by Angel Steel
“You know what I need, Sir,” she exclaimed. “Please, my pussy.”
He reached down and ran his finger along her completely soaked opening, making sure to leave her clit alone. He was driving her crazy. She was ready to scream to the world how badly she needed him inside of her. She was going to die from the pleasure going through her body. The wonder of what things he was going to do to her had her senses on high alert.
******
The sound of Chantal’s guttural moaning just from his finger touching her opening was music to his ears. She was too preoccupied with the delicious sensations that were coursing through her body. His cock lengthened painfully more as the excitement grew in the room. He could not hold back anymore. Sliding his hand down her body, he probed momentarily at her opening before he dipped two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
Her walls clamped around his fingers, making him moan at the feel of her. He should have seen her last week, but with him not in the picture, she had to know what she had done was wrong. It killed him, seeing her at the stupid club, but it was over now. She was his and only his. No one was ever going to take her away from him, ever.
His fingers sunk deeper inside of her and her back lifted from the bed as a she let one of those sexy little moans out. Her hands never left their spot where he had left them, but he wanted them on him now. He removed his fingers from her and slid them into her mouth, loving the feeling as her tongue wrapped around each of his fingers, sucking them clean. He asked, “Can you handle more, baby?”
Teasingly her voice is telling him no, but she replies, “Yes Sir.”
Flipping her over, he pulled her up on all fours, pushing on her shoulders as she lay over her tied hands, ass in the air. He loved how she sat there patiently, waiting for him to do something. With one hand, he wrapped a fistful of hair around his hand as the other grabbed some of that curvy ass.
She moaned, grinding and pushing her hips against his erection, with her dripping wet pussy touching the head of his cock. Sliding the tip inside of her and then pulling back out, he let go of her ass and rubbed his cock through her folds.
“Please, Sir, fuck me, I need you to,” she begged.
With that, he shoved his cock inside of her, hard. In. One. Single. Thrust. Relishing in how tight she was that way, he gripped her hips as he started to move.
“Yes, yes ,yes, Sir,” she screamed.
He plunged in and out of her, driving her wild, with his forward hard thrusts into her. He pulled back hard on her hair, making her scream out in pleasure. The sight of her head pulled back, her back bowing, and her pushing against him as he slammed harder into her from behind, sent him over the edge, calling out her name as he shot his cum as deep as he could inside of her.
She screamed his name out, her pussy tightening around him as she came with him. He continued moving inside of her as she came down from her explosion, panting for breath. She fell to the bed with him following closely behind. He didn’t want to squash her under his weight, as he fell. He rolled with her in his arms, pulling her on top of him, loving the feel of her body where it was.
He had never loved anyone as much as he did her. She was his everything. His rock. She was his calm, to his angry. She was the yin to his yang. Their hearts beat as one, not separately. He just plain loved her for what she was, not who she was.
“I love you, Dominic, so much,” she mumbled above him.
He grinned. “And I love you baby.” As she dozed off on top of him, he hated what he had to do next, leaving her for his bloody job. It had to be done. If he didn’t do this job, the company would be outed for what it really was. Although he didn’t care, the people that came to them did, a great deal. They kept their names hidden, privately away from prying eyes.
If word got out about half the people that came through them, they would lose their business and their reputation. He was not going to let that happen. So, what he would do, he had to do for the company. Not for himself. He really did not care if everyone knew about him, the only one that mattered was the sweet little thing curled up on him.
He really had to figure out how exactly he was going to tell her, before someone else did. He still regretted not telling her at the beginning, and that was his fault. He would live with the consequences if she didn’t accept what he told her.
He lifted her and placed her gently on her side of the bed, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. He sat there staring at her for a long time, pushing her hair out of her face, placing the sheet over her naked body. He couldn’t look at her now. If he kept it up he would want to take her again, and he couldn’t.
Standing, he pulled on his jeans and grabbed his shirt and bag. He glanced back towards the bed a final time before her left her room. She moved over to where he was sitting, curled up with the pillow he had used. He loved her with everything he had, and he hoped to God that she would understand when he told her the news. That she would understand completely as to why he never told her straight away in the first place.
Walking away from her was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. After he placed his bag in the backseat of his truck, he left a note for her on her seat of her car. As he reversed out and drove down the street, he pulled out his phone and dialled the first number that came up.
“Hello, Dominic.”
“Get Maria into the office so we can go over our plan for tomorrow night. I need the complete file on Miss Lawson, and the party we are attending.”
“Grabbing the file now, and just sent of a text to Maria. Anything else?”
“After this event we need to talk, Lee Anne.”
“You love her, don’t you?”
“I have for years, just didn’t know till now. I’m heading to the office, make sure Maria is there waiting.” He hung up after that. He turned out of her street. He was so close to turning his truck around and going back to crawl back into the warmth of the bed with her.
