by Crimson Syn
I gasped and sat up. I looked behind me and went over to the window, the white sheer curtains slightly parted. “You can see me?”
“Shhh. Stay right there. Let me see you in the moonlight. You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that.”
“Drake,” I breathed, excitement coursing through my veins.
“I want to watch you as you cum for me, baby girl. Now lift that fucking skirt up for Daddy.”
I stared out into the night. Similar townhomes lined the street across from mine. Some were cast in shadow, others brightly lit. I glanced from one window to the next trying to see a shadow or some movement to indicate he was there, watching me. But I couldn’t see anything.
“You’ll never find me, Cassandra, but I found you. Just like I promised I would. Don’t run from me, I won’t hurt you.
“Drake, please.”
“Now show Daddy what he wants to see. Do it now.”
His deep rumble made my whole body vibrate and I stared at my reflection in the window, watching as I slid my hand down the silky fabric of my dress slowly bunching it up. His breathing got quicker, and the word yes slipped from his lips.
“Fuck. Show it to me, baby girl. Show me that sweet little pussy you tease me with.”
“Drake,” I breathed as I dragged the material up, exposing my pale pink panties.
“God, baby,” I could hear the deep strain in his voice and I knew he was sliding his hand across that hard bulge he had. “Now slide your fingers inside and play with it. Let me here those shaky moans as you touch yourself for me.”
I moaned involuntarily as I slid my fingers along my slick slit. He groaned along with me as I did as he asked, obeying his every demand.
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned.
“Drake,” I let out his name in a needy moan that made him grunt. The sound of his ragged breaths pressed to my ear sent an evocative thrill fluttering down my neck until it reached my core and I gave out a guttural cry.
“Yes! I can hear your excitement in your voice, sweetness. That shiver in your voice as you imagine my cock buried deep inside you, giving you what you need.”
Pinning the phone between my cheek and shoulder, I freed my hands. Swaying, I banged my hand against the window as my index finger sank inside of me. One then another as I imagined it was his fingers massaging me, his cock penetrating me.
His grunts echoed in my ear as he pleasured himself, fueling my desire. He held such power over me, it made me want to give him anything he asked for. It made me want to give him my whole being.
“Cum for me Cassandra,” he breathed. “Now, baby girl! Cum for me and show me just how much you want me.”
I cried out as my orgasm flowed through me, weakening my knees as I leaned into the window. My quivering breaths fogging up the window pane as my body spasmed in tiny aftershocks of pleasure. I heard as he came for me. He shouted my name and moaned so hungrily that I only melted as he proved his craving for me.
I turned, pressing my back against the cool window and sliding down to the floor. I pressed my thighs together, my pussy still throbbing quietly. His voice came back a few minutes later.
“I’ll always take good care of you, baby girl.”
“Drake,” I whispered, closing my eyes in deep shame of what he’d just made me do, yet yearning for more.
"You're so sweet, and sexy, baby. I'm bewitched by you, Cassandra. There's a reason you pulled me in and now I'm having trouble letting go."
He paused for a long moment and when his voice came back, dark promises came with it. “Fuck that! I’m never letting you go.”
“Drake,” I begged.
"You will be mine and not you, not anyone will get in my way."
The phone fell silent and I sat there, dumbfounded. A thrill ran through me and I hugged myself turning slightly toward the window. He’d found me and I knew he wasn’t going to let me be. There was no escaping him, and in truth, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
5
Cassandra
I was sitting at my desk the next night, trying not to fall asleep as I stared at the blur of numbers on my computer. Somebody had breached the security systems in Ravenhead and now I was in charge of changing passcodes and getting new swipe cards for all of my employees. It was nearing midnight and I had been too caught up with paperwork earlier to work on this. As I tried to keep my eyes open, I suddenly had that familiar feeling of being watched. But this time it was different. This time I felt the presence at my back and slowly, carefully, I raised my head.
The sensation both scared and excited me. The presence was so intense I couldn’t breathe let alone talk. I wanted to turn around and yell, scream for help, but I didn’t dare move. My curiosity overpowered me and I sat there, quietly waiting for him.
A few seconds later my chair was roughly shoved under my desk, and two arms appeared on either side of me, caging me in. I inhaled sharply and whimpered at the feel of his chest pressed against my back, his warmth and sharp notes of his amber fragrance engulfed my senses. His black tie fell across my left shoulder, the silky fabric softly brushing against the curve of my breast. My senses were heightened and I quickly realized I wasn’t afraid of his need for me. Of what he was doing to me, of what he wanted to do if I’d let him. But he also felt safe, he’d never hurt me, he said. And I suddenly believed that.
His heated breath tickled the side of my temple, making me bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together. I froze, my shoulders tensing, my hands gripping the edge of the desk watching as my knuckles turned white. I was like scared prey, frightened to make a sudden move lest the predator caught them and devoured them. I sat there, my eyes focused on his strong hands and long fingers. A light dusting of dark hair ran along the broad expanse of his sun-kissed skin and delved underneath the white cuff of his shirt, that peaked out from beneath his black suit sleeve.
