Natalie Acres (24 page)

“Braden Daddy, you let Daddy Kane convince you there’s this large danger looming now. Really, there’s nothing to worry about. With that being said, I’m really tired. Can we talk tomorrow?”

“Don’t dismiss me or this situation. I want to know Jason’s role in this.”

“What role? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kimberly said.

Sebastian’s nostrils flared and his cheek twitched. Wyatt’s jaw tensed and he began pacing.

“Why would you mention Jason?” Kimberly asked, observing Sebastian and Wyatt.

“We have reason to believe he’s behind this, Kimberly.”

“Everything bad that happens to me doesn’t always circle back to Jason,” she said, realizing her response made her sound incredibly protective. Trying to correct the mistake, she added, “Just like everything bad that happens to Trixie isn’t Mitch’s fault. It’s life. Things happen.”

A few muffled sounds filled the line and Kimberly was certain there must’ve been a hand over the receiver while the parental team held council. A second later, she heard her mother say, “Kimberly, your dads are worried. So am I. Please take me off speakerphone so I can explain.”

“We’ll only insist that she tell us what you shared with her later, Peyton,” Wyatt said.

Her mother sighed. “You fellas obviously don’t know me very well. I’m not a member of the good old boys’ club and if I want to talk to my daughter, I can do it in private.

“If she later decides to discuss with you what I talk with her about then that’s her business, but unlike her fathers, I’m not convinced of your strength nor am I impressed by the fact that you handled this situation on your own. Now get me off the damn intercom and let me speak to my daughter in private.”

Kimberly snatched the phone from the bed. “That was unnecessary.”

“You may not think so by the time I get through with you, young lady.”

As soon as Kimberly left the room, Sebastian tossed Vince Littleton’s cell phone to the bed. “I forgot I had this.”

Wyatt snatched up the small device and immediately started trying to break the password, working out a number of random combinations commonly used for locking cell phones. Upon the seventh try, the small silver bar at the bottom faded out and Littleton’s text messages were displayed, along with e-mail access and other interesting data.

“What do you have?” Sebastian asked, staring at the closed bathroom door. “You need to hurry. Her mother probably won’t talk all morning.”

“You don’t know Peyton Cartwell too well. The woman never comes up for air.”

“I hope that’s hereditary.”

Wyatt snickered. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Understood. What do you have?” Sebastian asked, leaning over Wyatt’s shoulder.

He scrolled through numerous messages exchanged between Vince and Sweden, a name he and Sebastian knew well. Shaking his head, he said, “This isn’t good.”

“What?” Sebastian asked impatiently.

“Hang on,” Wyatt said, choosing another contact name.

“Tell me something, damn it. Don’t leave me in the dark. It’s apparent the Cartwells know something they aren’t sharing with us.”

“If they have this information and they aren’t telling us, there’s a serious problem,” Wyatt said, hurriedly reading over another round of texts. “Sebastian, Kimberly is in some kind of trouble.”

“What are you talking about? Explain.”

Wyatt shook his head. “I’m not sure, but by the looks of this, she may have signed some sort of service contract between several Doms and Jason Neely.”

“Let me see that,” Sebastian snapped, snatching the phone away from him.

His head jerked as he skimmed the messages. He violently poked various keys on the phone and then tossed the cellular device to the mattress. “This can’t be.”

“How do you interpret those texts?” Wyatt asked.

“Consider the source. Remember, this is Vince’s phone.”

“And you keep in mind that the man had no idea we would find him, much less guess you’d take his phone.”

Sebastian grimaced. “If this is true, Neely will pay.”

“If the Cartwells already know this, then Jason has probably skipped town. Kane would kill him with his bare hands.”

Sebastian dragged his fingers through his hair. He went to the window and looked down on the lawn below him. “It took less than forty-eight hours for her to turn our lives upside down.”

Wyatt sniffed. “We knew she was a complicated woman.”

“We didn’t know she was this embedded in the lifestyle.”

“The hell we didn’t.” A sudden thought crossed Wyatt’s mind. He returned to the phone, typed in the four-digit number of 4-3-1-2 and found the icon for photographs. Releasing a hard breath, he said, “This just keeps getting better and better.”

“What?” Sebastian marched across the room.

Wyatt held out the phone. “Neely was selling her photographs to anyone who could pay the price, just like you suspected.”

Sebastian grimaced. “I had hoped I was the only lucky bastard. If you remember, when he offered to sell the pictures, he guaranteed exclusivity. It was his way of making it up to me.”

“Apparently, he made it up to a lot of Doms who bought her time at those events. Match up the dates. Texts were exchanged then pictures. It’s all there.”

“Wait a minute,” Sebastian said, rushing across his room in pursuit of his desk.

He rummaged through a few drawers and came up with an embossed beige-colored note card. Thrusting his arm forward, he said. “Take a look at this.”

Wyatt read aloud, “What you wanted to purchase couldn’t be sold, but pictures can be bought for a price. If you like what you see, and become a good customer for me, one day we’ll work out a deal for the night.”

“I received one after every charity event,” Sebastian explained. “And a few calls, too. At first I thought it was a prank. Then, after each charitable event, the same thing happened. Several calls and one note card delivered by messenger two days after the auction.”

“Neely obviously pulled the same stunt on Vince.”

“And by the texts there, that’s how Vince became involved with Sweden,” Sebastian said.

“Sweden is a concern. If you read between the lines, he offered Vince a cool three million to bring Kimberly to him.”

“I saw that,” Sebastian said. “But what doesn’t make sense here is why Neely wouldn’t take the money and transfer her to Sweden himself.”

“You make him sound like he was her pimp,” Wyatt said.

“I’m beginning to wonder.”

The door slammed behind them. Kimberly stood before them with ashen skin and tears welling in her eyes.

