Velvet Shadows
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“Oh God, Trevor, you’re driving me --”
A punishing nip cut off her words. “Who the hell is Trevor?”
“I’m sorry. I meant Captain Jack.”
“Not good enough. I give you pleasure and you speak another man’s name. You must be punished.”
With only his tone to guide her, Velvet felt a twinge of apprehension. He sounded genuinely angry. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She started to raise her hands, meaning to pull the blindfold down. His finger traced her lips, lightly, teasingly.
“I want to feel your sweet mouth around my cock. Will you do that for me, sweetheart? I’ll forgive your insult, if you willingly offer me your mouth.”
“I…all right,” she whispered breathlessly, caught in the spell he wove with his sensuous voice. He’d told her not to move, so she waited, tense and anxious.
“Put your hands on your belly and don’t be afraid. I won’t take more than you’re ready to give.”
She lowered her bound wrists to her waist, confused by the request. How was he going to… She was still flat on her back. The bed dipped as he positioned himself above her. His hands framed her face and the incredibly soft head of his cock nudged her lips.
“Willingly. I will not force this on you.”
Tentatively she touched him with her tongue. He felt plush and hot, plump and eager. She wet her lips, closing them around his shaft. His throaty growl rewarded her efforts. Holding her lips tight, she swirled her tongue around and around. Cinnamon! He’s coated his cock with the breath mist. She savored the sweet taste.
He pushed deeper and pulled back. She sucked firmly, preventing his withdrawal. Surging in, his cock filled her mouth and slid against her tongue. His position dominated her, left her utterly at his mercy; still, he was tender and patient. Thrilled by the sheer carnality of what they were doing, her nipples tingled and her cunt pulsed. Would he come in her mouth? She wanted him so consumed with desire that he was powerless to stop.
His harsh, raged breathing filled her ears as he continued to move in her mouth. He grew thicker and hotter. His hands caressed her face, moved into her hair.
“Do you want me to pull out?” He gasped out the words.
She awkwardly shook her head and sucked harder. With a feral growl, he shifted above her, thrusting steadily. He took and she surrendered, willingly offering her mouth. His cock drove deep and hot cum splashed into her throat. Trembling, on the verge of orgasm, Velvet swallowed and licked and swallowed again.
He caressed her face, brushing her hair off her damp brow. Tracing her lips as he pulled out, he then moved off her. A few moments later something cold pressed against her lips. Fiery liquid burned across her tongue and she sputtered. “What is that?”
“My good friend Captain Morgan. Is he not to your liking?”
She laughed. “I don’t generally drink rum straight.”
“You’re not generally the prisoner of a pirate. Lift your hips.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to. And put your hands back above your head.”
She returned her arms to their former position and pushed up with her feet, raising her bottom off the bed. He slipped something underneath her hips. A pillow? No, it was firmer, perhaps a folded blanket.
“Keep your knees bent and part your thighs.”
The musical clink of ice cubes told her he’d opened the chest. Her breathing sped up and she fought the urge to close her legs. Was he going to put ice…
He circled her nipple with something cold. She gasped. The heat of his mouth followed, suckling firmly.
“Oh, very nice! You are so sweet, my love.”
The icy object touched her lips and the sweet taste of cherry trickled into her mouth. She giggled. “Is that a popsicle?”
“Much more fun than ice.”
He painted her nipples and suckled them clean over and over. She arched and twisted as the throbbing in her core intensified. “Please, Captain Jack. I ache.”
“Do you now? Let’s see what we can do about that.”
His hands pushed her legs wider and she heard the ice shifting again. Oh shit! He was going to…
Warm fingers gently parted her folds and the frozen tip of a popsicle stroked her slit from back to front. She whimpered. Her pussy clenched miserably, needing to be filled, needing hot, hard cock not this teasing game!
“So sweet.” He trailed behind the popsicle with his tongue. The heat of his mouth accented the cold. Circling her clit alternately with the popsicle and his tongue, he kept her poised on the brink of orgasm until a sob tore from her throat.
“Jack! Please!”
He pushed the popsicle slowly into her pussy and Velvet groaned. Her internal walls rippled and squeezed, which only spread the numbing cold.
His mouth centered over her clit, flicking and circling rhythmically. She tossed her head and dug her heels into the bed. Tension coiled painfully. He’d made her wait too long.
“Come for me.”
“I can’t.” She sobbed.
“Yes, you can. Do it now!”
He caught her clit between his teeth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Orgasm spiked through Velvet. She arched off the bed, her cunt pulverizing the popsicle.
Trembling in the aftermath of the violent release, she heard his throaty chuckle. “We made quite a mess. I think you liked that.” His mouth moved against her swollen folds, his tongue gently caressing.
Velvet whimpered. Her body still hummed and each brush of his lips added to her over-stimulation. “Please. Just give me a minute.”
He ignored her. Slipping what was left of the popsicle out, he licked and sucked, devouring the sweet mixture coating her sex, her thighs, even the curve of her ass. “God, you taste so good. I don’t want to stop, but my cock isn’t going to wait much longer.”
