Grabbing her purse, she walked over to her room and shut the door. She immediately began peeling off her clothes. If she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about Malcolm, she might as well enjoy thinking about him. Normally, she thought about her work while she pleasured herself, and just masturbated to release a bit of tension and get back to business. It was rare for her to think of a man and she figured she might as well allow herself the fantasy.
The cool air of the apartment caused her nipples to stiffen as she removed her bra. She gingerly touched them and could feel how sensitive they still were from Malcolm’s rough treatment of them that night. She felt her pussy dampen as she remembered how roughly he had handled her in the hallway, and how demanding his voice had been.
Her hands idly traveled down her stomach, every inch of her skin coming alive at the touch. A shuddering breath escaped her lips as the tips of her fingers slipped under her panties. She was surprised to find that so much wetness had gathered there.
“The things you do to me, Mr. Cage,” she said with a smile on her lips. She parted her folds and buried her fingers into her flesh until they brushed against her clit. A small moan escaped her swollen lips as she rubbed her nub in small circles. The fabric of her panties started to become soaked with her wetness and she found the feeling uncomfortable. She eagerly struggled to rip them off. The chill of the air tickled her body and caused goose flesh to rise all over her skin.
She moved forward to collapse on the bed, feeling the soft cotton caressing her skin soothingly. They weren’t quite as smooth as the sheets on Malcolm’s bed, but these belonged to her. They provided a sense of comfort and safety as she relaxed her body and mind. The whole night had seemed like a dream, and she wondered if any of it had ever really happened. Had she really masturbated in front of a room full of people? Had she really been fucked into oblivion by a mysterious billionaire? The only proof was the soreness and burning of her tender asshole from where he had penetrated her. She definitely hadn’t imagined that.
Her hands stroked her skin softly as she stimulated her clit in the familiar way that she most liked. Her mind conjured up images of Malcolm, imagining it was him that was touching her. “Mm, this is nice,” she moaned as her fingers pulled at her nipples. Her wetness was growing and beginning to leak out of her pussy, dripping down the crack of her ass.
Her fingers traveled down her body and brushed against her clit once more. Her back arched slightly at the contact and she released a satisfied moan. She could still feel his velvety cock sliding into her, inch by inch, as her back was pressed against the wall of the shower. She could still hear him whispering into her ear as he pounded her. Her body throbbed with yearning, and touching herself simply wasn’t enough. “Oh, Malcolm,” she moaned as she slipped two fingers into herself.
They weren’t nearly as big as he was, but it was all she could do in order to satisfy the aching need of her body. She could feel her orgasm begin to build in her abdomen, and it surprised her. She was so turned on she didn’t know what to do with herself. Just imagining Malcolm in the bed with her, pounding her for all he was worth, was enough to send her over the edge. It was more than she could bear, and she pumped her fingers faster and harder.
Just as she was feeling the beginnings of a powerful, blissful orgasm inundating her body in soft waves, her phone began to ring loudly. The distracting sound pulled her mind from her fantasy, and she sat up from bed with fury in her eyes. “Oh, this had better be good,” she said in exasperation.
Angrily, she got up to locate her purse and searched the contents of the bag. As she pulled out her phone, her eyes scanned the caller ID. It was an unfamiliar number and she scowled in suspicion. “Who calls this early on a Saturday,” she said irritably as she accepted the call.
“This is a call for Victoria Chase,” a robotic voice said over the phone. “If you are Victoria Chase, please press one.”
She curiously hit the button the voice was instructing her to and anxiously waited to hear what it had to say next.
“Thank you. This is a mobile banking alert. We’re sorry to inform you that all bank accounts, lines of credit and credit cards have been canceled due to a criminal investigation…” The voice continued on in a mechanic drone.
She hung up the phone and cut off the voice before it could finish. Apprehension weighed in her stomach heavily. She was rattled by what she had just heard; it must have been a prank or a mistake. She was no criminal.
She shook the cobwebs from her mind and quickly threw a robe over her naked body. She exited her room and walked back over to her laptop, quickly jabbing a finger into a key to bring it to life. Her foot began to tap rapidly as her stress levels increased. When the screen finally lit up, she logged in and went to her internet browser. Each second seemed like an eternity as the thing took it’s time to load.
“Faster, you stupid machine,” she said with panic rising in her voice. “Don’t do this to me now.”
Her browser finally opened up and she quickly maneuvered the mouse cursor to her search bar. She quickly typed in the web address of her bank account and anxiously waited for it to log her in. When she was able to look at the information she recoiled in horror. The voice had been correct, everything she had was closed. Huge red letters flashed under each account number, they read: Suspended.
“I’m not a fucking criminal!” she shouted. Terror began to rip at her heart and she pulled out her phone to call her bank.
The ringing in her ears annoyed her as she paced. She punched in her information as fast as she could into the automated operator. The robotic voice confirmed her fears. She repeated the process again as she found it increasingly difficult to believe that everything she had was somehow inaccessible. All the money for her student loans, her half of the rent, and even to buy food was gone. She even had a little savings account where she was trying to push a few extra bucks now and then to save up for a new place someday. Everything was gone and she couldn’t understand why.
