Her Carnal Games Series

by Chanel Ivy

  He pulled Todd’s chair upright again and put the knife to his neck.

  “Move, and I slit his throat from ear to ear,” he said in a thick South African accent.

  “All right. You’ve got me. I won’t move. Just please don’t hurt my son,” I pleaded.

  Tears poured down Todd’s face, and the smell of panic filled the room overpowering even the fetid rotting fish stench.

  My eyes darted from Todd’s captor and around the room, quickly looking for any option to get us out of this, but I saw none. I stood motionless with my hands up, unable to do anything at the moment to save my son, and it tore me apart inside.

  A buzzing noise filled the eerie silence of the small boathouse, and the kidnapper fished in his pocket with his free hand to pull out a phone before he answered it. He spoke in a language I didn’t recognize, but I knew he sounded rushed and angry before he flipped the phone closed and put it back in his pocket.

  “Here’s what we’re going to do...”

  A soft thunk noise filled the tiny room, and the man dropped to the floor in a heap. A pool of dark red blood pooling around where his head settled on the grimy floor.

  Matt appeared in the same doorway I had entered from holding a handgun with a large silencer attached to the end that was still smoking. I relaxed, knowing that we were safe and rushed the body of the fallen abductor to secure his knife and cut Todd free.

  Todd wrapped his arms around me so tightly I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. I had my son back safely in my arms.

  Matt holstered his weapon and hugged the two of us. “I’m sorry to break this up, but you need to get back to the tender. I have to take care of the rest of the guys that are about to dock,” Matt said in quiet rushed tones.

  “What do you mean? You understood what he said?” I asked, understandably confused.

  “Yes, it was Zulu. A fairly common South African language. The Emerald will be here in less than fifteen minutes. Get to the boat, stay there, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

  Todd and I did as we were instructed.

  I cleaned Todd’s face and hands with some fresh water and made sure he wasn’t injured at all. He was shaken but not harmed physically.

  “I’m sorry, Mom. I don’t know what happened. One minute I was taking pictures of birds, and the next that man was dragging me away, and I couldn’t stop him,” Todd whimpered into my chest as I held him.

  “It’s okay, sweetie. You didn’t do anything wrong. We’re going to get you back to the boat, and we’re going home as soon as we can.”

  Todd looked up at me more scared than I had ever seen him before. “That man is dead, though, right? Matt shot him?”

  “Yes. That man will never hurt you again. I promise.”

  “But why? Why did he take me? What was he going to do with me?”

  “I’m sorry, honey, there’s a lot I haven’t told you about Emma’s past. You really didn’t need to know, but after this, I think you should.”

  I continued to relay every detail of what I knew from Emma’s history. I started with Emma being sold by her mother at seven to The Company all the way through what happened recently with Innocence Inc. and Mila Muller. Todd was enamored that he had no idea we were hiding all of this, but surprisingly, he understood why we didn’t tell him. I was amazed at his acceptance of everything. I guess I can thank movies and comic books for deadening my son’s resolve to the odd crap that could happen in the world.

  It was almost an hour before Matt returned, and when he did, he was entirely out of breath but had a smile on his face.

  “I guess by the grin you’re wearing, it went as planned?”

  “Yep. Innocence Inc. came through with additional backup, and the Emerald is all clear. There were twenty children on board, and they are all being turned over to the authorities. All in all, it was a good night. Oh, and the raid in the Florida Keys went off without a hitch too. Thirty more children saved, and seven of The Companies’ associates were apprehended at the same time. There was also a successful raid on a major financial hub for The Company in New York. Tonight, was a huge victory in bringing them down, Mia. You and Emma should be proud of all the work you’ve done to help us. You too, Todd, even if you didn’t know about it,” Matt laughed.

  “We didn’t do much. We just gave you access to the information we had so you all could do the right thing,” I smiled back at Matt.

  Todd looked slightly confused as his eyes darted between Matt and me. “Wait... what did I do?” Todd questioned.

