by Nadia Aidan
Katherine glared at the woman pinned under her. She’d recognized her the moment she’d seen those red nails. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The woman struggled against Katherine’s weight, her face twisted in fury. “Get off me!” she shot back, but Katherine just glowered at her as she clamped her thighs harder around the bucking woman’s body.
“Not until you tell me what you did to my car.”
“You know her?”
Katherine looked up at Seth with a quick nod before returning her attention to the once-blonde-now-brunette figure beneath her.
“She’s my ex-husband’s wife.” Katherine glared at her. “What are you doing here, Shannon?” As she stared at the woman, everything began to click into place. This entire bizarre fiasco was so like Shannon with her need for drama, and it all made since now—mostly. The crimson polish used to write the notes—Shannon’s favorite color. Shannon knew where she lived, where she worked, she knew everything about her—after all, they’d once been friends. That was, until Shannon had slept with Katherine’s husband.
“It was you who sent me those notes, wasn’t it?” When Shannon nodded, Katherine just shook her head in confusion. “Why?”
“I just wanted to scare you,” Shannon said in a rush. “Thought maybe it would get you to leave Ricky alone.”
“Ricky?” Katherine frowned. “I haven’t seen that asshole in two years.” Not since the divorce. Besides, why would scaring her somehow get her to leave Ricky alone, which was exactly what Katherine asked.
“Ricky’s been cheating on me. I thought it was with you. Found all these pictures of you, mementos from your marriage that he keeps locked in his office. He’s obsessed with you. I think he’s even still in love with you. I waited at your place last night and sure thing—he drove past your home.”
Katherine’s eyes narrowed. “So it was you who set off the alarm,” she deduced.
“Hey, boss,” Joshua interrupted, drawing Katherine’s furious gaze from Shannon. “I checked under your car and found these.” He held up three tiny black objects in his hand.
She frowned. “What are they?”
“Tire caps,” Seth interjected as he walked over to her. “She was going to let all the air out of your tires, and by the time you left work, all four of them would have been flat.”
He gestured to the three caps in his hand. “But you came back before she could even get all the tire caps off.”
Seth pulled her off Shannon and then cuffed the other woman.
“But you didn’t expect me to leave work early,” Katherine concluded.
Shannon’s blue eyes flashed with irritation. “You never leave work early,” she snapped. “Come to think of it, I’ve never known you to get to work late either.”
Katherine couldn’t help it. Her cheeks heated, and she was sure they were as red as Shannon’s tacky nails. She cast Seth a sideways glance, but he was the epitome of cool professionalism. He didn’t even bat an eye. Typical Seth.
“Well, some things change,” Katherine said quietly as she watched Seth turn Shannon over to Joshua, who hauled her off.
As soon as Joshua and his team left the garage she looked up at Seth. “What’s going to happen to her?”
“Joshua is going to hand her over to LVPD and we’ll file charges.” He shrugged. “Although I don’t think there is much we can do. She’s guilty of stalking and trespassing, but in Vegas, there’s no space in an already overcrowded jail for people like her—”
“So she’ll just get away with what she did!”
“We’ll get a restraining order so that if she comes near you, she’ll be arrested, but I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her anymore.”
Katherine wasn’t so sure about that, but now that she knew who was threatening her, she could honestly say she wasn’t afraid anymore. Shannon was definitely a bit crazy, but she’d never been violent. Katherine didn’t think Shannon would ever harm her, which was probably why she’d sent the notes in the first place. The most Shannon was capable of were empty threats.
“Why are you so sure she’ll just leave me alone, just like that?”
“She only targeted you because she thought your ex was cheating on her with you. Now that she knows he’s not, she’ll turn her attention elsewhere.”
Katherine snorted. “Yeah. So she’ll turn her psycho attention to whoever he is cheating on her with?” She shook her head. “Somehow it just doesn’t seem right that some unsuspecting girl could be targeted and threatened by her.”
