Caught by Her Read online

  My mind was racing as I listened to the background noises around her. She couldn’t have been in the office.

  She responded to my unspoken thoughts. “Crazy busy! I’ve just snuck out for some lunch, though. I’ve been dragged out of the office by Anna. My wonderful mother called ahead and told her she needed to make sure I had lunch.” I could almost see the offended expression on her face.

  My phone vibrated to announce the arrival of another message. I pulled it away from my ear in time to see the message scrolling across the screen:

  “Is she talking to you now or lover boy? She’s not what you think. You’re better off without her.”

  I scowled as the details of the photo followed, showing it had been taken just minutes before. Someone was watching her. Whoever it was they were there, taking photos of her without her knowledge.

  I tried to keep my voice calm and steady and to tamp down the anger and fear that had me pacing the corridor outside the canteen. “Are you going back to the office soon? Is it just you and Anna? Where is Byron? Where are you?”

  I was mentally calculating how long it would take me to get to her.

  She laughed and I realised that I’d asked her a barrage of questions. “Yes, it’s just the two of us. We won’t be long, just finishing our drinks, and we’re at the little café around the corner from the office…I’ll be back at the office in 15 if you want to call me there?”

  I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she was shortly returning to the office. She’d be behind her desk before I could get to her. I’d just need to wait it out and call her once she got back.

  If I disappeared mid-shift again, my Sarge would be handing me my balls as well as some serious disciplinary shit. I’d need to wait and explain when she got back there.

  “What’s up with you, Masters? Want me kept locked away from people with day time TV? I was slowly losing my mind!” she sounded playful and happy, more like her usual self. She covered the mouth piece and I heard her speaking but it was muffled and I couldn’t catch what she said.

  “Who was that?”

  She laughed. “What’s up with you? I’ve got to go. You’re ruining my lunch date!”

  I clamped my jaw even tighter, seeing the picture in my head. “Lunch date?”

  “With Anna!” she sounded exasperated, “It was a joke! I’m hardly likely to be out picking up hot guys! Nate, you’re acting very strange, is everything ok? I’ll be back at the office within the next twenty minutes or so if you want to give me a call.”

  “So, no hot guys?” I responded, trying to make out it was banter, but my voice had an edge to it I couldn’t disguise.

  I don’t know why I was pressing the point. This wasn’t even the real issue, but yeah, whilst I was pissed at whoever was taking the pictures, I also wanted to know who the fuck had their hands on her. She was clearly enjoying it from the beaming big-ass smile on her face.

  She laughed, obviously choosing to ignore my shitty attitude. “The only guy I’ve seen this morning has been Byron and, despite him being pleased to see me, he’s not really my type. I’ve got my own hot guy, even if he is acting rather oddly. I’ve got to go, gimme a call in a bit at the office.” She cut the call before I could reply.

  I stood there staring at my phone for a moment. Either that photo hadn’t been taken when it said it had, or Lena was lying to me. I needed to speak to her about it and find out what the hell was going on. This, combined with the letters, was starting to get really fucked up.

  Marcus called me over and I reluctantly put my phone away. The rest of the day was taken up dealing with an attempted break-in, calming the owners down, and the subsequent paperwork. It kept me busy and distracted me from thinking about Lena. I’d called her quickly earlier in the day, just after she should have returned from lunch, and I’d spoken to Anna who confirmed that they were both in the office.

  I glanced at the clock just as I was finishing up to find it was almost 7pm. I hadn’t spoken to her again and I decided to just go straight to her parents’ house.

  I pulled up outside just before 7.30pm but noticed that Lena’s new car wasn’t parked on the drive. I dug my phone out from my pocket, dialled her number and waited for her to answer. I was met with loud music and giggling. I called her name into the phone. The line went dead and I cursed. A few seconds later my phone began to vibrate and I answered just as the ringtone started. “Lena?” I called sharply and was met with more giggling before her voice came down the line.

  “Hey, Masters,” she screeched and I pulled the phone away from my ear.

