Next to Always: Shattered Innocence Trilogy Book Two

by A. L Long

  With the other hand she began pumping him while returning her anxious mouth to his cock. Taking him deeper into her mouth, she began humming as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Even though Rade didn’t say a word, she knew he was enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. His hips were moving to the up and down movement as her mouth took more and more of him. Chloe increased her pace, all the while her slim finger pushed deeper in and out of his tight entrance, keeping in sync with her assault on his cock. Chloe felt the first sputter of his cum as it hit the back of her throat. She took more of him in her mouth until she sucked and licked him dry. When she was satisfied that he was spent, she pulled her mouth from cock and climbed on top of him. Angling him just right, she guided his shaft inside her and began riding him. His cock was still hard and the friction of her tight pussy caused him to get even harder. No matter what he did to try and think about something else, he couldn’t push back the climax he was so close to hitting again with this woman. A few more strokes of her wet pussy and he exploded with such force that his scream of release could be heard for miles. “You will learn to love me, Rade, as much as I love you.” Chloe knew he still desired her. He couldn’t deny it, no matter what he felt for Dylan. Soon Dylan would be history and his only thoughts would be of her

  Chloe kissed Rade gently on the lips before she climbed off of him. When she left the room, he began pulling at his restraints. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he yelled. “Don’t leave me, beautiful. I need more.” The drug left him begging for more. Not even the pain in his ribs could stop his desire for this woman.

  Chloe returned to the bed, fully naked, carrying a bowl with chocolate covered strawberries and a container of whipped cream. “I thought we would have a little snack before we started round two,” she said as she crawled into bed next to Rade.

  Rade smiled up at Chloe with lust in his eyes. Chloe dipped strawberry after strawberry in the white cream and feed it to him. Sometimes she would purposely miss his mouth so she could lick the whipped cream from the side of his lips. Once they were finished consuming the bowl of strawberries, Chloe placed the empty bowl and the whipped cream on the nightstand. She was ready for round two.

  Pulling a scarf from her purse, she placed it over Rade’s eyes and secured it tightly behind his head. Straddling his body, she whispered in is ear, “I’m going to trust you, Rade. I’m going to free your arms. I need to feel your mouth on me and your hands on my body. If you hurt me in any way, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

  Rade nodded his head. No way could he hurt her. Shifting her body, Chloe placed her legs on either side of Rade’s head, making sure her pussy was in line with his mouth. She lowered herself just enough so that Rade could feel her folds touch his lips. His tongue darted out as be began to lick and taste her. While Rade pleasured her, Chloe lowered her body slightly so that she could wrap her mouth around his hard cock. She wouldn’t have normally enjoyed being in this position, but with Rade being the one licking and sucking her pussy, it was soon to be one of her favorites.

  They continued their assault on each other. Just when she felt Rade close to orgasm, she moved down his body, straddling him so that her back was facing him. In this position she could feel his cock hit her g-spot just right. Placing her hands behind her on his chest, she began pumping up and down on him harder and faster. She could feel the tip of his cock hitting her cervix every time she went down on him, causing her to come closer and closer to her own release. “Oh God, Rade, I’m going to come. Fuck,” she moaned as her orgasm gave way. Leaning back so that her back was resting on his chest, she felt Rade’s hands on her breasts. He began gently caressing and tweaking her nipples. She wanted this man more than anything. Slowing her movement, she carefully turned her body so she was now facing him. She took him in as she increased her movements. She knew he was trying hard to control his own release, but she knew he couldn’t. He only had so much control. With her fingers she took hold of his taut nipples and began rolling them between her fingers. Her lips met his and she forced her tongue into his mouth. Rade took hold of her tongue and tried to bite down. “You’re a bad boy, Rade. Remember what I said,” Chloe said.

  Chloe tweaked his nipples harder, showing him that she was in control. Removing one hand, she reached behind her and grabbed his sac and squeezed it tightly. She knew he was close as she felt his sac begin to tense. Riding him harder and faster, his loud groan alerted her to his release as she felt his seed spill into her.

