by M. S. Parker
“But you need to understand, there are certain things that tie our hands for now. Isadora is an adult. She hasn’t been missing for forty-eight hours. Trust me, we are keeping our eye out, but until we cross that deadline…”
“With kids, they say the first twenty-four hours or whatever…those are the golden hours. So why is it different with adults?”
“Because adults can, and do, just…leave.”
I hammered at him for another few minutes and then hung up. I had other names on my list. Powerful names who I'd gotten to know through my business transactions…and some through my more…private life. I didn't make any other calls though.
It wasn’t doing any good.
I had my own security out in force, combing the streets for her. I'd sent them out almost immediately after I'd talked to Doug. And actually, I'd gotten proof that the cops were looking for her. Just not officially. One of my men had run into a contact of his own the force and it turned out they were both doing the same thing. Looking for Isadora. My guy had texted me to let me know.
Tearing the city apart and threatening all the contacts I had – contacts I might need soon – wasn’t going to serve any purpose.
I needed to focus.
Needed to think.
But I wouldn’t be able to do that until I got rid of some of the energy, the anger inside me. There was only one way I knew to do that.
I picked up the phone and punched in a number.
A soft, throaty voice came on the line.
“Are you available?” I nearly barked out the words.
“Just say when, Sir.”
***
Sibella Hall was a sub I only occasionally used.
She liked her play…dark.
I rarely went that dark, but today, I needed it.
The hour I’d spent tying her had done more to focus my brain than anything else could have. Yoga, meditation – that was what any number of people in my line of work did.
I had sex.
And I had it rough.
The more stress I needed to relieve, the rougher it got.
When I really needed to clear my head, I had sex with a Sub when she was bound and helpless, unable to move anything, sometimes not even her mouth.
I didn’t gag Sibella this time, but I told her not to scream, not to moan. And I’d done that only because my mood was so dark, I didn’t know if I was going to push her harder than I should. I doubted it. I’d taken plenty of subs to their limits, but Sibella didn’t seem to have one. Still, I didn't gag her, just in case.
Once I had her bound securely, I moved to her head and wrapped her long ponytail around my hand.
She rolled her eyes to look up at me and I saw a familiar dazed look in them.
If I just jacked off and came right there, or had her take my cock in her mouth, fucking it until I emptied myself, she’d be more than satisfied. For Sibella, it was all about the submission. She was probably about ready to come and the only times I'd touched her had been to tie her up. And there hadn't been anything sexual about any of my touches.
I found myself thinking of Toni and frustrated need sank its teeth into me again. I needed more than just this.
“Open,” I growled.
She parted her lips and I surged inside.
Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on the wet cave of her mouth, how she sucked and used her teeth and tongue. She was an artist, even when she couldn’t use her hands–
I could still feel Toni’s nails biting into my shoulders. See her hands as they slid down my torso.
She’d never wait for a man to allow her to climax. I’d had to fight to keep her from taking it.
With a snarl, I tore away from Sibella, my cock pulsing, nearly painful with need.
She was panting. “Sir?”
“Be quiet!” I snapped. I didn't want to hear her voice.
I moved up behind her. She was bound on a specially designed sawhorse I'd ordered last year. Each leg, wrapped in red rope from thigh to ankle, was secured to the horse’s supports. She was wet, the lips of her bared sex open and vulnerable. Sibella always removed all of her body hair. Most of the subs I chose did the same.
Toni had a nice, neatly-trimmed thatch of hair, dark with just a hint of red and I…
Dammit! I shook my head, trying to clear it. I reached over to the side table and picked up the bottle of lubricant I always kept handy. I might like to get really rough with my Subs, but I wasn't cruel. I knew exactly how much preparation each Sub needed before each type of sex.
Fortunately for me, Sibella only needed a little and I knew just how to work it so that the lubricated finger slid in and out of her ass, drawing little suppressed whimpers from her as I twisted and curled it.
She was quivering by the time I mounted her. I pressed the head of my cock against her ass and paused.
“I want you to scream,” I said. Maybe the noise would pull me out of my head.
I slammed into her and Sibella’s high, needy scream echoed through the room. The muscles in her ass spasmed around my throbbing shaft. She loved taking it after very little prep and that was what I needed right now. I drove into her again, my balls slapping against her cunt.
Again, again, again…
In my head, Sibella had become somebody else. The furious sounds of her passion made it easier for that image to coalescence. Tired of fighting it, I let it happen. I spanked Sibella’s ass while I let the memories play out, let the new fantasies take over.
“Beg me,” I said out-loud.
“Please…please, Sir…Sir please…”
It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t her.
I brought my hand down on her naked ass, the round globes one of the few areas of her body I’d left untouched by the ropes. And exactly for this reason. “Keep it up. What do you want?”
Sibella’s low, throaty voice was almost – almost – a match for Toni’s. “I want you, Sir–”
I knew what was wrong. Why it sounded wrong. She hadn't done that.
“Don’t call me, Sir. Just…” I squeezed my eyes closed. When I heard her call me…I wanted it to be real. Now, I just needed release. “Tell me what you want.”