He slammed his fist against the steering wheel. Why was he so scared to tell her the whole truth? Deep down, he wanted her to accept him for who he was, not what he had done while they had been together. It made him sick to his stomach with what he had done. He prayed that she would forgive him for everything that had happened and move forward with their lives, together.
Chapter 41
Chantal stretched the next morning as her phone rang beside her bed. She smiled at how sore her body was. It didn’t hurt as bad as she thought. Her phone stopped ringing as she slid out of bed and padded towards the bathroom. As she was waiting for the water to heat up in the shower, she glanced over her body.
Her wrists had light markings from whatever Dom had used to tie them; faint marks covered her ass and the back of her thighs were the same. He never once drew blood from her, though she would not have cared. No, but the shocker of the day/night? He had admitted that he loved her.
She had waited years to hear it and she finally had last night. She was so close to saying it first, but wanted to hear him say it and he did. As she was going over what had happened between them last night, her phone started ringing again. Turning the water off, wrapping a towel around her body, she walked back into her room and answered her phone.
“Hello.”
“Chantilly, I’m so glad you answered. I need your help tonight,” her mother panted between breaths.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she dried her body, and awkwardly wrapped her gown around herself while still holding the phone.
“The Sanders are holding a charity ball tonight, and your father has come down with a bug. We both can’t attend and need you to attend on our half.”
Great, another charity event to bore me to tears! It wasn’t the fact of the charity, just the damn event itself.
“Fine, I can do that.” She wasn’t going to argue with her mother about going. If she just answered yes to it, without arguing, then if her mother asked her for anything else soon, she could use it to her advantage.
“Thank you dear, I know you would have had
plans for this evening and both your father and I greatly appreciate what you are doing. Now, your father has arranged to have Jason and Gavin to attend the event with you, but they will keep out of sight.”
“Ok, Mother. Who is my date?”
She really was not up to being set up for the night.
“Since it was just your father and I going, you can choose your own date. But please pick wisely as you are representing the Winters’ name.”
She rolled her eyes at what her mother said. She wasn’t stupid. She had been doing these events for years now and knew the drill.
“I’ll ask Joel, he has gone to several of our events.” Walking out to her kitchen and switching on the coffee machine, she waited.
“Your father will be happy about that. Now, I have let both Jason and Gavin know and they will be arriving at your place at 8p.m., on the dot. Please, be ready then. I can’t have you showing up late to this event.”
“I promise, I’ll arrive early. I need to go, have heaps to do before tonight,” she mumbled around eating an apple.
“Ok, dear. Thank you again for doing this. Enjoy the night.”
I will, Mother.” Thank God that didn’t last any longer than normal. She really wasn’t up to tonight, but she needed to do it.
As she made herself a cappuccino, next on her list was asking Joel to come with her. Taking a sip of her coffee, she spat in out across the bench. Shit! It burnt her bloody tongue. He answered her call just as she took a sip of cold water.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Joel.”
“What is wrong with your voice?” He snickered.
“I burnt my tongue on my coffee,” she mumbled.
He was still laughing at her over the phone. “Stop laughing, you fool!” she growled as best she could.
“Sorry, so what’s with the phone call, then?”
“You aren’t busy tonight by any chance, right?”
“No, have nothing on. Why is that?”
“I need a favour, a big one.”
“Ok, give it to me, then.”
“Mum rung and asked if I could go in place of Dad and her to this charity event tonight. Dad got sick and they really need me....Would you like to attend as my date?”
“Well, since I have nothing better to do, I can do that for you, Chan. What time do you need me at your place?”
“Thank you for doing this, I owe you big time. Can you be here at 7:30.p.m., no later?”
“You don’t owe me. You’re getting me out of the house, now I won’t be so bored. I’ll be there at seven.”
She giggled. “Ok, I’ll see you then.”
Next, she had to decide on what she was wearing. There was one dress she was dying to wear but really had nowhere to show it off, until now. Running towards her room, she flung open her closet, and pushed everything aside until she found the dress at the back of the closet.
Lifting the bag out and gently placing it over her bed, she unzipped it and carefully lifted it out. It was dark blue in colour and was strapless from the front but was clipped up like a bra across her back, with an open teardrop from the mid of her back that ended just above her ass. A large split ran up the right side of the dress, which would show the top of her stockings and plenty of leg, every time she walked.
The shoes she chose for this dress were a different shade of blue, with stiletto heels and individual straps that buckled up to her knee. She even had a hair piece to match the dress.
Leaving the dress where it was, she walked back out into the kitchen. There wasn’t much she had to do today besides doing the wages and paying the suppliers. Once that was done, she had the rest of the day to get herself ready.
She needed to keep herself occupied. Dom had left late last night. She knew the moment he left her bed, but couldn’t bring herself to wake up. She was not going to cry in front of him, there was no point; he would be back on Saturday night. Only tonight away from him, she could handle that.
