Dancing In Darkness (12 page)

Without so much as a goodbye, Adam grabbed her hand and they headed for the garage. It was a long drive that he was about to make much shorter. He had to know that no one else had been injured and that his Priscilla was safe. “When did she become
your Priscilla,
Linston?” He thought to himself.

Neither of them said a word the entire trip. When he came to a screeching halt in front of Nina’s, there were police cars and lights everywhere. Jumping out of the car, Priscilla rushed to the front door. “Miss I’m sorry you can’t go in there.” A voice called to her.

“Is Det. Tony or Det. Ward here?” She asked the officer.

“Yes ma’am, Det. Tony is inside. You’ll have to wait.” He told her.

“Please tell her that I am Priscilla Barnes.” She begged the officer.

The officer turned away from her and pushed the button on his radio. “Yeah, tell Tony that a Priscilla Barnes is out here.”

“Thank you, sir.” She muttered. She was terrified that something was horribly wrong. Adam tried to console her as much as he could. She wasn’t in the frame of mind to be comforted and he couldn’t blame her. He was about to crawl out of his own skin with worry.

“Ms. Barnes.” She heard Det. Tony call her name.

“Yes! What is going on? Is Nina okay and Abi also?” Her mind was a list of questions.

“Slow down. Everyone is okay, maybe a little shaken up. Earlier tonight, Abi Martinez had to run to the grocery. When she left on her own, a man grabbed her and tried to abduct her.” Tony went on, “He has been arrested for this crime as well as the homicides of the other three victims.”

“Oh dear God.” Priscilla cried. “It’s over?”

“Yes, I do believe it is over.” Tony said. “Of course we will have to question him extensively, but with the charge of attempted kidnapping, and it being a woman that was somewhere in line with the prior victims, yes, I do believe it is over.”

Priscilla turned and fell into Adam. The tears of relief washed over her and her body was wracked with sobs. Her friends had lost their lives at the hands of this monster. Now it was over.

“Can I see Nina and Abi?” She asked the detective.

“Of course you can. Follow me.” She replied.

Without hesitation Priscilla followed closely behind her. When they got in the door, Nina was comforting Abi and the children were in another room.

“Abi, I am so glad you are okay.” Priscilla cried. All three of them were in one big hug, holding each other. It had been a long time coming and it had taken a lot out of everyone. Nina had lost money by having to close the club, but keeping it open would have put them all at risk. Now it was time to start getting back to normal.

For exceptionally selfish reasons, Adam felt both relieved that the killer was behind bars where he couldn’t hurt anyone and saddened that his time with Priscilla might be coming to a close. It was a terrible position to be in, but in the end he knew that as long as she and everyone else was alright, he would find a way to be happy.

The man in the black Honda sat down the street watching the scene unfold. How lucky for him that this idiot guy decided to try and kidnap someone that was being closely followed for her own safety. His plan was coming together even quicker than he thought it would. Not only quicker, but now he would have free reign to take things as he may. He could only wish that these murders would stick to this fool and he wouldn’t be released within the next seventy two hours. If they had nothing to connect him to any of it, they wouldn’t be able to hold him any longer than that. This he knew. Tonight he would watch and determine if Priscilla was going with Linston or staying at her place. He assumed that he would have to wait at least another night, especially having seen the looks shared between them earlier in the evening. That whore wasn’t going anywhere, money hungry bitch. His hatred for Priscilla Barnes grew every day. The others he had done away with almost calmly. This was going to be different. Very, very different. There wouldn’t be any calmness or peace for her. She was going to pay.

There was still an active crime scene and she knew that Nina and Abi were both fine, other than shaken up, so she decided that Adam and herself would go ahead and leave. Adam had left all of his guests unannounced and she felt bad, but she couldn’t make any sense of what Nina was trying to tell her. Saying their goodbyes the two set off back to Adam’s.

