‘I’m going to have my face buried between your thighs tonight, one way or another,’ he warned, making me squeal as he tipped me off him onto the bed. ‘I’m thinking a hard fuck, then a hot, relaxing bath to unwind, then I can spend time looking after your greedy little clit.’ He raised his eyebrows as he waited for my response. I nodded eagerly. Right now, I’d do anything he suggested. As long as it ended with him inside me, I didn’t care. I cried out as he palmed my pussy, pressing hard against it. The thin piece of lace might as well not have been there for the sensation flowing up into my core. He eased it aside and plunged two fingers inside me. My back arched and my toes curled as I let out a gasp. ‘Just checking you’re ready for me.’
‘You never have to check. Make me come,’ I begged, squeezing my muscles around his fingers as he held them still, deeply embedded in me.
‘I thought you wanted my cock, not foreplay,’ he reminded me.
‘I’m that desperate, I’ll take whatever I can get,’ I moaned, grinding against his hand, desperate for release. He chuckled and started to roughly pump them into me, curling the tips to brush over my g-spot. I wriggled on the bed, my breath coming heavy as my body started to respond.
‘Jesus, Ellie,’ he gasped as he held my gaze. I reached down to smother his hand with mine as I encouraged him to move faster and flexed my hips in time to his thrusts. ‘You’re so close already.’
‘Yes,’ I cried, my other hand moving to squeeze one of my aching breasts.
‘Fuck, I can’t wait to be buried inside you, you’re so hot and wet,’ he groaned, lowering his head to take my other nipple into his mouth. He licked and bit it, his fingers working furiously as tears of bliss started to roll down my cheeks. My orgasm was within reach, I could feel it growing inside me, preparing to ravage my body and mind.
‘Yes, yes … yes,’ I cried, closing my eyes and thrashing my head back and forth as I tried to delay it. I never wanted this feeling to stop.
‘Eyes on me, Ellie,’ Dan demanded, his tone low and gruff with need. I forced them open, fighting against the heaviness of my lids and desire that clouded my eyes. ‘Come for me, baby, let me hear how much you need me, because fuck, do I need you right now.’
I fragmented into millions of tiny pieces of bliss as I climaxed, stars filling my eyes, volcanic lava heating my core as surges of electrical energy tore up my spine and ignited all of the pleasure receptors in my brain. I felt completely weightless as no part of my body was left untouched by such a primal release. At some stage, I felt myself sink back onto the duvet and pillows as I fought to regain my breath and my vision, tremors still running through me, my body twitching in response.
‘Shit,’ I moaned, completely dazed. I heard Dan chuckle, then the sound of him sucking and a distinct pop, as he removed his fingers from his mouth.
‘Now it’s my turn. Christ, I can’t wait to sink into you,’ Dan sighed as he positioned himself above me, my legs widening to accommodate him.
‘Dada.’
‘No,’ Dan groaned, closing his eyes as frustration marred his forehead. ‘Not now.’
‘Dada, Dada, Dadadadadada,’ Eva chanted over the baby monitor. I giggled in my euphoric state. After an orgasm like that, I could wait a while for my next one, but poor Dan was straining at the leash.
‘I don’t suppose there’s any chance of her falling back to sleep on her own?’ he asked, desperation in his tone as he looked down at me. I shook my head with a smile.
‘You know she only goes back down if you go to her. You’re very in demand with the women in your life tonight.’
‘It’s a good job I bloody love her,’ he muttered, leaping off the bed to go in search of his discarded boxers. ‘Don’t you move a muscle, I want you just like that when I return.’
‘Trust me, I’m going nowhere,’ I sighed, full of contentment. I watched him disappear towards her room and closed my eyes as I listened to him talking to her. Life was so good right now, I’d never been happier. Eva would be walking soon and we’d be starting a whole new phase of our lives, again. All of our bad luck was behind us, there was nothing but happiness on the horizon. That thought filled my body with a warm glow as I stretched my limbs and tried not to give in to the strong need to fall asleep. My man was in as much need of a release as I’d been. The desire to please him, to feel him inside me again, forced me to fight my tiredness.