His lips brushed the edge of my ear and I tasted blood as I bit down harder on my lip, keeping myself from whimpering. He trailed those lips along the rim and when he reached the lobe he slowly licked and nibbled on it causing me to gasp and lean back against him. My eyes closed, my head spinning with emotions as I finally felt his touch. He lifted a hand and dragged it up against my arm, I could feel his heat through the silky material of my wrap dress. His fingertips dragged the light material down until my shoulder was exposed. He groaned in my ear as he played with the strap of my black bra, snapping it against my flesh and causing me to squirm in my seat. My pussy begging for attention. Slowly, he dragged it down my shoulder as he had the dress.
I gasped as both his hands dragged my hair off my back, sending chills down my spine. He trailed his fingers along its length and wrapped it around his fist, tilting my head to the left and I took in a sharp breath as he ran light lingering kisses along the curve of my neckline. Kisses that were hot and wet, that aroused my whole being. His coarse beard swept across my cheek and as he nuzzled my neck I couldn’t help but shiver against him.
He hummed hungrily as he touched me, sending me into a deep state of arousal. I took slow, shallowed breaths as his kisses ran up my neckline and he tugged my hair to give him access as he ran his mouth along the back of my neck and coming to the other side. I felt so light in his hands, I felt like surrendering to him. When his tongue dragged along the curve of my shoulder and he bit down, I cried out for him.
His deep chuckle of amusement vibrated through me, causing me to grip his forearms. His hands gripped mine and then he spoke.
"Hmm. That's so you remember that you belong to me, baby girl. That I can find you anywhere. That I won’t let you go.”
His tongue traced my earlobe once again and I shuddered, loving his deep rumble. I slid back, but he suddenly backed away, his presence fading as I opened my eyes. I turned in my seat and searched the room, but he was gone.
Was I dreaming?
It was too real to be a dream.
I ran a hand down my neck and shivered. His kisses were still impregnated on my ski
n and his scent was still in the air. I wasn’t dreaming, he was really here, and just as quickly as he arrived he left me. I was aroused and a deep feeling of emptiness slowly crept into my loins. The intensity of the moment shattered me and I slumped down in my chair letting the tears slide down my cheeks.
DRAKE
I brushed a hand down my face as I left her area. My cock strained against my zipper, causing an agonizing ache as I walked toward the elevators. I needed to put as much distance between me and her as I possibly could. I wanted to turn back, to make her mine, but I needed to take it slow.
Fuck! She felt so fucking perfect in my hands and she’d tasted even better. The scent of oranges still lingered on my jacket and I inhaled and closed my eyes remembering her softness. She would have given herself to me if I’d asked. Her body was so in tune with mine. Stepping out of the elevator I took the short strides to my car. Placing my hand on the handle, the door opened for me and I slid into the soft leather seats of the Cadillac. Gripping the wheel and taking deep breaths, I stared ahead. She was going to be my fucking undoing. I wasn’t able to concentrate all day knowing she was so close.
My eyes fell across a small envelope in the crevice of my windshield. Looking through the rear-view mirrors I didn't notice anyone. Carefully, I got out of my car. I was fully aware of my surroundings, my hand on the gun I carried, tucked in my holster on the side. I reached over and grabbed the envelope. Opening it slightly, my eyes narrowed at the sight of a small flash drive inside. I raised my gaze, searching the parking lot, but it was empty. Only a few cars were left in the lot. My girl would eventually call for a car to come pick her up if she hadn't done so already, and I would follow it back to her place as I had done since I first found out where she lived. I'd wait until she got in and then I'd disappear without her knowing.
I slid back into my car and pulled out, parking my car in the shadows towards the back lot yet facing the entrance. As I waited for her to come out, I took out my laptop. Turning it on, I quickly inserted the flash drive. A window came up with one file folder that stated, Open Me. I clicked on it and watched as Cassandra's pretty face and body filled the screen. A video of her on the bed, gyrating her hips, then her documents, her badge number, social security number, her fucking address. At the end of the video, there was a message.
Keep the fuck out of my way or your precious, baby girl, will disappear.
My blood boiled as I stared at the screen. Yanking out the flash drive I nearly crushed it in my fist. Motherfucker had hacked my private account. Or hers. He must have been watching me. But How? I was extremely thorough with my firewalls. This wasn't a simple task. As I stared out into the empty parking lot a car pulled up. There was no way I was letting her get into that car. I didn't know who the fuck was in that car. They could harm her. Take her away from me.
I didn't think twice, I revved up the engine and darted to the main entrance. I watched as she came out, she tugged her black coat around her as the wind picked up. She rushed over to the car but stopped short as I pulled up in front of him.
Getting out I poked my head through the passenger side door. “She won’t be needing a ride.”
A young man looked back at me, his eyes narrowing on me. He was actually sizing me up. “Unless the lady tells me any different, I’m staying put.”
I grimaced and straightened looking over the hood of the car at the lady in question. Her eyes met mine and she tilted her head, questioningly.
“Get in my car.”
“I don’t know you.”
I came around the car and stood before her. She gasped as I cupped her cheek. “Get in my car, baby girl.”
“Drake?”
“Come.”
I took her hand in mine and she let me guide her to my car. I paused and looked at the kid again. “She won’t be needing a ride.”
