The Complete Contract Series: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, & Part Four

by Steele, Suzanne

  Chapter Four

  Agent Turner

  I eye my partner and let my mind wander. She is the poster child for a stereotypical redhead, a fireball to say the least. I knew I was going to be attracted to her the first day they brought her in. You see, I have a penchant for strong, independent women.

  I guess if I was to profile myself, like I do everyone else due to my job, I would say it’s because I was raised by a strong female. My mother carried the weight of everything due to the fact that she was married to a man always living the pipe dream; he was always gonna do something…

  As I grew up, I learned to cringe every time he came up with a new idea. I cringed because I knew chances were my mother would have to bail my asswipe of a dad out of some financial crisis he had gotten us into with yet another bright idea.

  I loved my mother and, though she has passed, I still do but more than that, I respected her. She never complained about the asinine things my dad did. She stood by him even though she could have kicked him to the curb and no one would have blamed her. Hell, they probably would have applauded her. But not my mom… she stayed loyal to him until his dying day. The irony of it all is that we lived in the lap of luxury because of her due diligence and loyalty to the family. I have no siblings so I guess that’s another reason I held my mom in such high esteem; she was the only positive force in my life. It was providence that the only person I had to look up to in life just happened to be female.

  She and my dad were polar opposites. My mother’s job was managing her own business, babysitting houses for the upper echelon of society. Her clients were the owners of professional athletic teams, team players, and CEOs of multi-billion dollar companies. When they went out of town, they went with the peace of mind knowing that their homes, pets, and even their goldfish and plants were being taken care of. One thing rings true for the rich and elite: they don’t like people in their homes. The people who are on their payroll are placed under a magnifying glass of scrutiny. My mother’s company passed the test of any background check, no matter how in-depth it went. I can’t say I blame them for being so paranoid about who entered their homes. I view daily, and on a firsthand basis, what the human race is capable of doing.

  My mother built a business from the ground up and I lived in a mansion in Kansas City. I grew up never wanting for anything thanks to that woman. Perhaps my past does play a part in my penchant for strong women and Rene is a very strong woman in many more ways than one.

  The thing about Rene is that she has taken it to a whole new level in the bedroom. To put it simply, I’m the boss at work but that fiery little redhead of mine is the boss in the bedroom and that is a whole new thing for me. Many times when we go home, usually my place, she makes me pay, and I mean pay dearly, for reprimanding her at work, especially if it’s in front of anyone.

  Before Rene, I was always in control. I even went as far as playing with a few subs. I’ll admit having them call me Sir and spanking their little asses red brought me a high unlike any other. When I first laid eyes on Rene, all I wanted to do was bend her over and take a crop to her delectable ass right before I choked her with my cock. I desperately wanted to make her beg and call me Sir. That is… until we kissed and she completely dominated me. She grabbed me by the hair and just took over. When I tried to wrestle back control, she bit me, hard enough to make me wince, and then squeezed my cock. I’ll never forget what she told me. She said, “Be a good boy and I’ll let you have a taste.” From that point on, I was hooked. Yes, Rene has brought out a part of me I never knew existed.

  Her voice cuts through my thoughts. We are back at the scene of the serial killer’s crime because I’m still not convinced that this murder is what it appears to be.

  “You just aren’t going to let this go, are you, David?”

  “Agent Turner at work,” I reply.

  She makes her way up behind me as I am crouched down, looking for anything that will confirm my theory that this not a drug deal gone wrong. She begins to toy with my feathered dark hair and when I try to move away to tell her we’re at work, she grabs a fistful of it and jerks my head back, forcing me to look at her and almost causing me to fall over from my crouched position.

  “Do I appear to be so imbecilic as to not know my location? That’s a fucking rhetorical question. Get up!”

  She half drags me over to an abandoned public bathroom in the back of the building where we’re investigating. She’s pissed. I don’t know what she is going to do to me, and it’s turning me on.

  She forces me to kneel by the sink. I watch in shock, horror, and intense curiosity as she drops her standard FBI black trousers and forces my face between her legs. Her legs are spread as far as she can get them but I can only assume she isn’t pleased with where my tongue is lapping because she takes her nether lips and spreads them with her fingers to force her clit to jut out. My cock so hard, I feel like I’m going to blow a wad in my pants. I know not to touch myself without her permission or she is going to be super pissed when we get home.

  She begins talking as I’m lapping at her clit, trying to please her with all my might.

  “If I want your fucking opinion, I’ll ask for it. Your mouth is good for one thing and that is pleasing me. Your fucking tongue belongs to me. Now, get down on it and make me happy.”

  I begin furiously lapping at her opening, drinking in her juices as she moans and tells me what a good boy I am. She’s about to go over the edge with the way she’s threatening me. Her legs begin to shake as she comes and I’m hanging onto her hips, pulling her in and forcing her to take the full intensity of the orgasm. “That’s it. Clean me up good.” She stares down on me disdainfully while she pulls her pants up. “I’ll decide whether you get the release your hard cock needs when we get home tonight. Now get your ass up and go prove to me that this sixth sense, you’re so certain you have, is the real deal by solving this case.”