“Well that makes two of us.”

Jason Neely stared down the bridge of his nose. Heather Bellis, his lifelong servant and a good stand-in for Kimberly, sucked his cock. Pulling the chain attached to her nipples, he slapped her ass with a heavy flogger, enjoying the ripples of satisfaction as she hummed around his size.

“Fuck me with those lips, slut,” he said, loving the way her tongue slipped up and down his size. “That’s it. Easy now. Sip. Suck. Ah yeah, sweet slut o’ mine, give me some lip action.”

She rolled her full lips over his cock, massaging him with incredible oral gifts. For this reason, if for no other, he’d been running back to Heather for over two decades.

The phone rang on his bedside table. Inching backward, he dragged her with him, keeping her face pressed to his groin as he grabbed the receiver. “This better be good. You’re interrupting my slice of heaven.”

“We’ve got a few problems.” Vince Littleton’s voice filled the line.

“Hang on,” Jason said, pulling Heather’s head back. Looking into her drugged-out eyes, he rubbed the tip of his cock over her mouth. “I want to finish quickly now, slave.”

Heather lifted her brows. She stood up obediently and bent over. Jason dragged his fingers from front to back, dipping three fingers in her oozing center and coating her ass with her juices.

Pinching her hip, he stuffed his fingers between her globes and pushed them as far as they could go. When she cried out, he slapped her ass, hoping the smack burned like hell.

“Don’t be mean,” she whined.

“Don’t be a pussy,” he said, wishing Kimberly were there. She liked rough sex. She was good at rough sex. The only reason he’d kept Heather around was because no one could suck cock like Heather. No one. Even when Kimberly had tried, even when he’d paid Heather to teach her the ropes, she just couldn’t accomplish the same end results.

Electrifying sensations zipped up his spine as he thought about pushing Heather to her knees once more. Then again, Vince said there was a problem and he needed to get off before he dealt with some new drama Vince had undoubtedly created.

“Grab your ankles,” Jason said, rolling a condom over his prick. Grabbing the short leather leash from the bedside table, he hooked one end to the collar and wrapped the other around his wrist, drawing her head tight against his chest before releasing the tension.

“Jason,” she purred, her faux blonde hair a tangled mess after all the
whore play
she’d enjoyed earlier. Heather liked girls. She was great at entertaining a slew of them and Jason enjoyed watching. This morning, however, he’d had one woman on his mind. And Heather wasn’t the gal he’d needed. He’d insisted that she invite her friends over to play, but her buddies hadn’t dulled his pain.

“Throw your hips back,” he demanded, dragging his finger down the seam of her ass.

She complied, peering through her open legs as he positioned himself behind her. “I can’t stay like this.”

“Since when did you start whining so much?” he asked, striking her ass with his palm.

She whimpered. Jason smiled to himself as he thought of all the punishments he could inflict. Today, however, he wanted to be exceptionally cruel.

Why not?

Heather was the reason why Kimberly wasn’t there with him at that very moment. If there hadn’t been a Heather, there never would’ve been anyone else for him except Kimberly.

“Call me baby,” he said, stuffing his flaccid prick between her cheeks and pretending Kimberly was bent over in front of him.

“Baby,” she drawled, sarcasm thick in her voice.

“Tell me you love me,” he ordered her. “And say it in a soft, sensual voice. You know the voice I want.”

“Kimberly’s?” she asked, incredibly bitter and not at all trying to hide the fact.

“Yes, use my baby’s voice. Try. You can sound exactly like her when you try.”

“I love you, baby,” she drawled, swinging her hips forward and back as he grew harder, more erect.

“I know you do, lover,” he said, massaging her globes, able to handle Heather with more tenderness now that he could vividly imagine Kimberly’s body before him.

He rubbed his swollen tip around her asshole and muttered out endearments. “Only one woman for me. Only one woman will ever share my name. Only you, Kimberly. Oh God, only you.”

Heather’s shoulders slumped as he pumped his cock inside her channel, pounding harder and harder with every stroke. “There you go, baby. Tell me you love me.”

“Oh yes, I do love you, Jason,” she drawled, trying to sound like Kimberly without being told.

“Tell me whose cock makes you happy,” he said, shoving his dick deep inside her passage.

Heather stilled against him.

“Tell me!” he screamed, slamming his groin against her bottom.

She shimmied her hips and looked over her shoulder. With an evil smile, she said, “Do you want me to answer that, or would you like to hear Kimberly’s reply?”

Jason’s body went rigid. He held her hips and thrust inside her, realizing she’d tell him how great his cock made her feel, understanding how she couldn’t possibly love anyone more than she loved him. “Go ahead, Kimberly. Let me hear ya.”

“Give me a minute,” Heather said, ducking her head and balancing her weight on her palms and knees.

“Now, damn it! Now! I’m coming!” he screamed, his body jerking violently.

“I know, baby,” Heather drawled. “But you know what? Now, there are only two cocks for me.” She stared into the mirror parallel to the bed. Even in the midst of his pleasure, Jason couldn’t help but notice her eyes. They were as cold and empty as the winter seas.

“Two?” he asked, breathless as his cock twitched inside her ass.

“Don’t you want to hear the truth?” she asked, sliding forward, gliding back.

“What truth?” he asked, ramming his cock inside her, finishing his release as she squeezed his shaft.

“She’s fucking both of them, Jason. Why else would Vince call you? The multimillion-dollar deal you cut with Sweden and his brother is probably null and void. Your little whore just left you high and dry.”

Jason’s breath caught in his lungs as he pushed her away and collapsed against the bed. Staring at the ceiling, he was too spent to punish Heather for such a cruel accusation, but he would regain his composure soon enough and when he did, Heather would pay. She would pay dearly.