“Fuck,” he sighed and I pulled out a twenty.
“For your troubles, kid.”
He nodded, took the money and slid out. I was left alone in the empty parking lot with my girl. I paused for a moment, coming to terms with what I had just done. I turned to her and she looked up at me, her eyes wide and innocent.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, before leading her to the passenger side. She paused before getting in and turned to me.
She searched my face for a minute and then spoke. “How did you find me?”
I shook my head. "I'm not up for questions, baby girl. I need to get you home safely. Get in."
I reached behind her and opened the car door. She hesitated for a moment, but slowly slid in. I leaned over her and clicked her seatbelt in place, my fingertips brushing against her breasts as she leaned back. She gasped as I turned my head, our lips barely touching.
“Sit still, precious.”
She nodded and held her breath as my fingertip glided along the silken fabric of her shirt. The nipple tightened against the pad of my thumb and I growled pressing my forehead against hers.
“Fuck, baby girl. I need you so much.”
“Stop teasing me,” she breathed and gripped my wrist. I looked at her and her eyes shot to my mouth. She licked her lips and I nearly faltered. Gripping onto the seatbelt I closed my eyes and counted to ten, inhaling her as I did. Then I pulled away, slamming the door and leaning against it for a moment. My cock throbbed in my pants, my heart was in my throat. That was twice tonight I nearly broke. I was the one who had to break her in, not the other way around.
“Fuck!” I slammed the hood of the car and walked around it. Frustration set in and I let it consume me as I tore the door open. I rather she thought I was pissed off at her, than horny as fuck for her.
I felt her eyes on me as I pulled out of the parking lot. I wanted to say something, but I opted for silence instead. I heard her sigh and she slid back in the seat. I quickly glanced over at her and noticed she’d closed her eyes. Her lashes were long against her high cheekbones. Her lips were slightly parted and a soft shade of pink lip gloss still lingered on them. I groaned inwardly wanting to run my tongue against their plumpness.
I gripped the steering wheel and focused on the road. About five minutes in, her soft voice filled the silence.
“Can you at least tell me your last name?”
I clenched my jaw, wanting to tell her so much more than that. After a moment I responded. “Archer.”
“Archer,” she whispered. “It’s nice to meet you, Drake Archer.”
I smirked at the irony of her words. “It’s nice to meet you too, baby girl.”
She hummed and turned her head, facing the window. She somehow understood that I couldn’t give her any answers and she didn’t press me for them. Yet she trusted me enough to take her home, and that was a step forward I was willing to take.
6
Cassandra
I woke up the next morning feeling a bit out of sorts. My neck and back ached from hunching over the desk for so long the day before. I looked over at the clock that told me it was nine in the morning. It was Saturday and gratefully, I didn’t have to go into the office today. I stretched out, enjoying the coolness of the white cotton sheets against my body. I had splurged on the Egyptian Cotton a while back and was happy to be engulfed in two hundred plus thread count and a very warm goose feathered duvet. The weather was getting bitter in New York and as I slid my hand out of the covers to grab my phone I shuddered from the cold. The damn heater was probably not working again. I needed to get the janitor to look at it before the winter came.
I swiped open my phone and glared at the text message in front of me.
Drake: Get up, get dressed, and meet me out front.
“So bossy,” I moaned and brushed the covers off me slowly. The cold air hit my shoulders and I shivered and groaned.
“He’s going to have to wait,” I murmured, checking my phone again and going through messages. A message popped up only a few seconds later.
Drake: Are you playing with me?
Cassandra: How did you get
your name to pop up on my phone?
Drake: I saved my number while you were sleeping in my car.
Cassandra: Well I’m not ready to go out into the world just yet. I’m tired and hungry.
Drake: Fine.
I stared down at the screen and shook my head. Last night he had appeared out of nowhere. He’d first aroused all my senses and then he’d dragged me into his car only to give me the silent treatment all the way up to my door. Sure, I fell asleep for half the ride, but still…he could’ve at least given me something to go on. I bit my lip and opened the Internet search box. I typed in his name and waited. His profile came up within seconds and I gasped as I realized who the fuck Drake Archer was.
Head of Security at Ravenhead Corporation. He was also an eligible bachelor, one of the three who ran the corporation. He had graduated Suma Kum Lauda from Columbia University majoring in Legal Business. He was also ex-FBI which explained the whole stalking situation I currently found myself in. When he said he’d find me, he wasn’t playing around. Knowing he used to be one of the good guys softened the blow a bit, but I was still apprehensive.
The knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I groaned and slowly slid out from under the covers. I stumbled down the hallway and stretched as I came up to the door. Peering through the peephole, I frowned. There was a man wearing a blue uniform and a baseball cap that read, Yankees, along the front. He held two packages. One was a small white bag, the other was a large white box.
An alert rang on my phone and I looked down to find Drake’s name strewn across the top. I quickly opened his messages.
Drake: Open the door. He’s fine. I had to leave, so I sent him in my stead. He’s got a few items for you.
Cassandra: You sure do know how to put me on edge and confuse me.
Drake: I want to do so much more than that to you. Now open the door.
