Chapter Thirteen

Andrew

Chelsea’s sweet face was dripping in my cum. The sight was so erotic my greedy cock twitched again. I’d tasted myself when I’d kissed her after what had been undoubtedly the best blow job of my life. Perhaps it was the years of buildup, the anticipation, or the fact she’d been my captive that had made it so incredible. Maybe, and this was the most likely thing, it was Chelsea, the woman I’d wanted to make mine for almost as long as I could remember. And now, now she was mine. There was no way I was letting her go.

“You should shower again,” I said to her.

“Maybe. Want to join?”

My phone rang. “Just let me get this.” Reluctantly, I released her and fished my cell from my jeans pocket. “Dalton. What’s up?”

“The Convicts have been in touch.”

“They have?” I watched Chelsea sashay past me, her sweet ass still a bit pink from my hand the day before.

“Yeah, they know this asshole, he’s been on their radar for a while. Two young girls went missing a few months ago, bodies turned up in the woods. Strangled. He was the only suspect, but they didn’t have enough to charge him, and he was let go after twenty-four hours.”

“Okay.”

“They’re convinced he’s guilty as sin, and I trust these guys…well, with this kind of thing anyway.

“What an asshole. You got a name?”

“Yes, Brian Dix.”

“Brian Dix. Okay.”

“There’s more. He lives near Red Leather, a recent move.”

“So he can hang out in the back alleys, waiting for targets. He’s an opportunist then.”

“A very dangerous one. We’ve got to stop him.”

“I agree.” I glanced at the clock beside Chelsea’s bed. It was nearing six in the evening. “I’ll head over, maybe we can check the place out tonight. Have you got the bouncers on high alert?”

“Yes, and we’re on their speed dial.”

“Good, see you soon.”

Chelsea reappeared.

“Get dressed, we’re going out.” I’d been parted from her once today and I had no intention of letting that happen again.

“We are?”

“Yes, back to the house, something’s come up, but I’m gonna want to fuck you again soon, so you need to be at my side.”

“Just for fucking?”

I pulled on my pants. “Maybe you can put that criminology degree to good use, too, huh?”

She smiled. She liked that I saw her as an intelligent, educated woman, and hell, she was, she’d got top marks on my course each year and it had nothing to do with the fact she’d been my favorite. She was a sharp cookie, no doubt about it.

Forty-five minutes later, we sat around the table at Rose Cottage. Cillian, Jamie, Mitch, and Phil were with us.

“First off,” I said, sipping from a steaming mug of coffee. “Mitch, what the fuck went down this morning with the cops? I thought you said there wouldn’t be any around.”

“They were MIT,” Chelsea said, “nothing to do with beat cops.”

“Got it in one.” Mitch nodded at her. “They’d been watching your father’s movements, just waiting for a chance to swoop in. Just so happened they chose the exact moment we were conducting business with him.”

I turned to Jamie. “Any news on the lawyer for Finn and Grant?”

“Yes, she’s hired and on the case. Haven’t had an update yet, but she’s the best in the business.”

“Good.”

“And the girls from the warehouse, the ones Ranson was using as sex slaves,” Jamie went on. “I’ve given that rehab center down near Swindon instructions.”

“The Clean Start?” Cillian asked.

“Yes, that’s the one. They should be at the hotel now, collecting the girls. I’ve paid up front for all of them, up to three months’ care if necessary, then there’ll still be some left over for them to start afresh somewhere new or get themselves home.”

“Your father’s money has gone to a good cause, doll.” Cillian nodded at Chelsea. “Even if his hand did have to be forced.”

Under the table, Chelsea squeezed her leg closer to mine. She was doing so well, considering, and I was proud, but I was here for her, if she needed me. I pressed my palm over her thigh, hoping she’d understand that I wanted her for more than just her body. She was the one.

The one?

Fuck. When had that happened?

In truth, a long time ago, the last few days had just cemented it in my head and in my heart.

“If I remember right,” Chelsea was saying, “this pattern of serial criminal offense has several motives—sexual, finance, sensation seeking, childhood trauma—and it would really help if we can figure out which it is for this Brian Dix.”

“Why? We should just catch the bastard,” Jamie said.

“Exactly, understanding him, the way his mind works, will help us do that.” She tapped on her lips. “He could have started off opportunistic, he killed the girls because the opportunity presented itself. He got a thrill from it and came here, to strangle Bridget, a sex worker, which puts a sexual slant on his motives. Did he fuck her first?”

Cillian nodded. “Aye, he did. It happened immediately after.”

