or prison, I will be escorting Miss Gannon to see him and anywhere else she goes. So you will see us together often if that happens. It doesn’t mean we’re fucking each other.”
Steele’s cheeks went pink, and she coughed. Then Paul stood.
“How about some coffee while you wait?”
The detective nodded.
“That would be nice. Thank you.”
The two women eyed one another while Paul left the room. Then Steele said, “Look, you can help here. I need you to understand some things about the man I love and would gladly give my life for. He’s a tortured soul. He doesn’t deserve what’s happening to him.”
“Said every woman involved with a killer ever,” Fontaine said with a sigh. “Poor girl. He did it. He killed those women. Now, I think there is a slight possibility the first one was an accident, but I think the sadistic man inside him liked it. It thrilled him. So he found another woman who liked that kind of stuff and went too far with it again, but this time on purpose. Getting his rocks off to it a second time. Then he knew one more who’d let him do that to her and he did it again.”
Steele shook her head.
“You don’t know him at all. He’s not that way. He has a soft streak. He can be tough and arrogant and even mean sometimes. But he has this soft spot.”
The detective laughed.
“So you think he has a soft spot for you?”
Steele frowned.
“He does. It’s not a thing I particularly like. He was weak when he was younger. Before Anne Sinclair got a hold of him and fucked him up royally. Somehow, with me, he’s going back to that weakness again. I hate I’m doing that to him.”
“Maybe he’s feeling secure for once,” the detective said as she looked around the room.
A fresh bouquet of colorful flowers filled a vase on a small table. It was the only thing soft in the room filled with fine, dark brown, leather furnishings. No other soft touches were in the room. It was entirely masculine.
“Maybe,” Steele agreed. “You know that Sinclair woman told Arsen she had a friend who was interning at the place the women are being autopsied at. She said that friend told her all three women had elevated chemicals in their bodies. She said they had been killed with some drug which is easily hidden in the body. I can’t remember the name of it. But I was wondering if you saw that on the reports.”
“Did she say who the friend is? Because I’ve been down there and there’s only two people who work there and there is no intern.” Fontaine leaned forward and tapped her long fingers on her chin.
“There’s not?” Steele sat up too and Paul came in with a tray of coffees.
“Here we go, ladies.” He sat the tray on the coffee table between them and handed them their cups.
Steele asked, “Paul, you were there when Anne Sinclair and Arsen talked, right?”
He nodded and took his place near the detective again.
“Yeah, why?”
“Tell her what all the old bat said to him.” Steele took her coffee and sat back.
After a lengthy discussion about all Anne had said, the detective was showing signs of having an internal battle with what the truth was.
“There’s a pretty good chance Arsen is being set up.”
Steele made a long sigh and sat up.
“So what are you going to do about this?”
“I think I should go downstairs and talk to the building manager and get the plates off that car if possible. If that’s Anne who he’s with she could be doing something awful to him.” The detective stood and took off to go downstairs. She looked over her shoulder. “I’ll be back. Stay here.”
“Finally,” Steele said. “Maybe the damn police will do something to help Arsen instead of trying so hard to make sure he rots away in jail.” Steele got up. “I’m going to change out of these clothes and into something more comfortable since I’ll be staying here instead of going to classes.”
She left the living room and went to the bedroom. The room she now shared with Arsen. Her body began shaking as she thought about where he might be.
Her mind kept taking her to awful thoughts. Him and Anne in a room somewhere. Anne beating him and fucking him.
Steele fell on the bed and tried hard not to cry. She got up and pulled her skirt off and kicked off the high heels. She unbuttoned her blouse and lay back down in her lacey bra and panty set Arsen had ordered for her.
Arsen had given her a whole new wardrobe. A car was being put together made specifically for her. He was taking care of her much better than she had ever taken care of herself.
Thanks to the way he had taught her to eat and exercise, she was firm and getting more fit each day. If he was going back to that life with Anne, it would devastate her.
Steele ran her hands over her body and imagined it was Arsen who was doing it. The last night he’d made her feel so good. He’d taken a long bath with her, they drank a little wine and then he took her to bed.
Heat had flushed her body with his first touch. His lips pressed against hers and took her away from all thoughts of Gwen. Even though she knew she should only be thinking about her friend and what might be happening to her, Steele wanted to be taken away for a little while.
Arsen could manage to do that with a simple touch. That night his touch was anything but simple as he ran his fingertips over her breasts and stomach. His lips touched her stomach, sending chills all over her.