Her mind went over each possible situation to try and come to some logical conclusion. Had she done something she wasn’t aware of that she was being investigated for? Had she pissed off someone with one of her stories? The question caused her lips to pull into a grim line. “Malcolm,” she whispered. She flinched in horror as she recalled his threat, but quickly pushed it away. He had been so sweet and kind to her afterwards, and even apologized. Surely he wasn’t betraying her!
Another possibility crossed her mind: the senator she was investigating. It was possible he had somehow found out about the picture and was coming after her as a warning. She didn’t know what was going on, and suddenly everyone had the potential to be an enemy.
When her phone rang again, she jumped in fear. She didn’t recognize the number and hesitantly answered the call, fearing even more bad news.
“Victoria.” The masculine voice of Malcolm sounded over the line.
His voice brought her more comfort than she cared to admit. Even though a moment before, she had been fearing his betrayal, the strength in his voice somehow instantly calmed her down. “Malcolm?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yes. I was just calling to check up on you and make sure you made it home alright,” he said in a voice filled with genuine concern. “I want to see you this afternoon,” he said calmly.
She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She had just found out that her life had been stolen from her, and the stranger she had spent all night fucking was now asking her for a booty call! On the same day that he had pounded her raw no less. “No, Malcolm,” she said in disgust. “Why would you ask to see me right now? Can’t you even give me a moment alone?” Her voice was sounding more hysterical by the moment and she realized that she was just attacking him because of her stress. It made her feel guilty but she didn’t know what to feel anymore. “Don’t you have better things to do with your time than bother me? God!”
“I was really hoping you might be available,” he said softly.
“Well, I’m not!” Victoria hissed.
“Why?”
“Because I have bigger issues right now than fucking you!” she shouted in a harsher tone than she had intended.
“I see. It’s a good thing I’m not asking to fuck you,” he said through a smile. “This is business, Victoria. Come by my office this afternoon.”
Something in her snapped as she heard those words. “You did this to me!” she screamed. Her anger began boiling over the top.
“Some elaboration is required,” he said in a level tone.
“You stole it all from me! I know you did.” She saw red and didn’t even know if it was true. She just needed to lash out at someone.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear. But I assure you that whatever the situation might be, I can assist you. As long as you can assist me in return.”
She dropped to her knees. “You bastard.” Tears began to fill her eyes at the betrayal. Why would he do this to her? Hadn’t she been good to him during their time together? Hadn’t she explained that his request crossed her line? Did he have no shame?
Of course he didn’t. He was a god.
“Malcolm,” she said through gritted teeth. “Why? Just give me my goddamn life back.”
“Like I said, if you come to my office, I should be able to assist you.”
“Fuck you!” she cursed brokenly. “I can’t be bought, threatened, or blackmailed into helping you. It’s free will or nothing at all.”
“And you will help me of your own free will,” he informed her. “That is, if you ever want to hold a job in this country or legally drive a vehicle again. Identities are precious things, Victoria. Upon your agreement to assist me, I will do what I can to correct whatever difficulties you seem to be having.”
She was rendered speechless by the audacity of this ultimatum. How dare he!
“I expect to see you at my office in an hour, Victoria,” he said with determination.
“Jesus, don’t you ever sleep?” she asked as the anger began to boil up inside her again. She wiped the tears that had begun to form in her eyes away in disgust. “I don’t even care anymore, Malcolm. I told you that I’m not helping you write this story. Do whatever you want to me.” She refused to play his game and surrender. Two people could play hardball and she was determined to win.
“Then you won’t get your life back, Victoria,” he said matter-of-factly.
She could hear the threat in his voice, but something sounded off about the way he spoke. She wasn’t as afraid of him as she knew she should be. “Then you won’t find your daughter, Malcolm,” she retorted. “And trust me, I can figure my own shit out and bounce back from this. I barely had any money anyway. What are you going to do ten years from now when you still haven’t found her? When she is old enough to hate you for not being in her life?” she asked in a rage.
“You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” he said softly.
She knew that she had somehow struck a chord within him and her lips pulled into a vicious smile. “I am,” she said bitterly. “My father left me when I was a child. Without a word. Why do you think I was so sympathetic to the man in my first story? He actually gave a fuck enough to search for his daughter when he got out of prison.”
“I know; I read the story. When I recognized you, I assumed that you would also be willing to help me. I need to find my daughter,” he said with an edge in his tone. “And you will help me, Victoria. It doesn’t matter if you want to or not.”
“If only you knew how that story ended, Malcolm,” she said coldly. “Then you’d realize just how big a piece of shit you really are right now.”
There was a silence over the line for a moment as Malcolm considered her words. She could hear the gears turning in his head and waited impatiently for him to return with some retort.
“It doesn’t matter,” he finally said. “I already know how our story is going to end, Victoria.” There was a short pause. When he spoke again, his voice was as cold as steel. “I always get what I want. You now have fifty seven minutes to come to my office or you will never have been born.”