by Kenya Wright
“Jesus,” she muttered. “We’re not really shopping Freddy. We just need to be alone.”
“I get it, but I really do need some new pants. These things hug my hips too much.”
“Oh, God.”
I followed her and grabbed a few black outfits on the way to the fitting rooms.
A woman appeared in front of us. “Will you be needing any assistance?”
“No, thank you.” Dawn walked around her and spied the woman suspiciously. “My friend and I want privacy.”
“Okay.” The woman gave me an odd look. “That’s fine.”
Due to the amount of money and power of the family that owned this island, I wasn’t surprised when the woman guided us to a massive and luxurious fitting area. The space was more living/sitting room. The area’s flooring plan was part dark wood and plush carpet. Soft lights dangled from a chandelier. An elegant design decorated the ceiling. It was some collage of shoe shapes and diamonds. Two long pink and white couches held fluffy, black pillows. Mirrors decorated every wall. A full bar stood on the right with a girl smiling and positioned next to it. A sitting area with a television was located on the left. No doubt it was for the poor men who’d been forced to go shopping with their wives.
And on the other side of the room in the far back, there were four doors with polished brass knobs.
“Let’s go in one of these.” She headed to the farthest dressing room door.
“Wait a minute.” I followed her. “Your guards aren’t with you. Where are they?”
“Caden took them away and said it was his way of apologizing.” She closed the door and handed me her bag. “I have some men’s clothing in there and sneakers. I had to guess your foot size. You’re. . .big, so. . .I assumed you were at least a size 12.”
I grinned and set my pocketbook next to her bag. “Size 13 but beggars can’t be choosers, but yes. I am very big.”
She rolled her eyes. “Focus, Freddy, and take off your clothes. We don’t have time. Don’t get too relaxed that Caden took away my guards. If anything, that means he knows you’re here and we’re just walking right into another plan of his.” She unzipped her bag. “And you don’t look like a believable woman. I have no idea how they let you on this island.”
“My friend’s family owns it.”
She didn’t look convinced. “We still have to hurry.”
I pulled off the blouse and slacks. Next went the wig and I slung it on the floor. The whole time I undressed, her gaze ran along my chest and to my thighs.
She bit her lip and turned around. “I’ll give you privacy.”
“Fuck that.” I got behind her and pressed my hard cock into her soft ass. “I don’t want privacy.”
“Freddy, we don’t have time for that.”
“We do.” I gripped those hips and rubbed my cock against her some more. “We have plenty of time. We’re steps ahead of him.”
“I doubt it. He knows you’re here.” She stiffened against me, but she didn’t move. “His guards not coming with me today is not luck. It’s him.”
“Then fine.” I turned her around to face me and freed my cock from my boxer briefs.
Her gaze fell down to the hard length. Did she feel the least bit of guilt for making it swell so bad? Making it strain against my clothes. I fisted the tip, praying that I wouldn’t spray all over her just because she stood right in front of him. Cum was already dribbling from the tip. My cock and I were too eager to have her.
Her gaze remained on the tip, watching my hand keep the stream of cum back. Another drop of pre-cum fell and she licked those lips. I wanted to smear the white liquid all over that pretty mouth of hers, dip the tip along her tongue and have her hum me a song.
“Take off your dress,” I whispered.
She backed away.
“You don’t want it?”
She didn’t answer.
“Hmmm. Your silence says you do.” I let go of my cock, captured her, and molded that beautiful body into mine.
“This is crazy. We have to focus,” she moaned, “We can’t right now. Caden has to know that you’re on the island.”
“Then let him hear us fuck. I doubt that’s part of his game. He knows you. You’re the type of woman to play nice. Fucking right now would alter his plans.”
“You’re crazy.”
“He’s crazy too.” Effortlessly I scooped her up. She weighed nothing and I burned so bad for her. My cock pressed like a hard log between us.