  Fully spent, Chloe removed his blindfold and once again restrained his hands before she headed to the bathroom to clean herself. When she got back to the bedroom, Rade was staring at her with confusion. “Why are you doing this, Chloe?” Rade asked.

  “Because you belong to me now, Rade. I’m going to show you how much you truly love me until you can admit it to yourself,” Chloe chanted.

  “I don’t deserve you,” Rade declared.

  Chloe wished she keep him on the drug forever. She knew the day would come when she needed to know his true feelings. He was going to be hers no matter what. Eventually he would forget about Dylan. Chloe would make sure of it. There was no way that she would or could ever let him go.

  Nuzzling beside him, Chloe draped her leg across his stomach. She wished that he could engulf her into his arms, but she couldn’t risk the drug wearing off and him escaping. So she convinced herself that as long as she was near him and could feel his body next to hers it would be enough, at least for now. Kissing his chest, she looked up at Rade. His eyes were elsewhere, staring at the ceiling thinking about who knows what. Pulling his face towards her until their eyes met, Chloe ran her hand along his cheek. “I know what you desire, Rade. I know you will come to understand why I am doing this. You will love me one day, even though you can’t admit it now. We will be together.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  It had been six days since Dylan had heard from Rade. Richard was doing everything he could to find him. Alex took a short term leave of absence from BlackStone and no one knew where he was. Richard had Peter’s men watching Chloe’s and Alex’s apartment, but there was no sign of either of them. It was like they fell off the face of the earth. The items that Dylan found in Alex’s desk were no help either. It was getting harder and harder for Dylan to concentrate on work. She spent most of the time working late, not getting anything done. It became her only escape from Rade’s penthouse, where everything reminded her of him.

  Richard stopped by the penthouse to find that Dylan still hadn’t left for work. It was nearly one o’clock in the afternoon and she was dressed in one of Rade’s white dress shirts and a pair of shorts. When Dylan answered the door, Richard could tell that she hadn’t been taking care of herself. Her eyes had dark circles around them and her small frame looked even smaller.

  Without a word to her, Richard headed into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He began pulling various items out and setting them on the counter. “What are you doing, Richard?” Dylan asked.

  “This is ridiculous, Dylan. I’m not going to let you wither away to nothing. I am going to fix you something to eat and you’re going to take a shower and pull yourself together,” Richard scolded.

  “I don’t want to take a shower and I’m not hungry,” Dylan croaked.

  Without hesitation, Richard slung Dylan over his shoulder and took her to her room, where he entered her bathroom. Still holding her tightly as she tried to get free, he reached into the shower and turned the shower on to its coldest setting. He carefully set her inside the shower and held the shower door closed as she screamed, “What the fuck, Richard? This water is frickin cold.”

  “Good. Maybe it will knock some sense into that pretty little head of yours and let you realize that you aren’t doing yourself any good moping around and not eating. Rade needs you to be strong more than ever,” Richard declared. “You’re going to finish your shower, get dressed in more appropriate clothing, and then eat a good healthy meal. Do you understand?”

 
; “Yes,” Dylan cried. She felt like a child the way Richard was treating her. She knew he was right. She wasn’t doing Rade any good by giving up and letting herself go to waste. She needed to be strong for both of them. Richard will find him. He will come back and he will be okay.

  When Dylan appeared in the kitchen, she looked more like herself except the dark circles that were still evident under her eyes. Richard told her to sit and handed her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Nothing like vitamin C to get you going.

  Picking at her plate of food, Richard finally told her, “Eat, Dylan.”

  She was so startled by his voice that every emotion she was trying to keep hidden from him came out. Her tears began falling and she began mumbling in incoherent sentences. Richard stepped over to her side and tried calming her down. When she finally stopped crying, she began telling Richard what she was unable to get out earlier.

  “I’m afraid for him, Richard,” she whimpered. “What if something really bad has happened to him? You have to find him.” Dylan began crying again as Richard pulled her closer to his side.

  “We will find him, Dylan, and he will be okay. I think it’s time to try calling him again. Maybe he’ll be able to talk,” Richard said.