In an urgent flurry of motion, he scooped her up in his arms and moved to the floor. He sat with his back against the bed and arranged her over his lap, facing him. She looped her bound wrists around his neck and tilted her head back, trying to see beneath the blindfold.
“No. Don’t look at me. Concentrate on what you feel.”
His hands cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples.
“I want you inside me, Jack. Please, no more teasing.”
One palm slipped beneath her as he guided her onto his cock, entering slowly, steadily, until their bodies were one. Velvet arched her back and clenched her cunt, welcoming him with an intimate embrace.
“Relax that grip or this will be over before it’s begun.”
Amusement thickened his voice and Velvet smiled. “You feel so damn good, and you made me wait so damn long.”
“I feel so good because I made you wait so long.” He raised his knees, pushing her closer, his cock deeper. “And I’m not going to fuck you until you come again.”
She whimpered. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He laughed. His mouth took hers in a breath-stealing, mind-numbing kiss. He tasted of popsicle and passion. The flavor mixed with the rum he’d given her, creating an erotic punch. She drank deeply, hungrily.
His hand skimmed across her belly. Pulling back slightly, he made room for his fingers to play. He traced her tender folds, stretched tight around his throbbing cock. All the while his tongue dueled with hers.
Her clit throbbed, greedy for more attention, anxious for the tender caress of his fingertips. He didn’t disappoint. Wetting his finger with her slick cream, he rubbed her clit, accenting the rhythmic throb of her inner muscles.
Velvet reveled in the decadence, surrendered to his mastery. He commanded her senses and she obeyed, a willing captive to his skill. With his tongue filling her mouth and his cock stretching her pussy, she came in hard tingling spasms.
His hands clasped her hips, pushing her up and slamming her down. “Ride me!”
She didn’t have to hear it twice. Balanced on her knees, she impaled herself again and again, each thrust taking him deeper, offer
ing more. His fingers dug into her hips, his cock bucked and throbbed. She clenched him, caressed him, loved him with her whole body.
He clasped her to his chest and shook as he came. She kissed him deeply, passionately until the last shudder receded.
Pulling the blindfold off over her head, he smiled into her eyes. “When does Trevor get to make love to you?”
Embarrassed, she glanced away. “If you’re only doing this for me…”
He gently turned her face back to his. “I started this fantasy business. I have no problem with role playing. But eventually I would like to make love to you.”
His gaze shone brightly, his expression intense. He was trying to tell her something. “Being with you is more than enough for me. We don’t have to play these games.”
“I don’t want to be with you. I want to make love to you.”
Her heart lurched into her throat and understanding sped her pulse. He loved her. Trevor Sutton was in love with her. “I’d enjoy that very much,” she whispered.
Did she love him, too?
Before she could speak the words, he kissed her gently. Tenderly.
“When you’re ready to make love with me, let. Let me know.”
Chapter Thirteen
Velvet’s cell phone woke her up in the middle of the night. Afraid it might be Star, Velvet scrambled to answer it before it went to voicemail. “Hello.”
“Is this Velvet Arceneaux?”
She didn’t recognize the man’s voice. Clutching the sheet to her naked breasts, she sat up and flipped on the bedside lamp. “Who is this?”
“My name is Doctor Evershim and at the insistence of one of my patients I’m contacting you on her behalf.” There was a long pause and then he said, “This sounds ridiculous. The woman refuses to identify herself and yours is the only number she has been willing to provide. Be forewarned, I’m a psychiatrist so this is all rather complicated.”
“Is this patient a young woman?”
“Yes, ma’am. Her hair is blonde, but she told me she recently bleached it. She has bright blue eyes.”
Velvet looked at Trevor. He was wide awake and watching closely.
“How did this woman become your patient and why did she ask you to contact me?”
“This is where it gets complicated. Doctor-patient confidentiality precludes me from divulging specific medical information.”
“If she requested that you contact me, doesn’t that constitute consent?”
“I’m not sure that would hold up in a court of law. This case is unusual to say the least.”
“What can I do for you?”
“Well, confirming her identity and providing background information would be a wonderful start. As of right now, she’s still a Jane Doe. I’m at the Hortman Plaza Mental Health Center.”
She asked directions from their hotel and ended the call. “Another convenient coincidence? I hate to even say this, Trevor. What if Jamie is setting us up?”
“First, we don’t know that this is Jamie, and second, to what end?”
There was no point arguing with him until they knew what they were dealing with. They dressed quickly and headed for Hortman Plaza. A security guard checked their IDs and then admitted them to the building. It looked more like a mid-priced hotel than a mental health facility. The decorating was subdued and soothing in shades of peach and blue.
The guard took them to Doctor Evershim’s office and departed with a polite nod.
“Thanks for coming. I know this is highly unusual.”
In his mid to late forties, Doctor Evershim had sandy brown hair and kind dark eyes. His calm demeanor must serve him well in his chosen profession.
“Before I divulge any information, let’s make sure you have reason to know.” He motioned to the split-screen monitor and pointed to one of the six frames with his pen. “Do you know this woman?”