She gasped and wrapped her thighs around me. Her words were rushed whispers “What are you doing?”
“Changing the game.” I devoured her mouth, tasting her finally. I was a starving man in front of a buffet of roasted meats and simmering vegetables, filling myself and drowning in gluttony. She moaned in between our tongues twisting and dancing. The room spun around me.
“I’m falling in love with you.” I shoved her dress up. “I’m falling in love with you and I fucking love the feeling.”
“But Freddy. . .” Her words danced on gasps as I ripped at her panties. “But. . .we can’t. . .right now.”
“I’m falling in love with you and I’m going to tear down everything that lays between us.”
“Damn you,” she groaned as I positioned the tip of my cock against her wet opening.
“Yes or no?” I growled.
“Freddy. . .”
More precum spilled out the tip. “Yes or no. I can’t take this anymore. I have to have you. And I won’t share. And I won’t play any of your ex-lovers’ games. And I won’t ever give you any space. Yes or no?”
Her chest heaved up and down as her breathing increased. She glanced at the door, then at my cock, and then at the door again before settling on my heated gaze. “Damn it. Yes. What do we have to lose? We’ve already lost our souls.”
“We’re together.” I didn’t enter her, I impaled her. Slid my cock inside of her so swift and fast that I hoped I didn’t hurt anything. And that sweet cunt tugged on my tip, provoking my primitive side. Melting around me.
I pulled out to give my cock some breathing room. “And you’re not getting any more cakes.”
Her words came out rushed and fast. “No more cakes? What? And come back. . .it felt so good.”
“No more cakes.” I pierced her again. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
“Oh, Freddy.” She bounced on that cock like a pro, swiveling those hips and gazing into my eyes with pure confidence. She knew she had me. Knew I was so into her that I couldn’t see anything in front or behind me.
“No more cakes.” Although I kept a steady rhythm, I was too close to bursting inside of her. “No more cakes.”
Focus, Freddy. She has to come first.
She moaned and it almost undid me.
“No more cakes,” I groaned.
Get off the dessert, man! Shit. This pussy feels so good. I want to come. Think about the cake again.
“I don’t care about cake,” she moaned. “Just give me this dick.”
Fuck, woman! Are you trying to finish me?
I growled. “That’s right. Just this dick. That’s all you’ll get. All of it inside of you, moving in and out of you, making you mine, letting you know that there will never be another.”
And then I hit that spot in her so perfectly and she no longer moaned or said anything. She wanted it just as bad. She rode me in this mindless fury mingling with lust and grinding. She was this riding goddess of beauty, pumping my cock, straining it beyond repair, challenging me to the very core.
Fuck.
She drove me to madness. And that sweet, wet pussy. So sloppy wet and soft. So mine. It owned me. The very depths of me. It enslaved me. Had me thinking of odd things—a house and marriage, a life together and a big yard full of laughing children. I only wanted that world if she remained at my side. There was no other option.
I’d worn a dress for her, for God’s sake.
“Take it.” I rammed my cock into her. I was so embedded. So deep. So entirely i
nside of her, that I didn’t know where she began and I ended. I could live in her pussy all day. I could never move. Just stay here inside of her. Never eating or drinking anything. Never sleeping or wanting another.
“Oh, baby.” She bounced on that cock. “I’m coming. Oh. I’m coming.”
“Yes.” Gripping her hips harder, I pounded into her. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Oh.” She bucked hard into me, signaling the beginning of her orgasm.
And that was when I lost it. Hot, white liquid burst from my cock. It exploded from the tip, coating her and me and dripping all down our legs. Jesus. I was so backed up, the dress shop owner would be cleaning the fitting room for days.
I’ll have to leave some money for her before I go. It’s not the store’s fault. Dawn did this to me.
Catching her breath, Dawn tried to leave my hold, but I wouldn’t let her. So, she fell into me, placing her arms on my shoulders and leaning her head against the wall. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“I can’t believe I had to convince you.”