One glimpse of him finally striding back into the bedroom again, with purpose, had me wide awake. My husband was simply irresistible.
Day Fourteen
Sunday 6th September
Damien Daniels
I rapped the steering wheel with my fingers as I observed the abandoned army barracks from a distance. This was it, the moment I’d been working towards. Inside, waiting for me, were four of the most highly skilled operatives for hire that money could buy. I’d only had dealings over the phone with the leader of the team, Alfa. There was no way I was giving them my real name, he knew me as Damien and that’s how it was going to stay, so I couldn’t really object that they all went by code names, too. Alfa’s team consisted, rather unoriginally, of Bravo, Charlie and Delta. Why did they always start at the beginning of the alphabet? What if they were up against another team who did the same? When someone yelled “Bravo,” no one would know who the fuck was being spoken to. If I was head of a team, I’d start at the bottom, Whisky, X-ray, Yankee, Zulu. I took a deep breath, checked I wasn’t being followed, and headed towards the rusty open gates. As I drove, I passed some of the outer buildings, which were covered in graffiti and had more broken windows than not. My instructions were to drive to the courtyard, park up, and head to building G.
I cut the engine and got out of the car, activating the remote locking. I was about to start walking when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Arms slid up under mine and shot around the back of my neck, rendering me incapable of fighting back.
‘Don’t make a fucking sound unless I tell you to,’ someone hissed in my ear. ‘I could snap your neck like a twig. Even if you were able to get out of this hold, you have a sniper on the roof opposite aiming for your heart. Understood?’
What the fuck was this? I wasn’t Damien Scott from bloody Strike Back, I was just plain old Damien Daniels. I gulped and nodded, flicking my eyes down to my chest. I tried not to hyperventilate as I saw the round red laser dot flickering on my chest. Shit, he wasn’t joking. What the hell was this? I had to pay an extremely large fee up front, was this what they did? Off the client without even carrying out the job?
‘What’s the code word?’ the gruff voice asked in my ear.
‘P … payday,’ I stuttered, in sudden and desperate need of the toilet. I suddenly knew where the phrase scared shitless came from, as I was about to brick it.
‘Wrong. Take the shot Bravo, this isn’t Damien.’
‘No,’ I cried at the top of my voice, my legs buckling below me. ‘Check, check my pocket for my driving licence, it’s me, I promise it’s me. Don’t kill me.’ I heard a deep laugh behind me, and I lurched against the car, my legs giving out on me, as my captor let me go.
‘Just messing with you, Damien,’ he grinned, slapping the side of my arm. ‘Nothing like a bit of humour to break the ice, is there?’
I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t find anything remotely funny, but no words came out for a moment as I tried to gather my scattered wits. I was no less scared right now looking up at this guy. He was dressed in black combat gear, wearing a balaclava so all I could see were his dark brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, and thin lips. ‘He could have fucking shot me,’ I finally bit.
‘Bravo? Nah, he’s a shit shot. He’s the tech guy, I’m surveillance, and Charlie’s the sniper, close combat, and wetwork specialist.’
‘For swimming across the loch?’ I asked, as I tugged on my sweater and slid my body up the car, using it to support me in an upright position. My eyes opened wide in surprise as he guffawed with laughter.
‘He’s skilled at underwater
manoeuvres alright, but I meant killing at close range, assassination. Spilling blood, wetwork,’ he clarified, sliding a finger across his throat after I still looked up at him blankly. I felt my face colour up with embarrassment.
‘So if I’d got the password wrong, Bravo wouldn’t have shot me?’
‘No, Bravo’s in the building with Alfa, but Charlie, who’s up there on the roof, would have. Come on, let’s get inside.’
I looked up at the roof of building G to see a guy standing up and quickly dismantling what looked like a rifle. Jesus fucking Christ. He wasn’t joking. These guys meant business. ‘You’re Delta then?’ I asked as I found my feet and followed him as he strode towards the building in question.
‘Yep.’
