Black Light: Possession, page 11
Not even thinking about what I was doing, I moved from Nathaniel’s lap. I took off my glasses and leaned over to set them on the end table, then shrugged out of my robe and tossed it on the floor next to the couch. I pulled my tank over my head, dropped it, slid my boy shorts down my legs, and stepped out of them. Nathaniel sucked in a breath and his gaze roamed appreciatively over my naked flesh. I returned to his lap, this time to straddle it. I pulled my hair over my shoulder and leaned down to press my mouth to his. I knew he was letting me lead at the moment, but ultimately he was still in control.
His mouth parted beneath mine, and my tongue darted in. His fingers gripped my hips tightly when I rocked my core against his erection. We kissed for a long moment before I pulled back. I looked over at Joseph who remained patiently sitting in the chair. I crooked my finger, beckoning him over to join us. He didn’t hesitate. I continued rocking my pelvis against Nathaniel’s even as the heat of Joseph’s chest soaked into my back. Strong hands wrapped around my breasts, molding them. I covered the rough hands with my own, my head falling back against his shoulder.
“I want to take you bare,” Nathaniel murmured against my lips. “We’re tested yearly at work and it’s been months since we’ve been with anyone.”
The thought of his seed filling me sent an exhilarated thrill through my body. “Yes.”
“Lift up,” he growled.
I raised up slightly and a zipper sounded. When I lowered myself, I sighed in pleasure as his cock entered my pussy. I ground myself against him, forcing him even deeper. I knew I’d have bruises on my hips from the strength of his grip. He thrust upward hitting that spot inside me, and I almost came right there.
Joseph continued his sensual touch to my breasts, pinching and plucking at my nipples sending a shooting sensation of pleasure straight to where Nathaniel and I were connected. One of his hands left my breast and glided upward to my throat, his fingers encircling it. I froze.
“Do you trust me, angel?” he rasped softly in my ear.
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Master,” I whispered back.
“Good. Nat’s going to fuck you hard now. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master,” I repeated, swallowing one more time as I felt Joseph’s other arm wrap around my waist and pull me tight against his chest.
Then, Nathaniel began to move. His thrusts were controlled. He began shallow at first while Joseph’s hold on my throat tightened by minuscule amounts. I could still draw breath, but my inhalations were shallow. He was careful where he pressed and how hard. My heart beat out of control knowing what he was going to do. Sensation after sensation flowed through me. My head was buzzing and the tension in my core was spreading. My pussy throbbed.
Harder and harder Nathaniel pounded into me going deeper with each thrust. He angled his hips so he hit a different spot inside me every time. The faster he moved, the tighter Joseph’s hold on my neck got. I was seeing every color of the rainbow, and it was beautiful. Suddenly the colors exploded and I gasped in air, sucking in deep breaths, pulling oxygen back into my lungs as the most powerful orgasm ever crashed over me.
Nathaniel roared beneath me and spilled his seed. I collapsed backward, Joseph catching me in his arms. He pulled me off Nathaniel’s lap and cradled me against his chest. He moved to the couch and sat beside his partner, who placed my feet across his lap and rested his arms across the top of my legs. I laid there, exhausted, breathing in the scent of my two men and sex. I was utterly spent.
“Thank you for trusting me, Madeline.”
I glanced up at Joseph and swore I saw love beaming from his eyes. I wondered what he saw reflecting back from mine.
“There’s no one in the world I trust more than the two of you.”
For the longest time, the three of us remained together. We didn’t speak, perhaps in order to not disturb the bond we’d just built. The ringing of the phone broke the silence, and I wanted to throw it across the room.
Nathaniel gently pried my legs off him and rose from the couch to snatch up the offending piece of technology. I almost felt sorry for whoever was on the other end of the line. Almost. While he spoke to the caller I stayed where I was since Joseph didn’t appear in any hurry to move. Within moments, Nathaniel returned, his countenance even darker than usual.
