Page 55 of Deeper

Callen

The building I’m parked in front of is sketchy. I have no idea what happens inside. There are no business or residential records for the property.

Number Three, Sebastian Rutherford, is on my to-do list today. The man spends most of his time in New York City where he works as a financial analyst, but he still owns a vacation property in Maplefield. My tracking device told me he came into town late last night, and today, he led me here, where I’ve been waiting for hours.

His fancy car idles in the parking lot as the sun leaves the sky. His black tinted windows hide his face from me. A girl walks out the back door of the building and into the parking lot. Her demeanor is hesitant and more than a little skittish as he gets out of his car and moves to stand by the rear door. Without glancing over at him, the woman puts one six-inch stiletto into his waiting car before he stops her. He grabs her arm and twists, pulling her back to him. He glances around the parking lot while the woman holds her breath. His open palm waits between them, and she reaches into her cleavage before handing something to him.

Money.

He counts the cash without letting go of her. Casually, he pockets it and then backhands the woman. Her face jerks to the right, but she makes no effort to protect herself. Then, he pushes her headfirst into the back of his vehicle, slams the door, and moves to get behind the wheel.

I follow him as he weaves his way through traffic, eventually entering an affluent neighborhood. When Sebastian pulls through the gate guarding his driveway, I slowly drive past, as if my destination isn’t the same as his. The girl’s presence means I’ll have to wait for a better opportunity, but it doesn’t mean I have to stop my recon.

I park my truck on the curb three blocks over and circle back to Number Three’s house. The quiet neighborhood looks fast asleep, as if everyone draws their shades at dusk and gets in bed shortly after. Still, I pull my hood over my head as I walk and try to be quiet as I climb the high fences separating the properties.

Sebastian’s large home is the only one on the block with a few lights on. I can see movement through a downstairs window, and I creep closer until I can clearly see Number Three through the window. Then, I pause.

I shouldn’t be surprised, but somehow, I am. The girl from the parking lot is cooking, and there are shackles on her feet. Mascara is smeared down her face against her swollen purple cheek. Number Three pays her no attention, his eyes riveted on something he’s doing on his phone. The girl, who was in tight but casual clothes last time I saw her, now wears a revealing lacy lingerie piece but has on the same sky-high heels from earlier. I’m shocked she can walk in them with the chains connecting her ankles.

She plates his food and then moves to pull out the chair next to his. He still does not acknowledge her as he puts his phone down and picks up a fork. The woman crawls under the table from the opening she gave herself by pulling out the chair. On her hands and knees, she pulls the chair back into its place. She slides between his open legs and rests her chin on the cushion of his chair, inches from his groin.

Still, he ignores her.

Sebastian eats while the girl sits motionless on her knees. No part of her is touching him, but it’s obvious she’s there for his pleasure. Her back is arched, her hands grip the front chair legs, and her tits are pushed up on display. He eats, and she remains poised. The kitchen is silent while this awkward scene plays out. Number Three eats his dinner with slow and measured bites, and I wish he would hurry up. Standing out here is not my idea of a good time.

After he finally finishes, he leans over and sets his plate on the floor beside him. Smoothly, the girl pushes the chair back away from the table and scoots out. She crawls on the floor until the plate is just under her face. She waits on all fours, looking up at Sebastian.

For the first time, he dignifies her with an acknowledgment. He squeezes her jaw with his hand, and I read his lips as he says, “Eat quickly, bitch.”

She nods, and he lets go of her face. She grabs his plate and then lifts taller on her knees. She doesn’t rise to her feet as she refills the plate he just ate from and places it back on the ground. Then, she lowers her face, eating from the plate on the floor like an animal. Sebastian moves his chair to face her. Her ass is in the air, her legs are spread open as wide as the restraints will allow, and her hands on the floor are parallel to the plate, which is quite the picture. She eats quickly, but she’s careful not to make a mess. When she’s finished, she rises on wobbly legs and washes the plate in the sink before loading it in the dishwasher.

Once again, she gets down on the floor and sits between Number Three’s legs, which are turned out from the table. He smirks down at her and grabs the back of her hair. With force, he shoves her face between his legs as he grinds up against her.

“You are a filthy slut. You are mine to control. You live your life for me. What happened today? Tell me why you didn’t meet your quota.”

I don’t know if she responds since her face is still being driven into Sebastian’s crotch.

“Do you think the other girls there are better whores than you are? Would one of them make me happier than you do? Because, right now, I am not happy with you, my pet.”

He shoves her harder between his legs and grinds his hips. “If you aren’t making me happy, then there is no reason for me to keep you. Are we understood?”

Is this their kink? Is she here consensually or against her will?

Nothing about this situation screams normal, healthy relationship.

He rises from his chair, and the woman cowers back.

More gently, he cradles her face. “You are a very beautiful girl, and I love it when you look like this. I am the one who messed up your pretty little face. The tears you unleash are for me. The bruising and swelling on your cheek were caused by my hand. I love seeing how I made a mess of something beautiful. You know that though, don’t you? You’re aware of how much I like to dirty up my favorite toy.”

They slightly shift positions and grant me a better view of them both. He removes his belt and carefully places it around the girl’s neck. He tugs, and she closes her eyes. Fire grows within him as her face turns blue.

“Open your eyes, bitch!” he bellows loud enough that I can hear his words instead of having to read his lips.

I glance to the neighbors’ house, but the windows stay dark.

Her eyes bulge open, and tears leak out.

“You’ll be punished tonight for not pulling your weight today, but first, I want a little warm-up. Take out my cock, slut.”

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