“Okay, so then he went on to find another sex worker, only this time there wasn’t you and Finn to step in and save her because he’d traveled to the other side of the city.”

“Asshole.” Mitch shook his head. “We should have had a watch on him after Bridget.”

“You can’t blame yourselves for the actions of a madman,” Chelsea said with a sympathetic frown. “But what you can do is stop it happening again. He’s obviously getting one hell of a thrill from sex and strangulation, and if we can predict his movements we need to be there.”

“We?” I raised my eyebrows at her.

“You said you would want to…” She held in a grin. “And that I should be with you.”

“We need to go to Red Leather tonight.” Mitch glanced at his watch.

“I agree.” Chelsea nodded. “He’s escalating, he’ll strike again soon.”

“Red Leather is a sex club, Chelsea.”

“So?” She shrugged.

“Well, it’s more of a sex dungeon,” I said, studying her reaction. “You ever been to one?”

“I…er…well, no.” She swallowed and held my gaze. “Have you?”

I laughed. “Once or twice, babe.”

It was late, gone eleven, by the time we got to the club, and I nodded at the bouncer, Ben, and tugged Chelsea in through the main door, which was discreet, as was the entire place from the outside.

Chelsea had been whisked away by Bridget and Trixie when they’d found out she was no longer my captive but was actually my woman. They’d insisted on dressing her for the club, and now, with a full face of makeup, an elaborate up-do that made her look like a movie star, and a tight, sparkly bottle-green dress that left little to the imagination, she was ready for her sex-club induction.

And that thrilled me. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction to what she was about to witness.

We signed in. I took a moment to see if Brian Dix was on the list, he wasn’t, but that didn’t mean to say the bastard wasn’t there.

“This place is cool,” Chelsea said as I urged her down the dimly lit corridor with its red velvet walls and candelabras.

“That’s one way to describe it.” I glanced over my shoulder. Mitch and Cillian were speaking with Red Leather’s head of security, Blair, an experienced Dom who was a stickler for rules and ran a non-negotiable banning policy for bad behavior.

“Through this way.” I opened a door to what was known as the theater. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted, the sex was kinky and full-on.

* * * *

Chelsea

Red Leather smelled of perfume and hot bodies, and the lighting glowed buttery and dim. Andrew had led me into a large room that writhed with bodies, the air heavy with gasps and pants, and the odd slap and whip crack sliced to my ears.

“Take your time,” Andrew said against my temple. “I want you to see everything you want to.”

“They don’t mind?” I asked, looking at a couple screwing to my left.

He was flat on his back, arms tied above his head, and she was riding him hard, large breasts jutting forward and head tipped back.

“No, they don’t mind, it’s probably why they’re here. They get off on being watched having sex.”

“Oh, I see.” I did watch them.

The rhythmic dance of her hips was mesmerizing, as was the rippling of her breasts and ass. She was beautiful, lost to sensation and in total control.

Their moans became more desperate, their breaths fractured.

“Come.” She slapped his face, hard. “Come with me.”

He cried out, his eyes wide and his teeth gritted. She let out a wail of bliss, and a full-body tremble attacked her, jolting her hips, sending a shudder over her breasts. And then she collapsed over him, pussy on show and, speared by his cock, she continued to spasm and grind.

“Turning you on?” Andrew asked quietly.

“Can’t say I wouldn’t enjoy riding you like that.” My pussy was quivering just watching them.

He chuckled. “By all means, but don’t get any ideas about tying me up.”

“Why not?” I frowned at him.

“I’m not a switch, babe, I do the tying up, remember?” He swept his lips over mine.

“Of course.” How could I forget being roped to a chair and fingered to the edge of orgasm several times before he let me come?

“Gotta a problem with that?”

“I don’t think so, but I want lots of orgasms, not denial of them.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned wickedly. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy teaching you new things once this is over and I have you captive again…captive in a way that will keep you very satisfied, I promise.”

My belly clenched at the thought of Andrew doing what he wanted with me and making me come over and over.

He steered me to the right, and I spotted a golden cage suspended from the floor. A woman was in it, curvy, long brunette hair and a black eye mask that didn’t really work as much of a disguise. She was on her hands and knees and inserting a large dildo into her ass. Four men stood watching; two were masturbating, one was encouraging her on.

“You ever done that?” Andrew asked.

“Been in a cage? No.”

“I meant had your asshole fucked? Anyone ever done that to you?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Never.”

“You should try it, you’d like it.”