Seth shrugged. “That’s the risk you take when you mess with someone’s husband.”
Katherine nodded but she didn’t quite agree. When she’d discovered Ricky was leaving her for her one of her closest friends, she’d been pissed at both of them, not just Shannon. Sure, she could have stalked Shannon, maybe even beat her up, but where would be the dignity in that? It just wasn’t worth it. In the end, she’d brought a quick and quiet end to her marriage and simply walked away.
“So what about Ricky?” Katherine questioned Seth, “What’s going to happen to him?”
“The most the cops can do is bring him in, question him. If he’s been stalking you too, they’ll insist he stop, of course, and we’ll get a restraining order against him too, but I don’t think he’s guilty of that. I wouldn’t be surprised if his mistress lives somewhere near you. I’ll bet that it’s just a coincidence that he happened to drive by your home either to or from her place. If Shannon had actually followed him, she probably would have found out who he’s really been cheating on her with.”
Katherine shook her head. That figured. Shannon had always been impulsive, never completely thinking through a plan to be sure of its soundness. If she’d stalked Ricky and not Katherine, she probably wouldn’t even be in this mess.
Katherine let out a shaky sigh. If only Shannon had stalked Ricky and not her. Katherine would have been spared weeks of sleepless nights and constant anxiety.
“I hope you’re right. After what Shannon said, I’d hate to think that both her and Ricky were obsessed with me.” She dreaded the very notion. This had been such an ordeal, she just hoped it was all finally over.
Seth closed the distance between them and pulled her flush against him to wrap her in his arms. “I actually think she was telling the truth about that. He probably is still obsessed with you.”
She frowned at the mysterious grin on his face. “But you just said—”
“That he wasn’t stalking you.” He cupped her cheek. “But I have no doubt he’s still obsessed with you. I would be too if I’d done something so foolish as to let you get away.”
The look in his eyes took her breath away and she flashed him a small smile just as he placed his lips against hers in a quick, gentle kiss that made every cell in her body come alive.
When he lifted his head, that dark, intense look that she’d come to recognize shadowed his golden gaze and her heart stuttered.
“Now that I know you’re safe and that we know who’s been stalking you, we can finally settle this lingering issue between us.”
“Issue?”
“Of your punishment.”
She started to defend herself but snapped her mouth shut when he shook his head. “I told you not to leave the house and yet you sneak out when I’m in the shower—”
“I didn’t sneak out. Sneaking implies creeping and I walked out. Besides, I left a note.”
“And had your stalker been truly dangerous,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken, “you could have been seriously hurt, or worse.” He seized her arm and walked her over to his car. “You’re reckless, Katherine, reckless and impulsive and you deserve to be punished for disobeying me.”
She bit her tongue because she knew arguing with him was futile. He would punish her regardless, but then she’d known that the moment she’d left. A shudder raced through her. If she was honest with herself, she could admit that she’d deliberately left her home, knowing that when he caught u
p to her, he would have no choice but to punish her.
“I plan to spend the rest of the day punishing you, until you know exactly who is in charge.”
She shivered at what she knew he had in store for her, although she wouldn’t be her if she didn’t protest, if she didn’t at least put up a fight. “But that’s not fair, I left a note….” Whatever she was going to say next died on her lips when he opened the trunk of the car and she saw it.
Black leather corset, matching “fuck me” heels, a leather collar with a chain link leash, a black flogger and silver handcuffs?
What the hell! She looked up at him. “Let me guess. You just happen to carry a readymade bondage kit in your car for emergencies? Just like a spare tire. Never know when you’re gonna need it, right?”
His lips twitched and she knew he was fighting back a smile. “The shoes and corset are yours. I got them out of your closet last night while you were in the shower. The rest is mine, and since you already know about me and Joshua, you should know I asked him to bring this over with my things the first night I stayed at your house.”
“What? Why?”
Seth shrugged. “Truthfully, I don’t know. I just had a feeling I was going to have to discipline you at some point.” His eyes flickered with desire. “And I guess I was right.”
