by Jamie Knight
“I-”
“Sit down,” he ordered.
He looked bad. Several days growth of beard and stress lines marked his once handsome face. He was only 35 but looked older than me. I obeyed his order, like I had so many times before. I could understand the kinky stuff. I wasn’t particularly into it but could understand it for people who were. It was just another preference when it came right down to it. Dave was not a Dom. He was a pathetic man baby who like to hurt women as a way to make up for his own short comings. He had been weighed. He had been measured and he had been found wanting in every possible way.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Custody papers,” he said. He slid them towards me, the air hockey champion coming out.
“Why?”
“I’m at my wits end, Addie. I’ve tried talking to you. I’ve tried threatening you. It is clear to me now there is nothing I can do. You are just too much of a stubborn bitch to see reason. So, we are going to court. I don’t particularly want to, but if it is the only way to get through that thick head of yours, so be it. Our son is better off with me.”
“Duncan.”
“What?”
“Duncan. His name is Duncan. Or do you even know that? It wouldn’t surprise me. This is the first time you’ve even seen him. Now that the hard work is done, your back and you want him. You can’t have him. I love him. Where is he anyway, if you’re here and such a better parent?”
“He’s fine. I know you love him, which is why I am willing to make a deal.”
“Will I have to sign in blood?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“Yes, very droll. I am the Devil, at least in your crazy little mind. But let me tell you, when I’m pissed off, when I’m really motivated, the Devil is afraid of me. Don’t make the mistake of making me angry. Don’t you know that I was only doing all of this because I still care for you? Because I want you with me, and Duncan, where you belong? Leave the rich buffoon and this circus of a show and come live with me and Duncan. I think enough water has run under the bridge for us to give it another go.”
“Go fuck yourself with an anchor,” I said.
“I thought you might say that,” Dave said smugly.
“Really? I kind of surprised myself with that one.”
“Nevertheless, these papers are being filed and I will have quite a tale to tell. I will have full custody of our dear boy before Christmas.”
“What tale?”
“Glad you asked. I suspected there might have been something going on with you and old dude. So, I broke in here and planted cameras. Quite a show you put on. In the kitchen, on the table, in the shower. I have to say daring, I never knew you could be so limber.”
“You’re lying. There’s no way you could have gotten past security.”
“There is a gap in the back hedge. There are so many windows back there. Who would notice if one of them was broken? Especially if I left it open. I bet Mr. Moneybags has rooms he has never been in.”
“I’ll scream. He’ll come down here and kick your ass.”
“I don’t think so.”
It hurt more than anything he had ever done before. The jolt from the taser knocked me to the floor where I continued to twitch, but he had only hit my arm. Picking up the envelope, he came around the table and crouched down next to me. I prepared for the worst. His tone was calm, which scared me even more.
“I’ve emailed you a link to the footage, so you know I am telling the truth. It is stored on the cloud, so don’t even think that you can get rid of it. It would take a top-flight Dutch hacker to guess my codes. I am going to ruin you. See you in court, bitch.”
I don’t know how long I stayed there. Time kind of lost meaning. The cold floor growing warm under me. I wondered if the jolt affected my brain. I ran through the alphabet. And all my favorite books. Everything seemed to be in working order.
Rallying my strength, I struggled my way back to the bedroom and got my phone. I had to know for sure. As the footage played, Tobias and I sharing our love in full color HD, I knew it was true. Everything he said. I was going to lose my son. I was going to lose everything.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Tobias asked. It was only then that I realized that I had dropped the phone.
“He filmed us. Dave. My ex. He broke in and planted cameras.”
“I know hackers,” Tobias said.
“Doesn’t matter, on the cloud.”
“What the hell happened here?” he asked, looking at my burn.
“Taser.”
It was like a jack-in-the-box springing. Up he got, taking a cell phone out of a drawer in the desk. Dialing a number with many, many digits, there was a momentary pause in the storm as he waited for the other party to answer.
Then it started again, the flurry of words completely unintelligible, mostly because it wasn’t English. Tobias spoke with the speed and veracity of a native. It sounded like German but friendlier. It was a good while before I realized that what I was hearing was Swedish.
“Tak,” Tobias finished, ending the call.
“Who was that?” I asked, as he put the phone back in the drawer.
“Someone who can make the whole problem go away.”
“You didn’t put out a hit on him.”
“Oh, goodness no!”
“Good,” I said relieved.
“I don’t have those kinds of connections anymore. I just made him wish he was dead.”
“What did you do?”
“I called in a big favor from an old friend. Not only is his entire cloud account about to be wiped from existence, much of the same will soon be too of his entire online existence from social media accounts to bank accounts and medical records. Strictly speaking, he will cease to exist.”
“You can do that?” I asked in wonder.
“I can and have.”
Struck by a sudden revival, I threw myself around him, holding him tight, smothering every available nice of his skin with passionate kisses. He had finally done what I had been fantasizing about for so long. He made Dave disappear without needing to kill him.
