In His Custody

by Morganna Williams

  Quickly cleaning up his mess—his bad, bad luck—he put it away in the dust bin like it never happened then pulled his dolls and their chairs up next to him so he didn’t feel so deserted. Together they watched the computer monitors. Sometimes watching them calmed him.

  There was Mona in one section of the divided screen, frowning at her computer, her lovely gray eyes thoughtful. Then Monica, a previous favorite, in another section doing some sort of strange chant with a crystal pressed to her forehead. Of course the Mindy section was now blank… in a way he was saddened but then he smiled down at his newest doll and her misty gray eyes that would never again close.

  Yes, they were all here… his dolls… his future dolls… his family.

  He frowned when a man filled Mona’s screen. Who was he? He continued to watch the man who seemed to be concentrating on whatever he was reading. Mona was no longer in sight.

  When the man stepped back from the computer to sit down on the couch now in view of the computer screen, Mona came to stand next to him fidgeting like a child being called to task. As he watched, the man worked up her skirt and pulled her face down over his lap.

  “No! She doesn’t belong to you!” he screamed at the computer screen.

  He watched part in angry horror and part fascination as the man began to spank her until her bottom was a bright red, then the little whore spread her thighs.

  “I will make you pay, slut!” he yelled as the man pumped his fingers in and out of Mona while she wailed her pleasure.

  “Yes, she will pay. Leo Jackson will pay too; don’t worry, we will take care of both of them and make them sorry they were ever born.” He looked up at his reflection when he heard his words, gratified to see his own rage reflected in the mirror’s gaze.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Murder is not about lust and it’s not about violence. It’s about possession.”—Ted Bundy

  There was definitely a change in the tenor of the room today than there had been last night. Mona seemed a bit more… docile? Or maybe that was my imagination. Had the spanking I’d given her taken all the fire out of her? I liked the challenge, I didn’t want her to lose that.

  Then, like a meteor it came back. “Just who the hell do you think you are, eating my food and drinking my beer?”

  I sighed to myself. I asked for this after all. “Considering you asked me to come back over and had this out, I just assumed—”

  “Assuming makes an ass out of you and me.”

  “As I said, I just assumed that it was for us.”

  She crossed her arms and pouted. “Well, it is.”

  “Why are you making this so difficult?” Was she eager for some more discipline? I stood up, stretching out to my full height.

  “I’m not making this difficult at all. I’m testing you, to see if you’re really the guy for the job.”

  “Considering this is my case, I am the guy for the job.”

  Yep, I was back at Mona’s hoping to make contact with the cybersex pervert, Tom. I’d only been here for a little bit and here we were. “What?” she said, as I looked at her. “Just eat the damn pizza already.”

  Between the awkward silence while we ate the pizza and I drank the free beer, the anticipation about getting Tom back online was starting to wear thin on me. Looking at my watch, it read nine-thirty. Mona had just checked the chat and there was nothing. Maybe seeing me spooked him. “It looks like this will be a wasted night.”

  “Don’t say that, Special Agent Dick,” Mona scolded me. She’d lightened up a bit around me. “Tom will come back, he always does.”

  I guess I just didn’t get the whole virtual thing. Saying things to another person over a computer, man, that didn’t jive. I wanted to see the woman I was about to pleasure, to feel her curves under my hand. Just typing it out and having her play with herself on the other end wasn’t for me.

  Speaking of playing, her use of the name Dick made me twitch a bit. It was clear as day she was flirting with me, subtly teasing me with coy words. I’d play along with her.

  “Mona,” I said with a bit of a grin. “I have an idea but you’re not going to like it.”

  “Try me,” she countered.

  “I want to use you as bait. Think you can lure our target out if we put you on the computer?”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Which target are you talking about?”

  “His name is Tom.”

  “What the hell does Tom have to do with this? He’s harmless!” Her finger jabbed me in the nose. “We’re after the freak Deacon!”

