by A. L Long
Gently lowering her to the bed, I kissed her lightly on her stomach and headed to my walk-in closet where I kept all of the things to enhance any sexual experience. They had been hidden away for so long it was going to feel really good to use them again. Opening the drawer of the small cabinet, I pulled out the two items I needed and went back to the bed where I knew Gabrielle would be waiting to be worshipped.
With her gorgeous body sprawled out against the dark satin of my comforter, she was a sight to behold. Kneeling beside her, I placed the items that I took from the closet on the nightstand until I felt we were ready to use them. Straddling her hips, I ran my hands down the front of her body, stopping at her breasts to give them a little attention before taking hold of her hands. Pulling them away from her body, I extended them above her head and held them with one hand while I searched for the binds I had hidden beneath my pillows. Finding what I was looking for, I carefully secured her wrists with the silky straps.
Her breath hitched as she said, concerned, “Chavez, I don’t know about this.”
“It’s okay, baby. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, all you have to do is pull on this end and your hands will be free.”
As I watched her head turn to see what I was talking about, she pulled the end of the straps, setting her hand free. Smiling at me, she nodded her head. “Okay.”
Retying her wrists with the rope, I placed the end of the strap in her hand and kissed her gently on the forehead. One thing I liked about having the silky ropes versus handcuffs was that it gave me the freedom I needed to flip her sexy body over, which was what I intended to do.
Lifting my leg, I got off her so that I could walk to the end of the bed and take hold of her ankles. Standing against the edge of the bed, I crossed her legs and soon she was on her stomach. A slight whimper left her mouth, which I knew was because of surprise more than anything. Looking down at her sweet little ass, I couldn’t resist giving it a light spank, which was more of a love tap. Kissing the bottom of her feet, I moved to the side of the bed and walked over to where I had placed the items I planned on using on her.
Gabrielle was watching me intently over her shoulder, wondering what I planned on doing with my little toys. Having the butt plug and scented lube in hand, I had to smile. Taking her in the ass had been something I wanted to do since I laid eyes on her and now I was going to do just that, but in order to make sure it would be as pleasurable for her as it would be for me, I needed to make sure she was prepared.
When I got to the end of the bed, I placed my hands on her hips and said in a soft but stern voice. “Lift your body so you are on your hands and knees.”
Once she was in position, I tapped her lightly on the back, letting her know to lower her upper body down to her elbows. If it wasn’t for the plans I had, I could have taken her little ass right then and there. The small heart-shaped gap between her thighs brought my cock to full attention. Clearing my thoughts, I put a small amount of lube on the plug, making sure it was fully coated. As I covered the plug, I took the excess off by using my finger that would be caressing her tiny pucker. Working the lube around her tight hole, I comforted her by placing small wet kisses down her back. The plug was the perfect size for her as I pushed it inside. There didn’t seem to be any discomfort as her hips began pushing backward.
“I’m going to take this slow, baby,” I confessed.
When I didn’t hear her object, I placed my cock at her sweet entrance and slowly began pushing inside her. I heard a small grunt, stopping for a moment to make she was okay. “Are you good, babe?”
“Yes, keep going,” she responded in a raspy moan.
Pushing a little further, I took my time. No matter how much self-control it took me not to plunge deep inside her tight pussy, it was important that she was comfortable. With the plug in her sweet ass, her channel became so much tighter, sending my cock to paradise. Her walls began pulling me in and I knew that it was only a matter of time before she would let go. With my cock deeply buried inside her, I placed one hand on her ass, while I used the other to move the plug in and out of her. I wanted to give her more of what I knew would take her to a new paradise. The sound of her screams filled the room as she could no longer hold on to what was her own paradise. The minute I removed the plug from her ass, her body collapsed. Still fully rooted inside her, I could no longer hold back my own release. My semen spilled deep inside her and I fell upon her body with complete satisfaction.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Gabrielle
I couldn’t have been more relaxed as I slowly opened my eyes to the sunlight that was shining through the window. I couldn’t even remember the last time that I had rested so soundly. Stretching my body to help wake it up, I glanced over to Chavez to see that he was still sound asleep. Smiling to myself, I soaked in the perfection of his body as I watched the expansion of his chest rise and fall to every breath he took. Even though only the upper half of his body was exposed, I knew exactly what was lying beneath the sheet. Carefully sliding out of bed, I felt like it was my turn to do something nice for him. Slipping on the shirt that he had placed on the chair next to the door, I looked back over to his gorgeous body to make sure I didn’t wake him.
Finding everything I needed to make Chavez a breakfast he wouldn’t forget, I began mixing together the ingredients to make the best pancakes he ever tasted. Flipping the last of the scrumptious flapjacks, I heard the door to the bedroom open, letting me know that Chavez was up and about. Pouring him a cup of coffee, I turned toward him to find that he had put on a pair of lounge pants, which hung low on his waist revealing the sexy ‘v’ of his sculpted muscular frame. I licked my lips as his eyes met mine, knowing exactly what I was drooling over.
