Crossed Lines

by Sarah Mosby

  “Well, that’s the interesting part,” he starts, holding down his head to mask the lie he knows he has to tell because the reality will send things toppling over into a volcano of toxic thoughts.

  ***

  It had been something about Emily, something she said that sent him hurtling back through time in his dream. He was a teenage boy wandering around an empty room with no windows or doors and the light bulb in the ceiling kept flickering on and off.

  “Hello?” he calls out and then he sees her. Sitting by herself with a stuffed doll, missing one of its eyes. She seems happy to see him when she looks up and jumps up from the corner and runs towards him. With each step she takes, the room behind her lights up until all he can see is light. “Promise me, Matt. Promise me you’ll come back.” She stares up at him with tears swimming in her eyes and he gently kisses her forehead.

  He jumps out of his sleep and glances over at Emily sleeping beside him. He sits up with his back against the headboard and rubs his eyes. Earlier that evening, he overheard Emily on a phone call and as she laughed at something that the other person said, she squealed, “Seriously Manda, I can’t believe you did that. Promise me you’ll go and have a good time. No! “Promise me.” It was as though a light switch turned on in his brain. For years he could tell that there was something missing. An entire piece of the puzzle that he never seemed to place. The moment he heard those words he was transported to the top bunk in the darkness of the room with Amanda’s teary eyes staring up at him, as he tried not to sneeze from the strong wafts of oil floating in the air. He recalled the entire conversation. He recalled the love he had towards her. His need to protect her as a child and suddenly, all the missing pieces fit perfectly into place and he can finally see the full picture. It was her. He was sure it was purely coincidental at the time but after mulling it over in his hotel room all night, he realized that it was his enthusiasm about finally filling the gap that caused him to miss the connection. Even after he had gotten the full report from Sam his Private Investigator, he still hadn’t made the connections that he should have. He was so relieved to finally remember her name and know her whereabouts, that he let the most important clue slide. If Demarco was still alive he would have probably slapped him in the back of his head.

  He was in his office when he got the two phone calls that changed his life. The first was from Clarke, Demarco’s Executor and Attorney and the second was from Sam. Clarke’s news had sent him spiraling down a rabbit hole of stress. The Last Will and Testament had been probated, and Clarke was calling to let him know what his inheritance was. Matthew wanted to ask Clarke to repeat what he said but he was dumb-stricken for the very first time in his entire life. How had this happened? Had Demarco lost his whole mind?

  “He left the O’Donoghue Alliance, The SCCF Investment firm and his shares as a limited partner in the Venture Capital to you.”

  “Clarke. That’s impossible.” Was all he had managed to say.

  “I’m looking at his will, Matthew. He also left his private island to you along with a bit of instruction. Well, it’s only three words really.”

  “Yeah? What’s that?”

  “Take her there.”

  Demarco’s death made him the single most influential businessman in his age bracket. He could do whatever he wanted, be wherever he wanted to be and at that moment there was only one place he wanted to be.

  “Is that everything?” he asked, silently hoping that it was.

  “Not quite. He divided his accounts among his three sons and split the mansion and the property between Nathan and Jayd. He also gave them all the vehicles. In total, the value of the device and legacy left to you is over 9 billion dollars.”

  Matthew hung up the phone and sat back in his chair overlooking the city. He had done it. He had made a name for himself and his father had helped him to do it. He could have died and not left a cent to him and he would have still done it. With his new inheritance, Matthew had a net worth of just over 10 billion dollars. He didn’t know how to feel about all that. He sat there, staring out at the busy street and wondered how many persons down there could tell just how much his world had shifted in just fifteen minutes. He tried to picture himself as a ten-year-old boy, wandering around the streets looking for his mother. He closed his eyes and reached for a happier memory and he found her. She was twelve years old and super excited about an old used camera that he had given her as a birthday present. It was old but it was all he could afford and she could tell. He could feel her appreciation radiating off her, as she wrapped her tiny arms and legs around him in an embrace. Even then, he knew he loved her.

  His phone rang again and he glanced down to see Sam’s name on his screen. He was about to become a multi-billionaire. Things were about to become much easier for him financially, not that he had struggled since meeting his father. Still, that news could only pale in comparison to the news Sam delivered in three short words.

  “Hey, Sam, what’s up?”

  “I found her.”

  He made a few phone calls and had a plane ready within an hour. An emergency executive meeting was called to appoint a new CEO and a deal that had been awaiting his signature was signed off on, finalizing the expansion of his company in her state. He was not going to miss the opportunity to see her again. He was a bloody billionaire. He could do whatever the hell he wanted and at that moment, all he wanted was her.

  “Sir, you’re supposed to have lunch with Emily today,” Catherine’s heels clinked along with the tiles as she ran over to him, as he walked out of the office.

  He paused, momentarily thinking about how much his sudden departure would devastate her. He felt remorse but he knew he had to leave. He didn’t want to waste another minute in California. Not when she was out there, waiting on him to keep his promise to her.

  “Tell her I left. Tell her we’re expanding the company in another state and that’s where I’ll be operating from. Do not tell her where I’m going. Do not tell her anything other than what I’ve told you. Tell her I wish her the best and I was grateful to know her but she should move on.”