  I had to explain to her what we found out the previous night. I had a hunch he was actually the guy behind everything, especially the way he reacted when he saw me on the webcam. “Tom’s not who you think he is,” I pleaded with her, trying to get her to calm down. “The Deacon message—that is a cloned IP address. We think the real killer just used that one to mess with you.” At least that was my working theory. “We think he’s really this Tom guy, luring you into a sense of security with him.”

  She was breathing heavily, her ample chest rocking up and down with each passed breath. “Well, go catch him and get this over with.” She made a shooing gesture with her hand like she wanted me to get going, or something.

  “It’s not that easy, I explained.” Then I told her what we needed to do. Bad idea.

  After about twenty minutes of yelling at me for wanting to put her in the crosshairs of a serial killer, she began to calm down, or calm down in her own hysterical way. “No,” she flat out refused. “Isn’t it the FBI’s job to catch these perverts? Leave me out of it.”

  “Ms. Hyatt,” ignoring her request to use Mona, “if I have to, I can go to the local courts and get a subpoena enforcing you to help us. I really don’t want to do that, but please don’t force my hand.”

  She crossed her arms, looking rather vexed about the situation. “Why can’t you or one of your suits just pretend to be me? That seems more logical.”

  “He’ll know.” I said that with absolute certainty. “A guy like this, he knows his marks inside and out. If someone pretends to be you, it’ll be game over. The next time we have contact with him will be when he tries to kill you.”

  That’s the moment it finally sank in. “You are one hundred percent sure he’ll try to kill me?”

  “One hundred.”

  She sank into her couch, those gray eyes showing fear. “I don’t want to die.”

  “And we don’t want you to, either. That’s why we need you to lure him out, Mona,” I said, using her first name as an olive branch. She took it.

  “Okay,” she said somberly.

  Mona went over to her computer with me following. When she sat down and opened her messenger, all of her over the top messages popped up. She quickly opened Tom’s, but I’d seen a few before she could. All of them were pretty close to the same. Lots of dirty talk, men telling Mona what they wanted her to do for their sick pleasure.

  “I see you judging me,” she said quietly.

  “What’re you talking about?”

  She pointed to the screen. “The way I talk with my… friends. There’s nothing wrong with it,” she declared. There was a hint of defense to her voice. “It’s quite normal for two adults to enjoy each other’s company without being together.”

  “If you say so.” I didn’t want to have a philosophical conversation about cybersex. “How long will this take to lure him out?”

  No sooner did I bitch, showing off my impatience, then a message came across from Tom. “All you need is a little self-restraint, Dick.”

  Ughh, the way she said that. This was getting a bit out of control. Deep breaths, Leo, I reminded myself. We were on the job. I ducked out of position in case he turned on the webcam again.

  “Pretend like I’m not here!” I yelled over. The last thing we needed was for Tom to become a ghost we never heard from, until the next body showed up.

  Mona did as she was told and faced the computer screen. I dialed in Evans and he p
icked up on the second ring. “He made contact?”

  “Just did; Mona is engaging.”

  There was two clicks and a triumphant, “I’m in,” from Evans. “Okay, we need her to keep him occupied for as long as possible. If this guy’s as good as we think he is, the trace will take some time.”

  Mona was typing away, her face scrunched up rather cutely as she was concentrating on what to write. I could tell she was a bit nervous, knowing a potential serial killer was on the other end, but I think she was also embarrassed by having me in the room. Unfortunately, that was the name of the game. I wasn’t about to leave her, so she’d just have to deal with it.

  Tom must’ve typed in something really racy as Mona squeaked, “Oh, my!”

  I looked over, trying to see if everything was okay, but she didn’t look back. I was nervous for her. “How’s the trace coming, Evans?”

  “I know you’re used to doing this sort of thing, but as you know it takes time. We haven’t even been on the phone two minutes yet.”