  Dylan waited patiently while Richard dialed Rade’s number. Richard put the phone on speaker so that Dylan could hear Rade’s voice. He cautioned her to be quiet in case they were listening on the other end. The phone rang five times; Richard was ready to give up when Rade’s voice came over the speaker.

  “Hello, Richard,” Rade said.

  “Hello, sir. I wanted to touch base with you and see how everything was going at Je ne sais pas. I wanted to make sure you didn’t have anything pressing that you needed me to take care of,” Richard questioned. He needed to keep the game going to make sure his captors didn’t get wind that he knew Rade was taken.

  “There is something I need you to do for me,” Rade began trying to choose his words wisely. “Can you get Gwen to purchase a gift for Mr. Wood? I believe his birth date is August 15, 1969. Have her get something appropriate to his age.”

  “Will do, sir. Anything else?” Richard asked.

  “Yeah, give him a bottle of champagne from my personal stock.” Rade said before Alex pulled the phone from him, hanging up on Richard.

  “The next time he calls, you need to tell him that you’re going to be out of range for awhile and that you will call him. These conversations are getting too risky,” Alex sneered. Even though Chloe had him purchase a GPS jammer, he still wanted to take extra precautions.

  Dylan looked at Richard, confused. “You know something, Richard. What is it?”

  “I’m not certain, Dylan, but I think Rade may have given us another clue as to where he is. Let me borrow your laptop,” Richard asked.

  Dylan walked over to the dining room table and unplugged her laptop from the charger. Bringing it to Richard, she handed it over to him and sat next to him at the breakfast bar. Richard plugged in the date August 15, 1969. The search engine began to light up with the anniversary of Woodstock. It made sense to him. Mr. Wood, Rade’s champagne stock, which he knew Rade never kept. The town Bethel, NY came up as the town that held the Woodstock Festival. That had to be where Rade was. He just needed to find out where in Bethel he was.

  Dylan wasn’t sure what Richard was looking at. She didn’t even know what Woodstock even was. “What is it, Richard? What did you find?” Dylan asked.

  “I think Rade may be in Bethel, New York. The date he mentioned and the gift for Mr. Wood, it all leads to this town. I need to get in touch with Peter. If Chloe or Alex have any ties to Bethel, he will be able to find it. This is the best clue yet. Without a way to track him, we have to rely on his clues,” Richard explained.

  “What can I do, Richard?” Dylan asked.

  “Nothing. Not right now at least,” he added when he saw the look on Dylan’s face. He didn’t want her involved in this. He couldn’t risk her getting hurt.

  Dylan nodded. Richard rose from his seat and went into the other room as he contacted Peter. He filled Peter in on what he found. If there was anything in Bethel, Peter would find it.

  It was getting late and there was still no word from Peter. Richard ordered dinner while Dylan tried to make herself useful. She searched every possible combination she could think of on her laptop. Finally, she searched one last name, hoping something would come up. She typed Meredith Chandler in the search engine. The name gave her several hits. The first one had to do with her accident. Every link turned up something that Dylan already knew. It wasn’t until she got to the second page that she found something. It was an obituary for a Sally and Lawrence Chandler. Dylan clicked on the link, hoping it would lead her somewhere. Then she saw it. It talked about their community involvement, with the town of Bethel. It described their life there and their family. Dylan went on to read about their commitment to the town. It even showed a picture of the family participating at the town fair. Dylan looked at the caption below the picture. Fifth annual Cherry Pie winners. Front row: Nathan Chandler, Meredith “Airy” Chandler, and pet “Gracie.” Back row: Sally Chandler and Lawrence Chandler. They looked like such a happy family, Dylan thought to herself.

  Jotting down the names, she returned to the site to see if there was anything else she could find. Typing in Bethel town records, she wrote down the number to the county clerk and recorder. Her only hope was that they would be able to tell her where Sally and Lawrence lived. Just maybe there was a connection to Alex that would tell her where to look.