After doing her chores around her house, she dressed and drove into her shop. She had let the girls know on her way that she was only dropping in and grabbing the wage slips and the list for the supplies and going home.
After spending too long at her shop talking to customers, she drove back home. She grabbed everything out of her car and snatched the mail that was poking out of her letterbox, and then went inside.
Placing it all down near her desk, she started up her laptop and waited. I really needed a new one soon, she thought as her bank page came up. After paying the wages, she moved onto the supplies list, glad that it wasn’t as long as last month.
As she waited for the page to load, showing new items she could potentially order for her shop, she opened the mail that she received.
Several of the letters were bills, but she was a happy to see a small package containing the necklace that she ordered last week. When she came down to the last letter, she saw it had her full name on it, and felt hard inside. Frowning, she ripped it open and out fell a DVD, as well as a note.
Opening the letter, she read:
Chantal,
You make me sick to my stomach, allowing him to do the things that he has done to you!
How can you have let him do that to your beautiful body? He doesn’t deserve you at all. YOU ARE MINE!!! Stop letting him do these things to you, you are so much better than him.
This is your last warning. Stop seeing him or something bad is going to happen. I will never hurt you, but if you keep this up, you give me no choice.
Yours truly, the one that holds your heart!!!
“Oh God.” Her hands shook as she picked up the disc and placed in into her computer. As she sat there, the video player popped up on her screen and the movie started.
The first thing that came over the screen was her, facing the wall with Dom behind her, hitting her with a crop. Then it jumped back as he was between her legs, and then forward again, as he kissed over the marks that he had left on her body. The last scene really got to her; she was sound asleep in her bed, by herself, as the camera zoomed in on her still form.
Holding her hand to her mouth, she ran towards the toilet and threw up. Someone had a camera set up in her room...filming her!
Holy shit! Someone had been in her house and set up a damn camera. Standing up quickly, she raced around locking every single door and window she had. Grabbing the main phone as she passed the kitchen, she went back into her office and locked that door, too.
She started dialling Dom’s number, but he had no idea what was going on, as far as with the letters that she had received. She couldn’t call Joey, either, as he would call Dominic straight away. So, her only chance of anyone was Nate.
Dialling his number, she listened as it went straight to voicemail. The same happened with his workshop, too. Having no other clue as to where he would be, she rung Skylar’s number, hoping he was there with her.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Skylar, umm...have you seen Nate?” she asked, doing the best she could to keep her voice from shaking as she spoke to her.
“Yeah, he’s here, what’s up?”
“Umm, not much, just something to do with my car.”
“Ok, I’ll grab him for you.”
Chantal breathed out a sigh of relief that Sky believed what she had told her.
“Hey, Chan. What’s up?”
“I need you to come over, like straight away, please.”
“Ok, what’s going on?”
“I received another letter, I’m at home. Can you please hurry, Nate, I’m scared,” she sobbed.
“Shit, ok. I’m heading over now. Lock everything up, I’ll be there soon. Do not answer that door unless it is me, understood?”
“I promise, please hurry,” she whispered.
“Leaving now, sweetheart.”
She hung up the phone and sat down on the ground under her desk. She held her phone to her chest as she glanced around the room, hoping there wasn’t a camera in there, too.
The r
oom was silent. She could not hear a thing, not even the air-conditioner coming from the other room. No cars drove up her street, not even a bird or dog sound came from outside. She moved into the corner under the desk. Why did I think that whoever was doing this to me, had stopped?
She never should have thought that at all. Now, she was huddled under her desk, scared, and they knew where she lived. They knew where she worked, so was knowing where she lived be difficult to figure out? How had she never realized that they might be watching her in her own home? She hadn’t heard anything else about the box left at her shop, only that it was definitely not a human heart. There were no fingerprints or any leads to go on.... But, the video was somehow scarier than that gruesome gift had been. And she had gotten over that quickly because that is what Dom did to her. He made her forget everything else around her that was happening. She was so preoccupied with him that she never thought about who was stalking her, until now. He was nowhere in sight, again, like the first time it happened.
The phone in her hand started ringing, making her scream and drop it as it vibrated as well as rung. Picking it up off the floor, she uttered in a shaky voice, “Hello.”
“It’s me, I’m pulling up now.”
“Ok, shit! The front door is locked, Nate.”
“All good, sweetie. I grabbed your spare key from Skylar.”
Ending the call, she waited to hear his truck pull up. She could usually hear a lot of noise from the street she lived in, but now she couldn’t hear anything. It was like her hearing was only picking up on certain things around her.
The sound of the hinges on her front door squeaking open nearly had her screaming again, but her brain worked quickly, registering it was Nate coming in.
“Chantal.”
Crawling towards the door, she opened it from the floor. “In here!” she called out and moved back into the room.
Seconds later, Nate pushed the door further open and walked in, closing it behind him. She sobbed in relief, as she was not alone anymore.
Sitting down beside her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into him.
“What did you get this time?”
