by Faith Gibson
Chapter 16
Neil
Violet plunked down Neil’s third drink of the evening. Shit was getting real with the murder investigations. The Feds had already been called in, but Adam didn’t know that. The Captain had brought Neil in after hours to discuss everything they’d found. They had been gathering their own evidence on the side, and it all pointed to Adam being the killer. Neil knew better. He knew it was someone framing his partner, but what was he going to do? Tell them why Adam was being framed? If he did that, he was signing his own arrest warrant.
Neil felt guilty for not speaking up, but not guilty enough. What happened all those years ago was his fault. He was man enough to admit that, but he wasn’t man enough to admit it to his boss or federal agents. Self-preservation won out over loyalty to his friend. If things continued as they were, Neil would finally be out from under Adam’s thumb. The one thing he worried about was Adam being arrested and spilling his guts about that night. He shouldn’t worry though. It would be Adam’s word, the word of a serial killing cop, against Neil’s. There was no evidence of what happened that night. Neil had made sure of it.
Now, Neil was sitting in a bar getting ready to go fuck another woman. As much as the past was haunting him, he wasn’t about to pass up the chance at getting what he needed from Violet. He’d been impressed with the way she’d ridden his dick the last time they were together. Bitch had fucked like a pro. He almost screwed up and asked her if she had experience as a prostitute. He thought maybe the big guy at the bar had been her pimp. The man had a look about him that said trouble. That would have been the end of their little arrangement if he had. But damn, she could fuck and suck better than anyone he’d ever been with. She was so good he could overlook the ink on her body. What was a turnoff at first now added to her attitude.
Tonight, he’d once again got a room at the same hotel they visited the last few times, and he was going to find out if she had an edge where her sexual proclivities were concerned. Fucking was fine, but Neil was in a mood for more, and he needed to take his frustrations out on Violet. “What time do you get off?” he asked.
“I close tonight. You would know that if you called first.” She smirked at him before sashaying her ass over to the next table. The two men were eyeing Violet’s body blatantly. The one sitting closest to Neil ran a finger down Violet’s arm. When she didn’t pull away, Neil found his anger rising. When he got her alone, he was going to dispense a little extra pain just for that. He needed to make it clear that as long as he was fucking her, she kept that pussy away from any dick other than his. Bitch.
When she returned with a fresh drink, he said, “I didn’t call first because this is Thursday. If you were as smart as you thought you were, you’d realize I’m making a habit of this shit. Now, what fucking time is closing?” Violet raised her eyebrows at his tone. He wasn’t one to apologize, especially not to someone like her, but he was ready to unbuckle his belt and whip her. See his marks on her body. He needed the release doling out pain gave him. Neil reached out for her hand and pulled her closer. “Sorry. I’m just ready to get out of here.”
Violet stopped frowning, but she didn’t smile at him the way she usually did. “We close at midnight. I have to help clean up and stock the bar. I’ll be out of here around thirty minutes past. You get us a room?” she asked into his ear so others couldn’t hear.
“Yeah, I got us a room. Same one as last time. And Violet? Don’t be a minute past twelve-thirty.” Neil threw enough cash down to cover his tab. “You get your tip if you’re on time.”
“Fucker,” she whispered under her breath as she grabbed the cash.
Neil took his time finishing the whiskey. He followed the two men from the next table out the door and noted which vehicle they got into. If this was his jurisdiction, he would call in their license plate just because he could. He still could, but karma was raining down on him enough as it was lately. Motherfucking vigilante was keeping Neil’s ulcer on edge. He had to double up on the medicine just to be able to keep food down. The alcohol wasn’t helping, but it wasn’t an option not to drink. There was no other way to get through these days. That and fucking.
He headed to the shitty motel close to the freeway where he’d already paid for the same room he’d met Violet in the last few times. In the beginning, he hadn’t wanted to pay to see her, but the more he was with her, the more he was willing to spend a little cash to have her.Neil opened the trunk and pulled out the bag that contained the things he would need to assure they had a good time.
