Page 55 of Retribution

It has caught me off guard that Indie would be so open about her attraction to me with Britney, it’s been barely a month since Allie has passed. Surely, it’s too sensitive of a topic to discuss with her, and I can’t imagine Britney would be supportive in the slightest.

Brit hates me for more reasons than one, and not just because of Allie. Around 3 years ago, at the last family thanksgiving dinner that I attended, I stumbled upon Britney in the bathroom with her best friend Jasmine Rodriquez, the admission written across both of their faces in a state of panic.

I retreated and thought nothing of it, until I mentioned it at the dinner table. I made a few suggestive jokes about what they were up to, all alone in the bathroom. What I hadn’t realized is that there was something going on between them and I basically outed Britney to her entire family, wreaking havoc from her very ‘traditional’ and religious family.

Regretting it deeply, I was ashamed that I hadn’t considered that their friendship was actually more of a relationship. Since that point our, already rocky, relationship was completely severed. I completely violated her privacy and any form of trust she may have had in me. It put Allie in an awkward situation knowing that her husband and her sister were at each other’s throats constantly, fixing a divide between me and her family.

The conversation continues and I pour another drink.

(Indie): He does, but I can’t reveal all the juicy gossip over text, that would be boring.

Ah, nice touch. Keep her on her toes, don’t spill too much about me or she’ll figure it out and then you’ll really have someone to answer to.

(Britney): Let me guess, he’s got an embarrassing name, hasn’t he? it’s not something like Bartholomew is it? Or Willie? What about Dick?

(Indie): Hahaha, definitely not, he’s got a lovely name, actually.

Hm, so she likes my name? That’s a good start, and she thinks I’m gorgeous. Enough so, she compared me to Captain America, I’ll accept the comparison with delight.

I peer out of the window at the city below, the night silent and preying. I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and find myself searching through another file I have on my computer, one that I find myself searching through practically every night.

Indie Thorne

See, there are few people in the world that pique my interest as much as Indie has. There is something magnetic about her. Something that has drawn me in since the very first time I laid eyes on her.

Strangely enough, it was long before we met, she just didn’t have a name back then. There first time I saw her was at a business management event 4 years ago in Rockdale. I’m assuming that this was before she began her ballet school, and that event clearly paid off for her, and me.

The way she was so determined to make it worthwhile, with her pink notebook on her lap and fluffy pink ballerina pen. She wrote with such fierceness that the ballerina bobbed back and forward on the spring, threatening to jump off with each passing second. The concentration etched on her face as she bit her lip, anxiously trying to absorb the extensive amount of information listed on the PowerPoint in front of her. I could barely remove my eyes from her, fascinated by her passion and also the way it didn’t matter if anyone in the room was watching her. I knew she could feel my gaze burning into her, she sat up straighter and peered at the keynote speaker with more intensity. I wanted her to look at me, I wanted her to share a moment with me, grant me the luxury of returning the attention. Of course she didn’t, otherwise we’d have fucked 4 years ago.

My pulse drums in my neck as I click through a collection of photos of Indie. I tilt my head, glancing at an image I’ve never seen before. She’s sat in front of a wide mirror, in a nude-colored leotard, bare legged and ballet slippers laced up her calves. My cock thrums at the expanse of her pose.

Her legs are completely spread wide into splits, she appears to be in her studio, alone. The lights are dimmed, the background is clear, offering herself as the main attraction. Her back is to the mirror, the leotard slightly wedged between her plump ass checks, providing a worldly view. I blow out a hot breath and bite my lip, imagining the way that I could destroy her in a position like that. Her hair is loosely waved down her back, only partially revealing part of her face as her head is turned to the same side as the phone is.

She knows how insanely fucking sexy she is. She can act coy, she can act shy, but I know deep down just how much she wants to be ravished. She came alive the night we spent together, she was animalistic, desperate, and starved.

I gave her only a small part of myself that night, I want her to crave me. I need her to want me in every way possible, just as much as I want her.

My cock is strained against my trousers, searching for some way to gain release. I focus my attention back on the picture in front of me and submit to it. I grab my throbbing length and use the bead of pre-cum as a lubricant for my hand, spreading it up and down. I shiver at the sensitivity of it, the instant pleasure causing my head to fall backwards.

My eyes flutter closed as I slowly fist myself, replaying the image of Indie sucking my cock over and over. The veins in my forearms pulsing as I rhythmically pump up and down, I grit my teeth and look back toward the picture on my computer screen. My eyes trace over the long, toned, slightly tan legs, the expanse of them destined to be wrapped around my waist whilst I fuck her senselessly. Her ass teases me and displays exactly that I want what I can’t have. What I would give to be able to grab onto those juicy shapely cheeks and slam her down onto my face.

I grab onto my desk with my free hand whilst my other acts as a savior for my darkest desires. Following the curve of her back, now imagining I’m taking her from behind and pounding into the soft bliss of her pussy, my legs shaking from the vigorous restraint I’ve got.

My balls tighten as I quicken my pace, my breathing growing louder and faster, Indie’s moans raw and dirty in my mind. The sweat beads across my forehead and my abdominal muscles tighten, preparing for my pending release. I move past her back and look at her side profile, the fullness of her lips prove to be completely irresistible, imagining them kissing the head of my cock. My hand movement grows lazy as the orgasm explodes through me whilst my body spasms and cascades me into nirvana. The creamy liquid fills into my hand as I cup the end, offering light strokes to bring me down from the clouds above, my muscles burn with bliss.

I clean myself up with a tissue from my desk and retreat to my chair, slumping slightly, as my body recovers from the mind-blowing climax. My ragged breathing begins to even and I glance once more at the picture of Indie, noting that it is my new favorite.

I empty the last of the bottle into my whiskey glass and proceed to finish up on the P.I files, sleep beginning to demand control over my actions.

Clicking on Allie’s file finally, my is brain quiet and at peace. I cock my head quizzically, noticing a specific file with a note attached to it from new P.I I hired after finding out about the custody case.

I needed someone with more drive, more abilities. The other P.I fell flat too many times. The note reads:

I’m onto this Reed, there is more going on with this than I initially realized. I’ll call you when I have an update.

Chapter 16

Indie

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