“There’s been a possible lead in the sex trafficking case. Reynolds wants us in the office stat.”
I felt Joseph’s sigh.
“Sorry, angel, we have to go.” He stood, pulling me up with him.
“I understand. Go. Take care of whatever it is you need to. We’ll talk when you get home.”
He looked like he wanted to say something more, but instead gave me a kiss before disappearing up the stairs to get ready. Nat followed suit. I sank back onto the couch, oblivious to my own nakedness and thought about what I wanted to say when I saw them again tonight.
“…and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnet 43
My dearest Madeline,
It feels as though a lifetime has passed since I first fell in love with you. I believed you to be perfect. Perfect for me. Your spirit called to me on a visceral level. Every time I saw you, your smile would light up the room. Your eyes sparkled like the sun’s reflection on fresh, white snow. The glittering, natural diamond that Mother Nature carefully crafted. Its beauty unmatched. Until you. Your beauty outshone the brightest gem. But even gems become tarnished. Dirty. Like you. For so long I waited for you to realize we were meant to be together. For you to finally see me.
Instead, I discover you’re nothing but a whore. A filthy whore who has let not just one man, but two, defile her. I’ve seen you three together you know. Entering Satan’s den. You thought you could hide your perversion and sin behind closed doors, but you can’t hide from me. I see you, Madeline. I’ve always seen you. Even when you didn’t know I was watching. I thought you were different. The one. For over twenty years I’ve been waiting for you. But now, it’s come to this.
It’s time. Time to collect the heart that belongs to me. Has always belonged to me. And when your heart is in my possession, it will finally beat. For me. As it was meant to. Then we can be together. Forever.
Chapter 20
Madeline
After the men left, I’d quickly showered and got ready for work. I planned on stopping at my favorite bakery, Jane Doughs, before heading to my office. They’d just introduced a new chocolate and orange scone, and I was dying to try it. I wasn’t afraid to admit chocolate was my weakness. Add in orange and I was in heaven times two. Before I’d starting staying at Joseph and Nathaniel’s two weeks before, I’d always driven to my office since it had only been about twenty minutes from my home in Cherrydale to my office in Tenleytown. However, with D.C. traffic, and traveling to and from Maryland now, that wasn’t a feasible option at the moment. I’d be commuting for hours each day.
So, we took the Metro instead. It had taken me a week to get used to public transportation and navigating the rail system. We didn’t have that where I’d lived in North Carolina. Nathaniel, Joseph, and I walked the short distance to the Metro stop near their house and took the train into the city. We got off near FBI headquarters and then they walked me to my next stop at the Chinatown Station. From there my shadows took over and escorted me to Tenleytown. Luckily, my office building was only a short walk from the Metro stop.
“Morning, Madeline,” Jane, the owner, hollered out when the bell signaled my entrance. I stepped inside, the scent of yeast and sweetness filling my nose. It smelled delicious, and my mouth began to water.
“Hey there. I hope you saved me one of those special chocolate and orange scones you’ve been teasing me about for over a week now,” I tossed back, setting my briefcase on the counter and hopping up onto the bar stool, smoothing my skirt over my knees.
Jane merely laughed. “Of course I did. I knew you’d never stop harassing me if I didn’t. Give me just a sec and I’ll bring it right out.”
My eyes scanned the brightly lit shop with its festive colors of pink, teal, and yellow. It was adorably decorated, warm and inviting, and made you feel like you were in someone’s home. There was a small crowd inside, some of them business people clearly on their way to work. Just then, Jane came from around the display case, a teal dessert plate in hand. There, taking up almost the entire plate was the most mouth-watering scone I think I’d ever laid eyes on. I rolled my eyes in ecstasy and I hadn’t even taken my first bite yet. It didn’t matter. I knew it was going to rock my world. She set the plate in front of me with a flourish.
“Bon appétit.”
“Merci.” I dipped my head in thanks.
