Primal Desire

by Axl Goode

I would ruin her, he thought.

  She deserved better. She deserved someone who would treat her like a princess in and out of bed. He couldn’t help it. He loved treating her very well but once they started kissing he could feel his control slipping. He wanted to pin her to the ground and fuck her until they both couldn’t stand. He had a darker side that he couldn’t tame. He wanted to completely dominate her in every way possible.

  He could tell she knew something was amiss by this point. He had never let things go any further than kissing, despite her making attempts to keep things going. He simply didn’t know how he would handle it or how she would react. Normally his darker side wouldn’t be a problem but he actually cared for her.

  He wanted her to be his and he was afraid he would scare her away. He knew he would have to talk to her eventually he just didn’t know when or how. It was like all his intelligence went right out the window with her. Her presence was intoxicating to him, clouding his thinking. Or was it just draining the blood from his mind?

  Looking over at her in the truck, he felt his cock jump. She was the image of perfection to him. He liked her blonde hair hanging down, her fair complexion and her succulent lips. She had an almost elflike look. Her features so smooth yet bold at the same time. He had imagined her naked so many times he felt like it wouldn’t even be a surprise when he finally saw her. Shaking his head he brought his attention back to the road.

  It wasn’t long before they made it downtown. Zane had traced the mayor’s phone so they didn’t have to guess where he was. A quick review of his properties showed that the mayor owned the penthouse suite in one of the buildings. That presented a small complication since Zane needed to be within a close enough proximity to the mayor to be able to use the device to detect all outgoing frequencies. With that he could simply narrow the results.

  Pulling into the parking garage, Zane was slowly formulating a plan for the night. After talking it over with Brenley, they reached a conclusion. Zane would go into the adjacent hotel in disguise to see if he could find an advantageous spot to trace a phone call from. Brenley would wait in the truck until Zane was in place, then give Frederickson a little surprise phone call.

  Gathering the equipment he needed, Zane stepped out onto the pavement and donned a large hoodie and hat, hoping they would hide his features enough. He had grown his beard out to make it harder for anyone to recognize him as well. Walking swiftly, he made his way out of the parking garage and toward the hotel.

  As he walked up, he could tell there was no way he was going to make it up to the level he needed to without a room card. Stepping through the front door, the entrance had plush red carpet filling the lobby. There were several rich leather chairs scattered through the lobby. The place seemed a little overly grand for Zane’s taste but he figured he would do what he had to.

  The clerk was eyeing him from across the room. She was a slim girl, around the same age as Zane with curly brown hair. She had a look in her eye that said she knew him somehow but couldn’t place it. He walked over to the front desk, choosing to adopt a strong Irish accent. He was very thankful at that moment that he had never actually gotten to use the accent in his work, so she couldn’t recognize it.

  “Good evening. How are you tonight, doll?” He saw the surprise in her eyes immediately. She definitely hadn’t expected that and he hoped it did the trick.

  Quickly reverting to her automatic response at work, she responded, “I’m great tonight. How about you?”

  “I’m doing great as well. I’m in town for a few days and read some really good reviews of this hotel online. I didn’t make a reservation but was hoping you still had a room available?”

  “Unfortunately there’s a big event this weekend so we’re all booked up except for our presidential suites.”

  “How much is that one?”

  “It’s one thousand, one hundred dollars a night, sir.”

  “Well, I guess I’ll just have to put it on the company card then, won’t I?” he said with levity and a wink to the girl.

  After filling out all the paperwork with false information and using a credit card he had under a company name, he received his room key. Making his way up toward his room, he tried to note all the exit routes he could take if his cover was compromised. He chided himself for not being more careful but wanted to go ahead as planned anyway.

  Once he reached his room he called Brenley to let her know the setup. Assessing his situation, he realized he’d gotten lucky and scored the same side of the building required to see Frederickson’s penthouse. It was higher than he wanted but after taking a moment to recalibrate his machine, he was able to focus its perimeter on the direction he pointed. Since walls or glass weren’t a problem he should be able to stand at the window and pick up every frequency leaving the general vicinity he had designated. After giving Brenley the go ahead, he set up his equipment, ready to record.

  * * * * *

  After receiving the okay from Zane, Brenley dialed Frederickson’s number. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to say as the phone rang. She was angry with him. She had been loyal and true to him for years. She had done everything she could to do right by the man and he had treated her well. Now he had turned his back on her and tried to have her killed. Feeling a wave of trepidation flow through her body, she shivered with anxiety over the coming confrontation.

  “This is Duane,” he answered with his casual business voice.

  All her courage drained out of her and she was left with only pain. She had thought he was her friend. Someone she could trust and all she was left with was a lie. Barely able to muster her voice she asked “Why?”

  She could hear him cover the phone as he walked somewhere before he responded. Clearing his voice, just like he did before he spoke to a crowd during election time, he addressed her. “Brenley?”

  “It’s me.”

  “The police are looking for you. Apparently they found some illegal substances in your apartment when it was broken into. Where have you been hiding?”