  Catherine flinched, hating the idea of being the bearer of such terrible news but she wrote it down anyways. Three hours. That was all it took for him to uproot his entire life in search of her. She had been waiting for ten years. She didn’t need to wait for another second longer.

  CHAPTER 6

  “So you see,” Matthew stands up and makes his way over to her seat and stands before her. “I had a few bumps in the road getting here but I’m here now, and I want to give you everything I promised you and more.” He stares down into the eyes that have haunted him for years and smiles. They are as stunning as he remembers and he wants to stare down into those eyes for years to come. He has no idea whether or not she’ll make a good sub but has already decided that she will make the perfect mate. The idea of having a mate that isn’t submissive should bother him more, considering the folly of his paternal lineage. Still, he holds fast to the truth he knows in his heart; to be his. This woman staring up at him will be his to claim, to love and ultimately collar.

  “There’s somewhere I want to take you for the weekend,” he whispers and she nods.

  “Okay.” He can see a shard of trust return to her eyes and he smiles again. “But before we go anywhere, I believe I owe you something else,” he smirks and her eyebrow goes up in confusion. “I believe we were in the middle of something before we got interrupted last night. Is your friend gone?” He asks and she nods.

  “Oh kitten,” he smirks, “We’ve already been over this. Use your words.”

  “Yes master,” she giggles, obliging him and he nods, tracing his thumb across her bottom lip. “Open your mouth,” he instructs and her eyes flutter open to stare up at him as she slowly opens her mouth and starts sucking on his thumb. He brushes her hair away from her shoulders, exposing her collar and grazes the bone with his teeth.

  “Ouch,” she yelps, jumping back and he straightens up to look at
her. “I’m not going to hurt your button. Not more than you can manage.”

  He can see the hesitation in her face but her arousal is heavy in the air. He will be pleased if she continues and impressed if she decides to stop. He has no issue making a game out of his conquest, but he’ll much rather pick up where he left off over a decade ago.

  “Don’t speak unless I give you permission,” he cajoles her softly and she stares at him with shock lining the rings of her eyes. There is something about knowing that he is the very first Dom to have her that makes him rock hard. If he has his way, which he always does, he will be the only Dom to have her.

  “Do you understand?” he asks her, dark mischief casting a shadow across his handsome face. She nods again and this time she is startled by a firm hand landing hard against her rear. He can see that she is starting to understand what he is.

  “Yes master,” she whispers, feeling the seat of her panties get wet with greedy desire.

  “Very good,” he whispers in her ear, slipping his finger back into her mouth. He kisses her neck, then her collar, and bites down on her shoulder blade. He can feel her tense slightly but she keeps quiet and he slides his finger out of her mouth before looping his hand behind her neck and tilting her head up to claim her mouth, the same way he intends to claim the rest of her.

  “You’re mine do you understand?” he murmurs into her mouth and she nods.

  “Oh button, it looks like I’m going to have to drill this simple rule into you. I have no problem doing that,” he smirks at her. He will enjoy training her. “Where’s your bedroom?” he asks playing with her chin, and she points to the rooms behind them.

  “I need you to use words when you speak to me, Amanda. You have such a lovely voice and your words are very important, especially for what we’re going to do.”

  “What are we going to do?” She asks, her voice betraying just how horny she really is and he smiles. “We’re going to wet your bed.”

  She gasps as he spanks her another time, before kissing her forehead, “Go.”

  He follows behind her, stalking like a well-trained predator. Her room is small but very well kept and he remembers that she had always been very tidy. He glances around at the few photos on her dresser and stops when he saw his own face smiling back at him. Emily hasn’t lied. She really did keep his photo. He feels a sudden sadness as he looks at the photograph. A sort of pity for the little boy who missed out on the opportunity to have a family, all because of a ruined relationship, built on selfishness and destroyed by lies and secrets. He should have been more concerned than he was, about the powder keg he and Emily had decided to sit on but he refused to focus on the negative. Not today. Not right now. Not when Amanda is sitting patiently on the edge of her bed, watching him relive his childhood through her pictures. He is about to turn to her when something bright and pink catches his attention. He reaches over and pulls the old camera from beneath an envelope and stares at it in disbelief. “You kept it,” he marvels, thinking about just how many cameras he can afford to buy her now. He can buy her every camera that’s been ever made and if she decides that that’s what she wants, he would do it for her in a heartbeat. He can tell that she wants to speak but is impressed by her willingness to stay quiet.

  “You may speak Amanda,” he whispers and she sighs, as though she has been holding her breath. “Of course I kept it. You gave it to me.”

  He turns to look at her. He knows she can’t possibly understand how much her words mean to him but he is about to show her. He lays the camera back in its place and takes a step towards her. “I want you to keep everything that I give to you. I want you to treasure it the way I treasure you, do you understand?” She nods and he tilts his head.