  “What the hell, Lena? Have you been drinking?” I could hear her and Maddie giggling together and my irritation began to mount.

  “Maddie called me today from work – no - in work. She called me today…when I was in work…”

  She was taking her time speaking, as if she needed to think carefully about her words to make sure they came out correctly. “She wanted to have a proper catch-up. We’ve had wine. We needed a catch-up. I’m fine now. I needed to relax - now I’m relaxed.”

  She was drunk or at least well on her way.

  I felt like yelling at her down the phone even though I knew it was completely unjustified. I took a deep breath and willed myself to have more patience. “I’ll pick you up. I need to speak to you.” I tried to make myself sound polite and reasonable even though I felt an irrational urge to drive over to her and demand she got in the car.

  Even as I said it, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to have the conversation I needed to have with her tonight. I couldn’t make her understand the gravity of the situation whilst she was drunk and giggling at me.

  My concern was that the letter writing had stepped up a gear and that he was now physically stalking her. I was incensed that the prick from her past could be the person behind this. He may, in the eyes of the law, have got away with what he did to Lena but, if he was stupid enough to come back at her now, he was going to suffer the consequences.

  I couldn’t work out how he would know to contact me, though. It made no sense that he would be sending the photos to me when he didn’t know me, and how the hell would he get my number? The messages had started up right after we’d met, but I couldn’t determine if the messages to me and the letters to her were linked.

  Was he stepping up his campaign from the letter writing, or was it that someone was targeting me and had now turned their attentions to Lena? It was a frustrating puzzle. I felt as if I only had some of the pieces but I couldn’t make them fit together to find the truth.

  They were laughing and chattering together when Lena’s voice came back through the phone. “Gimme till 10pm, babe, then come get me?”

  I glanced at the clock and agreed on the condition that I didn’t want her drinking anymore. She ignored my demand, said that she’d text me Maddie’s address and I hung up.

  I tried to tell myself that I was happy she was out enjoying herself but I wasn’t. I knew that she needed time with Maddie and that it was good for her but I was pissed off.

  My life had been simple: I went to work, I went out with Marcus and I got laid when I wanted to; it was pretty stress and drama-free, but lately it had been one thing after another and I was sick of it.

  Fuck this bullshit and drama.

  Surely it shouldn’t be this bloody difficult?

  I reversed out of her parents’ drive and went home to shower and change.

  Nate

  Lena chatted all the way home in the car, updating me on news about Maddie, even though I wasn’t really paying attention. She was carefree and relaxed, in complete contrast to me, as I sat next to her feeling like a fucking jack-in-the-box. Oblivious to my tension, she laughed and joked next to me.

  I glanced over at her, she was beautiful; her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her face was flushed, a rosy pink hue on her cheeks and neck, highlighting her natural beauty. She wasn’t wearing any make up and was still dressed in her work clothes. Her corporate appearance
was at odds with her happy chatter and gleeful laughter.

  I tried to hold onto my anger and annoyance, but – fuck! She was radiant, her happiness and joy shining through.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips as she spoke, thoughts of what I’d love that mouth to be doing running riot in my head.

  It had clearly been too long.

  I needed to speak to her tonight. I needed to lock this shit down and focus on talking to her but as she ran her tongue between her lips unconsciously wetting them as she sent a quick message on her phone, I could feel myself growing hard.

  She’d be safe with me. I could forget about this for tonight - at least, that’s what was going through my head, that and everything I wanted to do to her.

  I wanted more than anything to pull the car over and drag her on top of me. I was desperate to feel her again; I wanted to forget about everything and lose myself in her. I needed to be able to quiet the doubts and nagging thoughts and just be with her.

  As if sensing the direction my mind had wandered in, she put her phone down and turned to me with a wicked glint in her eye. She reached over to the waistband of my jeans and began to undo the buttons, her eyes challenging me to stop her.