“You’re welcome. Sorry, that’s all the French I know,” she shrugged.
I laughed. “Hey, you know more than me.”
While I took a bite of my pastry, Jane stood there, waiting for my verdict. Holy shit, the damn thing was practically melting in my mouth. I savored that single bite while she smiled at me, her expression knowing.
“Oh my God, this is the most amazing thing ever! Are you sure I can’t steal you away so you can become my own personal pastry chef?”
“You wouldn’t be the first person to offer that position to me. Sadly, I’ll have to decline.”
“Damn. Well, at least I tried. Thank you so much for bringing this deliciousness into my world. You go back to your customers and I’m gonna sit here and enjoy this masterpiece you’ve created.”
Jane blushed and waved her towel at me as she hustled to greet a new customer at the counter. In the meantime, I took tiny bites of my treat, trying to make it last. I didn’t want to be done with it. While I sat there, my eyes wandered around the room again. I caught a man with salt and pepper hair, around my age, sitting alone at a table on the far wall staring at me. I gave a brief, polite smile before looking away. Something about the way he looked at me had me on edge. I hurriedly took the last few bites of the pastry, suddenly wanting to leave.
I rifled through my briefcase and tossed a few bills on the counter before briskly walking outside. I heard Jane call out to me, but I ignored her. I’d have to apologize later. My gut told me to get away. I didn’t look back, but I prayed my two shadows stayed close. I practically ran the three blocks to my office building. When I arrived I was breathless. Then, I felt like an idiot for acting like such a scaredy cat. The man had done nothing untoward. He hadn’t appeared menacing in any way. Still, something about the way he’d looked at me gave me the creeps. A chill crawled across my neck. Within a few hours of seeing clients though, I’d completely forgotten the man from the bakery.
“Today was a great session, Peter, and we covered a lot of ground. Next week, I see a huge breakthrough coming. Just keep journaling and remember your breathing techniques, okay?”
The shy young man nodded. “Yes ma’am. I’ll see you next week, Doc. Thanks for everything.”
“You’re more than welcome. Have a great weekend.” I waved as he closed the waiting room door behind him.
Sighing, I turned and headed back to my office to finish up a last bit of paperwork. My head was starting to ache and I was ready to go home. I paused at the thought. Since when had I started thinking of Nathaniel and Joseph’s place as home? The more I thought about it though, the more it rang true. It wasn’t the townhouse though. It was them. They were home. My Doms. With that final realization my heart unlocked and there was a shift inside me. They’d both shown me that we belonged together, the three of us, but I’d continued to keep a section of my heart hidden. Out of fear. My entire life, every thing that seemed too good to be true always turned out that way. This time that wasn’t the case. Happiness welled up inside and poured out of me. I shoved my chair back, and threw out my arms, spinning around, giggling with excitement like a little girl.
“Hello, Madeline.”
I screeched at the baritone greeting and threw my foot down to stop the momentum of my chair, my head whipping around to face the owner of the voice. In the doorway of my office was a non-nondescript, slender man with salt and pepper hair and a crooked smile on his face. It took me only a second, but a single blink later, I recognized him. My heart stopped beating for a blip in time and then suddenly, it was racing and that sinking feeling of dread in my gut returned. It hit me at that moment what he’d said. I remained in my chair, tense but alert, trying not to panic. My voice came out steadier than I expected. “I’m sorry, but the office is closed for the day. I’m not taking any new patients at this time.”
The man stepped inside my office, slowly, his hands in his pockets as though he didn’t have a care in the world. As though he hadn’t just intruded in my place of work. He strolled further in, confident, like he owned the place, his eerie gaze never leaving me. There wasn’t a hint of warmth in his blue eyes. They were empty.
Soulless.
Evil.
He cocked his head inquisitively; his emotionless, icy gaze homed in on me. A sinister smile flickered across his lips before smoothing out again.
“I think you need to leave,” I stood from my chair and made to move toward the door when he remained silent.
