“Funny, both your agent and your publisher said you would cooperate fully with the FBI’s investigation as well as assist the agent assigned to you for protective detail,” he told me matter-of-factly, making my blood boil.
If my publisher and agent had already agreed, it left me with very little choice but to work with him and the rest of the Mayberry task force; he had me over a barrel and he knew it.
I plopped back down into the chair, crossing my arms again in a distinct pout. “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath.
“Tut tut, Ms. Hyatt… watch that temper, young lady. Naughty little girls using bad language might find their mouths washed out with soap or worse,” the big agent said in a dark silky tone that sent a shiver up my spine and caused a pool of moisture between my thighs.
I wasn’t sure what was worse, the thought of him looking at my chat logs or the way my body responded to his authoritative persona.
Shit! I thought as I threw myself backward against the chair with a mulish expression. That was all I needed to put the icing on the cake of this shitty day!
Chapter Sixteen
“A real woman can do it all by herself, but a real man won’t let her.”—Anonymous
I made Mona take me back to her place. If she had been in contact with this freak, I was going to get to the bottom of this. Speaking of bottoms, I couldn’t help but keep noticing hers. Between that and her smart mouth, this girl was cruising to Spanking Street before she even knew it.
However, there was something about this tart little minx that was awakening something inside me that I hadn’t felt since my time with Mindy. Mona was beautiful; defiant, even. There was something about her that screamed she needed a strong man if her life to show her the proper amount of discipline. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt as if that man could be me.
No, she was under FBI protection. I couldn’t cross that line, could I?
She unlocked her door before shooting me an evil look. “Do not mess anything up in here, understand?”
“I will do what I must.” I didn’t really need to search anything, but I enjoyed giving her a little of her attitude right back. “This is an ongoing FBI investigation. Unfortunately that means everything in here could potentially be evidence.”
Her face turned red and her fists started shaking. “That is complete bullshit!” she yelled. “Ughhh, I can’t even tell you how big a jerk you are!”
I had an idea on how to take care of the frustration; it wasn’t the time, unfortunately. We needed to get the serial killer and there was evidence to comb through. “Please, take me to your computer and turn it on.”
“Dick,” Mona said under her breath.
I caught her firmly by the arm and turned her to face me. “That’s Special Agent Dick to you, young lady, and if you know what’s good for you, you will take your sweet little ass over there and do exactly as you’re told. I’ve about had enough of the attitude.”
There was no hiding the shudder that ran through her body at my words, but she clearly decided to brazen it out by lifting her haughty little nose in the air and moving to her desk.
She plopped down in her seat and booted up the computer, and typed in her password very quickly, as if afraid I was going to steal it. When she was logged in, she pulled up her messenger, the one she had with Deacon. “I believe this is all you need, Agent Jackson,” she said with sarcasm.
“We’ll start with this and see where it takes us.”
“Asshole,” she huffed as she started to walk out of the room, leaving me to deal with these messages. I caught her arm before she could and landed a zinger on her ass before leading her to the corner. “You can stand right here while I examine your messenger account.”
“You can’t make me stand in the corner!” Mona protested, though her eyes skirted away from mine nervously as she licked her lips.
I leaned down until we were almost nose to nose. “I warned you where your attitude was headed, young lady. Now I suggest you turn around and plant your nose in that corner, unless of course you need me to paddle that sweet little ass of yours first?” I asked.
I was almost disappointed when she spun around and pressed her nose into the corner, but there would be time to play the taming of the shrew later; now I had work to do.
I sat down at the computer to study the chat with Deacon she’d so helpfully pulled up. His messages started off innocently enough before taking a turn toward the angry. He called her a whore and said he’d punish her. Yep, poor Ms. Hyatt was into something very dangerous.
It was time to see if we could run another trace on these messages. This weirdo had to have a base of operations. Pulling out my phone, I dialed Evans. He picked up right away, “What is it, Leo?”
“Can you remote into Ms. Hyatt’s computer? I have her messages with this Deacon up. I was hoping you could maybe trace them.”
“Why is the FBI remote accessing my computer?” an angry voice shouted from the corner.
“Just ignore her,” I advised Evans. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
“I’m in.” The mouse moved on its own as Evans began his work. He clicked on a number of applications, hoping to potentially break into a code that would lead us to another IP address to trace. He worked for about thirty minutes before returning to the line. “Bad news, Leo. This guy’s IP address is a clone. This Deacon name, I think it might just be a pen name he uses to mess with his victims.”
I slammed my fist onto the table. “Damnit! This guy pisses me off.”
“He pisses me off too, boss.”
I sat there frustrated, looking at the computer screen. I couldn’t believe we were here and yet nothing was to be gained. “This can’t be the end, Evans,” I said.
“Leo.” His voice perked up. “Pull up the conversation labeled Tom. There’s something off about that one.”
I went back into the chat menu and two conversations down, behind one named Gregor, was a guy named Tom. When I opened it, I couldn’t believe some of the stuff that I was reading. “Evans, I don’t think this is meant for anyone else’s eyes.”