  I raised my eyebrow and she gave me a devilish smirk. “Lena, sweetheart. I need to talk to you. We don’t need any distractions” I tried half-heartedly to dissuade her.

  It had been way too long since I’d touched her properly, too long since I’d been with her. I was trying to do the right thing, my body and my head at odds with each other.

  She looked playful as she pouted her lips at me, “Distractions are good; talk is over-rated,” she winked as she carried on.

  “We’re almost home.” I was torn between my need to speak to her and my need to feel her mouth on me.

  She dragged her fingernails over my stomach, going down into the waistband of my jeans, then my boxers and the decision was made.

  I was a man for fuck’s sake - not a saint!

  I lifted myself up from the seat, enough that she could pull my jeans and underwear down, and I sprang free. Reaching across, she unclipped her belt and turned, so that she was sideways on and facing me. She ran her tongue slowly over her lips before bending forward. I heard her intake of breath and winced, reaching out to place my hand on her back - she was probably still sore, her ribs wouldn’t have healed yet.

  Quite clearly, there was only one head that was capable of thinking at the moment and he was a selfish, greedy bastard.

  “Lena, stop, Sweetheart, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” I tapped her gently and told her to get up but she didn’t move.

  I could feel her hot breath as she lingered over me. “Lena,” I tried again, just as she ran the tips of her fingers up and down my now rock-hard length.

  I blew out a breath and leaned my head against the headrest, forcing myself to concentrate on the road, before she gently swirled her tongue over the tip, circling and teasing me. The urge to close my eyes was incredible. I felt her adjust her position slightly and patted her again, silently telling her to stop and sit back in her seat, despite my dick screaming at me to shut the fuck up.

  She ignored me, slowly dragging her tongue up from the base; licking the whole length of me.

  “Lena!” I moaned her name; part curse, part warning.

  She looked up at me innocently, eyes wide and her lips parted, turning up slightly at the corners as she fought not to smile. The sight of her about to take me in her mouth, her eyes sparkling and her lips glistening, cleared all other thoughts from my mind.

  I’d tried to be the good guy.

  I needed to speak to her; I still didn’t know how I felt and I was still mad, but right now her mouth was inches from my very impatient and very eager cock.

  To hell with everything else; it would have to wait.

  “I’m gonna crash the damn car,”

  Her face broke out into a wide smile. Clearly she was enjoying herself, relishing the chance to be completely in control. I felt her tongue sweep over me again before she took me in her mouth, wrapping her soft, plump lips around me and I hissed out a breath.

  She took just the tip, her tongue swirling around the head, before she swallowed me, going so fucking slowly I groaned, cursing her and fighting the urge to buck my hips into her. She took me inch by inch, as far as she could go, opening her throat and almost reaching the base before repeating it, sucking firmly as she pulled back, the warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloping me. Her tongue was driving me crazy, her hand cupping my balls before taking hold of me firmly, stroking me as her mouth released me, hand and mouth working in unison to push me further and further towards the abyss.

  God, she felt amazing!

  I cursed that I was driving the car and unable to do anything, I didn’t like being restricted. I scanned around us quickly; looking if there was anywhere where I could pull the car over. We were in a residential area, just minutes from my house, but I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to last.

  I wanted to grab hold of her.

  I wanted to fist my hand in her hair and take charge but I couldn’t; I didn’t want to risk hurting her ribs.

  I squeezed my hands around the steering wheel, leaving myself open to her, resigned to my fate and already plotting revenge for her delicious torture.

  She pressed her tongue flat along the underside of my shaft as she sucked, hollowing out her mouth and changing pressure. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to concentrate on the road in front of me, despite my building orgasm.

  Lena moved slightly; her hand was pressed flat on my thigh, her fingertips digging into my flesh as she supported her weight. She hummed, causing vibrations in my already aching cock as she gripped the base firmly, her hand moving in time with her mouth.

  Fucking hell! I wasn’t going to make it.

  I was getting so close to the edge, struggling to hold on as I felt my balls tightening. She sensed how close I was and I felt her lips curve into a smile. She increased the pressure, moving her hand from my thigh to cup my balls as the other hand gripped me tighter.

