Caulder is a man lacking in certain emotions, and this kind of job suits him well because of that. He’s able to detach himself completely from the consequences of the tasks that are asked of him, no matter how despicable they might seem to everyone else. Despite the nature of his work, Caulder has a close family, is a well-respected member of his community, and is considered by many of his friends, even the ones that know loosely what he does, to be trustworthy, balanced and fun to be around. Of course that depends entirely on the dynamic of the relationship you find yourself in with him. One word that suits him perfectly in all situations is ‘thorough’.
If there is anyone who can find out who is responsible for the images and the ransom demand, it’s Caulder.
Isabella lives in a large, open planned apartment in a converted warehouse on the east side of Manhattan. She’s worked for Dante for as long as Wonderland has been open, working her way up from occasional dancer to everyday manager, demonstrating excellent business acumen on the way. She is a close confidant, and Dante trusts her completely, but that is beside the point. Caulder trusts no one, which is why he is here.
The first thing Caulder does after picking the three locks to gain access, is sit down in the egg chair that hangs from the ceiling with a thick length of rope, and contemplate the room. Large oak cross beams link structural sections and pipes hang from exposed brick walls like intestines. In one corner sits the large, cushion adorned bed, while another occupies several sofas and a giant, flat screen TV. There are books stacked up along the edges by the huge sash windows, and art work framed in elegant detailing, hanging off industrial hooks. Chains swing loose from the ceiling in sections, some gathered up to hold elegant lamps or other elements of modernist decoration.
Caulder takes off his shoes, taking care to tuck the laces inside and place them by the door. He pulls on latex gloves, cracks his knuckles and begins his search, moving from area to area methodically. Out of kitchen drawers he removes utensils, operation manuals, and tea-towels, all of which he examines carefully before putting back. He goes through closets, drawers, cabinets and boxes. He removes clothes, runs his hand along brick work to look for hidden gaps and sections, lowers himself carefully to look under the bed and meticulously examines the ceiling with an intense beam torch.
Out of a box stashed prudently in the bathroom, he pulls sex toys and lubricants, anti-depressants and other exotic medications, all of which he handles without a single break in concentration . Behind a hanging portrait he finds a safe, the lock to which he has open in around six minutes, which has money and expensive jewelry inside.
When he is finally finished, the apartment has been turned over completely to his satisfaction and he’s back in his swinging chair, he takes out his notepad and pen, and crosses off Isabella’s name.
He goes to the fridge, drinks orange juice from the carton, takes a loud leak in the toilet bowl, and puts his shoes back on by standing up and balancing himself perfectly. With the thick door closed behind him, he resets the locks and heads back to his car.
At Alex’s apartment he does the same. There, amongst an office drawer of assorted electronics, he finds a digital camera, where close inspection of the memory card reveals nothing out of the ordinary. He opens her computer, scans her files and copies a large chunk of them onto a pen drive. In the waste paper basket, he finds screwed up post it notes of captured chunks of passing thoughts and unimportant reminders, alongside torn bills and discarded paperwork. In the bathroom upstairs, he cleans his teeth with her toothbrush, while her cat, Ivan, watches him suspiciously from out in the corridor. Back in his car, he scratches her name off the notepad.
Henry sips at cold coffee. On the table in front of him sits an antique radio, broken into a hundred pieces and scattered about folded newspaper. Ghost lies at his feet, caught peacefully in postprandial sleep. Outside, his car swallowed by the shadow of a large tree, Caulder waits. On the seat next to him, taken from a hidden compartment in the trunk of Henry’s Sedan only moments before, sits a large manila envelope, out of which stick the white borders of several printed photos.
Chapter 5
The light around Dr Chaudrey’s head looks like a halo. Sash can’t help but think it appropriate, considering that what he is about to do to her would be viewed in some cultures as a miracle. Even in her own understanding of the advances of modern life, Sash can’t help but feel like she’s about to be blessed, and that Dr Chaudrey is less of a doctor and more of a modern day saint. How many girls can say that they have lost their virginity twice?
