“ Did you see him, Marcus?” I asked just as I bumped into him on my way to the house.It was almost ten-thirty in the night, and I was late by half an hour due to the breakdown of the car in the middle of nowhere. I had to walk the rest of the distant on my heels just because I was summoned by Nick for some urgent matter.
I hoped that the extortionist had been captured or, at least, anything leading to further clues had been found.
“No Ma’am. But I think he is at the library, at this time that’s where he generally is.”
Mark had been staying in the house for a week now, and the last time I met him was when he first came to the house.He was an ex-military cop, who took an early retirement due to a major fracture on his right shoulder twenty years ago. A young man of twenty-five then was asked repeatedly by his superiors to return and he was offered an intelligence official post where he didn't need to go for any field trips again. A Man of action like him simply couldn’t accept the proposal since it made him feel unworthy and weak. After ten years of loyal service to the country, he was unprepared to take a sitting job at the office without actually doing any much work. He left the army with an honorary farewell and against the wishes of many of his colleagues.
He then set up his own ‘Private Investigation and Protection’ PIP agency in the city within a year recruiting his ex-colleagues who were on retirement and fresh new young Men capable of being bodyguards or secret service agents. He trained them himself and was initially supported with the start-up by Nick, his long time friend. At Six-feet-five, and with two-twenty pounds of solid muscles, he had an attractive personality. He had the most engrossing green eyes, strong square jaw and incredibly kissable lips. He was quite a sexy man I had ever seen, and it meant something when I said so cause I had seen a lot of sexier men my entire adult life.
Though I had heard about him a lot from Nick, we just met only a week ago, when he was appointed for the protection of Nick, after all, my persuasion and begging and hours of submission to Nick. He could be such tight and stubborn asshole at times.
After beating the shit out of me he had the audacity to laugh at me and say. “ Amy, Even if you had not allowed me to have you tonight I would have listened to you and appointed Marcus anyway. Your wish is my command, Angel. But having you submitting to me was an extra deserving.” He continued cleaning my cuts and welts and applying the lotion on my back. Aftercare from him was always the best part other than having him all by myself. “I haven’t met Marcus for years now. Last time, we saw each other at his wife’s funeral, he was pretty broke and damaged. That was nearly five years ago. I think it’s time to make him pay me a visit.”
I walked towards the library, but stopped and turned. “Mark.”
“Ma’am?” He blinked his eyes, I could see the trace of pain in his eyes. The first time we met he was all business, but tonight he seemed a bit distracted. I knew something was troubling him terribly.
“Is everything alright?”I asked hoping no more bad news tonight, I had had a long day, and the urgent call from Nick had already had me worried. I just don’t want anything depressing to hear anymore tonight. “Do you know why I am called tonight? Did you find who is behind all this?”
“No Ma’am.” I saw him struggling with his own emotions to distract himself. I never heard him using more than a few words with me. Maybe it’s a military thing. “Nothing to concern you.”
“Oh..okay!!” He turned to leave.” Mark?”
“Yes, Ma’am?” Such an honourable and patient man. Why was I feeling something different towards him tonight? Why was I itching to know what’s disturbing him so much? Nick had told me about their friendship, Mark’s past, marriage and his late wife, Ellie, how much Mark loved his wife and was a complete wreck after his wife passed away.Yet I felt like Nick hadn’t told me everything or rather the most important thing- how did she die?
“Are you okay, Mark?” I asked wanting to know whatever was troubling him, then I knew I won’t get the answer now. “You seem little...”
He stopped me in between “I am fine, Ma'am. Thank you.” He forced a smiled, ” It’s cold out here, You should go inside.”
Now, I was confirmed that he was anything but fine. I nodded before heading inside. I will get my answer tonight for any cost. Even if I had to re-sell my soul to Satan, or worse to Nick, for he was the only person other than Mark himself, to know everything.
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“Nick! You bastard.” I shouted, my voice echoing through the hallway. I had been searching for him for twenty minutes now. I had gone towards his library first, because like Mark said, I knew he spent a couple of hours in there before sleeping. The library was empty, so were his bedroom, bathroom, study, gym, kitchen, even the garden. I couldn’t even find any staffs around the house, where had everyone gone? I called his number, but it went straight to his voice mail, I thought of calling Mark but decided against it when I remembered him heading out. That man was already in stress, and the way he worked all the time, he needed some time to himself.
The house, if not a palace, was nothing less than that. It was a two-story Victorian villa, in an area where an entire soccer field could be fitted. And over twenty minutes I had been searching this huge mansion like a lunatic, cause a certain coldhearted bastard was in the mood for playing a game tonight. The only place left to look for him was the dungeon, where I am not allowed to enter without Nick accompanying me or his permission. I didn’t care what he would say after I break his rule, but I stormed towards the dungeon. Finding its door unlocked, I pushed in to find him sitting near the fireplace with all lights turned out. The only thing lighting up the room was the fading rays from the fireplace. He sat in the armchair, legs stretched out on the footrest and hands of his lap. It seemed like he had fallen asleep in there, but he never slept in his dungeon...at least not without me and definitely not on the chair.
I found a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table nearby. He had been drinking, could this day turn any worse?
Walking towards him on my toes, I knelt beside him to remove the glass laid on his lap from his grip, without wanting to wake him. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. The golden light from the fireplace coloured one side of his face and the other half left in the shadow. His thick blond hair messed, lips parted a little. It had been years that I had seen him sleep so quietly and peacefully.
I sat by him, with my head resting on his left thigh, eyes fixed on his angelic face and fingertips tracing his bare forearms slightly. It took every last strength of my self-control to not kiss him, fearing to disturb his sleep.
“I am scared Nick,”I whispered against his thigh, inhaling in the scent of him to fill my lungs. Tonight, even among the strong smell of the whiskey, I could smell him, the smell I had been bearing in my heart since the first day I met him fifteen years ago. The scent of love and home, I had missed his smell, his taste, I missed him every second, every moment of time we had been separated. It was I who left him, and then again it was me who came back...for whatever happens I would always return to him, he was my home, he was my love, he was my God.
“Angel.” He whispered in a sleeping tone placing his hand on head, the warmth of him immediately engulfed me, my body ready to respond to him anyway, anywhere, anytime he wanted. His voice was smooth yet stern at the same time, the voice that could make anyone do anything. “I will always be with you.”
With my eyes closed, I nodded at his words agreeing with him. I knew he meant it. He had promised me long before, to not leave me and he had always kept his promise. He stroke the strands of hair from my face, it was like a silent order for me to look at him. Yet I kept my eyes shut not wanting to look at him. For if I did, I won’t be able to control myself anymore tonight.
“Angel, look at me.” he ordered with his voice full of passion and desire in them.
I stayed at my place, not yet wanting to let him go. At his feet, was my actual place and my favorite. If needed, I would beg him to let me stay at his feet tonight and every night for eternity.
I could feel his growing irritation at me not obeying his order.
“Amy,” he said in his dominating voice which could terror even Satan himself. “Did you call me “bastard” before?” Time for the game.
Damn! I was in real trouble.
I sat straight kneeling in front of him, hands on my thighs and eyes down- years of training had made me understand the situation when a submission position was expected.
“Yes, Sir. I did.” I spoke in a strong, fearless submissive voice. Ready for the consequences.
Let the game begin.
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