He snickered into my ear, probably because the conversation was talking about a long, thick hairbrush. “What’s weird about this chat is the IP address is listed in Azerbaijan but the guy’s speech pattern is definitely American.”
“How can you be so sure?” I asked.
“Look three conversations down—Gursewak Sighn.” I did as he asked. “Look at how that guy talks.”
The message was clearly off:
Gursewak: Hello my beautiful darling princess.
Gursewak: You are so beautiful. Marry me please
“See how that guy just comes across as a bit off? Yeah, Tom doesn’t have those patterns. He’s pinging his IP address all over the world, I’m guessing.”
“What do we need to do to catch the bastard?”
There was a lot of typing on the other end. “If we can get Mona to—” He stopped talking. “Wait a minute, Leo. Someone is remote accessing her webcam!”
I jumped up, not knowing what good that would do me. A second later, the Tom message popped up as active.
Tom: Who is this man? Mona, you naughty slut!
“Evans, are you getting this?”
“On the trace now!” We were on the clock. If we were going to catch this guy… “Damnit, he got spooked and immediately disconnected. He’s gone.”
For the second time today, we were outplayed by this guy. All I could do was sit back down and run my hand through my hair, defeated. Before I hung up, I said, “Leave this line to her computer open. I think I have an idea. I just need to do some convincing.”
“Got it.”
With Evans all set, it was time to see if I could bait the hook. “I know you’re still eavesdropping, Ms. Hyatt.”
She stormed right back over, leaving her corner without me telling her she was allowed to. “You can drop the Ms. Hyatt bullshit. My name is Mona.”
“All right, Mona, get your butt ba
ck to the corner. I did not release you.” I said, keeping my features implacable though I was highly amused by the way she gaped at me.
“You… you can’t just… I…” Mona stammered.
“One…” I said without a trace a smile.
“I…” she said.
“Two…”
“You can’t…” Her voice trailed off nervously as she looked anywhere but in my eyes.
“Three…” I said, putting a little bite in the word and she flushed and rushed back to plant her nose where it belonged. I nodded, quite satisfied with the direction our interactions were headed. Mona was hungry… hungry for a man to take control but also for some loving attention that was not going to be found playing games online. She needed a man to step in and show her the reality behind all of her fantasies and I was beginning to think I was the perfect man for the job.
While Evans worked the tech angle, I decided I had a little time to work the Mona angle. Tomorrow would be soon enough to talk to her about baiting the hook. Tom had run away for the moment anyway, but he’d be back.
I sat back down at her computer to read some more of her logs; it was time to find out everything that made my little author tick. I chuckled to myself—yes, it appeared I could cross that line. Mona needed me and I would give her everything she wanted.
Chapter Seventeen
Excerpt from Under His Hands by Mona Hyatt:
“You’d best put your naughty nose in the corner. If I have to put you there it will be with a very sore bottom indeed,” he told her.
“But Sir,” she whined.
“Do you need a sore bottom to mind?” he asked implacably.
“No, Sir,” she whispered before going to the indicated corner and facing it with a heaving sigh. She wished she could pretend his highhanded treatment didn’t have her panties sopping wet.
I stood there, shocked he’d put me in the corner to begin with but even more shocked I was standing there with my nose firmly against it. I was so wet I could feel it literally dripping down my thighs. What was it about this man?
A hand crept back to touch the place on my left butt cheek where I could practically feel his handprint throbbing. That one swat was more intense than any cyber spanking I’d ever given myself. How would a full-blown spanking from Leo feel?
I blushed, embarrassed to be thinking about it when he was undoubtedly reading all my interactions with the men I met on Facebook and thinking I was a dirty little cyber slut. It was mortifying, embarrassing beyond belief. It was one thing to write dirty stories and have cybersex with online doms; I’d certainly never believed anyone would read my logs. Much less a dominant man I was finding increasingly attractive despite my misgivings.
How long had I been standing here now? I’d lost complete track of time in my musings.
“My, my, my… someone has been a very naughty girl indeed,” a dark voice spoke from almost immediately behind me.
I jumped; I hadn’t heard him approach. I felt a flush filling my face at his words.
Then he moved in closer and I felt his breath on the back of my neck as one hand came to rest directly on the spot throbbing from that one swat earlier. I couldn’t suppress my shudder.
“I think you need a good spanking, don’t you, young lady?” he asked against my ear.
I closed my eyes as another gush of wet heat filled my panties, my heart rate increased, and I found myself leaning back on him, relishing the contact of his hard body against my softer one. “Yes, Sir.”
Though I knew this was madness—I barely knew this man—he could give me a real spanking and the man flipped my ‘man switch’ in a big way. No way was I missing this opportunity.
Leo turned me to face him, a firm finger beneath my chin lifting my eyes to his. “Do you understand what is about to happen if you submit to me?”
I felt my face heat even further but I pushed the words out in a rush of air. “You’re going to spank me.”
“How do naughty girls get spanked, Mona?” Leo asked as he pushed the hair out of my face to tuck it gently behind my ear.