  I follow out behind her with a smile on my face because her words are still ringing in my ears—when we get home tonight. She just made my day by reassuring me that she will be in my bed tonight…

  Melanie

  My curiosity is getting the best of me. I know nothing about the mysterious man who has taken Tommy and me under his care. It’s time to start asking questions and I know an elderly aunt who will be more than willing to give me the information I crave if I’m shrewd enough to ask the right questions.

  I look down at Tommy chewing on his foot and begin talking to him. “I told you I would make it up to you, little man, didn’t I? I didn’t want you growing up with the shitty upbringing I had to endure. Are you happy?” He kicks his feet wildly and coos with a huge smile on his face. It’s as if he knows exactly what I’m saying and he is answering yes.

  I’ve never been materialistic but it’s hard to overlook the fact that my son now wears designer clothing. From the top of his head to the soles of his feet, he has access to the best of everything, as do I. Everything is perfect. It’s as if this mystery man tends to the smallest of details in our lives. I still haven’t met him. I did manage to see a picture of him and I was able to Google him after I managed to get his name from his aunt, in casual conversation of course.

  Even his name sounds like perfection—Charles Wentworth the 3rd. I’ve researched all I can on him and, in his world, it is evident perfection is paramount. Every picture I found him in, he was dressed like he had just walked off the cover of a magazine. There were even pictures of him with the Governor of KY, Anthony Johnson. Much to my dismay, he was with a different woman in each picture. I’m not certain why, but I do feel a twinge of jealousy when I note that.

  I ward off thoughts like why he would take interest in a plain, mousy, brown haired woman with a child in tow, such as myself, when he has access to women with cover girl model looks. I think thoughts like he probably sees me as a charity case, being that he does a lot of philanthropy work. I always come to the same conclusion: he needs a caretaker for his aunt, nothing more, nothi
ng less. I’m certain he did a background check and felt good about me when nothing came up. Like his driver said, he likes to kill two birds with one stone. I can care for his aunt and he is helping someone.

  No matter what kind of logical conclusions I come to, I still can’t squelch my curiosity. With intentions of finding out more about this mystery man, I make my way up to Aunt Josephine’s with Tommy in tow. He coos in blissful glee as if he is aware of where we are going. The two have become attached to one another already…

  Chapter Five

  Miller

  “Don’t you think killing a world renowned psychiatrist is going to draw heat, Miller? Unnecessary heat?”

  I slowly turn around in my office chair and glare at her as I speak. “Are you in charge now? Did I miss receiving the office memo?”

  “No, I’m just asking!”

  “What you need to be doing is remembering your place.” My gaze is cold as I snap my fingers and watch her immediately drop to her knees in the submissive pose I taught her at the beginning of her training. I know to an outsider it would appear that I’m a total asshole and, in a sense, I am. If I was to totally open up about my reasoning, I would tell her obedience is demanded so that when blood is spilled, it isn’t the blood of one of us. I don’t even want to think about losing her. There’s only room for one leader in this operation and it damn sure isn’t her.

  “As I was saying, before I was so rudely fucking interrupted, this geek is our next target. He isn’t world renowned as you mistakenly assumed. His reasoning for the research he is presently conducting is to become, as you stated, world renowned.

  “Well, he is world renowned for being a child prodigy.”

  By now my lip is snarled and I’m cutting a sideways glance in her direction. She looks down, avoiding my gaze even though it is of a peripheral nature. I open my mouth to continue but before I can, she mumbles, “We can’t all be brainiacs like you and the crazy ass Doc.” The girl has got balls, I will give her that.

  “Now the plan is that we all go in to remove the girl from her captivity. Once she is safely removed and out of danger, the team leaves. You and I will then remain in hiding until the Doc gets home at which point I will put a bullet in his head, right between his fucking eyes after I smash his glasses. You know, school yard bully and shit.” That gets a laugh out of my beautiful lady. I get warm and fuzzy all over when I make that girl laugh which is why I did it. Hey, I’m not a complete dickhead.

  I don’t explain my motives to her. It’s all part of her training, the mind-fuck, not being able to read me. It keeps her head right where I want it—on me. After all, she is mine and every little detail of her life is now under my control. Our very lives depend on it…

  Melanie

  “Hello, Aunt Josephine,” I smile and speak as I enter her front room. She has insisted we call her that. She immediately reaches for Tommy and he responds by lunging towards her.

  I make my way over to the pictures on the mantle and study the ones of her nephew. “What does Charles do for a living, Aunt Josephine?”

  “Well, he runs the family company. He owns the top private diners club here. He also started a concierge company which has mushroomed into nationwide notoriety due to the fact that he caters to so many of Hollywood’s elite. You know, they all come to the Derby once a year and Charles has gained quite the reputation for being able to get them whatever they want or need on a whim. Of course, he also has investments I know nothing of as he is a firm believer in not having all his eggs in one basket. His daddy ran that company before he died and neither he, nor his mother, ever gave Charles the attention a child needs while growing up. It’s one of the reasons I have been so involved in his life. The poor child was raised by nannies.