  Outrage flooded through her body. Here she had just contacted the man, giving him a chance to explain himself and he was playing the part of total innocence. Of course, she knew it was because there was no way he was going to confess over the phone when he could be recorded but she was still irate. Any small amount of good will she had towards him evaporated. It was time to try to get the information she needed. Her voice turned icily cold. “I figured your secret out. I also know you tried to have me kidnapped. I was just calling to let you know I have all the documentation I need to put you away and I’m sending it to the police tomorrow.”

  The other end of the phone was silent for a moment before he responded. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Listen, I’ll help you if I can. We’ve known each other a long time. I’ll do whatever I can. Why don’t we meet and talk about this? Just you and me. Let me help you!”

  The desperation in his voice told her everything she needed to know. All he wanted was the chance to silence her and that would be that. She didn’t want to squander this opportunity to meet though. Zane may have an idea to salvage this situation. She quickly decided to play it through but make it believable enough by being wary, “Why would I want to meet you?” she asked in her most incredulous voice.

  “Maybe we can work something out. Change this from a lose-lose situation to a win-win for everyone. It can’t hurt to talk about it, right?”

  She let the silence between them hang until she finally responded.

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll contact you tomorrow about meeting.” Click. She hung up the phone before giving him the chance to spew any more worthless lies. Rolling down the window, she bitterly tossed the phone out to avoid it being traced. Sitting in the truck, she was shaking from the confrontation, even though it had only been verbal. This was a man who was trying to destroy her life. She was past feeling bad for herself. All she wanted was vengeance.

  Brenley leaned the seat back, slowin
g her breathing. She didn’t know how long Zane would be, so she might as well get comfortable. Shutting her eyes, she wondered what he was doing in the hotel room. She wished she could be up there and started fantasizing about what it would be like.

  He would be working with the equipment for the stakeout while she went into the bathroom. Stripping down, she would walk back out with nothing but lingerie on. Brenley slowly drifted off to a dream state.

  He looks up at her, with his seductive eyes prowling over her body. Unable to control himself he finally gives in to his desires. Walking across the room, he pushes her on the bed before climbing on top of her. Pinning her down with his massive body, he unbuckles his belt and loosens his pants. With fervent need he uses both hands, ripping her thong clean off her body.

  Pulling his well-endowed cock out, he turns her over on her stomach, pressing her into the soft bed. Taking his left hand he slides it up into her hair, pulling her head to the side, allowing his hungry mouth to bite where her shoulder meets her neck. At the same time he thrust his cock into her soaking wet sex.

  Letting out a gasp of pleasure, she revels in how marvelous it feels. Pulling out, he thrust deeper and deeper until his entire shaft has sunk all the way inside her. Moving his mouth along her shoulder, he marks her as his with his mouth. all the while plowing her insides. She feels herself building as his long rhythmic strokes keep going steadily.

  Not saying a word, he speeds up, feeling her anticipation heighten. She can tell he is excited at her coming and is going to himself. Holding her breath, she wants it to keep going but can’t hold it in as her orgasm explodes through her body.

  Feelings of rapture course through her veins, causing her vision to blur. Waves of euphoria rock her body over and over. She feels Zane experiencing the same kind of pleasure as he shoves into her mercilessly, prolonging her own orgasm by his own. She feels his warm cum filling her up while his shaft is buried to the hilt inside her. He releases a sigh of pleasure from emptying himself into her.

  The sound of the doors unlocking jolted her out of the paradise she was in. Apparently, she had dozed off and had a mindblowing fantasy about Zane. Not knowing how long he had been gone, she tried to hold on to the last vestiges of the dream while coming awake. A moment later he climbed in the truck, setting down his backpack full of equipment. Surveying her, he asked, “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. Fine,” she replied in a sharp tone while trying to fix her disheveled hair. Looking at him, she thought he looked like pure candy after the dream she had just come out of. How was she supposed to even remotely concentrate now? Starting the truck, he gave her one last glance before putting it in gear and taking off. Studying his face, she could still feel his mouth on her shoulder.

  Putting her thoughts aside, Brenley focused on the task at hand. They pulled out of the parking garage for the second portion of the plan. They were going to carry out some surveillance on Jarod Cormack. Zane said he wanted to know more about their adversaries before reaching conclusions. Even after frying them both on the news, Zane was still skeptical of Cormack’s involvement.

  They drove across town in relative silence, mostly Brenley thought, because she was reliving the dream over and over and didn’t want to interrupt it with talking. She could feel her arousal still, her desire for Zane to take her rising even more.

  Entering a quiet neighborhood, she started searching for Cormack’s house number. Passing it, Zane pulled the truck up against the curb a few houses down before shutting the engine off. She could feel herself starting to become uncomfortable. They were sitting in the open where anyone could come up and grab them. Zane looked over at her with his mischievous eyes full of daring. She didn’t know what he planned on doing but she disagreed already.

  “I think I would like to have a little chat with Officer Cormack,” he said.

  “You what? Are you insane? He’s a police officer.”

  “I know. That’s why I want to talk to him. There is information I need and there are pieces that aren’t adding up here.”

  “Seriously? Everything adds up pretty clearly to me. The mayor is investing fraudulent money and now has it out to shut us up. Seems pretty basic. How are you going to even speak with him if he’s inside?”