“All solutions don’t lead to sex.”
My cock remained hard and still inside of her. “Sex is always the best solution.”
A buzz came from my pocket book.
“Fuck.” I slowly pulled out of her and set her back down. And I couldn’t lie, I missed that sweet cunt already.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“My phone. That’s probably Smoke calling.” Excitement filled my chest. “We’re about to get out of here.”
She steadied herself and pushed the dress down. Instantly, I felt bad for filling her up with come. It had to be trickling all down her leg and flooding that soft space between her thighs.
Fuck. I want to see.
My pocketbook buzzed again. I rushed over to it, slipping my cock back into my boxer briefs and attempting to get control of myself.
She glanced at the door and then back at me. “Who’s Smoke?”
“Head of security over your surveillance. I hired him to watch you a few weeks ago. And, of course, he lost you. He didn’t tell me until you’d been missing for three days, and then I went to your house found the diary and later that night went to DC.”
“That doesn’t make sense. I wasn’t gone for three days.”
I thought she would be pissed about having security watching her but instead, something odd flickered over her eyes. No time to address it, I pulled out the phone and answered, “Smoke?”
“Yeah, bruv,” he said. “I’m at the store. Where are you?”
“In the back by the fitting areas.” I rushed to put on the jogging pants that Dawn had packed for me. “They may not let you come back here.”
“Don’t worry, bruv. The girlsdem love me.”
I laughed, hung up, and slung on the sneakers.
“I don’t know.” Dawn leaned her head as if listening to the outside. Worry creased the edges of her eyes. “It’s too quiet. Did the owner leave?”
“Everything is fine. Smoke is here. We’ll be off this island and fucking on a yacht or plane in no time.”
“You don’t understand, Freddy. It can’t be this easy. If it is, then Caden has something to do with it.” Her hands shook. “Wait. Don’t tell this Smoke to come back here. Call him or—”
“I have this planned out. Everything is fine.”
“No.” She held her hands up in front of her. “We need to plan this out even more.”
I pulled up the jogging pants. “We will. We’ll grab Smoke and go back to the place I’m staying at.”
Someone knocked at the door.
She jumped.
That has to be Smoke.
“Relax.” I got in front of her and opened the door.
Smoke stood in front of me with a huge smile on his face. “Bruv, South Africa?”
I shrugged and turned back to Dawn. “See. It’s Smoke. Everything is fine.”
The first thing I noticed was that Dawn just stared at Smoke as he stood in the middle of the doorway. No calmness filled the air. The second thing I realized was that Dawn was barely breathing and holding her hand to her chest.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Freddy.” Her bottom lip quivered. “Meet Caden.”
And that was the third thing I realized, Smoke was Caden. And that Caden/Smoke not only played games. He designed them. He owned them. And presently Dawn and I were trapped deep within his game with no path of escape or way to change the board.
Fuck.
ACT THREE
Chapter 30
Caden
I wasn’t Caden. I wasn’t Smoke. I was a stranger even to myself. A figment. An imposter. A ghost. Sometimes a killer. Other times a spy.
But always a monster.
Had I really loved Dawn so long ago, I would’ve told her to run. But in the end, I loved myself more and didn’t want to be without her.
And now what?
All three of us sat at my long dining table in silence. The space was for them, not me. I couldn’t be too close to him or her. I wanted to kill them both. Dawn reeked of him. Even though she was on my right and several chairs away, I could smell him on her. Even though she’d showered and changed before coming down, Freddy radiated from her wicked flesh.
I turned to my left. Freddy glared at me as the servants placed dishes on the table. I let him see my own rage. Let it fill and thicken the air between us.
You’re mad? Good. Then swing first or look away.
Armed men remained in each corner of the room.
Once the servants left, Freddy knitted his fingers on the edge of the table. “So, you’re the game master?”
Dawn answered for me. “Yes, he is. From the first day I met him, he played games.”