  “Now, Auntie.” We both look up to view a gorgeous male leaning in the entryway as if he owns the world. It’s Charles and as stupid and cliché as it sounds, my heart skips a beat.

  He is talking to her but he never removes his eyes from me. He makes his way over to his aunt to kiss her cheek but what he does next shocks me. He kisses my son on his forehead. Wow, just fucking wow.

  “Aunt Josephine, please watch Tommy while I speak with our guest.”

  “We’ll be fine. Won’t we, Tommy?” Tommy giggles and reaches for her glasses as if confirming what she said is true.

  Charles gently grabs my arm and begins escorting me back to my apartment. He waits until we enter before he speaks. His voice sounds like baritone dripping in sinister sexuality. The way he stalks me until I’m backed up against the wall most certainly isn’t helping things.

  His eyes cut through me as if he is searching for the truth in my face while he questions me. One finger toys with a strand of my hair. He is very gentle but it doesn’t take away from the sinister feel of it all.

  “You are a very inquisitive young lady.”

  It isn’t a question and the ripple of fear that travels up my spine ensures me that only the truth can save me.

  “Yes, I had to know.”

  “Go ahead,” he gently goads me.

  “I had to know… why?”

  He tilts his head as he continues to twirl the piece of hair.

  “Continue please.”

  “Why me?”

  “Are you questioning me, my judgment perhaps?”

  “No, it isn’t that.” Why do I feel the need to defend myself?

  Once again, his voice sounds like warm honey running into crevices of my being that I was unaware even existed until I heard that voice of his.

  “All those women…”

  “Oh… you have been a bad little girl. Such a curious little kitten you are. I’m going to have to keep a very close eye on you. No…let me reword that; I am keeping a very close eye on you.”

  This man is standing so close to me right now, I can smell the peppermint on his breath. He is dressed like a man of high class but it in no way changes the fact that he is the cause of all of the fear I am presently feeling. It is not the kind of fear that makes me want to run away, but the kind that makes me want to hang on for the adrenaline ride that is surely coming.

  This is the kind of rollercoaster ride that you pray and say just get me through and you’ll never ride again only to break your pact and go right back to it upon the next visit to the amusement park.

  My instincts tell me this man is a drug, a very addictive drug. He is still gently twirling a piece of my hair in his fingers and searching my face when, suddenly, he grabs the back of my neck, forcing my mouth to his. He’s taking this kiss, giving me no choice. I feel like I’m going to melt down into a wet puddle and drip down the wall into a pool of nothingness.

  He finishes kissing me and my eyes remain closed. I’m trying to take in what just happened when he shocks me yet again.

  “Open your eyes and tell me, how many men have you fucked, my curious little kitten?”

  At this point, my mouth is hanging open and he takes the pad of his thumb and pulls my lower lip as he stares into my eyes, daring me to lie.

  “I don’t like repeating myself; it warrants discipline when I have to. How. Many. Men. Have. You. Fucked?”

  He still has my lip pulled down but now he is forcefully pressing into it and there is a look of contempt on his face.

  “Only Tommy’s dad.”

  “Humph, not at all what I would constitute Dad material. Stay away from him,” he matter of fact mandates.

  “I don’t go around him. He has never acknowledged Tommy as his.”

  “I’m already very aware of what you do and don’t do as well as everybody involved in your life. It would serve you well to stop underestimating me.”

  He turns, walks away from me, and sits in the chair. Though his back is to me, he waves me over. I make my way across the room and stand in front of him.

  “Sit.” When I turn to make my way over to the sofa, he makes a clucking noise with his tongue and I turn to face him.

  “Here,” he points to the floor and continues spe
aking. “Here, in front of me, on your haunches, knees spread, and palms up.”

  I’m baffled and I hesitate because I think he must be joking. The look on his face clearly lets me know that he is no way kidding. I do as he asks, but more so out of curiosity than obedience.

  “Melanie, I’m not your garden variety male and though I have patience with you because I fully understand you don’t know me yet, I can’t guarantee how long that patience will persist before I find it necessary to discipline you. I’m a man who enjoys control in every area of my life. I most certainly demand it in the bedroom.

  “Is that why I’m here, to be your mistress?”

  He chuckles, as if he is amused by the statement, but I don’t understand why.

  “I’m not married and I most certainly would not subject myself to a mistress.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Google it. You Google everything else.”

  The look on his face is cold, calculating, and challenging. I look away due to the intensity of it.

  I begin fiddling with an imaginary string and when I sneak a look at him, he appears to be pleased with my uneasiness. This man I am looking at, sitting so at ease in the chair, is so far out of my league it’s intimidating. From his dark suit to his starched white shirt, his cufflinks that probably cost more than I would have made at my crappy waitress job in a year right down to his high dollar, high polished shoes, it all speaks of a need for perfection. I just can’t wrap my brain around why he would take a girl from the projects under his wing… or into his bed.

  I breathe in deeply, let out the air in my lungs, and before I lose the nerve to speak, I blurt out, “I don’t know why you would take a woman like me and bring her here. What do you want in exchange for taking care of Tommy and me?”