“You…fucking me. Just like this. Please, harder…harder…harder…I want to come, please, oh, please…let me…”
She lapsed into silence as her body stiffened, her ass tightening around me until it was almost painful.
She was close.
I knew the signs.
I should help. Get her to come so when I was ready…
A harsh gasp broke through my concentration, and I opened my eyes.
Toni stood in the open doorway to the room.
My playroom, the one I’d designed solely for my kind of sexual play.
Her eyes tracked down over my naked chest to linger on Sibella and where my cock was half-way in the other woman's ass.
Her mouth trembled.
I rotated my hips and drove deep and hard into Sibella, her ass a hot, silken glove, even through the condom.
Without taking my eyes off the petite woman in the doorway, I spanked Sibella again. “Beg me,” I rasped.
“Please, please, please, Sir!”
Toni’s eyes narrowed and her face flushed a hot, angry red.
As I brought my hand down on Sibella’s ass again, Toni spun on her heel and stormed away.
I buried myself balls-deep in Sibella's ass as she came…
Chapter 6
Toni
“That…that…that asshole!!” I said it through gritted teeth, and it wasn't even close to enough. There wasn't a word in the English language bad enough for the sort of person that bastard was.
Or for how fucking stupid I felt.
Shaking and hot with the anger inside me, I was almost all the way to the door when the phone rang.
I almost kept going.
I couldn't even explain why I stopped.
Maybe some part of me knew.
I hesitated and looked down the long ha
llway. Ash hadn’t even stopped, hadn’t even slowed. The fucker had his cock half in her ass and hadn't even blinked. In fact, he’d all but taunted me.
“Beg me…”
Like he wanted me to know what he wanted. Like he wanted me to know I’d come up short.
As if his exit this morning hadn't been enough to tell me that I hadn't measured up.
All those thoughts rushed through my head in a span of a second as I was turning to look at the phone. The name on the caller ID made my heart stop, then nearly burst out of my chest as I dove for the phone. I snatched it up, barely able to think.
“Hello?”
“I assume Mr. Lang has noticed that he’s…missing something.”
I sucked in a breath. “Who is this?”
A voice, disembodied and distorted, chuckled. “Now, now, Miss Gallagher. I’ll do the talking in this conversation. Is Mr. Lang available?”
Shaking, I lowered the phone and looked down the hallway, back to where…back to Ash. I shouted his name. He didn’t answer.
The screaming I’d heard earlier had gone silent. He must have told her to be quiet. She would've listened, of course. Because that was the kind of woman he wanted…I pushed the thought from my head. Not important.
A distant voice caught my attention and I stopped, lifting the phone to my ear as I started down the hallway. “I’m getting him.”
“No time for that, Miss Gallagher. I’m afraid you’ll have to work as the go-between for now.”
I shot another look down the hall and tried to walk faster. If I ran, I wouldn't be able to hear. Damn it, Ash…
My knees went weak as the man laid out his demands.
The line went dead.
Too late.
I sank to the floor and stared at the plush carpet beneath me. I tried to breathe, tried to steady myself.
But I couldn’t.
I ended up vomiting the entire contents of my stomach up on the floor.
Chapter 7
Toni
Thursday morning.
I mentally counted the days since Isadora had been kidnapped.
I wanted to puke.
Again.
As far as I knew, there hadn’t been any more calls, no more contact from the kidnapper. Not since Tuesday afternoon. Instead of a comforting blur, it was stark and clear. Every memory from the moment I'd seen Ash – Mr. Lang – through the rest of the day and into the night had been seared into my brain.
I hadn’t quite made it to my feet when Mr. Lang had appeared in the door, his jeans unzipped, a cruel smirk on his lips. “What are you…?”
That had been the last semi-civilized statement he’d said to me.
Everything else since then had either been shouted or snarled.
He'd been furious.
I hadn't deserved any of it. It hadn't been like I’d planned to walk in on his little kink-fest, and I’d sure as hell tried to get him on the phone. He had just been too busy, all balls-deep in the ass of his tied-up girlfriend.
Were they serious?
I didn’t know.
I didn't care, I reminded myself.
But even if I didn't care, I didn't understand why he was so pissed at me. I had tried to get to him in time. I'd told the cops everything the kidnapper had said. I'd remembered everything.
But still, it hadn’t been good enough.
Not surprising. A guy like him expected perfection, something I was sorely lacking in. I was also lacking in answers and he seemed to think I could pull those out of my ass.
The rest of the night's memories followed.
“Miss Gallagher?”
I tensed at the sound of my name. I hadn't been able to help it. I didn’t hate cops, didn’t distrust them, per se. But they’d made my life hell, had made my family’s life hell back when Vic had gotten in trouble. They'd assumed some of us – if not all of us – had been involved in the crap he’d been doing.
The FBI agent had noticed my flinch and had lifted a trim black eyebrow. Her skin had been a lovely shade of warm brown, and she smiled as she'd come into the room and sat down. “Don’t like cops, huh?”
“You’re with the FBI,” I'd said without thinking. “That’s actually scarier than the cops.”
She'd just chuckled. “You’re very blunt, Miss Gallagher…or is it Dr. Gallagher?”
