After a few minutes of cuddling, he said, “What do you want to do about your cousin?” He looked concerned while he waited for her answer. “Morgan said the original video is in one of those old-style big rectangular video cassettes marked ‘Mikaela New Year’s Eve 1999.’ I thought your body looked much less mature in the video. Does that ring a bell?”
“I remember that I went to a New Year’s Eve party at Maggie’s apartment in Brooklyn that year. It was Y2K, the turning of the millennium. It was a big-deal New Year’s. She was still at Columbia, and she was living with a boyfriend in Brooklyn. I don’t remember his name. I think he was a film student at Pratt Institute. I was so excited and felt so grown up going down to the city for a party. I was a sophomore at Wellesley, and nothing very exciting went on there. I remember I got a new red dress for the party.”
“Do you remember anything else?”
“I remember the party. I had a martini, but I didn’t really like the taste and it was so strong.”
“So, you would have been nineteen?”
“Yes.”
“The legal drinking age in New York was twenty-one, but still…”
“Oh, come on, Dillon. It was college. It was a party and I only had one drink in my cousin’s apartment.”
“Mikaela, the fact that you don’t remember the incident that was filmed indicates to Morgan Court that you were under the influence of a date-rape drug. They frequently have the effect of blanking out peoples’ memories.”
“Do you think Maggie and her boyfriend drugged me and made that video?”
“That’s the likely scenario. You were there at that time. There was a big drinking party under way. She had the videotape on her computer. Sounds logical to me.”
“What should I do now? If I confront her, will Morgan Court’s person get in trouble? She might know someone went into her apartment.”
“She’s going to figure that out eventually when she realizes the original video and the DVD are gone.”
Mikaela laughed for the first time. “Well, a blackmailer can’t exactly go to the police and say ‘someone stole my blackmail video.’ I wish she’d try that one.”
Dillon brushed the wetness from her cheeks before he kissed each of them and then her mouth. The kiss was sweet and comforting before it turned hot and demanding. “We can discuss strategy later. Right now I want to make love to my sub—while her ass is as hot as a firecracker.” She knew her cheeks were blushing. A spanking always turned her on, but it also made her feel vulnerable and embarrassed. The feelings were complex and she really didn’t understand them. A spanking was something she should hate and resent, but she had to admit, at least to herself, that she loved the hot sting on her ass.
“Kneel on the edge of the bed, butt to me. I want to see that gorgeous pink color while I fuck you.”
“It feels more like red than pink.” She knew she was pouting.
“Are you complaining, sub? You deserved every bit of that spanking. Now, take your clothes off and get in position.” She loved that deep, commanding voice.
“Yes, Master.” She did as he ordered. She quickly kicked her slacks and panties to the floor and stripped out of the rest of her clothes, and then she scrambled up on the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. She thought she had a big butt despite what Dillon wisely said. No matter how many squats and clenches she did, it didn’t make any difference in the size of her booty. Thank goodness he loved it.
She could feel her pulse quickening and knew her pussy was slick. He stepped up behind her, and she could hear him dropping his jeans to the floor and kicking free of his moccasins. He ran his big hands over her hot ass, gave it another little smack, and nudged her legs apart. She gritted her teeth. Her pussy was open and available to her Master. She could feel it pulsing with excitement. She wasn’t going to say anything and invite another smack. Her butt was sore as it was. She knew he loved the jiggle when he smacked her ass. They were so perfectly matched that it was amazing. Yin and yang.
His fingers moved over her pussy and clit with exquisite expertise, and she found herself stretching toward him with her butt up and her back arched like a cat begging to be scratched. She definitely had an itch that needed to be scratched, and Dillon was just the man for the job. She knew he was going to tease her until she couldn’t stand it another minute. That was part of the game, part of the fun, part of their love. How had she ever thought she could leave him—even for his own good?