I gave a shivery sigh as I answered in a breathless voice I barely recognized as my own, “On their bare bottoms.”
He smiled down at me. “That’s right, they get spanked on their bare bottoms.” Then he led me to the couch and sat down in the middle of it before lifting my skirt and pulling me down over his lap.
I moaned softly as his hands rubbed over the outside of my panties before tugging them down as I lifted my hips obligingly. Then he tsked at me, “You are a naughty one; your panties are soaking wet.”
I buried my face in the couch cushions, mortified by his observation and wondering what he thought about my rather large jiggly butt. Then I jerked with a gasp as the first hard swat fell. Leo wasn’t pulling any punches as he delivered slap after slap to my quivering bottom. “Do you have any idea how dangerous the games you’ve been playing are?”
“I didn’t know! Ouuuch! I’m sorry I didn’t know there was a serial killer stalking Facebook!” I tried to defend myself as the stinging heat in my backside grew more and more uncomfortable. “Oooowww! Owww! I’m sorrreee!”
I wriggled my bottom in a desperate attempt to evade his punishing palm; this was far different from the spankings I’d given myself. I had been totally deluded to think they’d been anything close to the real deal.
“You don’t know who any of these men are, any one of them could be dangerous,” Leo said sternly as he increased the speed and strength in each swat now concentrating on my sit spots as I helplessly tried to rock my hips away from his hard hand.
“I’m sorrreeee! Owwww! Please, not in the same place! Nooo! Not there again, ooooowww! Leo, it hurts!” I cried, somewhat embarrassed to be wimping out but there it was.
“I intended for it to hurt. Didn’t I tell you naughty girls end up with very sore backsides?” he asked.
“Yes!” I wailed. “It’s sore, I promise!”
Leo stopped talking and just continued his assault on the tender under curve of my derriere until I was actually crying real tears and apologizing for being so foolish. I sobbed over his lap, not noticing immediately when the spanking stopped and he was just rubbing my throbbing ass.
“Shhhh… it’s okay, baby. I think you learned a valuable lesson, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir! I promise I won’t do it again,” I promised fervently.
“No, you won’t,” he told me decisively.
I sighed in pleasure as he continued to rub my beleaguered bottom then gave a surprised squeak when his fingers slid down the cleft of my ass and into the wetness waiting between my thighs.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Is this for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said breathlessly as two fingers slid deep inside my needy channel while his thumb began to rub my clit in a circular motion. The sensation of his fingers moving inside me combined with my hot sore bottom was exquisite. I knew I should protest his familiarity but he was giving me something I’d craved and never before been able to attain—true submission to a real dominant.
“You took your punishment so well I think you deserve a reward,” Leo said almost conspiratorially.
I gasped, rocking my hips back to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Ohhhooo… yes, please… I’ll be so good.”
He gave a deep chuckle as he worked my needy slit hard and fast. “Well, that remains to be seen but for now you get a reward.”
I felt the strongest climax I’d ever experienced building as he worked my hungry sheath and throbbing clit without mercy. The heat and soreness in my ass blended together with the pleasure until my back bowed and my body clamped down hard on his fingers as I cried out, “Yes! Leo!!!”
I shuddered helplessly over his thighs, my body milking his fingers as he continued to stroke my clit and thrust in and out as if to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from me.
Leo held me in place a moment after withdrawing his fingers from my body, softly petting my sore
bottom as I came down from the orgasm. “Good girl.”
Everything inside me melted at his words, the huskiness in his voice combined with the very stiff erection against my hips letting me know he was not unaffected by what we’d just shared.
When Leo lifted me to my feet in front of him and smoothed my dress down over my hot ass, I looked at him in confusion.
“I think one lesson will do for tonight,” he told me as he got to his feet to give me a hug and kissed my forehead. “Goodnight, Mona.”
I blinked up at him. “But…”
“You are not in control, young lady. Goodnight,” he said firmly, jerking his head toward my bedroom.
“Yes, Sir,” I said softly, shocked at my compliance and I found myself hurrying to my cold lonely bed, where I cried myself to sleep. I was confused by the scary feelings Leo had stirred in my breast. He was here to find a serial killer… to protect me… not involve himself in my life in more than a transient way. I needed to remember that or I’d end up gutted.
Chapter Eighteen
“The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs.”
He was alone… his reflection ever silent… he hated the silence when his reflection refused to acknowledge him as if he were being punished for long forgotten sins. So many times he begged for mercy from the way the silence screeched at his soul… the sounds tearing at him until he couldn’t breathe.
Silence was the only sound he couldn’t bear. It magnified his solitude… echoing throughout the house… his reflection looked back at him mockingly, making the silence grow until he screamed.
“Why? What did I do to you to deserve this treatment!” he screamed and threw a lamp at the mirror, shattering it all around him in his rage. A whimper escaped him… he was immediately contrite; his reflection would be so angry.
Looking nervously around, he dried his tears and hurried for the broom and dustpan. Every time he passed his reflection he pretended not to notice, hoping to prevent a fight. Surely if he cleaned it up the reflection would be appeased.
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