  I was almost there, at my house and the point of no return, trying to concentrate on the road to get me to last that little bit longer. I swung the car into my driveway, slamming to a stop and turning the engine off, but it was too late. I was too far gone. I thrust my hips up to meet her mouth as I felt myself jerk at the force of my climax, throwing my head back against the headrest.

  “Ahh, fuuuck…Lena.” I sighed deeply and slowly opened my eyes to look down at her.

  She still held me in her mouth. She met my eyes, her own smiling with satisfaction before she released me, and I noted that she’d swallowed. I couldn’t stop my face from breaking into a grin, I shouldn’t have been pleased but I was.

  You can give amazing head but if you then swallow and smile, fuck, that’s just the cherry on the top.

  My hands were still gripping the steering wheel above her head. I let go, placing one on her back, encouraging her to move. She sat upright and grinned at me, her eyes shining bright and a red flush across her neck.

  Fuck rationale and reasoning; that had all gone out of the window the minute I’d seen her.

  I’d talk to her tomorrow. Everything else would have to wait. I was sick of thinking. I was having tonight with her.

  We needed this.

  “You liked being in control, huh?”

  She grinned back at me. “I hadn’t really given it any thought. I just couldn’t resist and it worked so much better than I thought it would,”

  “It’s frustrating not being able to use your hands. I don’t like to give up control.”

  Her grin seemed to spread even wider. “Well, you made a pretty good submissive, and you almost made it home.” She gave me a cocky, self-assured grin.

  I pulled my jeans up and we walked into the house. Kicking my shoes off, I went straight to the kitchen to get us a drink before heading upstairs. She followed without speaking.

&nbs
p; I threw the bottle of water onto the bed and went to my bedside cabinet. Opening the second drawer, I pulled out a black blindfold, holding it clenched in my hand so she couldn’t see. She stood at the foot of the bed watching me warily.

  “Come here,” I demanded.

  She looked mildly amused at my tone but walked over, stopping in front of me.

  I opened my hand and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. She laughed but didn’t say anything until I pulled the handcuffs out. At the sound of the metal clinking together, her head whipped in my direction, her voice shrill and anxious. “Nate?”

  I chuckled at her tone.

  “Nate, seriously, I trust you and everything but the whips and chains thing doesn’t interest me at all…you know that, right? Fifty shades did nothing for me.” She sounded apprehensive.

  I leaned in close to whisper into her ear. “Paybacks a bitch!” I nipped her earlobe gently and traced a line of kisses from one side of her neck to the other before speaking softly to her opposite ear. “Handcuffs, Sweetheart, no whips or chains…Let’s just see how you feel about not using your hands.”

  She smiled nervously at me and I took that as her approval as I began to undress her. Once she was standing in front of me dressed in just her underwear, I instructed her to get up onto the bed, helping her since she couldn’t see anything.

  I pulled her arms up behind her and handcuffed her to the bed, careful not to pull her arms so much that it hurt her ribs.“How are you feeling? You’re not too sore?”

  She chewed her lip but shook her head. “I’m fine. I don’t think I could take any pressure on my chest or ribs but, I feel alright.”

  I traced my hand down her body making her shudder, my dick twitching back to life already at the hitch in her breathing and the soft whimpers escaping from her as I ran my fingers over bare skin.

  I wanted to touch every inch of her, caress and savour her, etch this vision into my mind forever of her lying here in front of me, open, trusting and unbelievably beautiful.

  I quickly removed my clothing, crawled up her body and leaned over her, placing my lips softly against hers. I had every intention of taking my sweet time with her and making her beg for it. She complained as I broke away from her. I pulled her bra down, her nipple already puckered as I captured it with my mouth, sucking hard and making her moan. I worked my way down her body, alternating between nipping, licking and sucking as she squirmed beneath me. Her neck was flushed pink, her chest rising and falling rapidly.