Dante watches his stepsister eagerly. In less than two hours, she’ll be as pure as she was when they first met. At her side, he holds her hand, while Dr Chaudrey and his team of assistants, one of whom Sash notices has kind eyes, hover above her, getting her ready for the operation.
Sash feels comfortable in their company. The room is clean, the procedure, she has been reminded again, extremely simple. Dante is by her side. The woman with the kind eyes is brushing the hair away from her head like her mother used to do. They are going to administer general anesthetic only because it’s more comfortable for Sash that way. When she wakes up, she’ll feel a little tender but nothing more. After a while, it will pass. She’ll notice nothing uncomfortable or different with her body. Dante has promised to take her for a romantic, candlelit dinner. He’s promised to wine her and dine her and then fuck her brains out spectacularly, and just the thought of it makes her melt.
She can feel her eyes getting heavy, the light blurring at the corner of the room. The last thing she remembers before she falls asleep, is Dante’s phone ringing and her hand slipping away from his as he goes to answer it.
***
In the hallway, green paint peels near a crack in the wall. Dante turns his mobile phone over in his hands as he looks at it, trying to think what to do. It’s the same thing he’s been doing for the last hour and still hasn’t reached a conclusive decision. One hundred million dollars is a lot of money to pay for silence. It’s a lot of money to risk for that silence too. Again the question comes to him, how did they know?
If he lets Caulder do what he needs to do, he crosses a point he can never return from. If he doesn’t do anything at all, he risks everything he has spent his life working towards. He didn’t exaggerate when he warned Sash, if the whole world finds out about them, he knows they’ll be finished. Not only will his businesses lose interest from important backers, he’ll lose the faith of his clients and his life, as he knows it now, will change completely.
He’ll be backed into a corner, hounded, harassed, and absolutely humiliated. They both will, and he can’t afford that. Not when he’s on the verge of getting what he wants. Not after such a long time waiting for it. If it isn’t Henry, however, he has another problem entirely. He has the initial problem of dealing with the ransom, and then he has the problem of Henry and his mother automatically finding out about them. He knows what he promised Sash, but can he afford for them to find out this way?
The mobile phone turns in circles against his leg. The more he looks at it, the bigger the crack gets. On one side one half of the corridor bathed in light that spills from the adjacent window, the other in darkness cast by the shadows of a large oak paneled cabinet. Sash will never forgive him if she finds out, but then if she found out what he’s done already for them, they’d be over like that. One hundred million dollars. He could pay for his silence directly for much less than that. But what if it’s not Henry, what does he do then? What if the whole thing is a bluff or a set up? Can he take the risk if he thinks it is?
Once again, he cycles through the images, grainy but clear enough to make out, of him fucking his stepsister. Despite the obvious issue, they make him feel a little proud and a lot horny. There she is captured in a moment in time, under his spell. Bound by him, driven wild by him, taken and owned by him, she is his, forever.
Finally coming to terms with what he has to do, he takes a deep breath, and makes the call.
&nbs
p; Chapter 6
Dante is by her side when she wakes in a recovery room, one hand on her forehead, the other grasping her fingers tightly. It takes her a moment to realize it’s not her bedroom, nor is it anywhere else she’s ever been before. A moment later she remembers the operation and why she is here, and as if the memory itself brings with it the sensation, she immediately feels a knot of pain gnaw at her insides.
“Hey”, Dante says, as he watches her stir.
“Hey”, Sash whispers, stretching her legs out as much as she can to flex her spine. Afterwards, she turns to him, her hand snaking up his arm to pull him closer. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Not long”, Dante says, “A couple of hours, that’s all. How do you feel?”
“I don’t know”, Sash says. “A little queasy I guess. Alright though. Is it over?”
“Yeah, it’s over”, Dante says. “I told you it would be alright.”