“For years I’ve looked for you. Every time I thought I found you, it turned out to be the wrong woman. Do you know how frustrating it is to think you’ve located the love of your life, only to discover she’s a stranger?”
Who the hell was this guy?
Steadily I crept closer to the door, keeping a close eye on him, watching, waiting for any signs of movement. “I’m sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else, sir.”
He sneered, ugliness now marring his expression. “Don’t tell me what I think, Madeline,” he spat.
I threw my hands up in a placating manner, trying not to notice how they shook and trembled. “I apologize. I can understand your frustration. I would feel the same way if the person I loved didn’t return my love.”
The man took a step in my direction and I froze.
“When you got my first letter, I waited for you,” he continued as though I’d never spoken. “For days I waited for you in our special place, but you never came. With every letter I sent, I kept hoping you’d understand what I tried telling you. Instead, I was left with bitter disappointment.”
He took another step, but this time it brought him to the chair reserved for my patients. I tried to understand and piece together what he was saying, but nothing he said made sense. He took a seat and crossed one ankle over his knee. He leaned back, facing me, and threaded his fingers together to lay over his stomach. His eyes never left mine, and even though he was no longer standing, I was still afraid to take another step. He remained watchful.
My men were supposed to be picking me up from work. I just needed to stall until they arrived. I also wanted answers, so for the moment I needed to play along so I tried to appear contrite. “I’m sorry I didn’t come. That I didn’t understand what you were trying to tell me.”
With my apology, finally, some emotion flickered across his face. It looked like hope, but it was quickly erased. “I sent you clue after clue and still you remained oblivious. Then, I realized you had forgotten. About me. About us.”
I could see his muscles shifting, tightening, then loosening. His jaw clenched and unclenched like he was trying to control his emotions. His gaze shifted and became unfocused, like he became lost in some memory. I didn’t hesitate. Instead, I raced out my office and through the waiting room. My scream echoed in the air, before being abruptly extinguished by a large, calloused hand slamming over my mouth. Another hand wrapped around my waist, trapping my arms at my side, and he ripped me backwards trapping me against his body. I thrashed and kicked as muffled cries tried to escape, but the strength of his hand held them, and me, back.
I tried to stomp on his foot, but he anticipated the move and wrapped his leg around my hip and knee to block my movement. The force knocked us off balance and we fell forward. I landed face first against the waiting room couch, the cushions softening my landing. Instantly, he jerked me back to my feet and threw me forward again, his hold never loosening. I screamed in pain when the side of my head bashed into the wall. Dizzy with a possible concussion, the fight in me slowed. Pounding pain filled my head and my ears rang.
With my body caught between the wall and the surprisingly powerful stranger behind me, I was helpless, immobile. Tears and snot clogged my nose and I began to panic, afraid I was going to suffocate. My brain screamed to fight, to get free, but there was no room for me to move. Please, I don’t want to die, I silently begged. Not now when I’d just found love. The missing pieces of my soul. God—someone—please help me.
The room rushed past me as he spun me around, the hand leaving my mouth, before instantly slamming back against it, effectively silencing me again. I hissed at the sharp pain in my neck. A flash of silver caught my eye and my gaze zoomed in on the knife being waved in front of me, a drop of blood on its tip. My eyes widened and I inhaled, not getting nearly enough air through my nose. I was starting to feel lightheaded and my vision was dimming around the edges.
“Don’t move. Don’t scream. Do you understand?” The instructions were delivered calmly, with no hint of breathlessness in its delivery, despite the resistance I’d demonstrated.
Frantically, I nodded in agreement. The hand over my face loosened and pulled away. I gasped in deep, cleansing breaths, desperate to fill my lungs. I forced myself to slow my breathing for fear of hyperventilating. The man, Casanova I assumed, shifted his body slightly away from mine, but the knife remained near my throat.
“Please”—I tearfully choked out—“please don’t kill me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