‘What do you specialise in again?’
‘Surveillance and tracking. You really ought to drop that red striped blind in the bathroom when you wank in the shower, Damien,’ he chuckled. I coughed as I choked. Fuck! They’d been watching me already?
‘You know where I’m living?’
‘We’ve been watching you, and the Davenports, for a month. You think we’d take on a job like this without checking out the client and the target first? Alfa only accepts a booking once we’ve scoped out the job. You should have left the surveillance to me, you looked pretty damn uncomfortable in that tent watching the house every day.’
He opened a sturdy metal door and gestured for me to head inside. I was still shaken from my earlier experience, but the knowledge that they were obviously thorough reassured me somewhat. I’d had no idea I was being watched for all of that time. I blinked as I tried to adjust to the darkness of the room I’d just entered. It seemed that all of the windows had been boarded up. It smelled dank and musty in here, and the only light came from a number of lanterns strategically placed around the large space. I could make out a set of four put up beds topped with sleeping bags, all lined up in a row. There was also a foldaway table with a small camping stove and a canteen of water near it, with boxes piled up below. Delta ushered me forwards, towards a couple more tables in the centre of the room. I nearly stumbled as I saw two guys standing there with their arms folded across their chests, watching us approach. Christ, if I thought Delta had scared me, these guys were fucking beasts. I worked out every day, I considered myself to be in great shape, but these guys … they’d put Vin Diesel to shame. The largest one nodded, so I nodded back, thinking he was greeting me. Instead, Delta slapped some kind of duct tape over my mouth and before I knew what was happening, he was stripping me with the assistance of one of the other two.
‘A necessary precaution. We need to make sure you’re not recording any of this,’ stated who I could only presume was Alfa, given he just stood and watched. It wasn’t like I had a damn choice, I was no match for fighting off these guys. I cupped my groin as I finally stood there naked and humiliated.
‘We’re good,’ announced one of the guys, making me wince as he ripped the duct tape, and possibly the top layer of my skin, off my mouth.
‘Car’s clean as well, boss,’ came a voice from behind me as I heard the door open and close.
‘Damien, I’m Alfa. Get dressed, take a seat, and let’s get down to business,’ the largest one stated, confirming my suspicions that he was the leader. He flicked his head towards one of the collapsible metal benches positioned in front of the tables. I nodded and did as I was told, scanning each of the guys who were now facing me. All of them were dressed the same and all wearing balaclavas. ‘You’ve met Delta, this is Bravo and Charlie. You won’t get to see our faces yet, for obvious reasons, but we have our initials stitched into our bulletproof vests, in case you can’t work out who is who.’
‘Ok,’ I replied, cringing to hear my voice was almost a whisper. These men were seriously intimidating. ‘Ok,’ I repeated as loudly and confidently as I could.
‘Ground rules first. You don’t come here again unless you’re asked. From this moment on, I’m calling the shots. You do what I say, when I say it, no hesitation. That goes for orders from any of my team. Any problems with that and we walk away. Our deposit’s non-refundable. Clear?’
‘Clear,’ I agreed. Like I was going to quit now, when I was so close. ‘I have all of the information I’ve gathered over the last two years in my car. Shall I get it?’
‘No need. We’ve done our own. Taking the kid up here isn’t impossible, but it’s not going to be easy. Delta’s tried to hack into their telecommunications, but given the place is owned by who it is, the firewalls he’s encountered are beyond even his expertise, so that’s something we need to work on. We’ve ascertained that the target is due to start reception school in Domartie on Monday. From what we’ve seen, it’s likely the mother will go with him each day, accompanied by the female and male bodyguards. That’s likely to be our best shot, either ambushing the vehicle en-route, or hitting them outside the school. The disadvantage is the getaway. There are fewer streets or roads to get lost on and avoid them tracking us once we’ve snatched him. London would be better.’
‘He has an appointment with his Paediatrician next Friday in London, they’ve booked the helicopter to take them down Thursday night,’ I confirmed.
‘How do you know that?’ Alfa demanded. ‘We don’t even have access to that information.’