“Not yet.” I'd grimaced at the thought of the final I'd had coming up the next morning and the notes I needed to study.
It hadn't ended up mattering. I hadn't gone in to take it. I'd still have a C even if I didn't retake the test. After a lifetime of perfection, one fucking C had barely even registered.
“Must be hard, working a job like this and still going to school.”
I'd shrugged. “I’ve always had to work. It’s nothing new.” I hadn't understood why she'd been asking about work rather than the phone call.
“I hear ya on that. I’ve been there.” She'd smiled. “Special Agent Dionne Marcum, by the way. Man, I tell you…I look around this place, see all this money. I had to do what you did, bust my ass all the way through, working a job, sometimes two, and there would be some of these kids with their silver spoon choking them as they complained about how hard it was getting up for a nine a.m. class.”
I'd leaned back, studying her. “I know the type.”
“You’re working for the type,” she'd countered.
“Isadora’s a doll. She’s not a complainer.” I'd blown out a sigh. “Please tell me you all have something.”
“I wish I could.”
Off in the distance, I'd heard Ash – Mr. Lang – his voice big and harsh. Dionne had grimaced. “That one isn’t a doll. Why'd you come in today?”
“Because she wanted me to do a job for her, and…” I'd stopped. It hadn't been easy to say. “I’m scared. I’m worried about her. Being here…well, I was hoping I’ll hear good news here, rather than something bad on the news.”
She'd continued to study me. She'd had a good game face, but hey, I’d grown up with Victor. I'd known when I was being played and I'd seen the wheels churning, see them spinning in her head. Tired of the game, I'd leaned forward, elbows braced on the edge of the desk. It was neatly organized, everything I needed within reach, including a computer that was so top of the line, I didn't think it was even on the market yet.
“Can I make this easy on both of us?” I'd said softly.
There had been just the tiniest break in her it’s just us girls mask. Then she'd cocked her eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Look…” I'd hitched up a shoulder. “I'll give you credit. You're good at this – really good. But you can stop with the trying to bond with me thing. Just ask your questions.”
The friendly look had drained out of her eyes and she'd cocked her head, indicated that I should continue.
“Let’s just say I had a good crash course when it comes to cops. I know a routine when I see one.” I'd given her a wry smile and shrugged. “You already pointed out that I’m blunt. I am. And I prefer it when people are the same with me. I gave your buddy over there everything the kidnapper said to me on the phone. What else do you want to know?”
“Fair enough,” Dionne had said, giving me an appraising smile. “So let’s look at it like this. You’re busting your ass through school. Had a job that made it…well, easier. Not easy, though. But you could study, and it let you take the time you needed. Then life kicks you in the face, and you lose that job, had to find another. Here you are, working with people in the lap of luxury. Isadora Lang? If she wanted to, she’d never need to do anything but spend money and she wouldn't run out. Isn’t that rough?”
“No. Why would it be?” I'd answered honestly and kept my eyes steady on her.
Dionne had leaned forward. “Toni, you have the smarts, drive and determination to do anything. But you had to work. You had a full ride offered to you, only to have it taken away because of things your brother did. That’s hardly fair.”
“Can I share a secret?” I'd dropped
my voice. “Life’s not fair. You learn to deal with it.”
She'd started to say something else and I'd lifted a hand. I was tired of it by then. They needed to be out trying to track down the caller, not questioning me about my life.
“Nothing else.” I'd said. “I get what you’re poking at. Somebody decided that it was plausible that I might have gotten drawn into this because I’m hard up for money. Somebody offered me easy money…nobody would be hurt. I just had to do what they asked…how close am I?”
Dionne had shrugged, her gaze shrewd. “Close enough that I imagine you watch a lot of Law & Order or NCIS. Plenty of people get the rough idea of what they think happens, Miss Gallagher.”
“Yeah, well. I lived it.” Thinking about what happened with Victor had been enough to turn my stomach. If I'd had anything left in it, I might've thrown up again. “I lived it. It almost destroyed my family. If you think I would do something like that…”
She'd nodded and rose from her chair, heading toward the door. Halfway there, she'd paused and looked back. “If it helps? Personally, I don’t think you would. But personally can’t come into play here. It’s about the job and what can be proved.”
We'd stared at each other for a moment and then she'd nodded, turned around and left.
Things hadn't gotten any better from there. Like right now. It was Thursday morning and I was back at the Lang house, trying to find out what was going on. No one had told me anything.
I hovered outside the office, hardly daring to breathe. I had my eyes closed, and I kept having to unclench my hands from the fists I’d unconsciously knotted them into.
I wanted to barge inside and demand to know what was going on.
Not that it would do much good. Mr. Lang wasn’t talking to me. He hadn't since he'd screamed at me two days ago.
So I was reduced to this. Sneaking outside the door to Mr. Lang's office. Just beyond the door, I could hear people talking.
“…sorry. There was just no reason to hold him.” It was one of the FBI agents. I couldn’t remember the name.
“What do you mean you had no reason to hold him?” Ash snapped. His voice I knew. Even if I wished I didn't.