I wanted to turn to question him more but I was caught up in watching the wide flesh-colored dildo disappearing into the woman’s asshole. She was stretched taut around it, and the girth seemed impossibly big, but still she kept going, slowly, moaning and rolling her hips.

“That’s a big dildo,” Andrew said. “Bigger than a cock. She’s worked up to that, so don’t worry, I wouldn’t expect that of you, not straight away at least.”

“I…fuck…” I could never take what she had. But that didn’t mean watching her do it wasn’t hot as fuck.

“Now…” She turned to one of the men. “Do it, now.”

He nodded and reached for a long neon-purple vibrator, then shoved up his sleeve and reached through the bars of the cage. He angled it at her pussy and slid it in.

She arched her spine and threw back her head. “Yes, yes, more, that’s it.”

He kept on pushing until it was as deep as it would go.

She was shaking, her body laced with sweat. “Please, someone, hold…”

“I’ve got it.” Another man reached in and stabilized the dildo in her ass. “You’re good, fuck, yeah, you’re good to go.”

She dropped to her elbows, forehead on her arms, and curled her toes. “Now, turn it on now.”

“Why is she doing it in a cage?” I whispered to Andrew. “Seems it makes it harder for the guys to reach her.”

“I guess it gives her more control. To get away from them she only has to crawl a pace forward.”

I nodded. The vibrator had been turned on, not that I could hear it over the softly beating music, but she was bucking for it, urging the man holding it to fuck her with it.

He did, and the guy holding the dildo in her ass copied his rhythm, filling her then half pulling out.

She was gasping and bucking, her body flushed and her fists clenched.

“You want to watch her come?” Andrew slipped his hand to my ass and squeezed.

“Yes.” I nodded and swallowed. “I do.”

“On condition you think about me fucking your ass and know that I’ll make it just as good for you.”

My mouth dried a little. In all my fantasies about my professor, I hadn’t considered him fucking my ass. But then again, I hadn’t thought he’d kidnap me and demand a four-million-pound ransom from my father either.

The woman was crying out, her mewling keens interjected with instructions to the two men working the toys bringing her to orgasm.

One of the guys watching and masturbating came, clasping a bar of the cage and spurting onto the floor.

“How are you feeling?” Andrew asked, his breath hot on my ear.

He slid his finger under the hem of my short dress and traced the under curves of my bare ass.

“Wet,” I said, my nipples tightening. “Horny.”

“Good.”

The woman reached her orgasm and impaled herself on both toys as she shook and quivered and her pussy shone with girl cum. “Oh yes… don’t fucking…stop.”

The guy holding the dildo was jerking himself off furiously. He threw back his head and wailed through his own orgasm.

“Come, this way.” Andrew wrapped his arm around my waist and urged me to walk with him.

I saw we were following Cillian and Mitch who didn’t glance at a huge bed that was a mass of squirming bodies. Males and females, touching, licking, fucking, and caressing. The scent of sex rose from them along with deep guttural groans. The languid twisting reminded me of a pit of vipers slinking over each other, all seeming to become one organism.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“Don’t get ideas for that,” Andrew said, his hold tightening. “I don’t do sharing.”

“I mean…I…”

His eyebrows had squeezed together, his lips a tight straight line. “Watch all you want, but I’m the only man, or woman, who’ll touch you from now on.”

“Jealous type, huh?”

“Jealous, nah, try obsessive, territorial, protective, then you might understand one percent of how I feel about sharing the woman in my life.”

“And right now, that’s me?

“Not right now.” He stopped and held me by the shoulders, brought his mouth close to mine. “For the foreseeable. I waited for you for too long to be a quick thing, we’re together, you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“We’re exclusive?”

“We are definitely exclusive.” He kissed me, a heavy, hot kiss that had me panting for more.

“Hey, sorry to break this up.” Mitch was at our side.

“What?” Andrew scowled at him.

“Ben’s got some CCTV he wants us to take a look at, reckons Dix was in here earlier.”

“Really?” Andrew released me.

“Yeah.” Mitch glanced at me. “He’ll only show it to us, though, not Chelsea. Says it’s for Galahad’s eyes only.”

Andrew frowned. “She’s studying for a master’s in criminology, her input is a great asset.”

“Yeah, I told him that, he’s not budging.” Mitch shrugged.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll wait here.” I nodded at the orgy. “They’ll keep me entertained.

I could tell Andrew was pissed at the idea of leaving my side, and he considered not for a moment, then, “Okay, but stay right here. Any shit happens, there’s an emergency exit just behind you. I’ll meet you in the alley.”

“Nothing will happen. I’ll be fine.”