“Am I a virgin again?” Sash asks, happier than she thought she would be at the prospect. The more she considers what Dante has asked her to do, the more she likes it. Her stepbrother was right. Like this, they can do what they were always meant to do. She can finally give him what she always wanted to give him, but never had the guts to, and he can finally take what he always wanted to take. Even now, having just woken up from the operation with her pussy still sore from it, she can feel the tingles of anticipation about to combust inside her. She knows how much he wants this, which means when he finally gets to take it, it’s going to be the best sensation in the world. The game for her now, is to hold off for as long as she can manage to, until he’s chomping at the bit like a horny beast. Once again, Sash can feel the scales of power tilt in her favor. Not only has she done what she promised him she would do, which means that he in turn has to do what he promised, she has the power over him to decide when to give him what he wants, or more appropriately when to finally give in and let him take it.
“According to Dr Chaudrey”, Dante says, “Your hymen is intact, which means that you are a virgin once again.”
“Are you happy?” Sash asks, already seeing it in him. If she wasn’t holding on to him, she is sure he’d be bouncing around the room like a rubber ball.
“I’ll be even happier when I get you home”, Dante says. “I want to feel it against my cock.”
“Dinner first”, Sash reminds him. “I want to get dressed up. With panties on this time, so you can rip them off.”
Dante can’t help himself. He pushes his hand under the blanket, over Sash’s chest and down to her belly. The brief moment he has it there, Sash’s hand on his wrist holding it in place, pushes the words to her lips. The look they give each other is smoldering. Before she can say it, before she even knows how to say it, Dante moves his hand lower, dancing it towards her pussy. Sash moans as the tips of his fingers glide over her swollen nub, the tender tissue of her tumescent lips. The pain she feels inside her is more like an ache than an agony, and as Dante investigates her delicate pussy, she feels it pulse, as though calling him towards her.
His touch is light and heavenly, and under it, she can’t help but melt immediately. This time it’s her hand that goes to her belly while the other one tightens against Dante’s fingers, guiding them into her. Together they slide along her sex, around her nub in tantalizing movements, and down towards her hole. She’s wet already. Tumid and turned on. More ready than ever to let him take her. Instead, she twists onto her side again, closes her thighs around his hand to trap his fingers, and pushes her pussy away from him.
“Dinner first”, she says again, no matter how much effort it takes to resist him.
After Dr Chaudrey has performed his post operational checks, and Sash has rested and redressed, they leave the clinic arm in arm. Sash feels a lot better than she thought she would. There is a sensation deep inside her that she can’t really describe as pain, but apart from that, and now that the anesthetic has worn off, she feels absolutely fine.
In the taxi on the way to the hotel, Dante has to fight against his urges to touch her. They both watch as the taxi driver eyes them curiously, his rear view mirror positioned in such a way, that if Sash wanted to, she could open her legs and reveal herself to him. Something about that excites them both. Something about sharing a secret does too. Dante has waited for over three years for this, and although difficult, can happily bide his time. For a long while, he didn’t think this moment would come at all, and now he has everything that he has ever wanted, ready for him to take whenever he wants to. His stepsister, his virgin, in his arms finally. This is how it was always meant to be.
At home, Sash is reminded again of the flowers and the presents. In her hasty exit this morning, she forgot completely about them. As soon as they are inside the door, safe again in their own private environment, Dante can’t keep his hands off her.
Sash can see the erection bulging against his trousers, but as much as she wants to pull his cock out and have him force it inside her, she’s keen to make him wait for as long as she can. When he pulls her towards him she makes a point of squirming away, and when he chases her, enjoying the game as much as she is, she runs, her heart beating wildly. On the bed he fights to force his hand between her legs, bites her ear softly and puts his hot hands around her breasts.
Sash giggles, moans and begs him to stop. She bites him back and sucks his tongue. She lifts up his shirt and spreads her fingers out across his chest, her eyes wide with desire. She kicks through rose petals and locks herself in the second bedroom, her whole body tingling with nervous anticipation. This is what it feels like to be a teenager once again. This is what it feels like to be in love.