  I sighed heavily. “I know—you’re right.” I remembered a quote my mom used to tell me as a child; a watched pot doesn’t boil. Sitting here wasn’t going to do me any good. Off the living room area was a small nook. I could make it there without getting into the computer’s line of sight, so that’s where I went. I had my tablet with me and it contained a lot of my case notes. Right now was the perfect time to review them, just in case.

  As the minutes passed, I got lost in a sea of notes I’d taken, trying to put all the puzzle pieces together. Every so often I’d look over at Mona to make sure she was okay and she seemed to be holding up as well as one could, especially talking to a potential serial killer. She was shifting in her seat every so often, something I took as a nervous twitch. I hoped that our mysterious Tom hadn’t picked up on it.

  “Leo!” a voice cried out in my ear. “We got him!”

  “Evans, are you sure?” Those three words changed my entire outlook on this case and everything that happened.

  I heard clapping in the background from the agents who were at the field office with him. “We tracked his location to a city about twenty miles south of where you’re currently at—Lake Buena Vista.”

  “Great work, team.” I couldn’t believe we nailed this son of a bitch. “Send me an address and get the local police department up to speed. We go after him, tonight if the locals agree.”

  Evans replied an affirmative. “I’ll call you once everything is set up so you can lead the sting.”

  It was time to get Mona off the chat, discreetly.

  She was typing away, so I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote, “Disconnect,” on it and rolled it over. The ball hit her foot and she excused herself for a moment. Once she uncrumpled it, she sat back up and furiously typed away a quick message before shutting her computer completely down.

  She slid back in her chair. “God, that was intense.”

  “Speaking of intense, I gathered those were some very racy messages you two were exchanging.”

  Mona’s eyes narrowed at me. “Don’t you get all judge-y on me, Mr. FBI agent man.” She was just starting to get riled up. “I did exactly what you asked; I engaged and kept him interested until your nerd on the other end could track him. So what if I used my ability to write good sex?”

  “I didn’t say anything, just making an observation.”

  “Fine, I don’t want any more of your observations. I want you to keep me alive and to catch this perv. Other than that…” She was grabbing her coat as she laid into me.

  I put my hand up. “Where do you think you’re going? It’s late and this Tom guy probably knows we’re on to him.”

  “I want a cup of coffee, damnit.”

  The mouth on her—she was about to get herself into some serious trouble. “I can’t let you do that.”

  “Oh, and why not?” she challenged.

  “My first priority, little girl is keeping you alive.” I never hoped for a call to come in so bad. The minute Evans said everything was set, I was out of here.

  She grabbed my hand. “Fine, there’s a place within walking distance. If you have to leave, I’m sure one of your goons can keep watch until you return.”

  Without even getting my permission, she pulled me out the door and into the inviting Orlando evening. Someone, and I wouldn’t name names, was about to learn a very important lesson about who was in command and who was the submissive. And I wasn’t the submissive type.

  Chapter Twenty

  “Behind every masturbation is a successful imagination.”—Anonymous

  The bad news hit the moment we reached the intersection before the coffee shop. Evans called to tell me that LBV PD was a bit too aggressive and two beat cops went off the reservation. They spooked our guy and he was a ghost. I almost tossed my phone onto the sidewalk before calming down.

  “What’s wrong?” Mona asked nervously.

  My face had to be beet red. “Our suspect, Tom, is gone. A few overzealous rookies heard the call and went in after him, trying to play hero. Sorry,” I added, “it looks like tonight’s events were for nothing.”

  I could see she was scared but kept a pretty straight face, otherwise. “You’re still taking me for coffee.”

  “Is that a demand, young lady?”

  “Yes.” She stated it simply, with a surge of aggression. Apparently Miss Hyatt had yet to learn her lesson.

  After we crossed the street, there was a narrow alleyway in between us and the coffee shop. As we passed, I took her arm and led her down a ways, just a bit out of view of the street. “You’re a challenging one, Mona.”