Chapter Twelve - Tobias
It wasn’t even light yet. I shouldn’t have been surprised, given the nocturnal nature of the occupation. Addie was still in bed. Another couple of chapters from Candide put her right out, which was something I guessed Voltaire would have had mixed feelings about.
“Did anyone see you?”
“Not that I noticed.”
“Was that a joke?” I asked.
“Sorry, yeah, just a bit of surveillance humor. No, I wasn’t seen. Not even your driver got a good look at me.”
“Good. Come in, please.”
Securely inside the house, we went to the dining room, which Addie had started avoiding for some reason. She preferred to eat in the living room or in the bedroom with the door locked.
It struck me as a bit odd, but I figured if she wanted to tell me what was going on, she would. Basic deductive reasoning strongly indicated that it had something to do with when her ex broke in. A violation for which I was about to get recompense.
“What do you mean?”
“Two loaves and three croissants,” He said, opening his handsome leather briefcase.
Combined with his three-piece suit, the briefcase gave him more the look of an attorney than his actual profession. Likely some kind of cunning decoy. He was among the best, which is why he cost so much.
Putting a fat envelope down on the table, I watched as he counted it carefully and pocketed it.
“I will be in touch,” he said, disappearing as through into the aether.
The computer hummed to life. I already had my suit on. Thinking ahead, I didn’t want to risk waking Addie by going into the bedroom and I had already hung one on the back of the chair in my study.
I had made the call the night before after Addie went to sleep. We hadn’t had sex in a while. Her nerves were still a bit off from the jolt. I missed it but wasn’t about to pressure h
er. I mostly just cared for Addie as best I could, helping with her physically and spoon feeing her when needed. Her left hand was not quite up to the job in the beginning.
I was the last one online. One of the advantages of being the one to call the meeting was that it couldn’t start until you got there. They were all there. The entire rogue’s gallery. Their expressions ranging from curiosity to annoyance.
“I apologize for the early hour,” I opened.
“Never mind all that. What is this about, Ford?” Wilmont demanded.
“I have two announcements. First, the show is finished. We have everything we need and have it edited. The rest of the season is already posted to the mainframe.”
“Ridiculous!” Easton blustered.
“Check if you don’t believe me.”
“Damn right I will!”
A flurry of typing later and Easton’s expression dropped like a stone. It was quite a thing to see.
“Now that is out of the way, my second announcement is that Addie Harris and I are in love. We have been for a good long while. I have already put together a sad but satisfying end for the series, with her and Dean trying but it not quite working out because of the distance. Addie is left disappointed but read to try again. It’s realistic but hopeful, and exactly the kind of thing that plays well with our demographic. Good day, everyone.”
Dropping the connection, I stood from the chair, returning the jacket to the back of it. Then it was my shirt and finally my pants, leaving me in boxer shorts before I left the study to go and be with Addie.
She was up. Sitting in the bed, knees to her chest, looking at her affected arm in wonder as she rotated it.
“It’s better,” she said, looking at me. With tears in her eyes.
I held her, rocking her gently as tears of joy wetted my chest. I had brought in doctors to look at her. Masks and gloves a must. They had all said we just had to wait for things to repair themselves. They left prescriptions for pain killers I wasn’t able to fill.
“I told the board about us.”
“You did?” she asked between sniffs.
“We are free.”
The kiss was intense. Nearly three days of pent up libidos coming out all at once. It was really surprising. Not that I was about to complain.
“Are you able to -”
“Fuck yes!”
Addie threw off the duvet, revealing her full glory, opening her legs wide. I wanted to go straight for her pussy but managed to restrain myself. I went for her feet first. We were both pretty riled up already, but she hadn’t been exaggerating. Nothing got her wetter faster than a good, gentle foot massage. The sounds she made as I stroked her foot in both hands were markedly similar to those emanating from her while I was licking her pussy. Her second favourite sexual activity.
I caressed her softly, stroking my tongue the length of her tender pussy, varying between long laps and short, hard circles, savouring every moan and quiver she made. It was nice to be able to give her so much pleasure after she had been through so much pain.
She peaked and dropped, her pussy getting even wetter around my fingers, letting me know she had most definitely cum. It was part of the reason I kept a box of wet wipes handy at my bedside.
Massaging the outside of her pussy in large, loose circles, I kissed Addie's belly as she came down and recovered. Her recovery was impressive, rallying to full strength within minutes.
Working my way up the length of her, I finally kissed her mouth as the same moment my cock reached her pussy. I was already quite hard without even needing to be touched. Just seeing Addie, particularly naked, was more than enough for me.
Gently mounting her, Addie kissed me passionately as I pushed inside her, getting most of the way in before she winced. I backed off a bit, wanting very much for her to be comfortable. I gently pumped her, careful not to go too hard at first. It had been a while and figured she would need some time to ease back into it.