His dark eyes gazed at her as he said, “One day this flat stomach will be round with our baby, Steele.”
She smiled and recalled the amazing feeling those words gave her. She hadn’t even thought about having kids.
“You want kids, Arsen?”
“With you I do,” he’d said. Soft kisses he made all over her stomach.
Her heart swelled with love for him and she knew he was it for her. No one would ever come close to being what he was to her. He would one day be her husband and the father of her children.
It seemed to be far away in a future which was not entirely certain. The dark cloud of prison constantly hung over the man’s shoulders. Steele shuddered as his lips pressed against her clit.
His teeth took it gently, and she moaned with the sweet feeling it gave her. He made a low growl and bit it a little harder. It sent waves of pleasure through her.
Her hands fisted the sheet beneath her.
“Arsen!”
His tongue flicked at the swelling pearl between his teeth and with every deft flick of his tongue she felt a jolt go through her, straight to a place deep inside her.
She was wetter than she’d ever been and finally she could take it no longer and groaned loudly as her body shook with the climax.
His fingers gripped into her ass and he moved his mouth to taste the juices he’d set free. His name came from her lips over and over as his tongue went in and out of her, making the orgasm go on and on.
Steele ran her hands down to run through his hair. He finally had had enough of her and moved up her body, kissing every inch along the way. Heat filled her as she waited semi-patiently for him to be inside her.
It was amazing when they were joined together like that. Two parts of the same person it seemed. Her body formed around his thick cock as he buried himself into her wet depths.
His breath was warm on her neck as he pushed himself into her.
“I will never get tired of how you feel when I first go into you. Hot, wet, and wonderful. I love you, Baby.”
Somehow every time he told her he loved her it still sent shock waves through her heart. “I love you, Arsen.”
So slowly it almost hurt, he moved inside her. Her stomach clenched with every long, slow stroke. He was making it last this moment with her and she knew it.
It was obvious Arsen was beginning to lose hope he’d get out of the legal mess he was in. He was getting more and more clingy. His hands always on her. As if touching her as much as he could before he was taken away and couldn’t do it anymore.
Even then his fingertips were flowing over her body as he made the slow strokes. His mouth was moving over her throat, teeth grazing her flesh. He was being more gentle than normal, more into the moment than he’d ever been.
Her hands ran over the tight muscles of his back and she found herself needing to feel him like he was feeling her. Making it last, taking him all in.
He could be taken from her at any moment and she was beginning to feel she needed to touch him all she could too. They may only have a small time left before the walls came crumbling down, breaking them in the process.
His hand moved back up her side and he leaned back and looked at her as he took her breast in his hand. His dark eyes were soft and filled with emotion. “You are a rare find, Miss Gannon.”
She smiled and traced his top lip with her finger. “As are you, Mr. Sloan.”
He kissed her fingertip. “I could look at this face forever.”
A tear escaped as she wanted to look at his forever, but she knew it might not happen for them. “With luck, you will.”
He kissed her cheek where the tear had fallen. His lips moved over her cheek as he said, “No tears, Baby. There is only you and me and right now. Let the future go for now. We don’t have any guarantees anyway.”
Her hands ran up to take his cheeks between them. She pulled his mouth to hers and tasted him with a deep kiss. She wanted that kiss to last forever.
Their tongues moved in unison with the others. Making sweet love to each other’s mouths while the bottom part of their bodies did the same. Every part of them seemed to be touching, moving against the others.
Every deep, slow stroke had his body moving slowly over her clit and she was beginning to feel the intensity from it. She arched up to get him to grind into her more.
Little eruptions were beginning to occur inside her. She tried to hold them back, but they just kept going and building until her body was shivering with the need to let it all go.
He pulled his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes.
“Do it, Baby. Come all over me.”
She grabbed his biceps and held them as she did as he told her. He kept moving slowly inside her, making it go on and on. He stopped and let her catch her breath. Then started up again.
With a smile he said, “How many times you want to come for me tonight?”
Her hand moved over his meticulously kept beard. “As many times as you want me to.”
He kissed her again, soft and slow like a fine wine, he was taking his sweet time with her. She felt adored by him.
A knock came at the bedroom door, taking her out of her memory and she sat up. “I’ll be out in a minute. Nearly done changing.”
She shook her head and climbed off the big bed she shared with Arsen. She looked back at it and found a tear rolling down her cheek.
If he was with someone else, she would never trust a man again. If a man could be that sweet, intimate, and loving, and still mess around, then she wanted no part of them.