Page 37 of Twisted Bonds
"In case you didn't know, Detective, I have a lot going on, and having to take you on a field trip around the grounds keeps me from my work."
"Then, by all means, lead the way so I can get out of your hair." The fucker smirks.
He follows me out the side door, walking the distance to the shelter homes. I could have taken out the other golf cart, but fuck him; he can walk his happy ass all the way over there. It's an unusually warm day, and the sun is already beating down on us. Since I'm working from home and have no video conference calls today, I didn't bother dressing in my business attire. Instead, I'm in shorts and a t-shirt, whereas our lovely detective is in slacks and a long-sleeved dress shirt.
"This way." I hold the door open for him and wait until he comes in before leading him to Ryan's office and knocking on the door. "Babe, this is Detective Harrison, and he seems to think his wife is here on the grounds. Can he take a look around?"
"Oh? I guess so, but why would she be here?" Ryan looks at the detective and asks, "You do know this foundation helps trafficked and abuse victims. Who's your wife?"
"Yes!" I quickly reply, "I tried telling him that Liv left us in Italy to join her parents, but he doesn't believe me." I'm so glad my girl is a smart cookie, catching onto my lie and continuing it with her own.
"I'm sorry, but Liv never mentioned that she was married. In fact, she said she was joining her parents because she was bored here and needed some adventure before starting a new job."
"Well, she is married…" Harrison fumes.
"I'm sorry, Detective Harrison," Ryan says in an irritated tone. "I am allowing you to take a look through this property in good faith, and I don't appreciate the tone you're using with me or that you are insinuating that we are hiding your so-called wife. Maybe you should come back with a search warrant. After all, you won't be able to look in any of the rooms because the tenants have a right to privacy."
The detective looks around and then sighs. "Listen, I don't know what Liv has told you, but I love her and I'm worried about her. I don't mean to offend you, so I'll go. If you talk to her again, please tell her to call me."
"Most certainly, Detective." I shake his hand in good faith.
"My apologies, I will get going." He turns and walks back out the door.
"What the hell?" Ryan brings her hand to her forehead. "Do you think he bought it?"
"I honestly don't know." I pull her to me. "But you were very convincing, Miss Hendricks."
"Hm, was I?" she asks with a wicked smirk on her beautiful lips.
"You were." I pull my phone from my pocket and call the security detail. "Yes, make sure that Detective Harrison finds his way off the property. I'll be in Miss Hendricks' office going over some paperwork." Pocketing my phone, I wrap my arm around her again as my mouth descends upon hers. "So, how about we get started."
After ensuring Harrison was gone, Liv went to the shelter house where Laney and Heather live because she's been cooped up at the Manor all week. That left Ryan and me the whole house to ourselves, and I'm looking forward to having her all to myself. I let Helen and the rest of the staff leave early and ordered pizza to be delivered around seven-ish. That leaves us over an hour to get up to no good.
Ryan's just coming out of the bathroom from taking a shower, and she's in nothing but a towel. I'm lying back on the bed with the television remotein my hand when I spot her, and I call her over with the crook of my finger. She smiles and comes straight over to me as I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I have her stand between my legs while I peruse her tiny form.
"Drop the towel, pretty girl."
Her breath catches when she hears the tone I'm using, and I'll bet my left nut that she's already wet because of it. Opening the towel, she lets it go, allowing it to fall to her feet, and just stands there, waiting for her next order. She's fucking delectable.
"Come closer and spread those gorgeous legs a little more." She moves closer so she's only mere inches away from the bed. "I'm a bit disappointed in you, pretty girl," I tell her as my hand slowly reaches her already wet center and I push a finger into her. "Coming with one finger is unusual for you. It's at least two…" I push another finger in and thrust a few times as I watch her face. "Even three gets you off." I bite my lower lip as I thrust a third into her.
"Uh…" Ryan brings her hands up to hold onto my bare shoulders as she begins to pant.
"What's that, pretty girl? You need another one?" Slipping my pinky into her hot, wet cunt, I bring her to her first orgasm before I grab her, throw her over my thigh, and bring my hand down on her bare ass. "Better? Is that what my gorgeous little pain slut needed?"
"God, yes…more!"
I bring my hand down until her ass is a pretty shade of dark pink, before moving her, so her chest is flat on the bed and her feet are still planted on the floor. Kicking her feet wider apart, I run three of the four fingers that just fucked her over my tongue, getting them nice and wet. Bringing my hand back, I let it fly, producing a nice sting to Ryan's pussy. I repeat it until she's on the verge of coming before I line myself up and thrust into her soaking cunt.
"Fuck…" I hiss as her walls wrap around my cock while I sink all the way into her. "Tell me how you want it, baby."
"Do me any way you like, Sir, as long as you leave me dripping with pleasure." She wiggles her ass with me inside, and I slap her hip.
"Naughty girl. You're going to make me come too soon." I run my hand up her back and into her hair, grabbing a fist full. "I fucking love you, Ryan, but I'm about to fuck you like I hate you." Pulling out, I slam back into her, and I take her just as I said I would with hard, deep thrusts while listening to her cries of pleasure.
"What do you have to say to me, pretty girl?"
"Thank you, Sir…I love you!"
