by Sonya Jesus
“No, I don’t think so either.” Her eyes glance up at me, and for some reason I feel she doesn’t want me to leave either.
I knew it couldn’t just be me.
“Excuse me. Am I interrupting something?”
My head jolts up recognizing her voice immediately. I stand upright, feeling like she has just caught me cheating. I smile at her trying to play it off as she stares daggers through Melody. I’m not sure why that pisses me off, but I don’t like Jennifer trying to intimidate Melody like that.
“I was helping her to her desk, Jennifer. What are you doing here?” I ask, diverting her attention away from Melody.
“Is there some place we can talk?” she asks.
“Sure, outside is as good a place as any.” I escort her out annoyed that she thinks she already has a claim over me.
I’m glad we won’t be taking this any further.
She taunts Melody with one last look before I place my hand on her lower back and guide her from the building. I smile at Melody who doesn’t look as if she’s phased one bit by Jennifer’s display of ownership.
Once we’re out of the building, I step in front of her abruptly, making her stumble back. “What are you doing here?” I ask firmly, being sure to stand over her dominantly.
She cowers. “My brother told me he came to your house this morning.”
“He sure did. What the fuck, Jennifer?” I shout as if I’m really upset about Dominic’s impromptu visit.
“I tried to tell you last night-.“
“The hell you did! I had no idea what you were talking about, and you should’ve just told me!”
“You’re right…I’m sorry.” She glances up at me through her lashes, and I can see that she knows I’m about to dismiss her…but I just don’t want to hurt her feelings. Not right now anyway…in public.
What’s happening to me?
I’m falling for a woman I don’t know…ready to bare my soul to her and shit…what the fuck?! And now, I don’t want to hurt a chick’s feelings. This isn’t me.
“Listen, I’ll talk to you later,” I say before kissing her on the forehead and walking away. I don’t turn back.
Why did I kiss her? That’s some misleading shit.
As I walk back in, I see Melody purposefully keeping her head down, as if she’s avoiding eye contact. I’m not sure if it’s because of that whole Jennifer scene or because of that ‘kiss me right now’ look she gave me before we were so rudely interrupted. I decide to give her some breathing space momentarily, but only to speak to McCollum about my morning visitor. Giving a woman too much space gives her time to think, and I don’t need her reflecting and making decisions before she even gives me a chance.
Like I really deserve one.
I stroll down the hall to his office quickly, anxious to move on to the next stage of this case. Through the glass doors, I can see McCollum sitting at his desk on the phone with his feet up. Seems like a casual conversation, so I knock and wait for him to wave me in. He sits up quickly and rushes off the phone as I stand in front of his desk. I notice he’s much more dressed down today, in blue jeans and a nice white and blue striped shirt, with matching tie.
“Lyndsey, how’s it going?” he asks with a smile, extending his hand.
I shake his hand and take a seat in one of the chairs facing his desk, as he walks around to sit in the other. He casually crosses his leg, and faces me in sort of a thinking man’s pose. “Anything to report?”
“Yes, actually. Dominic showed up at my house this morning,” I gloat, excited that this investigation may progress much further than anticipated.
He sits up at attention. “Seriously…already?” He chuckles. “You must’ve made quite the impression on his sister. He’s very protective over her…just as her father was. Too much so in my opinion.”
“Yeah, I got that when he recited everything about me written in that dossier. I’m glad the captain made sure my info was legit.” I laugh nervously.
Shit! What if something wouldn’t have checked out? I could be dead right now! I’m not sure why that’s just hitting me.
“Oh, there’s no way Richards would have let you do this if he wasn’t confident about that. I was just talking to him actually. He was checking in.”
“Should we call him back?”
“No!” he almost shouts. “Nah…you check in soon, but I’ll let him know what you tell me.” He sits back in his chair waiting for me to recount my morning.
There’s something going on with them two. I still have to trust McCollum for now, however. Instead of telling him, I just pull out my phone and play the recording.
“Be careful with that...you got away with it this time, but maybe not next time,” he adds before hearing Dominic’s voice on the recording.
I watch him as he listens. Turns out recording him, even though dangerous, was a good idea because McCollum wouldn’t miss a word that was said. Maybe he’ll pick up on something that I missed. I do want to know just how far he’s in it with Dominic since I was told to ask McCollum about Dominic. Maybe Dominic helped him start this business somehow? They always say, for some reason, corruption and construction is one in the same. However, I don’t get that from McCollum. Even though, he himself admitted to being in bed with Dominic somehow, I just don’t see it being by his own free will.
“Okay, so you have to let Jennifer loose,” he says.
I drop my head. “I’m not sure that’s going to be as easy as it sounds.”
McCollum stands. “Do what you have to. Dominic is the objective here.”
“I know. I just know there will be a consequence for this…she seems possessive.”
He laughs. “You got all that from last night?”
“This morning.”
He tilts his head curiously, “I don’t even want to know. Just deal with it.”
He’s right. I’m not sure why I feel the urge to coddle her, but I have a task and she’s no longer a part of it.