Dillon grabbed her hips and lined his cock up for a fast and sure entry. She felt herself straining to take him in. She wanted to absorb him. Ahhh. He slid his hard cock in and rubbed his fingers over her clit. It was amazing. Just as she was beginning to savor the feeling, he pulled out almost to the tip and held his position. So that was how it was going to be. She jammed herself back against his groin and squeezed her vaginal muscles. She could play dirty as well as he could. She felt the quick, hot slap on her ass. “Behave, sub. Or else.”
“Or else what, Master?” She knew he wouldn’t spank her again so soon. She had a safety window of immunity. She giggled to herself. Dillon thought he was in charge. Poor man. She adored him, but like most men he usually had no clue. Then there were the times when he read her like a book. Like now. He reached down and tickled her rib cage. She laughed as she jerked and released her hold on his cock. The devil. He knew that was her most ticklish spot. Dillon took advantage of his opportunity and slid out again. “Don’t play with me, subbie—especially when you’re in this tempting position. Be patient.” He slid home again with agonizing slowness. It was so delicious she could hardly complain, but she wanted more. She wanted it hard and fast this first time.
He slowly pushed in to the hilt again and held as she relished the feeling of fullness, and her tight pussy muscles stretching to accommodate his length and girth. He was built like a bull down there, and while it was initially a little uncomfortable, it was also completely satisfying. She wiggled her butt and got the expected light smack. It was a good thing her face was hidden in the bedspread or she would be getting another harder one when he realized she was playing with him.
After he had tortured them both to the edge with slow advances and withdrawals, he finally picked up the pace and got serious. He began to stroke harder and faster until his balls were slapping up against her pussy. She loved this pounding rhythm, like the beating of the drums of sex. Her vulnerable position with her ass up in the air pulled her pussy lips tight around his cock and only intensified the sensations. She knew he was watching himself slam into her greedy pussy. She couldn’t help herself where he was concerned. She wanted every ounce, every drop, of Dillon Cavanaugh.
“Dilly, please. Make me come.” He pistoned his cock into her tight center, finally her pulse quickened, and she blasted over the edge into oblivion. She held her position with difficulty while Dillon pumped his seed into her waiting womb. He came down on her back, and they both collapsed into the bed, their bodies sprawled helplessly while they regained their breath.
She would gladly put up with the occasional hot butt for sex like this. It was incredible. She loved the feel of his heavy body pinning her to the bed. She loved everything about him.
“Are you okay, baby? Am I too heavy?”
“I’m exceptional, Dilly. You are exceptional.”
As they lay there breathing heavily, she had an errant thought. She had never been this open and uninhibited with another man…except once…there was something in the back of her mind and it refused to come forward.
What was that other time? There was something she needed to remember. Was it New Year’s Eve 1999? “Dillon, don’t move. Just let me think for a minute.”
* * * *
“Think? Who can think at a time like this?” Dillon was bemused. This woman never failed to surprise and delight him.
“I’m trying…A memory is trying to break through. I can’t quite grasp it.”
“Something about that tape?”
“Maybe.” He knew
she was struggling so he just lay still with his arms around her. This was no hardship, but he wished he could help her remember. He could feel the tension build up in her body as she struggled to recall the lost memory.
“I’m seeing a dark room with a mess on the floor. Coats and handbags I think. There was a guy, a stranger, passed out on the bed. Someone helped me out of my clothes and arranged me on top of the guy. She positioned me on top of his cock and told me to ride him like a pony.” She hesitated as she struggled to remember it all. “Oh, God. It was Maggie. And her boyfriend, I think his name was Jim. Jim Mariano, and he was filming the whole thing.”
“Oh, baby.”
“I didn’t feel like myself. I was scared and didn’t have control over my body. It was scary as hell.”
“They must have drugged you, baby. They drugged you and made you have sex with a stranger while they filmed it. And now they are using that tape to blackmail you. I can’t believe your cousin would do something like that. That is pure evil.”