  “Special Agent Dick,” she responded, minx-like. “Are you going to have your way with me here, in this alley?”

  “No.” It was time for another lesson. “It seems like your first lesson wasn’t enough. Go to the corner,” I ordered her.

  Her smile began to vanish. “What are you planning to do to me?”

  “Nothing.” I crossed my arms and stared at her. “You’re going to pleasure yourself, right here in front of me.”

  She took a step back. “I’m what?” she asked. The outrage was building. “If you think—”

  “I do think. Drop your panties, Mona.”

  The emphasis on her name caused her to instinctively do as I said. “Leo,” she murmured. “This is so wrong.”

  “Is it?” She must not have thought it was too wrong. Her fingers were circling the outside of her vaginal lips. “You seem to be eager to please me, do as I say.”

  The finger began to slide into her pussy, slowly. “I don’t know why I’m doing this…” It wasn’t a question to me, more to herself.

  “Because you can’t say no to your dominant; that would be me.” I pointed helpfully at myself.

  “No,” she said in hushed tones. “I refuse to believe someone as arrogant, aloof as you would be the one for me.”

  “Stick your finger in deeper.” She couldn’t resist doing exactly as I said. A whimper followed, one that told me she was enjoying this, despite what she claimed. “A second finger would be nice, as well.”

  Her middle finger joined her index finger and the two of them moved in harmony, sliding in and out. Mona closed her eyes, as the moment was beginning to overtake her. The humid Orlando night and the thought of anyone else walking down this alley was making me quite hard. As I was watching Mona, the rebellious author who continually fought back against me, seeing her struggle hard to resist the temptation of pleasuring herself was intoxicating.

  I hadn’t had feelings like this since Mindy. What was it about ladies this psycho was targeting that hit a note with my heart? First there was Agent Perez, of course Mindy, and now Mona. Did I share a trait with the killer? Or was I the common factor—I was the one putting people in harm’s way? That was impossible, I told myself. Before this case, I was a nobody in D.C., just another computer nerd in the FBI farm.

  Her fingers began to speed up. “This is a marathon, not a sprint,” I ch
astised. “Slow down, enjoy the moment.”

  With her eyes still closed, she gasped. “What if someone catches us… me! My panties are around my ankles and my fingers are buried inside of me.”

  Just the way I liked her. The fire I had from the moment I saw her erupted again watching my erotic author finger herself in such a public place. I loved seeing her please herself, but at the same time tease herself as I wouldn’t let her go any faster. She was so torn over what she was doing out in the open, for anyone to see! It was such an incredible turn-on. Her hard nipples were close to bursting out of her thin top.

  “Keep going. I’m a federal agent, mind you. If someone comes down here, I will handle it.”

  People walked by along the main street, but no one turned their attention down here. We were having our own private moment, just us. Mona had done as I told her, she slowed down. What she didn’t realize was that the longer, slower movements would actually bring on the orgasm faster, stronger. I could see her body was preparing it. Her breasts were pushing against her shirt, her lip was under her front teeth. She wanted nothing more than to orgasm—for me.

  When her knees buckled, I relented. “Finish for me, Mona. Tell me who you’re finishing for.”

  The moment I gave her the okay, her fingers went crazy. It wasn’t long before her mouth parted, forming a perfect O. “Leo,” she panted. “God help me, I’m coming for Leo!” She used Leo and not Special Agent Dick. I liked that.

  I couldn’t help but notice that even in her moment of complete bliss, she was defiant. Her eyes told the story of a woman who wanted nothing more than to give me back what I was giving her. I was going to have to tame this little minx, one way or another. There was just something about her that made me want to take the challenge.

  As she came right there, just a few hundred feet from the bustling streets in downtown Orlando, my disappointment over losing Tom tonight lessened. Don’t get me wrong, I was still pissed, but I was with Mona. She was safe today. She was with me, her quivering pussy exposed just for me.