Locked Down With Mr Right

by Jamie Knight

  “Right,” I said, moving forward without even noticing at first. “

  It was something I thought of as a food fugue. A semi-meditative state brought on by the presentation of certain terribly unhealthy foods and characterized by a lack of attention to surroundings and a shambling, zombie-like walk.

  “Shit!” I called, thinking my shin on one of the chairs.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, nothing’s broken,” I said.

  “Glad to hear it,” he said, not seeming like he was concerned this could be the case.

  It was a struggle. There was something about the two of us in a room, no matter how ill-suited to the activity, that tended to lead to sex. Lots of sex. It was like a force of nature. A magnetic force pulling us together. Like we might die if we didn’t touch.

  Surviving all the way through breakfast, having just had some wonderful sex in the shower, it was time to get ready for the big show. One of the advantages to the whole situation, was that I never had to decide what to wear.

  “This should do,” Tobias said, taking the new dress from the garment bag Clementine had brought in.

  It was less Daisy Buchanan, even a 21st Century version, and more like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

  “I might need some help,” I said, noticing the zipper in the back.

  “Not a problem,” Tobias said, with a slightly crooked smile.

  Helping me out of his shirt I was using as a nightgown, Tobias caressed the length of my nude form before getting his mind back on track. He pulled the dress over my head and the hem down to my knees. Griping it firmly at the bottom, he ran the zipper to top, encasing me in the beautiful replica, sans underwear. It was one of the sexiest experiences of my life.

  It must have been for him, too. As soon as the zipper was done, Tobias was on his knees with his hands on my hips, helping me stay up as he devoured my pussy. I reach out a hand to a nearby bedpost, using the other to lovingly stroke his hair. Encouraging my love in his endeavours. It got me nice and relaxed, and Tobias smoothed the hem of the dress back down to its former glory.

  The doorbell tune echoed through the halls and corridors of the house, bouncing off the high, majestic walls. They came in like an army of grim surgeons, all wearing masks and gloves. I recognized a couple by their eyes. Especially Mitch, who had one brown eye and one blue eye like David Bowie.

  They set up in the bedroom. I guess they were trying to give a sense of intimacy. The same logic was the behind the concept of boudoir photography. Most of it was shot on sets. There were very few things that were actually what they appeared. ‘Seeing is believing’ was yet another example of sad, social mythology.

  With the stage set, it was time to take my place in front of the cameras and do what the executives commanded in order for the chance at more money than I had ever even seen. ‘Carrot before the horse’ rang truer all the time.

  Tobias stayed. I didn’t know if he would, but I was really glad. I thought it might be awkward, but at the same time, I was grateful for the moral support. What was about to happen was really conflicting. Dean seemed like a great kid, but a kid he was, or so it seemed to me. A more than 10-year age gap can do that.

  Mercy had, indeed, sent me transcripts, and audio, of some of her hotter integrations. They were really good and sexy, but I wasn’t really sure I could do the same. I had gotten the basic the idea of the banter, clarified by my practice session with Tobias. I would just have to relax and go with the flow. Going through the motions as Mercy had put it. At least that was the plan.

  I had forgotten how handsome he was. His clean-shaven baby face was moisturized until it glowed. My prime suspect was baby lotion. Combined with his casual clothing style, a far cry from the Valentino suit he had worn on our date, reminded of Joe Orton.

  It was a bit of a slow start. Dean was almost as nervous as I was. It was almost as if he was afraid of offending me, which was adorable in its own way. Eventually, we both found our footing and relaxed into it.

  Dean’s cock came out where I could see it. They would have to crop the video in post if they ended up leaving it in at all. It wasn’t nearly as traumatizing as I thought it would be for either of us. Seeing how calm I was seemed to help him relax too, easing into stroking himself with me giving him verbal encouragement.

  It really wasn’t his fault. He would have been told what we were doing as much as I was. He had none of the bravado or lack of self-awareness displayed by the first guy at the restaurant that Tobias had to knock out. While the whole thing was supposed to be sexy, I was mostly focused on trying to help him through it. Also hoping it would be the last one we would have to do.

  Eventually, it got to my turn. Dean telling me everything he was doing to me trying to turn me on. To his credit he did start with a foot massage and pussy-licking. The effect was there but not nearly what it was with Tobias. I had just begun to do what Mercy had suggested, pretending to touch myself when sweet, lovely Tobias helped us both out.