Dante teases her. He touches her and spanks her, and pulls her against him. He can feel his cock throbbing at the thought of entering her. He has been permanently hard from the moment she agreed to have it done. Even if Sash thinks he’s ready to take her right there in the hotel, he’s keen to wait, to shift the power back and make her beg for it. He’ll let her believe she’s in control and then deny her that control as soon as she wants to exert it. He knows the power he has over his stepsister, and he knows she won’t be able to resist him forever.
They shower together. Sash knows it’s a risk, but she wants to take it. She wants them to want each other so badly it burns inside. She lays down rules before they begin. Look but don’t touch. Then touch but don’t fuck.
Sash could watch the water cling to Dante’s body for an eternity. She could watch the way he moves for the rest of their lives together and never get bored. She is stunned silent by his beauty, and like this, finally, she has a chance to fully appreciate him. Next to him she feels like she pales in comparison, but Dante is quick to make her believe otherwise. Looking into his eyes she knows immediately how much he idolizes her, and to see him snap erect just to have her there alongside, fills her with an immeasurable sense of pride. Finally, she has him. Finally, after so long apart, after so long wondering whether they would ever get to be together, they are. After this, after they have sealed their love physically, Sash wants to let the whole world know, even if Dante feels otherwise. Holding their secret in would be harder than keeping her virginity from him.
“What are you thinking about?” Dante asks, his hands pushing shampoo through his hair, his biceps flexed.
“Nothing”, Sash confesses.
She watches the soap slide across his shoulder, down the shallow gap between his pectorals and over his belly button. When it reaches the base of his rock hard cock, she can’t hold herself back any longer and goes to him.
“Hey”, Dante says, pulling away slightly. “I thought you said no touching until after dinner?”
Sash flutters her eyelids at him. “I know”, she says, massaging his cock gently. “I meant no touching by you.”
“And you think I’m dangerous?”
Dante shifts slightly so he’s out of the line of the water. The effect is that it looks like Sash is pulling him along by his cock. She’s quite a bit short
er than her stepbrother so she has to bend him down to do it, but when Dante realizes what she wants, he angles his body to facilitate it. Sash stands on her tiptoes and pulls on her pussy lips to reveal her clit. When she doesn’t quite get the angle she wants, she shows her stepbrother her flexibility, lifts her leg into the air and rests it against the tiled wall. Like this, she’s exposed and he can see her open herself up. She takes his cock-head, careful to tease him by sliding her thumb over the sensitive patch of skin that connects to his shaft, and rubs it around her clitoris, prudent not to touch them together directly.
She’s horny and they both know it. Dante reaches out and begins to play with her nipples, touching the skin lightly to tease it, before locking the sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger and pulling sharply. After a while, Sash pulls away, keen not to let him have too much control. Dante gives her a look and lets her continue, happy to watch her tease herself to the point of losing that control. He can see how horny she is by the size of her clit and despite the warm water careening over her, he can feel just how sticky her pussy is. Sash can’t help herself. The sensation is that good. She rubs him against her clit more directly now, wanking him into her quickly. Looking at him, she bites her lip playfully.
“What are you doing, Sash?” Dante asks, his arms hanging impotently by his side.
She moves him away from her clitoris and towards her hole. Like this he can feel the edge of it. The point of entry. Sash takes a deep breath, ready to swallow him inside her. That gnawing sensation aches out across her body again.
“Sash”, Dante warns again.
“I can’t help it”, Sash moans, her hips already thrusting, ready to gather him inside.
She’s tighter than she was before. Looking down, he can see the tip of his cock engulfed by her swollen pussy lips. He’s ready to fuck her too now, ready to drive his cock home and take her virginity, but as soon as he’s convinced himself it’s a good idea, Sash has collected herself and moved him away. Once again she runs him around her clitoris, before dropping her leg again and stepping away. They look at each other. Sash looks like she has done something wrong, or at least wants to. Her heart is beating hard. Wetness slicks her thighs and Dante’s pre-cum nestles around her clit. Doing this is taking an inhuman amount of control. Maybe she’s got less of it than she thought. Maybe she needs him more than she realized. After he takes her, he’ll be hers forever.
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