Jamie sat on a narrow bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, rocking gently as she stared off into space. Her beautiful hair had not only been bleached, but cut in a short, spiky style that magnified her over-large eyes.
“That’s my sister, Jamie Lynn Sutton,” Trevor said, his voice trembling. He exhaled audibly. “Until just now we weren’t sure she was still alive.”
“She walked into the clinic this afternoon and demanded to speak with whoever was in charge. I’d just come on duty and though I’m not an administrator, the receptionist paged me. Your sister asked what it took to be admitted and I suggested we go to my office and talk. She became progressively more agitated. She asked how long I was required to keep her if she tried to kill herself. Then she pulled a razorblade out of her pocket and slit her wrist before I could stop her.”
Velvet looked back at the monitor and saw the bandage wrapped around Jamie’s left wrist. “Were you required to admit her?”
“No. This was an act of desperation, not a real attempt at suicide. I probably should have called the police and had her taken to a public hospital. I’m going to catch hell for not having done so, but she was so obviously terrified. I had to know why.”
“Who else knows she’s here?” Trevor asked.
“The entire staff, but no one knows who she is.”
Velvet looked at Trevor torn by his tormented expression. “How did she know we were in San Diego? Why didn’t she just come to us?”
“Because that’s what they expect her to do. That’s what they’re waiting for her to do.”
“Then the danger is real?” the doctor asked. “Delusions can be just as powerful to the person suffering from them. With Jane ‑‑ I mean Jamie, I wasn’t sure.”
“May we speak with her?” Velvet slipped her hand into Trevor’s needing his support as much as he needed her comfort.
“Of course. Her moods have been erratic. I believe she’s suffering from chemical withdrawal. She is in desperate need of treatment; still, providing an accurate diagnosis was virtually impossible without any background information. She acted out until I put her in the locked ward and then became completely incommunicative.”
“She’s safe.” Trevor’s voice was steady, his expression began to relax. “That’s all that mattered to her.”
Velvet agreed. Jamie found shelter the only way she knew how. “When did she ask you to contact me?”
“I told her I would have to have her transferred to a public hospital in the morning unless she gave me something to work with. She gave me your name and number.”
Doctor Evershim led them to Jamie’s room, remaining in the hall as they went in. The grill-covered opening in the door ensured he could hear everything they said. Velvet appreciated the gesture.
Trevor took a step toward the bed and Jamie buried her face against her knees. “Don’t look at me!”
Velvet went to her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she wrapped her arms around Jamie’s shoulders. “You’re safe, Jamie. We’ll make sure of it.”
Jamie shook her head, refusing to lift her face. “I’ll never be safe again.”
“How did you know we were here?” Velvet stroked Jamie’s ruined hair, moved by the horror that must have motivated the drastic change.
“They have my cell phone, but Star knows I can still check messages. When she told me you were here I knew it was only a matter of time before they came for you. I couldn’t let that happen.”
“Who are you talking about? Why would they come for me?”
“Snake and the devil-man.”
Velvet cringed. No wonder the doctor thought she was delusional. “We’ve met Snake. Do you know who the devil-man is?”
“I’ve never seen his face. He always wears that horrible mask.” She finally looked up, her wide blue eyes tear-bright and wild. “You have to hide, Velvet. They will come for you!”
“Why? I’ve done nothing. I’m not important.”
“You know more than you realize. I was just starting to fit the pieces together when Snake got suspicious. I had to leave. He was going to kill me. But I had nowhere to go.”
“We’ll get you somewhere safe, somewhere they can’t find you. But you have to tell us what you’ve learned. They can’t get away with this. We have to shut them down.”
Jamie’s gaze shot to Trevor hostile and accusing. “Why are you here? How did you find me?”
Aghast, Velvet eased her to arms length. “Trevor has been searching for you since the day you left Seattle. If it weren’t for him, I would probably have become their next victim. Trevor is here to help you.”
“Everything’s on the laptop.” Jamie scrubbed her hair with her fingers, causing it to stick out even more. “I don’t understand all of it, but Snake will kill me if he doesn’t get it back.”
“Where’s the laptop?” Trevor asked quietly.
Jamie licked her lips and reluctantly looked at him. “It…I…oh God, you can’t see it. I don’t want you to see.” Sobbing, she buried her face again.
Velvet let her cry. If they pushed too hard, she might shut down completely. Nodding toward the door, she mouthed the word ‘go’. Trevor scowled at her, but complied.
“It’s just us now, Jamie. You don’t have to say anything else, just tell me where to find the laptop.”
“They’ll blame me. The always blame me.”
“No one is going to blame you. I’m so glad you’re alive. We can get through the rest of this together.”
“But you don’t know.” She hiccupped and dragged her sleeve across her eyes. “I’ve done things… I didn’t want to want him, but I did!”
Velvet rubbed her back, silently assuring Jamie she wasn’t going to pressure her in any way.
“Is it just Trevor, or are my parents here, too?”
“I don’t know how much he’s told your parents. Only Trevor is here right now.”
Jamie pivoted on the bed, leaning against the wall and folding her legs in front of her. “I met Snake at the Halloween party.”