  Matt laughed and fluffed Todd’s hair playfully. “Your tablet, the one you got back from the police when your dad’s house was robbed. I did a scan on it and noticed the virus on it first. That led me to dig deeper into the other computer equipment your dad recovered from the robbery. The Company that did all this, the ones kidnapping and selling kids, they put stuff on your dad’s computer to keep an eye on him, and I created a back door to find them. That’s how we were able to bust them in Florida and New York tonight, my man.”

  “Holy crap. That’s awesome! Are you like a spy or something?” Todd asked animatedly, making us all laugh.

  “You could say that,” Matt responded.

  Chapter 12

  The one day we had in the Philippines was enough vacationing for me for a while, so I was more than happy to be back at Emma’s house. We didn’t tell David and Henrietta the real reason we were cutting the trip short. We said there was an emergency back home, but that they were more than welcome to finish out the week on the boat together. They were happy to stay just the two of them.

  Matt found out that the stewardess from the yacht that left sick recently received a five-thousand-dollar wire transfer from a bank account in the Cayman Islands. As far as he could tell, it wasn’t associated with The Company, though. I knew she was the one who planted that cell phone in our room. I just didn’t know why or who she did it for. Even with The Company slowly crumbling to pieces, there was still someone out there that wanted to hurt Emma and me. We still had to be cautious, but from whom?

  When we arrived home, I also found out that Daisy had been arrested for domestic violence against Ben, and he had filed for divorce. Shocker. She couldn’t just take my advice and have a civil discussion with Ben about their relationship and mutual respect for each other’s desires in life. Or maybe she did, and it turned into her beating the crap out of him.

  If I knew one thing about Ben, it was that he would never hit a woman. I was never fearful of that myself when we were married. He was more into head games and toying with your emotions. So, it didn’t surprise me that when Daisy attacked him, he didn’t fight back. He let her hammer away at him with all of her rings on until the police showed up. Supposedly it took three officers to pull her off of him and subdue her.

  Todd wanted to spend some time with his dad since he was going through a rough patch, and I agreed. As long as he didn’t say anything about what happened in the Philippines. Also, mum was the word on anything about The Company or how Ben was linked to them with his business dealings. Todd was given specific instructions to keep his father out of the house as much as possible. He was to stay away from the computer equipment, which he understood wholeheartedly after what he went through. We weren’t risking The Company listening in on Todd if we could help it, but he still needed to spend time with his father.

  Matt went back to work with Innocence Inc. since he was still on vacation from Cross Financial for the rest of the week. He was going to do some more digging through the information they found in New York and Florida to find more financial hubs. He was so excited to tear The Company apart, and I was elated that it was actually happening, so was Emma. It was like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. She was being released from a huge burden she had carried all these years, not being able to do anything about those poor children being taken from their families like she had been.

  Emma decided to start a charity for child trafficking victims. She was busy calling the a
ttorneys and business leaders she knew to get everything off the ground, and I was left to my own devices. I helped her as much as I could, but I didn’t know much about starting a charity or throwing an inaugural ball to announce the opening of The Cross Children’s Foundation, CCF for short.

  Everyone in the financial world loves an acronym.

  It was Saturday already and Emma, and I were turning in at three in the morning. We had spent all of Friday afternoon and evening putting the finishing touches on the extravagant ball Emma had planned for Sunday to announce the Foundation, and we were both exhausted.

  I was already in bed, book in hand, wearing only my light shorts and a loose tank top. Emma sauntered into the bedroom wearing nothing at all and had a look of precipitous want in her blazing blue eyes.

  Emma crawled on the bed toward me like a panther stalking its prey. In seconds my book was on the floor, and Emma’s lips were on mine. Emma’s hands grabbed my arms, and she released soft moans against my puffy pink lips. I was tired, but I couldn’t contain the excitement building within me. Emma’s touch was so rough and suggestible to whatever I desired that it almost seemed too good to be true.