When Violet knocked, it was 12:29. He opened the door, and she pushed past him with an attitude. He didn’t take the bait. Instead, he said, “Same as last time. You strip then assume the position.” Violet rolled her eyes but pulled her T-shirt over her head, her tits spilling out of the too small bra she wore to maximize her cleavage, which in turn maximized her tip money from the horn dogs at the bar. They were nice tits, and he couldn’t wait to see the red marks he was going to leave on them with his belt. He’d never bothered to get into the floggers or the other expensive toys at first. His belt did just fine, but the more he experimented over the years, the more he liked to swap things up. He wasn’t what some people called a Dom. He was a little on the sadistic side, and he enjoyed inflicting pain.
When Violet was on the bed, he instructed, “Don’t fucking move.” She narrowed her eyes at him as he wrapped a tie around each wrist, binding her to the bed before he did the same thing with her feet. When he began gagging her mouth, she protested.
“No fucking way.” Violet shook her head side to side, but she was already tied to the bed, and her protests were short lived as Neil straddled her hips and managed to get the last tie wrapped around her head. He scooted farther down her body, admiring his handiwork. He slapped her left nipple and gauged her face for the amount of pain she could withstand. Her eyes widened but she didn’t whimper. He leaned over and sucked that same nipple into his mouth. Violet moaned at the pleasure until Neil bit the stiff tip. Violet bucked at the pain, but she still didn’t call out. He twisted the end hard, finally eliciting a cry from behind the gag. Excellent.
Neil climbed off the bed and slid the belt from the loops in his pants, doubling it up and slapping his hand to give her an idea of what he had in mind. Violet’s eyes widened, and she began pulling at her restraints, mumbling behind the gag in her mouth. He ignored her as he removed his clothes. Crawling between her legs from the end of the bed, he shoved his fingers into her pussy to see if she was turned on in the least. When his fingers came away soaking wet, he knew he was in for a good night. He licked at her wet pussy lips, sucking on her clit, and got her good and turned on before slapping his hand down on her mound. A moan came from her throat, and he slapped her pussy again. Her legs tried to close but the ties kept them spread good and wide for him. Neil rubbed his thumb across the slit of his cock and sucked the precum into his mouth.
Neil needed this release after spending all day chasing ghosts. The body of a serial killer had been found next to the shallow graves of the nine children he’d bragged about killing. How the vigilante found not only the killer but the graves of his victims didn’t sit well with those who’d been working the case for the last two years. The worst part was finding something far more telling than a tarot card. The killer had stabbed a knife into the victim’s chest, attaching a photo of Neil, Adam, and Charles. On the photo, he’d drawn nooses around each of their necks. Adam and Neil had made some shady deals over the years, but there was only one reason Neil could think of that the three of them would be targeted. Fuck! Why now? And how in the fuck had some goddamn vigilante found out about what went down?
Neil climbed off the side of the bed and raised the belt over his head, bringing it down across the outside of Violet’s thigh, not hard, but hard enough. “I’m going to whip you, Violet. I’m going to use my belt on you, and you’re going to like it.” The next strike landed across her tits. Her moans replaced her muttering. Her eyes were hooded
, as she kept them trained on his hand. He continued whipping the woman until his dick was ready to explode without him touching it. “Fuck, if you don’t make my dick hard wearing my marks. But you like my marks, don’t you?” Violet nodded her head, raising her hips in the air.
Tossing the belt aside, Neil climbed on top of the bed and slammed his cock into Violet, not bothering to see if she was wet. The friction from his thrusts would eventually lube the bitch up. Or it would have if he hadn’t shot his load on the second thrust. Goddamn, what a rush. He pulled out of her pussy and covered her stomach with his cum. The white liquid mixed with the red welts, painting an erotic picture.