Handing him his coffee, I said in a soft voice, “Morning, sunshine. Hope you’re hungry,” as I looked over to the counter where I left a heaping platter full of pancakes.
“Hungry, yes. I think you may have gone a little bit overboard on the pancakes, babe. There is enough here to feed us for a week.” Chavez was right, I may have overdone it a little bit, but the main thing was that he was going to love them.
Taking his place at the breakfast bar, I dished him four pancakes and placed the plate in front of him. As he coated the cakes with syrup, I looked at him, anticipating his reaction when he took his first bite. When his moans of delight sounded, I knew it was good. My mom always said, “The best way to a man’s heart is through his gut.” Now, I knew exactly what she meant. The smile on Chavez’s face was proof of that.
~****~
When Chavez offered to take me to question my dad, I almost told him that it would be better if I did this alone, but something in the back of my mind told me I was going to need all the support I could get. I also needed someone to keep me from strangling the man for what he did to me and my mom.
Walking up the steep steps to the bail arraignment, I could feel my chest begin to tighten. I was hoping to visit him in jail, but when Peter called and told Chavez that they were setting his bail and thought that I would want to be there, there was no way I was going to miss it, especially if the DA needed a character witness in order to revoke his bail request. More than anything, the best thing that could happen today was to put my father back in his cell without bail. He deserved to stew in jail until his court date was set.
When we opened the door to the courtroom, we found that we were too late. The arraignment time had been moved up and I could no longer share my opinion on the matter. Elliott Crawford was out on bail. How he managed to come up with thirty million dollars without using a bail bondsman was beyond me. Our only option was to make sure he didn’t fly the coop.
Even though we missed the arraignment, our day was looking up. Just as we left the courthouse, I caught a glimpse of my father getting into a black sedan. I knew that we wouldn’t be able to get to Chavez’s SUV in time to follow the car, but it wasn’t too far away that I couldn’t get the plate number. Clearing my mind, I concentrated on the plate a
nd said the group of letters and numbers over and over again in my head, “FJQ-897, FJQ-897, FJQ-897.”
As soon as we got to the 4-Runner, I searched in the center console to find a pen and paper so I could write the numbers and letters down. I was certain that I would find something to write on considering that I was with Chavez. Riffling through his things, I didn’t expect to find a note with Kataryna’s number on it. Holding it in my hand, I looked directly over to him with an unhappy look on my face. Unable to hold back my anger, I hissed, “What the fuck, Chavez?”
He stopped his movement, hearing my remark, and held on to the key he was attempting to put in the ignition. Without looking my way, he stated sincerely, “She gave me her number a while ago. I threw it in there. I never even called her. She actually called me. The rest you know.”
I did know the rest, but even that made me wonder if he would have said anything about being at her place. Tearing the small piece of paper in two, I rolled down my window and threw it out. After everything we had been through the past couple of days, I knew he wouldn’t be needing it. Continuing my search, I found what I needed and quickly jotted down the number of the plate. Chavez started the engine and put the 4-Runner into drive without even asking what I had written down or why I had thrown Kataryna’s number out the window. Even now, the plate number was embedded in my brain from saying it over and over again. There was no way I would forget it.
As we drove, I requested that we go by my place so that I could change my clothes before heading over to FBI headquarters. I thought about avoiding my apartment all together, but considering I was wearing yesterday’s clothes, I needed to change into a fresh set of clothes if I didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention.
Less than an hour later, Chavez dropped me off and was on his way to the shop to take care of his own things. I was glad that he had things to do himself because the last thing I wanted was for him looking over my shoulder wondering what I was searching for. Settling in my cubicle, I pulled up the New York Department of Motor Vehicle’s website, which we had full access to. Plugging in the number, I thought for sure there would be a hit on the plate, but there was nothing. I knew I hadn’t written the number wrong, so I entered it again and waited for the results. Still nothing. It was then that I realized that the plates weren’t from New York but from New Jersey.
By the time I got the proper code to research New Jersey’s Motor Vehicle Department, it was well after five and everyone on the floor was either finishing their work or leaving. Finally finding what I needed, the car was registered to one Elliott Crawford. Taking a piece of notebook paper, I wrote down the address and headed out the door. Elliott didn’t live far from the FBI station and I could be there in a matter of minutes. The only problem was I didn’t have my car and Chavez was long gone. The only other option I had was using one of the pool vehicles
I knew that it was a long shot in finding Elliott at the registered address from the plate search, but I had to at least give it a try. As I pulled up to an iron gate, I pressed the button on the intercom. About a minute later a scruffy voice came on and said, “Ma’am, I think you are in the wrong place.”
Thinking that I needed to come up with an excuse to get past the gate, I thought for a moment and said, “I’m so sorry to bother you, but I was here about a week ago and I think I may have lost my earing in Mr. Crawford’s bedroom. I’ll only be a minute. I wouldn’t ask, but my dearly departed grandmother gave them to me before she passed and they really mean a lot to me.”
My story must have been believable, because not more than a minute later the gate slid open allowing me to drive through. I knew that a man like Elliott Crawford probably had a different woman every night. I felt pretty safe in letting them think I was one of his many women.