  “Yes.” Was the only word that escaped my mouth as Emma’s hand shot down the sheet and beneath my shorts. Emma’s naked body crashing on top of mine made my thighs ache for her touch and my nipples tight for her lips.

  My eyes rolled in the back of my head, my lips parting for little moans of encouragement to escape every time Emma’s hand found a different place to caress me. She slipped her fingers high up my thighs toward my heat, and the ball of her palm settled on my mound. Emma pressed her pouty lips to my collar bone in luscious waves of wet kisses.

  I felt my body seize up as one of her fingers found my hard clit and made lazy rings over it. I loved how eager Emma was to please me.

  Her finger drew away and ran a tantalizing line down my slit as I clutched the sheets in my fists. Emma responded by grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.

  “Tie me up, ma’am. I don’t want to be tempted to misbehave,” I begged.

  I quickly tossed my clothes to the floor as Emma hopped from the bed to the nightstand and grabbed the thick dark purple satin ropes and the black blindfold I loved so much.

  “What my pet wants, my pet gets,” Emma replied while binding me to the headboard and covering my eyes with the mask.

  I panted heavier, my vision now dark, and I didn’t know what sensual game to expect next from Emma.

  The sheets were pulled off of the bed in a rush. A warm sensation of oil dripped down my belly and between my legs. Emma settled herself between my open ankles and rubbed the oil into my stomach and down to my thighs, then over my calves teasing me. Emma worked her way up my body again with her hands, and her mouth planted firmly over my nipple, pinching it between her lips.

  Emma’s hands traveled down as her lips teased my chest. Her slippery fingers dipped in my favorite place to be touched, and she slowly fucked the deepest depths of my body. I groaned softly into my shoulder as Emma’s hands and mouth worked me over leisurely and tenderly at first.

  “You’re going to scream for me, aren’t you, Mia?” Emma asked, her breath chilling my wet nipple as she spoke.

  “Yes, baby. I’ll do anything you want me to. Please just fuck me hard,” I urged.

  “Like this?” Emma questioned as she bit my breast and thrust three fingers deep inside of me over and over again.

  “Yes!” I cried out.

  Jolts of electricity shot through my core with every assault giving me the pleasure I so desperately craved. My hips instinctively rocked into her hands with the same rhythm as Emma’s thrusts, and my climax built quickly.

  “Oh, yes, Emma! I’m cumming! Fuck, yes!” I screamed as I pulled at my restraints and bucked my hips into her perfect fingers. I rode the wave of my intense orgasm until it faded back into the depths of my body.

  Emma groaned in relief as she kissed her way from my chest to my mouth and released me from my bindings and the blindfold.

  I wasted no time recovering as I jumped on top of Emma, throwing her back onto the bed. I kissed her fiercely, my hands moving from her face to her chest, to her thighs in seconds. I wanted all of her at the same time.

  I quickly flipped Emma over to lie flat on her belly and pulled her hips up to meet mine, so her beautiful ass was in the air on display for me. I grabbed a fistful of her wavy dark hair and pulled her back to me so I could nibble at her ear and kiss her neck. I grabbed her breast, roughly squeezing as much of her fullness into my hand as I could before releasing her. I pushed her back down and slapped her ass.

  “Now it’s your turn,” I growled flirtatiously as I grabbed the bottle of oil from the nightstand.

  I squeezed the warm thick liquid over her perfectly shaped bottom and down between her thighs, causing Emma to gasp. I spanked her again in return for her outburst. “No noises, and don’t move unless I tell you.”

  I was in control now.

  Emma’s pussy was dripping from her juices and the oil, and I slid my hand down between her thighs, quickly slipping two fingers inside of her. I used my thumb to play with her ass, and she moaned quietly, resulting in another spanking.

  I pulled Emma to the edge of the bed, and I knelt on the floor, giving me perfect access to Emma’s beautiful glistening slit. I spread her cheeks wide and buried my tongue deep inside of her satiny folds. I sucked with my lips, licked with my tongue, and fucked Emma with my fingers over and over again. I never stayed in the same place for too long. I wanted to draw out Emma’s pleasure for as long as possible.