All the while Neil was taking out his aggression on Violet, not once did she whimper. He’d never known a bitch who could take that kind of a beating and not at least have tears rolling down her cheeks. He reached up and pulled the gag out of her mouth. Instead of railing on him, she wiggled her jaw to work out the ache. He untied her legs first, then her arms. Violet sat up and began moving her limbs to get the circulation flowing. He’d been ready to get dressed and head home, but damn if he didn’t want to give her something for being so fucking tough. “You want me to get you off?” he asked her.
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the offer, though.” Violet stood and walked tentatively to the bathroom. She didn’t bother to shut the door. Neil could see her reflection in the mirror as she washed his spunk off her stomach, taking care around all the red markings. The sight of her pale skin streaked from his hand had his cock filling out again, but he’d inflicted enough pain on her already. He’d leave her be for the rest of the night. He had a wife at home he could fuck. At least the bitch better be at home.
Neil was tying his shoes when Violet came out of the bathroom. She silently began putting her clothes on without looking at him. They didn’t make small talk the last time they’d met, so he didn’t feel her silence had anything to do with how he’d behaved. Not that he actually gave a shit. She had met him there of her own free will. He didn’t tell her what he had planned, but once he got started, she hadn’t given any indication she was in distress. Bitch probably got off on it as much as he did. Just in case, he waited until she grabbed her purse and walked out the door before heading to his own car. When Violet was out of sight, only then did he get into his vehicle.
His phone pinged with an incoming text. Neil glanced at the message preview but didn’t bother opening the app to read the whole thing. He had something he needed to do that was more important than catering to his fucking partner. He turned his car toward the interstate and headed home. When he arrived thirty minutes later, he found Amanda piled up on the sofa drinking wine. “I’m going to take a shower. When I’m done, we’re going to fuck,” he informed her as he walked past. He didn’t need her smelling strange pussy on him. Besides that, after an evening of expelling his aggression, he liked to wind down under the steaming hot water. After drying off and brushing his teeth, Neil wrapped the towel around his waist and went in search of his wife.
Amanda was no longer the woman he married. She had allowed herself to gain weight over the last few years. The first time she caught him having an affair, she’d asked him why. The other woman wasn’t built any better or any prettier. It was one of the reasons she quit trying to keep herself looking good. She told him if he was going to fuck someone else that didn’t look better than she did, what was the point? He strode into the den and grabbed the remote, turning the television off. Amanda downed her wine, rose from where she was stretched out, and headed toward the bedroom. He wasn’t in the mood to lay her down and be nice.
“Stop. I want you bent over the sofa,” he demanded. He preferred fucking Amanda from behind where it was less intimate, and tonight was no different. She removed her panties, hiked up her gown, and bent over, spreading her legs. He grasped her hip with one hand while running his cock back and forth over her ass. It had been a while since he’d fucked her asshole, and tonight he was in the mood. Normally her pussy wasn’t slick enough to lube his dick, so he was surprised to find her wet when he slid his hand through her folds.
“You been playing with yourself without me?” he asked. He didn’t give a shit if she got herself off while he was gone. Didn’t give a flying fuck if she was dreaming of some hot actor when she did it, just as long as she was doing it herself and not letting some other man have what was his. That might be hypocritical, but he had needs she couldn’t satisfy.
“Yes. I wanted to be ready for you.”
Neil didn’t believe the bitch for a second, but he used her slickness to coat his cock before he pushed inside her fat ass. “Goddamn, that’s tight.” Neil grabbed both her hips, closed his eyes, and remembered the swing of the belt and the slap as it landed on Violet’s skin. Between the memory of the marks he left and the tight hole milking his dick, it didn’t take him long to come. Instead of pulling out like he had earlier with Violet, Neil spilled his seed inside his wife’s ass. When he was done, he pulled out, picked up Amanda’s panties, and wiped his dick off. The expensive underwear was the only thing he’d bought Amanda in recent years. He enjoyed the feel of the silk against his cock, and he often “borrowed” them when she wasn’t home to jack off with. Neil tossed the ruined underwear to the floor as he retrieved his towel and headed for the bedroom. After pulling on a pair of cotton sleep pants, he retreated to his office.