“I’ll take care of it,” I affirm. Then, stand to leave and head straight for Melody’s desk. She isn’t there. That would just be too easy. Besides, I have enough to think about than the added confusion of my captivator, Melody.
I’m not sure how I will handle this, but I’m definitely ending things with Jennifer tonight, so I can move up with Dominic. I just need to figure out what he’s got planned and get in close enough for him to share his operations with me. Something tells me I need to get him to trust me further, and sooner rather than later. I have a hunch he’s ready to move on to the next phase of whatever his plan is.
The rest of the day, I sit in my office to further research the Little family. I make my way back through the generations until now, to see what their criminalities were. One thing that caught my attention, was something Dominic’s father said in a prison interview after his Embezzlement conviction. He had every intention of getting into politics. But he meant, he himself, not corrupting a sucker that he can control in the government. I almost fell out of my seat laughing.
John Little for Governor. Was he fucking serious?
I hope that’s not what Dominic’s planning, that would be just craziness. There’s no way he could run because, from what we know but can’t prove, he’s committed nineteen murders by his hands alone. Doesn’t seem like someone that can handle conflict resolution well.
His sister on the other hand…that would make perfect sense. However, I get the feeling she doesn’t want anything to do with her family business. She seemed totally embarrassed by it.
That leaves their brother, Nicolai. There’s no corruption that can be pinned on him. However, I know he’s does whatever Dominic requests. They are always together and quite honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t show up at my apartment with his brother. With that said, I begin to research Nicolai. With him being married and starting a family, he seems like the most likely candidate. I need to get ahead of this.
Just then, someone knocks on my slightly ajar door.
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nbsp; “Yeah?” I say, staring at the computer.
“I brought you lunch. It’s already almost three,” Melody says, standing in my doorway and holding a bag of food.
I stand abruptly as if she just caught me watching porn. “Hey! Ummm…come in.” I stammer over to her, almost tripping over my feet.
What the fuck, man? Get it together, Lyndsey.
“I thought I’d join you.” She places the bag on my desk, and then begins to pull out what looks to be sandwiches. “They’re Chicken Caesar Wraps from the deli up the street.”
“Thanks for thinking of me.” I tower over her a tad too close.
She looks up smiling with a glimmer of innocence in her eyes. Her lips are slightly parted and look appetizingly soft. But I fight my urge to shove her against the wall. Although, I can’t escape the feeling that she would like me to do that.
“Shall we?” She sits in one of my chairs and unravels the wrap.
I sit and do the same, but sneak a peak of her taking small birdlike bites. The way she eats is even cute. She’s going to have to get out of my office. I try to eat the sandwich quickly without looking like a total slob. “That was pretty good.”
“I’m glad you liked it. You don’t seem like the type to eat healthy.” She giggles.
That has to be the sweetest sound ever. “You’d be right about that,” I say, getting up to gather our trash.
“Oh, I’ll do that.” She tries to take the garbage from me, but ends up letting her hand fall on mine. Her touch resonates through me, as if she’s touching me everywhere.
I look down at her as she smirks at me. With that look, I know she’s teasing me. “Why are you fucking with me?” I ask.
She removes her hand from mine quickly, as her smile slowly dissipates.
Did I just scare her?
“I’m not…I-I…ummm.” She stares at my desk.
Oh no you don’t. I lift her head up by placing my pointer finger under her chin. “Stand up straight.”
She looks up to my intimidating eyes and does as I say. I lean forward, so that I’m right at her lips. I’m so close that I feel her warm breath hitting my lips. She’s unable to hide the same need for us to touch that I’ve felt since the day I laid eyes on her. It’s radiating between us so forcefully it’s hard to ignore.
“You’re not ready for me,” I say.
“What’s there to be ready for?” she asks.
Is she challenging me?
Thankful she has a dress on, I decide it’s best to show her than to explain it. “I’m going to taste you now…” I trail my finger from her lips and down her chest, to her stomach as she closes her eyes and begins to squirm at my touch. I let my finger continue to glide further down, past her belly button and her eyes jolt open, surprised that I’m going further. I lean my body against her, trapping her at my desk in case she decides she wants to run. I let my hand slide under her loose dress, to let my finger tickle at the apex of her thighs. “… Here.”
With that, she tries to get up. “Kent…ummmm…we shouldn’t-“
I smother her lips with mine, keeping my body against her. Her lips are like the sweetest, unfamiliar candy that I can’t resist. I just want to devour her right now, but I know I have to take it easy. My hunger for more is becoming overwhelming as my dominance begs to take over. The fervor between us, with just our lips touching is profound, but I don’t want to scare her off.
For some reason, as I’m kissing her, I feel like there’s no need for me to ever want to touch another woman. But my greed is longing to taste more of her. Right now. She must begin to feel the same as she finally finds the courage to reach around my waist, pushing me into her more. I’m sure she feels my dick thumping against her, but that’s not what I want right now. I loosen my tie and pull it from around my neck, and then abruptly separate our lips.
“Go sit in my chair,” I demand.