~****~
The only reason I wanted to get inside the large house was to find my father, aka Elliott Crawford, but unfortunately for me he was nowhere to be found. As soon as the servant let me in and directed to me the bedroom, I thought for sure I would have found Elliott there. It was only after I asked ignorantly, “Is Mr. Crawford around?” that I realized my blunder.
“No, Miss. Mr. Crawford hasn’t been to the estate for some time. He has been called away on an extended business trip,” he admitted.
After he said those words, there was a look on his face as to why I was in the home in the first place. Knowing that his wheels were turning, I looked at him and said, “I remember him saying something like that the last time I was with him.”
When the butler or whatever he was left me to my search, I turned in the opposite direction to see what I could dig up on Mr. Crawford. I needed to be careful not get caught in my search. Heading back down the hall and down the stairs, I crept along to make sure I wouldn’t be seen. While Mr. Butler was showing me the way to the bedroom, I noticed that there was a study of some sort just down the stairs and to the right. If there was any information to be found that would be the place.
As soon as I opened the door, I knew I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. There, looking out the window, was my father. To top it off, standing just inside the door was the man I thought I buffaloed. When our eyes met, there was the kindness that I remembered as a child. As soon as it appeared, it was gone when he said, “Gabrielle. I was wondering how long it would take for you to find me.”
Stepping closer to him, I looked deep into his eyes, trying desperately to find the answers, but found only a cold-blooded killer inside. I just wanted to know what in God’s name could possess a person to be so heartless and cruel. Being the strong woman I was; I ignored his cold emotionless eyes and asked, “Why?
“There are many things you don’t know about me, Gabrielle, but one thing you must understand, I am not a killer and I never took a life.”
I would never believe what he said. He was a liar and a cheat and a piece of shit that had no right to consume the air I breathed. Reaching in my purse to pull out my handgun, I felt a strong grip on my shoulder. I knew it was his minion who had been waiting at the door when I walked in the room.
“Don’t be stupid, Gabrielle. Winifred, please assist my daughter with her bag.” His voice cut like a dagger. The minute my purse was taken from me, I knew I was in trouble. Not only did I no longer have my weapon to protect myself, I also didn’t have my cell to call for help. I was totally screwed.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Chavez
I wasn’t sure what Gabrielle was up to, but I knew I needed to trust her. After all, she was an FBI agent and could handle herself. It was only after I hadn’t heard from her for some time and my efforts to get in touch with her were wasted when the call went straight to voicemail that I knew something had to be wrong, and it wasn’t because she purchased a new phone. I should have paid more attention to what she was writing down in my 4-Runner.
“Think, Chavez, think,” I rambled to myself as I sat behind the wheel. It was then that I remembered the notepad. Opening the center console, I pulled out the pad and hunted for a pencil. On the bottom, under all of my garbage was a mechanical pencil. Rubbing the lead gently across the paper, what she had written came into view. As the number and letters began to appear I knew it had to have been a license plate. Even though I only had four of the six characters, it was enough. My chances of finding out who it belonged to were pretty good. I just wished I knew why it was so important for Gabrielle to write it down.
Turning off the ignition, I headed back inside the shop to see what I could come up with. Sitting in front of my computer, I began my search. There were so many names that came up, I was about to pull out my hair. Looking through the thousands of hits, not one single name hit home. This was beginning to look like a lost cause. Scratching my head, it dawned on me that I might need to expand my search area. Looking at the state of Connecticut and then New Jersey, I finally got a hit four hours later. I should have expected for it to belong to the one name that was staring back at me.
Writing down the infor
mation from the screen, I headed back to my SUV and prayed that I would be led to where Gabrielle was. I contemplated on whether or not to let the guys in on what was happening, but in the end, decided to wait to let them in on it. If this was a dead end, I didn’t want to tear them away from what they were working on. Heading out of the city, I crossed the Hoover Bridge into New Jersey and followed the directions on the GPS. One way or another, I was determined to find Gabrielle, even if it meant doing this alone.
As I came upon the address, I knew there was no way I would be going through the front gate. I needed to find another way in. Driving a short distance from the large estate, I found a spot to pull over where my 4-Runner would be hidden out of sight. Getting out of my car, I walked along the tree line beside the road. When I was close to the front gate, I ducked between the trees until I came to a brick wall, which I knew was the fence that surrounded the property. Looking upward to find a place to cross over, I saw a branch that was parallel to the top of the wall. I just needed to climb the tree over to the branch to the other side of the wall.
Landing on my feet, I took in my surroundings and found that the driveway leading to the house had to have been about one hundred yards. It was lined with trees on both sides of the dirt road, giving me ample coverage so that I could make it to the house without being seen. Carefully making my way up the drive, I could clearly see the front of the large house. There wasn’t anyone manning the outside that I could see. I knew that I couldn’t walk through the front door either. Searching for another way in, I spotted a black Tahoe parked on the side of the house that looked as though it could have been an FBI vehicle. It would make sense for Gabrielle to borrow an FBI car, especially since she had no other way to get here.