  He stayed well out of range of the camera, literally crawling on his hands and knees across the floor. He ended up between my legs, most of his lower body under the desk. I rolled back a bit, to give him a bit more room, making it look like I was giving Dean a better view of me. The area below my tits was still well out of camera range.

  Which was handy, as Tobias was down there, caressing the inside of my thighs making me hum with contentment. The cameras and mics caught it all. When the situation called for it, Dean got more explicit and my pantomime following suit, actually rubbing my belly as opposed to my pussy, which Tobias had well in hand, Tobias used his tongue. I’m pretty sure people in Britain heard me moan.

  Moving my hand, I stroked the back of Tobias’s head as he took loving care of my business, making it look to all the world as if I was furiously stroking myself, I could feel tension building. Dean’s second orgasm came just ahead of my first.

  Dean and I were both spent. We found a graceful way to end things, and the cameras turned off and the screen went blank. Tobias was still giving me long, gentle laps, from bottom to top as I recovered.

  Emerging from beneath the desk Tobias took my face in both hands kissing me long and deep. I was too shocked and tired to really responded but I still really appreciated the sweet sentiment.

  Lifting me up out of the chair, Tobias braced me against him as he unzipped my dress, peeling it from me. Left in my bare essentials, he scooped me up into his arms, hanging the dress neatly over the back the chair, and carried me over to the massive bed.

  Keeping a hand on me while caressing from my pussy to my neck and then back again, Tobias, apparently ambidextrous, took off his clothes with his free hand. Opening my legs so he could get his fingers into my pussy, I took his mostly hard cock in both hands, lovingly stroking him until he was to his full pride and glory.

  Placing a hand on the back of my head, he held me still as he lovingly face-fucked me. I sucked him as hard as I could while he thrusted. His fingers still deep in my pussy, slowly working me to a g-spot orgasm. I held on as long as I could so we could cum together, Tobias filling my mouth with his sweet load as he helped me elevate to a whole new level of being with his bare hands.

  Retuning back to Earth as Tobias was cleaning us both off with the handy wet wipes, Tobias turned me over onto my belly. Leaving me flat, he gently opened my legs, caressing me as he did so, making the whole process feel really sexy.

  Kissing his way up my back, my sweet man slowly mounted me, the head of his magnificent cock pressed up against my pussy. I did my best to relax, welcoming him as he worked his way in. Our bodies came together in the most beautiful way. His pelvis pressed up gently against my ass, he hovered. Hanging out deep in my pussy, he softly kissed the back of my neck.

  When I was recovered from the magic he managed to weave inside my pussy, he started to move. His cock shifted between my tight pussy walls like tectonic plates. The moan came from deep inside my soul. I was doing my best to express the pl
easure he was giving me. But I was falling sadly short.

  Placing both hands on my bare shoulders for leverage, my man began to fuck me, and fuck me good. The headboard slammed into the wall, the acoustics making it sound a lot like a series of thunderclaps.

  He eased out of me with seconds to spare. Tobias turned me onto my side and fed me his load as he worked me to a finish with his fingers, both of us nearly coming at the same time.

  Helping me turnover onto my back, Tobias left, just for a moment. I was most of the way to sleep anyway after giving it my all for both Dean at Tobias. Tucking me under the lovely duvet, Tobias sat down on the edge of the bed and began to read.

  “In the castle of Baron Thunder-ten-Tronckh in Westphalia, there once lived a youth endowed by nature with the gentlest of characters. His soul was revealed in his face. He combined rather sound judgement with great simplicity of mind; it was for this reason, I believe, that he was given the name of Candide.”

  It was a beautiful dream. It had glens and dales, a cottage in the valley, the whole nine. Very Hobbit-esque. Tobias was there, of course. If he wasn’t, I could still only think of it as the worst of nightmares.

  As soon as I woke up from the dream, the panic struck sharp. Throwing on some clothes, still not comfortable naked, outside the room, even in the house, I went to look for him. I heard the typing through the door. The soft, machine-gun like rattle of Tobias executing some important duty. I went down to get something to eat. Sleep always made me hungry.

  “Morning, creampuff.”

  The bowl hit the floor with explosive results. To be fair, it was something of a shock to see Dave sitting there at the table. There was an envelope in front of him.

  “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 coupl
e 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 her. 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.