She nervously does as I ask, as I lock my office door. I saunter over to her, as she peers up through me, anxiously awaiting my tongue. Before she could think, I begin tying her right hand to the corresponding arm of my office chair. As I pull it tight, she winces at the sting of the material cutting through her skin slightly.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Don’t ask me questions.”
She peers up at me fearful, but curious to experience what I feel she’s not ready for. Curiosity always lures them in. But when she sees me pull my belt from my waist, her eyes grow awkwardly wide. The shock on her face turns my perversion on. I place her left hand on the other arm of my chair, and loop my belt at her wrist and buckle her arm in tight as she winces once again. I lean down to face her eye to eye.
“If you move too much, it will hurt more.” I kiss her hard, shoving my tongue in her mouth as I turn the chair around to push it against the desk. I don’t need her rolling away from me. “When you’re asked a question, your response will be, ‘yes, sir’.” I watch her nerves pulsate through her heavy breathing as she nods her head in acceptance. “Do you understand?” I raise my eyebrow expecting her to follow my instruction.
“Uhh…yes, sir,” she whispers through labored breathing.
I smile, pleased with her obedience, which she reciprocates. I get on my knees, pulling her waist down to the edge of the chair, and then pull her underwear off.
“You are to be quiet. Do you understand?”
She smiles. “Yes, sir.”
I smell her underwear slightly, as she watches me embarrassed, before balling them up and shoving them in her mouth just in case. Spreading her legs open, and placing them on my shoulders, I begin biting my way up both of her inner thighs. She begins to squirm quietly, but I need to nip that in the bud now. We’re not alone, after all.
“Quiet,” I seethe.
She settles back in the chair, but I can tell this display of my empowerment is turning her on. She nods since she can’t speak. I stick my tongue in between her pussy lips, feeling her juices stick to my mouth. Ummm, she tastes better than imagined. I press my tongue harder against her clit. Her body gyrates against me as she pulls against her restraints. The pain of being tied doesn’t keep her from moving her pelvis against my face as I stick my tongue inside of her. I dig my fingers into her thighs, as I loop my arms around them to get a better grip on her, keeping her from losing control.
So soon?
I decide against my normal torture of keeping her from orgasm and continue assailing her pussy with my tongue. She lifts her pelvis again, and keeps it up, as she moves against my face. The strength of this woman is making my dick get harder and harder, making me want to fuck her raw, but one thing at a time. As she cums, her body begins to settle back in the chair. I kiss her thighs before removing the underwear from her mouth and kissing her slowly and softly. She follows my motions, not wavering from my attack, or the taste of her own juices.
“Are you okay?” I ask, as I finally begin to remove her restraints.
Did I really just ask her that? How is she beginning to strip away at my dominance, already?
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
I smile looking down at her. “As much as I like to hear those words, you don’t have to say them right now.”
She blushes as I stand her up, and bend down to help her put back on her now wet underwear.
“I guess that’s what you meant by me not being ready,” she whispers as I stand back up.
I run my fingers through her hair as I stare down at her. I don’t think I’ve ever laid eyes on someone like her. Someone so beautifully pure. I can tell by the wanting in her eyes that she’s going to break me…and I will love it.
“Yes, but I’d like to see where this goes. It’s up to you.”
She gazes at me with a blank stare. “I have to think about it.”
Dammit. She’s out of here.
I don’t blame her…it was too much. “You know how to find me.” I kiss her fervently as if I’ll never get the chance to again, and she follows my longing.
I finally let her pull away from me, and she’s out the door. I haven’t been so scared to lose someone since the first time I was rejected by a foster family. I went this long keeping that feeling far away, and it’s found its way back. I fall against my desk as the weight of my heart dropping in my stomach overwhelms me. I don’t think I can handle such rejection again. It’s strange not having control of a relationship that I suddenly yearn for. Letting my feelings for someone else show is hard for me, especially since it happened immediately. But I have to let her make that choice. All I can do is go home and hope for the best.
***
Once I walk in my apartment, I smell that someone has been in here. I reach for my gun, but realize I’m not a cop right now. I walk slowly in, and notice there is a trail of women’s clothing heading toward my bedroom
Fuck! That sneaky woman.
Jennifer must have watched me put my code in the door. I follow the red shoes, then the black dress, then last her underwear and bra at the door. When I look up, I see her laid across my bed, completely naked, with her arms trapped behind the bars of my bed.
Wait, are those my handcuffs?
Normally that shit would turn me on immediately, but I suddenly feel like I want more in my life than sex. And I only want that from Melody.
She smiles happily once she sees me in the door way. “You like?”
I’m not sure how to answer that. I feel like it’s a trap. Besides, did she not understand what I said last night? Or maybe she thinks putting the handcuffs on will present as being submissive. I walk over to her silently and pull the drawer open from my night stand to retrieve the key to the cuffs. I lean over her and unlock her hands from my barred headboard, and then grab her dress from the living room.
“Put this back on,” I say, and toss the dress on her naked body before going back into the living room. I sit on the couch and wait for her to come out.
“What the fuck is your problem? You can’t treat me like this!” she shouts, now standing in front of me.
“Why? Because of your name?”
“Is this what this is about? Dominic?”