She started to moan, moving under me as I fucked her, trying to match each of my movements. It was beautiful watching her expressions as I worked within her. Working her beautiful pussy closer to orgasm.
Wrapping her legs around me, making me fuck her even harder, Addie got to the tipping edge of a transcendent orgasm. I knew I should have pulled out. There were no condoms in the house and no way to get them. It was bareback or nothing and we had both basically agreed without having to say anything.
It was too late. There was nothing to be done. My load unleashing deep inside her, Addie called her prayers to the heavens. She seemed to reach a new level of existence as I filled her up with my warm, thick cum.
I collapsed against her with my cock still deep inside her. Taking me in her warm embrace, she kissed me softly, holding me tight. I should have been worried. What would she do if she got pregnant? Yet that was not forefront in my mind.
Even when the notion did flicker, it came as more than a comfort and a joy than a concern. I was an only child and did not really have much of experience with children. However, the idea of raising kids with Addie, her own included, actually made me smile.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Addie asked.
“Family,” I said.
“Me too,” she concurred.
We kissed like we had so many times before, only that time it was different. Much like the sex itself, something about being able to be free and open with our love and to even think about starting a family. It was taking things to the next level. Filling everything with a sense of home.
“How do you feel about breakfast in bed,” I asked.
“Generally, I’m for it,” Addie said, after pretending to give it deep thought.
“As you wish,” I said, stowing my cock in my boxer shorts and heading for the door.
Stopping off at my study to retrieve my pants and shirt, I practically skipped down the stairs, mightily resisting the urge to break into song. Much as I loved them, I refused to let my life become a musical.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“How did you get past the guard dogs?” I inquired of the mysterious figure sitting in the living room.
By way of reply, he held up a taser, engaging it in what could only be describe as an intimidating manner. The lengthening pool of blood drifting across the floor from in front of the chair somewhat contradicted his boast.
“You are just using her. I can’t believe she prefers you. She’s supposed to be with her family.”
“According to who? You? Society? The social contract? The government? Sounds to me like you have too high an opinion of your world-view, Skippy.”
“I am going to take her to court,” he said as if it was a foregone conclusion.
“Oh, I know. I am quite looking forward to it.”
“Listen you -”
I realized it was the first time he had really seen me. Pictures never really did justice, particularly to my physique. It really as amusing. The expression on his little face as he realized that I could take him apart with my bare hands, taser or no taser.
“Dave?”
“Addie?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Empty threats and terror. The usual,” I said.
“He’s just using you,” he tried again.
“No, you have it backwards. You used me. For seven fucking years you used me. In ways that would made De Sade cringe. When your exploitation resulted in a baby you fucked off. You really aren’t in any position to say anything about anything. Not to me, not to Tobias, not to Duncan. You want to go to court? Fine. We’ll kick your ass, and you will never see Duncan again. Now get the fuck out!”
It was like watching Elizabeth I crush the French. I couldn't help but smile. My sexy, powerful woman.
Chapter Thirteen - Addie
The day was coming. The moment of reckoning where all would be gained or lost. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I always found it interesting how excitement and fear were so closely linked.
The basic foundation upon which amusement park fortunes were built.
I lay in the bed with Tobias, staring at the tasteful ceiling tiles of real bronze, decorated with intricate designs with the Brigid Cross at the center. It could be almost hypnotic trying to follow them, each leading into the other. I had spent the better part of six hours trying. I was looking for anything to get my mind off what was happening with Dave.
I hoped what I had said about kicking his ass was true, but I couldn’t be sure. Dave had always been a Machiavellian schemer and there was no telling what he might do. The main consolation and reason for hope was that I had Tobias on my side. He had already proven himself more than able to match with Dave. All of his actions were counter moves, but ones that had thoroughly quashed any plans my evil ex might have been developing.
The strokes came sudden and soft. Long, light caress along my bare pussy. I let out a sigh of both pleasure and relief. Sweet Tobias giving me a lovely kiss on the cheek in response. I never knew how, but he always seemed to know how I was feeling and just the right thing to do to help me feel better.
Opening my legs a bit more to give him room, Tobias slipped two fingers inside me up to the second knuckle and began to work inside me. He massaged my clit and g-spot as he stimulated my pussy wall as well. Moved by spirits unknown, I took him gently by the wrist, encouraging him in his actions and showed him exactly how fast and hard I wanted him to go.
Once I recovered from the supernova of an orgasm exploding behind my eyes, Tobias scooped me up into his mighty arms and carried me, with no obvious effort, into the bathroom. Bracing me against him, helping me stand, He started the water, getting the temperature just right on the first try. My muscles relaxed almost as soon as the water hit them. I put my hands against the shower wall and just let it cascade over me.
Picking up the soap, his other arm still around my waist, Tobias scrubbed me down from face to feet. Taking his time with each area, using just is fingers and not the actual bar while gently washing the outside of my pussy.