“I think I’m offended. While I was here fighting for my life you were dallying about, grabbing stuff to punish me with. Where are your priorities?”
He flashed her a wolfish grin and settled his hand against the small of her back as if to say he knew exactly what his priorities were—and clearly she was number one. “I put this all in my trunk last night while you were sleeping. Like I said, I knew this would come in handy someday very soon.” He frowned. “I didn’t realize it would be the next day, but I shouldn’t be surprised. You enjoy defying me only to be punished in return.”
“And what? You wanted your bondage kit on hand so that you could punish me at work?” His stoic silence was answer enough and she was incredulous, even as her body tingled at the notion of him disciplining her within the confines of her office.
He tried to nudge her forward but she dug in her heels, eliciting a sigh from him. “Time for stalling is over, sweetheart.”
She opened her mouth to protest that she wasn’t stalling, although she was, but he shook his head, silencing her.
“Get in, Katherine,” he whispered against her ear. “We have a long day ahead of us, and it starts with you playing dress-up.”
* * * * *
Katherine glanced at her discarded clothes on the back seat, then down at herself. She was dressed for decadence and pure sin. Seth had sat in the front seat watching her as one by one, she’d donned the pieces of the outfit he’d laid out for her.
Now up front in the passenger seat, she stretched out in the small space, noticing how the stiletto heels made her average legs look longer, while the corset barely covered the top swells of her ass, which was completely bare in Seth’s car seat. She ran her fingers across the soft satin of the dark corset, then along her thighs. A slight tremor raced through her when she slid her hands around her neck and fingered the leather collar. She accidentally brushed the chain link leash, drawing Seth’s attention.
“Come here,” he whispered as he turned on the car and with one hand maneuvered out of the garage, while the other slowly twisted in circles, wrapping the length of the chain around itself, pulling her closer until her face was inches from his lap.
She looked up then and their eyes met, yet neither said a word. Pulsing desire stirred her body in forbidden ways and her hands shook as she undid his pants to pull out his hard and throbbing cock.
Precum already leaked from the head of his engorged length and she licked at it with her tongue, her belly coiling as passion rocked her and she sink slowly down his shaft, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. He gasped and curled one hand around the back of her head, gently guiding her sucking mouth.
Up and down she bobbed her head on his cock, sucking him hard until he was panting beneath her, digging his nails into her scalp.
“Katherine,” he breathed out on a hoarse groan. The taste of him on her lips was heady, intoxicating, and she worked her mouth faster, swirling her tongue around the uneven ridges of his thick shaft.
She swallowed him again, this time as far as she could go, causing him to jerk against her with a sharp curse. Although she hadn’t realized it, at some point, he’d put the car in park and cut the engine. Arching into her, he thrust his hips upward, sending his cock surging deep into her mouth, down her throat. He pumped into her once, twice, three more times before he stiffened and groaned out her name. She tightened her lips around him as she felt him swell in her mouth. Seconds later his cock erupted, spurting jets of warm semen down her throat that she eagerly swallowed until he softened.
She let him slip from her mouth and sat up when he relaxed his hold on her head. He quickly righted his clothing then released her chain and slipped out of the car. That’s when she realized they were at her home. He’d pulled into the garage and closed the door.
She piled out of the car and began to walk, but stopped when he shook his head. He grabbed a hold of her chain again, and she noticed he had the flogger and cuffs tucked beneath his arm.
“Now you may walk.”
He led her behind him as he entered her home.
Had someone told her she’d be following behind Seth, dressed in practically nothing, as his slave, with a collar and leash, she would have sworn they were delusional, denied it vehemently. She was certain she would have been mad as hell at the very notion. But in that moment, she wasn’t mad at all. Quite the opposite. Every inch of her tingled, her pussy quivered, hot and ready for his penetration. She bit back a moan as the folds of her cunt grew wetter and the stiff peaks of her breasts scraped against the rough fabric of the corset. No, she wasn’t upset at all. She relished Seth’s dominance over her, openly accepted it, and even now, knowing she was about to be punished, her body craved it.