“I guess I never knew her at all. We haven’t been close in years, but I used to follow her around like a puppy. And I remember she used to kick that puppy.” She buried her face in the bedspread, and he could feel her body begin to quake with sobs. “I can’t believe she did that to me, Dilly. I can’t believe it.”
“We’ll make her pay, baby. I promise we will.” He continued to cuddle her close to his chest. Then he turned her into his arms and let her cry. He hoped she could cry out all the pain and betrayal. She really didn’t need this on top of losing her parents. He didn’t know what to do for her except hold on.
When Mikaela had cried herself out and fallen asleep in his arms, he gently extricated himself from her hold. He walked to the window and stood there thinking. Finally, he picked up his cell and dialed Morgan Court. “Court, this is Cavanaugh. Mikaela has had a memory breakthrough. She remembers her cousin bringing her into a dark room, stripping her and putting her on top of that guy and telling her to ride him like a pony. I don’t know what to do with this, man. If we go to the police, it will all become public. Mikaela doesn’t need that.”
“Dillon, let me talk to Jamie, and then we can all talk about what to do together. It’s unlikely she has another copy of the tape, but it isn’t impossible. I’ve kept surveillance on her. I think I’ll send my girl back in to put a bug in the apartment. I wish we’d thought of that when she was in there the last time. I don’t like going back for seconds when the first trip was so successful. Let me think about it and talk to my head of security.”
“Thanks for all you’ve done. I won’t forget it. If I manage to get elected after all of this, you’ll have a friend in Congress.”
“No need to thank me. I know how I felt when Harper and I had a problem a couple of years ago. That helpless feeling sucks. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Chapter Nine
A suite at the Chicago Hilton, Chicago, Illinois, Wednesday morning, December 30, 2015
The next morning, Dillon and Mikaela had an early room-service breakfast in the suite. He could see that she still looked tired and was very upset. They had slept through the night, so she should be feeling better this morning. This situation was eating deep, and he wanted to do something to bring her out of it.
“Mikki, Jamie wanted to know if we’re coming back for the New Year’s cruise. What do you think?”
“I don’t know, Dillon. I’m not really up for a social situation.”
“Mik, I think being inaccessible on a tightly secured ship is the perfect place for us right now. We can talk about what to do with Morgan and Jamie—and Jack and Kaylin will be back from Bermuda and taking the cruise to Cozumel as well. Jamie says the ship has a top-notch security team. If something pops up on YouTube we will know about it, but no one will be able to get to you for a comment.”
“You’re right. If Maggie posts another video on YouTube, the press and paparazzi will be shut out, and we will be with friends.”
“Okay. I’ll book us flights back to Fort Lauderdale. I had a thought. Why don’t you call your loving cousin just to say hello and happy holidays. See how she sounds. Do you think you can act like you don’t know it’s her? Can you keep it together?”
“I think so. Let’s finish breakfast while I figure out what to say.”
* * * *
Mikaela was nervous. She didn’t know if she could act like nothing was wrong. She dialed Maggie’s cell phone. She took a couple of deep breaths while it rang and she waited for Maggie to answer. When she heard Maggie’s voice, she said, “Hi, cousin. I just wanted to say a belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. How are you? I haven’t seen you since Mom and Dad’s memorial service.”
“I’m okay. How are you?”
“Better now. Dillon and I came down to Florida for a Christmas wedding of some friends, and the weather here is great.”
“That sounds like fun.” Mikaela didn’t hear the ‘happy to hear from you’ vibe in Maggie’s voice.
“You don’t sound so good, Maggie. What’s up?”
“Oh, the usual bullshit. My laptop just tanked with all of my business and personal stuff on it.”
“Oh no. Did you take it to a computer guy to see if they can save it?”
“Yeah. I have a friend who is in IT. No dice. It’s totally fried. Everything is gone.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. Do you want me to lend you money for a new one?”