  “I’m going to call him. It’s late and I would bet that he won’t chance waking his family inside so he will step out back. If he doesn’t take the bait I can always throw pebbles at his window,” he said with a heavily sarcastic tone.

  “What do I do if you get caught? You could get hurt or captured!”

  “I won’t. Trust me, I’m very capable. I’ve thought about this all the way over here. It won’t take long, I’ll be right back.”

  Just like that, he was out of the truck, walking back toward the house they had just passed a few moments ago. She turned around, watching him walk. He had a confident swagger.

  It isn’t arrogant, she thought, but is seems dangerous.

  She could see his movements become more fluid, adopting the walk a boxer might have. Disappearing between the houses, she sat back in her chair to wait. Shit.

  * * * * *

  Zane stepped between the houses with the practiced movements of an experienced fighter. He checked to make sure there wasn’t a dog in the backyard before quietly letting himself through the gate. He took a moment to survey the yard and his surroundings before setting up on the side of the house. Pulling out his phone he dialed the number registered to Cormack that he had gotten earlier that day. A cold front was blowing in, providing plenty of wind to mask the sound of his voice. After a few rings he heard a rough voice on the other end of the line answer.

  “Hello.”

  “Is this Jarod Cormack?”

  “Yes. Who am I speaking with?”

  “Zane Anthony.” He could hear rustling on the other end of the line and saw a light flip on inside.

  In a soft whisper Cormack responded, seemingly more alert now, “Why are you calling me?”

  “Oh, I just had a few things I wanted to talk to you about, like the video I have of you and another man breaking into Brenley Meyers’ apartment.” Cormack peeked through a window on the side of the house and Zane could now see him in the kitchen, face pitched in anger. Deciding to give him a nudge, he pushed the conversation forward. “Are you someplace we can talk without being overheard? I want this conversation to stay between you and me only.”

  That did the trick and Cormack stepped outside the door before assuring Zane they were in the all clear. Likewise Zane stepped around the corner onto the patio where Cormack was. The look of utter disbelief almost made Zane break his stoic face and laugh. He could tell the man didn’t know whether to run, attack or not do anything.

  Zane walked close enough that if Cormack pulled a weapon he could disarm him before he had the chance to use it against him. “Let’s play nice and have a little chat, what do you say?” Zane said, motioning toward the patio furniture.

  Nodding, Cormack acquiesced grudgingly.

  “What are you doing at my house?” Cormack asked in a low, hostile voice.

  “I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to be sure it was just us talking and we couldn’t be overheard. I just activated an electronic signal interrupter in case anyone is trying to monitor you or you have the idea to dial your cell phone from your pocket.”

  “A jamming device?”

  “Yes. That’s correct.”

  “Why would anyone be monitoring me?”

  “I’m not sure. I was hoping you could tell me.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Here’s the deal, I have evidence of you breaking into Brenley’s apartment. I could send to the police or media tomorrow. I don’t want to do that though. Not yet at least. I know you broke in to plant false evidence and also retrieve some information Brenley alluded to in an email. I don’t know if you know that or not but it would’ve been in the air vent.”

  Pausing to make sure Cormack was following, Zane conti
nued. “I’ve been doing research on the matter and why you and Frederickson might be in league together. It doesn’t add up to me though. You have a wife and kids. Everything I’ve read about you says you wouldn’t be willing to risk either of those to do something illegal like this. You do consulting on the side as a private detective and make more than enough money to have a very comfortable living. I want to know why you would risk all that you have to do something like this. It occurred to me that there could be a third player I haven’t identified yet. Someone who could be pulling the strings behind the scenes but not showing their face.”

  Zane instantly knew his hunch had been correct. The blood drained from Cormack’s face and he was visibly shaken. His eyes took on a look of fear that Zane knew he couldn’t be faking. He had started wondering about this idea a few days ago and the more research he had done on it made it seem more plausible. Frederickson fit the profile in his character to do something shady, even though he didn’t need to with his businesses. So why would he risk all he had to do something illegal that could cost him everything?

  His suspicions had been mostly confirmed when Frederickson had dialed a number from his penthouse on his prepaid phone. The phone didn’t trace to Cormack though. It had been impossible to trace. Or at least above the equipment he had with him. He didn’t think Cormack or Frederickson possessed that level of competency.

  After clearing his throat, Cormack lowered his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t talk about this. I don’t know how you have so much information but you don’t want to be on this person’s bad side. I only did what I was told I had to in order to save my family. Would you do any less?”

  “I would do what I’m going to and figure out who this person is. I am willing to never show that video to anyone…in exchange for information.”

  “I can’t. I don’t even know who the person is.”

  “Yes, you can. What do you mean you don’t know who this person is?”

  “I don’t. I was contacted a few years ago with blackmail material and the threat to destroy my family if I didn’t cooperate. I decided to test this person and not do as they asked. That’s when one of my kids disappeared for three days until I did exactly what they asked. Whoever it is, they always seem to know what I’m up to or if I even try to figure out who they are. All I have is a prepaid phone that I receive calls on and I receive emails with instructions at times. None of it is traceable though. I’ve tried.”