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  Dylan was restless. Looking at her alarm clock every hour was driving her crazy. She knew morning wasn’t going to come any sooner with her watching the clock. She decided to go to Rade’s library and pick out a book that would surely put her to sleep. Reaching the door, she pushed the door open and turned on the light. She began scanning his collection of books. “Pride and Prejudice, too good. To Kill a Mockingbird, all time favorite. The Arts of the Sailor, that’s it,” she said as she pulled the book from the shelf.

  If this book didn’t put her to sleep, nothing would. Climbing back into bed, she began reading the ins and outs of knot tying. Before she got to the fifth page, she was out.

  The minute her alarm went off the next morning, she screamed at herself, wanting only to snooze for ten more minutes. Her mistake was, she turned the alarm off, causing her to sleep past her usual seven o’clock wakeup time to a late ten o’clock. “Oh shit,” she said as she hurried out of bed. Dylan picked up her cell and saw there were no missed calls for Keeve or Mason. Finding the number, she dialed Keeve to let him know she would be the office in the afternoon.

  Stumbling to the kitchen, she saw that coffee was already made. Pouring herself a cup, she thought about how much she missed having her first cup of coffee with Rade. Taking a sip of the hot liquid, she pushed those thoughts away as she took the number for the county clerk that she jotted down. Taking a seat on the couch, she dialed the number.

  “Sullivan County clerk. This is Nina. How can I help you?” the clerk asked.

  “Um, yes. I was wondering if you could give some information regarding someone that use to live in Bethel, NY. I need to find out if they owned a home there and who the current owner is,” Dylan began. “The name is Sally and Lawrence Chandler. Can you pull a chain of title for me too?”

  “Let me see what I can find out. Can I place you on hold for a moment while I check?” the clerk asked.

  “Yes, I’ll hold,” Dylan responded.

  A few minutes later the clerk returned to the phone. “I think I found the information you requested. It looks like the property was owned by Sally M. and Lawrence A. Chandler until 2001. From there it was deeded over to Nathan P. Chandler and Meredith M. Chandler. About two years later it looks to have been quit claimed to Meredith M. Chandler,” the clerk explained. “This is weird.”

  “What is it?” Dylan asked, before letting the clerk continue.

  “We do
n’t see this very often, but it looks like the property was put into a trust. It looks like the executor was Nathan P. Chandler. The next change of ownership happened about five years ago. It shows a David Wu as the current owner. There hasn’t been a change of hands since then,” the clerk finished.

  “Can you tell me where the property is located?” Dylan asked.

  “Yes, it is located at 325 Lemon Brook Road, near Black Lake. Is there anything else I can assist you with?” The clerk asked.

  “No, thank you. You’ve been very helpful,” Dylan responded before hanging up.

  Dylan needed to get in touch with Richard. She had to tell him what she found. Just as she grabbed her cell, she heard the front door open. Richard walked through the door carrying a nicely packaged box of gourmet donuts. Before he had a chance to set them on the counter. Dylan ran up to him.

  “Richard, I think I may have found out where Rade is. After what you told me yesterday, I did a little searching on the Internet.” Dylan began explaining to Richard the information she was able to put together during her search. “He’s got to be there, Richard. It all makes sense.”

  “You may be on to something, Dylan. It wouldn’t hurt to check it out,” Richard agreed. “If he is there, we need to make sure we are prepared. I’ll get in touch with Peter.”

  “I want to go with you, Richard,” Dylan pleaded.

  “I think it’s better if you stay here. I don’t know what we are going to be up against and I can’t risk you getting hurt,” Richard countered.

  “Please, Richard, I promise I’ll listen to you. Please let me go,”

  Richard knew it was against his better judgment, but he decided to give in and let her go. “You will do exactly what I say, Dylan. If at any moment I feel it is too dangerous or you defy me, I will send you back here. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Dylan said. “I won’t be any trouble. I promise.”

  Richard exited the kitchen and headed down to his apartment through the door in the kitchen. He needed to make a plan. The best way to do that was to contact Peter. Peter was an ex-military man like himself. With Peter’s security company, he knew Peter would be able to get enough men together.