“No. I’ve got it covered. I have insurance. Apparently my apartment was broken in to and it was taken along with some other stuff.”
So, that was the story she was going with. Defraud the insurance company for a new computer. That sounded about right. “I’m glad you’re okay then. How’s work?”
“Same old, same old. You know the holiday season in retail. It’s insane.”
“Well, Dillon and I are going on a cruise to Cozumel with some friends, so I’ll be out of touch until the first week of January. Have a good New Year’s. Remember when I came down to the city for your Y2K party? That was a blast. I’ll never forget it. I felt so…I don’t know…grown-up and mature.”
“Really. That was a good time. Have fun on your cruise. I’ll be in touch.”
“Thanks. Have a good New Year.” Mikaela disconnected the call and turned to Dillon. “She sounded upset. I think she might have discovered the tape and DVD are gone. She said she was going to say her laptop had been stolen and make an insurance claim.”
“Interesting.”
“Really. I’d love to be a fly on the wall in her apartment.” She would bet big bucks that her older cousin was ranting and raving about now.
“We may be able to soon. Morgan was going to see about putting a bug in Maggie’s apartment if they can get in and out again. We’d like to know if she has a backup for the tapes and if anyone else is involved.”
“Wow. I wouldn’t want Court or his people to get in trouble over this, Dill.”
“I’m sure his people will be careful and can handle it.”
* * * *
Maggie Sexton was shaking with rage. The bitch! Cozumel! While I’m stuck here in bum-fuck-Brooklyn. Shit. What the hell was going on? First her computer crashed—all data, including the video, irretrievable. Then she had gone into her closet for the masters, and they were gone. Could she have put them someplace else for safekeeping and forgotten? Not very likely. Where the hell were the originals? No one except Jim even knew they existed, and she hadn’t heard from him in fifteen years. Surely he had forgotten all about her little cousin’s sex tape. They had broken up shortly after that incident. For some reason he had sprung a set of scruples in place of his balls and felt bad about the whole thing after the fact. She had heard he was working for some B-list movie studio in Hollywood. It couldn’t be him.
What was she going to do now? Tough it out and pretend she still had the goods and see if she could wring that money out of Mikaela? She really didn’t have many options. Why hadn’t she made another copy just to be safe? S
hit, shit, shit. Her life sucked, and now her big chance was in major jeopardy. Her plan was falling apart around her. Mikaela sure hadn’t sounded like she had a major problem on her hands. She should have been nervous and upset. After all, her boyfriend’s election was on the line. He sure wouldn’t be happy if her past foibles cost him the election. Was that it? Had Mikaela somehow figured out she was behind the blackmail scheme and made arrangements to get the tape? How could she? She didn’t even remember the incident. She had sounded cool as a cucumber when she mentioned the Y2K party. Maggie was at a loss for what to do next. Maybe she would just continue on with the scheme as though nothing had changed and see what happened.
She grabbed her coat and her handbag. She needed a couple of things from the mom-and-pop grocery store around the corner, and she should go out now and get them.
* * * *
Dillon clapped his hands. “That was a magnificent performance, babe. I bet you gave her the hives with that cool-as-ice reference to Y2K.”
“I hope she bought it. Do you think she’s found out the video is gone?”
“If it was me, that’s the first thing I’d look for. And there was that reference to her apartment being broken in to. Morgan assured me his girl didn’t leave any evidence behind that she had been there.”
“I guess we’ll see what happens. You know I’m going to be checking YouTube constantly again.”
* * * *
Cassandra Wright was tired of standing on the corner waiting for Maggie Sexton to decide to leave her apartment. It was fucking cold out here, and she had actually been propositioned once. Well, who else would be standing out on a cold corner in Brooklyn but a prostitute? She’d had a hard time convincing the guy she didn’t want to “party.” That was all she needed—to get picked up by the NYPD for solicitation. Try and explain that one back at the office on Madison freakin’ Avenue. That would definitely not be cool.
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