‘You think I’ve spent two years planning for this for nothing?’ I shot back. He may be in charge, but it was my fucking operation. My payday. ‘I’ve got my own sources and they’re reliable. Can you set this up in less than a week?’
‘As long as we can confirm your intel, yes,’ he nodded. ‘We have a base set up ready for when we have him. Bravo has the audio-visual equipment primed to send the ransom video. Once you get the funds, it’s simply a case of transferring our share, then we off the kid and go our separate ways. Job done.’
‘Off him?’ I felt my eyes widen in horror. ‘You’re planning on killing him?’
‘I thought that’s what you wanted. You said you weren’t giving him back.’
‘I’m not. I want to teach them a fucking lesson, but killing is out of the question. I was going to keep him, bring him up as my own. He’s young enough that he’ll soon forget his life before.’
‘Keep him? Are you off your fucking rocker?’ laughed Charlie. ‘You want as much distance from this as possible once it’s done. Slitting his throat and leaving him behind is the only option. You take him, one day someone will realise who he is and you’re finished.’
‘No one’s slitting anyone’s throats, not least a fucking kid,’ I yelled, knocking over the bench as I shot up, furious. ‘You touch one fucking hair on his head and the deal is off. No kidnap and no fucking money. I want a guarantee that you won’t hurt him.’
‘You realise that we don’t actually need you for this job anymore?’ scoffed Charlie, giving me a menacing look. ‘We could kill you right now, grab the kid, and just claim the ransom ourselves.’
‘You need me because I have an untraceable bank account set up for the funds,’ I stated as confidently as I could, given Charlie’s statement was quite possibly true.
‘What makes you think we don’t have one already,’ asked Alfa.
‘Seeing as though you’ve known exactly where I was for the last month, and you’ve not already made a move on me or the kid, I’m assuming I’d already be dead if you didn’t need me,’ I replied, holding his gaze, hoping that I was right. ‘No one harms him.’
‘Why the fuck do you care so much about him?’ laughed Charlie, shaking his head.
‘I don’t, I care about what he could become. He’s the son of one of the greatest IT minds in the world right now. If he has even half of his father’s talent, I could make a fortune off him and I can’t do that if he’s bloody dead!’ I shot back.
‘Give the guy his due, he has a point,’ nodded Delta, giving me an admiring look.
‘Oliver Davenport won’t be killed,’ I repeated. ‘I want each of your words right now.’
‘Fine, fucking so
ft pansy,’ muttered Charlie. I looked at each of them in turn, waiting for their responses, and let out a discreet breath of relief when they agreed. In another ten or fifteen years, with technology continuing to develop, who knew what that kid could be capable of?
We all took seats around the table as Delta flicked through the papers on the desk and pulled out a map of the area surrounding the Paediatrician’s office and they started to plan. I asked where we were going to take Oliver once we had him and was told that they’d paid cash to hire a cottage in the middle of a forest not far from Snowdonia. It was off the beaten track and had an old World War II bunker next to it. That would be ideal to keep Oliver in, undetectable if any hikers happened to be passing by. It sounded perfect.
I made a point of closing all of the curtains in the house, including lowering the bathroom blind, as soon as I got in. Knowing they’d been watching me for a bloody month was creepy. I took a shower, but I was too wired to masturbate. I wanted to cross another item off my list. I was so close now, I could almost taste victory. I wrapped a towel around my waist and hurried down to the dining room, opened the door, and pulled out my pad. Flipping the lid off the black marker, I slowly ran it through item eight, savouring the words disappearing from view. I popped the lid back on the marker and straightened up, looking down at the pad.
Just two steps and one week. Not even coke gave me the high I was feeling right now. Just knowing that months of waiting, watching, and working were about to pay off, was all the rush I needed. I’d never wanted kids, they’d never been on my priority list in life, but a kid like that? He’d better have inherited his dad’s brains, not just his looks. If I ended up with a kid with Ellie’s brain, he may as well be dead for all the use he’d be to me.
Day Fifteen
Monday 7th September
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