  Emma’s hips lifted, and her insides squeezed around my fingers. She was close, and I rolled my tongue over her clit furiously, urging her orgasm from her body. Emma screamed into the mattress in ecstasy as she released, her entire body bucking tight and repeatedly releasing around me. Her physical pleasure erupted so ferociously, I found myself dripping wet again at her cries of gratification.

  I climbed back on the bed as Emma plopped down onto the sheets, utterly spent. I laid next to her, my bare breasts pressed against her back, and I played with her hair mindlessly as we both drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 13

  Late Saturday morning was a mad rush to get everything finalized for the charities inaugural ball. Emma and I were splitting up to do errands, and my last stop was to run home and grab Todd’s dress shoes. He had rented a tuxedo and was picking it up today before flying back to Charlotte with Ben for the event. I was surprised to hear that Ben wanted to come and even donate to Emma’s charity. I guess his recent blow up with Daisy had him questioning some of his life decisions, and he wanted to be a better person. Who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? A donor is a donor, right?

  I grabbed my stack of mail again before heading inside, and when I dropped the mail on the kitchen table, a familiar voice called out from behind me.

  “Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head.”

  I froze in place, knowing who it was without even turning around. “Jackie? What the hell are you doing in my house?”

  “Do what I said, damn it! Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head, or so help me God I’ll put a bullet in that dumb bitch brain of yours,” Jackie said through gritted teeth. And for good measure, she pulled back the hammer of the handgun I assumed she was pointing directly at me.

  The soft clicking of the firearm being loaded got my full and complete attention.

  “You got it, Jackie. I’m kneeling and putting my hands on my head. Just like you asked,” I responded while I followed her orders. “Can you tell me what this is all about?” I asked when I had done what she asked.

  “Shut up. No talking,” Jackie replied as she put handcuffs on my wrists. “Now, get in the suitcase.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. Get in the damn suitcase!” Jackie barked, pushing the gun into my temple hard enough to hurt.

  “Okay, okay. I’m gett
ing in the suitcase.”

  I climbed in a sizeable black rolling bag. I wasn’t sure I was going to fit, but when I brought my knees to my chest, I could tuck my head inside.

  “Thank you for not making this messy,” Jackie laughed as she stabbed me with a needle in the neck. I watched her push the plunger down, and my vision immediately became blurry. I felt like I was floating on the ocean before everything went dark.

  I woke up tied to Emma’s bed in the playroom of her home near Charlotte. Instead of the soft satin purple ropes, though, my hands and feet were bound with hard cold handcuffs that bit deeply into my skin with every movement. My head spun uncontrollably, and all I wanted other than to be free, was something to drink. My mouth was so dry.

  Once my vision steadied, I looked around, and Jackie was standing in the corner, holding my phone in one hand and biting her lip with her gun in the other.

  “Good, you’re awake. Emma should be here any minute, and we’ll find out who she really loves. Is it you, the gold-digging whore? Or is it me, the person who actually cares for her, literally and figuratively?” Jackie spit the words out like venom.

  “I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish with this little kidnapping stunt, Jackie. But it isn’t going to work. Emma and I have been through too much together. She doesn’t love you, no matter how much you want her to. Is that really what this is even about? Do you love Emma, and you want her to be with you?” I asked, surprised at myself for not piecing it together sooner.

  “Of course, it is you, dumb bitch! I’ve loved Emma from the moment I laid eyes on her. Of course, she had other girlfriends, but those were just fuck friends, and I was okay with that. Everyone has needs. But then you show up, and I find you two in bed together... sleeping! Emma doesn’t sleep with anyone! She should be sleeping with me! I care about her! I nurse her back to health when she’s ill or injured! I take care of her! I deserve everything you have. Not you!” Jackie was practically screaming as she paced the room like a caged animal. “That idiot Mila was supposed to take you to get her money, not Emma. That’s the only reason I helped her. You were supposed to be on that helicopter, damn it!” she screamed.