Freddy continued to scowl at me. “Why?”
Dawn shook her head. “He won’t tell you the truth.”
“I will,” I said.
“So, then why the games?” Freddy asked.
“Because the core of my career deals with secrecy.” I leaned back in my chair. “Because Dawn kept getting too close, making me want to open up to her. The games kept her at bay. Kept me at bay. Had her focus on the maze that I’d built around her. I had to keep her running through the tunnels, turning corners, and racing toward dead ends.”
Avoiding her food, Dawn grabbed her wine glass and sipped. “And so, he played the dead ex-girlfriend game with me.”
Anger blazed in Freddy’s eyes. “What’s that?”
“He found me because I looked like a woman in an oil painting.” Dawn sipped more of her wine. “He figured out where I would be, bought the museum, showed up at the event, and intentionally bumped into me as if we were a cheesy chapter in a romance novel.”
Freddy looked at her and then me. “Are you serious?”
“Oh, this gets better and better,” Dawn added. “All of his lines were planned. He swept me off my feet, took my friends and me out to this island, and was an amazing guy. The only problem was that he kept me dressed a particular way. Always in lace and green. And he wanted me to wear this emerald choker all of the time and keep my hair a certain way.”
It was hard not to fidget with the napkin. It was hard not to look at her or even get up from the table. But everything had changed and my head was fogged. My mind was crowded with so much regret. Sadness for how I’d destroyed Dawn and me. Deep guilt for all the people that had died by my actions across the world.
Finally, the rot inside of me was rising. Karma had come. I was getting my due.
Dawn displayed a weak smile. “He’d told me not to go into his office. And him being such a mystery, I had to get in that room.”
“It took you barely a week to sneak in there,” I whispered.
“And when I did…” She rolled her eyes. “I saw a single painting in a golden frame. The whole thing was too grand for a regular office. The woman looked exactly like me as if the artist had painted an image of me for Caden. She was my twin and she wore this pale-green
gown and that same emerald choker.”
“So, he had you dressed up like the woman in the painting?” Freddy asked.
“Yes.” She nodded.
“I think we’ve had enough of confession time.” I picked up my napkin and folded it around, before putting it back on the table. “I’m done with this topic.”
“I’m not,” she said triumphantly. “Caden’s problem is honesty. That’s how you beat him. You keep the truth around you.”
“I’m done playing the game,” I said.
Fury painted that pretty face as she turned back to Freddy. “Months later, Caden started calling me by her name. And I demanded to know who she was. Well, he told me as he brought me into his office—the office I could never go into. He took me into the office and showed me this huge painting of Emily. It hung right behind him, taking up the whole space. It almost looked like a shrine. An altar for a dead lover. And then he confessed that Emily was his ex-girlfriend and that she’d killed herself by accident.”
“How?” Freddy asked.
Dawn grinned at Caden. “Why don’t you tell him the sad story.”
“We were at a party.” I cleared my throat. “She picked up our friend’s gun. He didn’t know that it was loaded. We were all drugged up at the time. Teenagers. But. . .she picked up the gun and shot herself.”
“It was why he said he was a vegetarian,” Dawn interrupted. “Apparently, bits of Emily’s flesh stuck in his mouth. Because she’d shot herself right next to him.”
Freddy’s shoulders relaxed as he gave me an odd look.
“Emily. Emily.” A coldness came over Dawn’s voice. “I consoled him, of course, but that didn’t stop him from trying to make me into her. Even when we made love, he whispered her name. Emily. Emily. Some evenings, he wanted me to wear the choker. He’d spend hours caressing it with his fingers. And again, he accidentally said her name so much I started tasting her on my lips. Emily started moving under my flesh. Emily started whispering in my head. I started to become Emily.”
I looked at my food as it lay on the plate. It was hard to listen to her pain. All this time I’d been trying to protect Dawn and I’d forgotten that I was her biggest monster.