Seth led Katherine behind him until they reached the bedroom. Once inside he removed the leash, but he kept the collar in place. He liked her in his collar, knowing that she was his slave, his to do with whatever he pleased.
Katherine stood in the center of the room, watching and waiting, and his body tightened when she ran her tongue across her full, ripe lips, something she did only when she was nervous. He liked that she was a bit nervous and yet she didn’t question him, didn’t speak at all. He’d never expected Katherine to surrender so effortlessly, so completely to him, but every time he took her, commanded her to please him, she did it with her whole heart—her very soul.
He closed the distance between them, absently running his hands along her soft, bare skin. He touched her because he could, but also because he couldn’t bear not to. She was beautiful—his perfect submissive—but she was more than that. She was simply perfect for him. A fist closed around his heart. Now that he’d had her, mastered her, claimed her, there was no way he’d ever give her up, there was no way that he could, which left him wondering, now that he had no excuse to be around her 24/7, how he would ever leave her side.
He ushered her over to the bed, deciding he didn’t want to think about that right now. All he wanted to think about was punishing Katherine, pleasuring her, pleasing her.
“Get on the bed, facedown.”
She scrambled atop the bed and did exactly as he’d commanded. Grasping her hands, he secured one cuff around her wrist, then looped it through the headboard and fastened the second cuff around her other wrist.
With her arms stretched out, she turned her head to the side to stare at him. His gut tightened at the look in her eyes—full of trust and something else, a darker, deeper emotion that he wasn’t quite ready to examine just yet.
He held her gaze as he grabbed the flogger off the bed and her eyes widened as she watched him caress the soft, braided leather, his movements sensual, seductive.
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sp; He brought the flogger down against the bare skin of her ass while she was still mesmerized by the sight of it. She closed her eyes on a soft gasp, bracing herself against the sharp sting.
“Relax, Katherine,” he whispered, running his palm, across the silken smooth globes of her round ass. “It will only hurt worse if you tense up.”
She opened her eyes and nodded, and then he struck her again. This time she groaned, but she didn’t clench her eyes shut, and tension didn’t course through her body so strongly.
He alternated between flogging her and caressing her soft flesh until he knew the lines blurred between pain and passion for her. That’s when he knew she was ready. Instead of caressing her after a strike, he pushed aside her thong and parted the swollen, pink folds of her pussy to shove one finger inside her heat. Her wetness coated his thrusting digit so he added another and then a third. With one hand he brought the flogger down against the fleshy globes of her ass, and almost as soon as the leather slid off her body, he speared her cunt with his fingers.
He kept her this way, on the precipice of pain and pleasure, until he knew she couldn’t take it anymore.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
She nodded with a soft moan but didn’t speak, for he hadn’t commanded her to. He smiled. Good girl.
“You want to come on my cock, don’t you?”
This time her moan was louder, but still she didn’t say a word, even as her body convulsed with need, every inch of her desperate for the release only he could give her.
His own body was swollen and ready, the pain of his engorged flesh beat at him, demanding that he take her. In seconds he stripped out of his clothing and flung the flogger aside.
“On your knees,” he demanded as he settled behind her. She was barely on her knees atop the bed before he was gripping her hips and driving home, deep into her wet, pink flesh in one plunging thrust.
He’d waited too long to take her. He snaked his hand around her hip to strum her clit but he barely touched her before she exploded with a soul-wrenching scream. He pounded his hard flesh inside her, her cunt drenching him as he plowed through the tight muscles of her spasming sheath. With every stroke she sucked him in and held him tight until his control snapped completely. He buried his cock inside her on one deep stroke and stiffened. His mouth fell open but nothing came out as he gripped her hips and held her to him, his cock bursting inside her as he poured his seed deep within her waiting flesh.