Only when he was alone with a bottle of whiskey did he bother to read the text from Adam.
Adam: We have a problem
Fuck! What now? Adam hadn’t been at the crime scene earlier when Neil found the photo. He’d not bothered to call his partner to tell him what he found. Figured he’d wait until the next day when they got to the precinct, after he told the two Federal agents working on the case. Adam would go off on him, but Neil was getting sick and tired of the idle threats Adam had been making lately. If Adam only knew the shit storm brewing, he would pack a bag and leave. Neil had been ready to retire and get away from Adam Murdock and anything that had to do with him. Now, all Neil had to do was bide his time, cooperate with the investigation, and pray the higher ups didn’t question the newspaper article.
Knowing he’d feel the wrath of Murdock in the morning, Neil turned his phone off and opened his computer. He hadn’t heard from Charles Cutler in over five years, but in light of the photo, it was probably time he reached out to his old friend.
Chapter 17
Cass
Call me ten kinds of a fool for what I’m about to do, but I have to see her. It’s been eight days since the last time I touched her, and that’s eight fucking days too long. I called and made an appointment, giving a false name. Lexie doesn’t see me until she calls me back to her chair. When she realizes it’s me, her eyes widen and her cheeks pinken. I thought there would be some hesitation about her, but Lexie surprises me when she smiles. It’s the first time I’ve seen her face light up.
Jesus, fuck, what am I doing?
When she holds out her hand for me to shake, I grin and play along, willing my cock to behave. “Mr. Smith, how are you today?” Yes, I gave a banal name, but it fits the game.
“Please, call me Eli.”
“Eli,” she says, trying it out for the first time. “What can I do for you?”
Get on your knees and suck my dick. Or better yet, bend over and let me sink into your slick heaven. “I need a trim. Oh, do you do beards too?”
“You’re going to shave it?” she asks, frowning.
“Not if you don’t want me to,” I say low enough so no one else can hear me. She’s staring at my mouth, and I curl my lip in a grin. Her eyes flash to mine, and she blushes again.
“How about I tidy it up a bit?”
“Whatever you want.” In that moment, the way she’s looking at me, it’s as if the whole world has disappeared, and we’re the only two souls left. If things were different, if I were different, I would give her whatever her heart desires. Like I said… ten kinds of a fool.
“Follow me,”
she says as she leads me to the back of the room where the sinks are. I sit there while she wraps a towel around my neck and lean back when she lowers the chair. I’ve never had my hair shampooed before getting it cut. It’s not dirty since I washed it in the shower, but once her fingers begin massaging my scalp, I don’t care why she’s washing it again. I almost moan when her nails scrape my skin. I roll my eyes up to find her staring at my face and not at what she’s doing with her talented hands. Her breasts are rising and falling with each breath she takes, her cleavage peeking out from the top of her blouse. Her pink lips are slightly parted, and the minty smell of her toothpaste mixed with cigarettes meets my nostrils. I inhale deeply. Since I can’t have the taste on my tongue, the scent will have to do.
“I could get used to this,” I admit aloud. She spends a few more minutes making sure my already clean hair is really clean. When she turns the sprayer on to rinse it, I close my eyes. Fuck, if she were mine… Don’t fucking go there.
Too soon, Lexie leads me to her station where she dries my hair with the small towel before wrapping a cape around my neck. She pulls a comb out of the sanitizer jar and slowly runs it through my hair. “Just a trim?” she asks, looking at me in the mirror.
“Yes, please.” I keep my eyes on her the whole time she’s working on me. Not that I don’t trust her. Surprisingly, I do, and other than Jared, I don’t trust anyone. Not even the men helping me get my revenge. But I do trust Lexie. She’s proven to me my faith in her isn’t misplaced. Since the first night I broke into her home, she has kept my secret. Our secret. The more I’m around her, the guiltier I feel about what I’m going to do to her.