  “Yes Master,” she blushes.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll both enjoy your learning curve.” He pulls the loose T-shirt she has been wearing, over her head, revealing her bare chest and bouncing breasts. “You really have grown into such a fine young woman.” He pushes her back on the bed and removes the hideous black boy shorts she is wearing and hopes they don’t belong to a former boyfriend. They won’t survive another day if that was the case. He wastes no time slipping off her undies and tossing them across the room before pulling her closer to him.

  “Don’t make a sound and don’t cum,” he smirks at her. He leans down to kiss her mouth before sliding his mouth down to the apex of her thighs, planting a soft kiss on those lips as well. Amanda gasps at the contact and he reaches up and squeezes down hard on her nipple. She bites back the moan that fights to escape her and grabs the sheets as his tongue slide up and down the warm wet folds of her eager lips. Her hips rise up off the bed when his tongue enters her and her legs start to tremble as he begins sucking on her clitoris. He can tell that she is trying so hard to be obedient and that turns him on even more. He wants to see how far to the edge he can push her, without her going over. Without stopping he slides two fingers into her and one of her feet flies flat against the bed. He brings her knee back up and spreads her legs even wider before lifting his head up to watch her fuck his fingers. She pushes back and forth on him with her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth clenching her bottom lip. He is sure she’ll start tasting blood if she doesn’t release it, and he wonders just how strong her pain tolerance is. He leans over and kisses her with his fingers still pumping away inside her. She is so wet, he has juices lining his palm.

  “What’s your safe word?” He asks and she wordlessly continues to ride his fingers.

  “You may speak kitten. Pick a safe word. You know what that is right?”

  “Yes,” she pants, “Click.” She finally says and he nods. He has never heard that one before. He will get the reasoning later. He doesn’t need answers. He needs to reconnect with her in the most intimate way. He pulls his fingers out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach before pulling her up to her knees and entering her from behind. He slides into her and stills for a moment to let her adjust to the thick throbbing dick inside her. She moans his mane and he feels himself grow even harder. She pushes back on him and he stills her with his hands. He needs a moment to appreciate the realness of her wrapped around him.

  “Are you going to start using your words?” he asks her.

  “Yes,” he smiles at the opportunity she presents to turn her pale smooth flesh into this favorite color. He spanks her hard one time and she gasps, he spanks her again and watches his palm print bloom before fading. He spanks her again and she moans loudly, calling out a garbled version of his name.

  “Are you going to learn to use your words?” he asks again and she pants her response.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Very good.” He groans, thrusting into her and she arches her back, bringing her stomach even closer to the bed, spreading her lips even wider for him.

  “Fuck,” he grunts, picking up the speed and grabbing her hips as she matches him thrust for thrust. She feels his hands leave her for a moment before they return, pulling her arms up behind her and tying her up with her shirt. He pulls out of her suddenly and slowly started to undress, “don’t move,” he growls, his cock dripping a mix of precum and her freely flowing juices. He draws his belt from his pants and uses it to strap her ankles together, before turning her onto her back. “How are your arms?” he asks her and he wiggles around for a second before confirming that they are okay. He raises her bound legs up in the air and positions himself to enter her again. “You may cum this time.” He says, knowing that he won’t be holding himself back. He pounds into her and she screams with each thrust; a wail of satisfaction that is unmistakable. He feels his heartbeat quicken and his entire body tighten in anticipation of his explosive orgasm. He pushes her legs even further apart and disappears even deeper inside her, slapping his pelvis against her bare ass over and over until she unravels around him, in ongoing waves of spasms that milk his cock dry. He finally understands what the fuck Demarco had always talked about, this whole time. As he slowly eases out of this insanely
beautiful woman, he can’t imagine himself thrusting into anyone else. He doesn’t want anyone else and is willing to fight anyone who dares to look at her in any way that he does not approve of.

  “You’re naturally possessive. Protective. Commanding. Demanding. This is how I knew what you are. But when you find the mate that you decide to collar, you will take all those traits and you will multiply them by a thousand. You will move the earth out of the solar system and make a slam dunk into another galaxy. She will be your world because you will become to her, everything. She will cherish you. Trust you. Love you. Submit completely and entirely to you. She will be yours and you will know it, not because she says the words to you, but you’ll feel it in the base of your cock, in the middle of your spine and somewhere in the functioning parts of your heart.”

  The old man was right. His entire body came alive and was now screaming just one name. “Amanda!”

  CHAPTER 7

  “Is there really no one else here?” Amanda squeals, as her olive green dress flaps in the sea breeze. Matthew has taken his father up, on his dying wish and taken her there. He knows that he probably meant Emily but the real meaning was, “take the one you choose,” there. He had not chosen Emily, and he was sure that if he had been alive, Demarco would understand.

  “Well there’s staff but that’s it,” He nods over at her. The smile on her face is worth the jealousy he knows his brothers are probably harboring against him, for being given the private island. He still can’t believe Demarco has given him so much. The more time he spends with Amanda, the more sense it makes to him. He was all that was left of Amelia, for him. He wasn’t able to give her all that she deserved in this world while she was there so he was doing the next best thing. He can relate. If for whatever reason, Karma interferes with his plans and snatches her away from him, he will take care of any child she bore with the same intensity that Demarco had showered on him.