“Ms. Barnes, one more thing before you leave, I need to apologize on behalf of Det. Ward. I don’t know what he was thinking and we all have bad days. If I need you for anything I will give you a call. Rest a little easier tonight.” The detective said with a smile.

“No worries, I had let it go. Thanks, you try and get some rest also.” She replied in kind.

Beth Tony knew that this was going to be anything but a restful night. She had to go and interrogate this prick of a kid. Ward was on his way in, being out of town fishing to get rid of some of his stress. Hopefully he wouldn’t lose his cool with this guy. They had to nail him to the wall.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The mood on the ride home was much lighter than it had been on the way to Nina’s. They talked and laughed most of the way. As they were in the driveway, Adam looked at her, “When we get in, I’m going to jump in the shower. Meet me in bed.”

“Really, giving orders tonight are you?” She winked at him.

“To an extent, yes.” His eyes darkened.

“I’ll meet you. Go shower.” She told him as they walked up the front steps.

He turned the hot water on and let it run over him. The stress that was built up had done a number on him the last several days. He was constantly worried about Priscilla and hadn’t been able to breathe correctly since she found the note in the apartment. He needed a few minutes to gather his thoughts and allow his body to relax. Between the steam and the hot water itself, he would feel better in no time. “Not to mention what will be waiting for you when you get out.” He told himself with a smile.

Priscilla had made the conscious decision to surprise him. Since she was able to go home this would be her last night here on a permanent basis. She hoped that she would be back intermittently. Walking swiftly to the bookcase, she pushed the button to open the door. She couldn’t allow herself to think twice about her decision, there wasn’t much time and she had to work fast. Going into the second room they had explored, she went to work doing what she wanted to do. She found cuffs on the wall that fit her wrists and ankles snugly, but comfortably. Stripping down until she was naked, she went to work putting the cuffs on. It felt strange putting them on herself. “Hell it would feel strange putting them on at all. Don’t lie.” She chided herself. After she was sure they were in place correctly, she went back to the wall and found a collar. She wouldn’t wear a leash, but she would wear the collar showing him that she was his. Pulling her long hair up into a ponytail was the last thing she had to do. Picking up her cellphone, she got ready to send him a text.

“Do you want what is behind door number 2?” She hit send and then waited in the center of the room like she had witnessed the other girls do. She sat on her knees, her legs spread, hands upturned on her thighs, her head down and her eyes downcast to avoid eye contact unless he permitted it. She didn’t know how long she would have to wait, but didn’t think it would be too long. It had taken her awhile to get ready, so that cut off a bunch of time. She hoped he wouldn’t be upset with her.

As Adam walked out of the shower, he expected to find her in bed. When he didn’t see her, he wrapped a towel around his waist and set off to find her. Noticing the flashing light on of his phone, he picked it up and saw a text from her. “Why in the hell would she text me?” He thought. Swiping the screen to read it, his eyes widened. She was full of surprises. Taking his time to dry thoroughly, he picked up a pair of pajama pants and stepped into them. All he wanted to do was run to her, instead he was in no rush. She would be there.

When he finally made his way to the door he hesitated before opening it. As he opened the door fully to enter he couldn’t have been any more shocked to find what was waiting for him. There she was, on her knees, waiting. She didn’t flinch when the door opened and then closed, she didn’t flinch when he stepped in front of her. He had to turn away to wipe the single, silent tear that fell down his cheek at the love he felt for this woman. Turning back to her he spoke in a firm tone that she hadn’t heard in this context before. “You do not have to do this, you do understand that?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.” She replied.

“You are fully aware that in this room, I am in complete control? You will have a safe word and that would end everything in here tonight.” He asked.

“Yes, sir.” She replied again.

“Are you aware of how completely fucking happy you have just made me?” He asked her.

“I hope so, sir.” She replied.

“Is there anything that you do not want to do tonight?” He asked her in a softer voice.

“Yes sir, I do not want to be on a leash. Anything else I am yours to do what you will.” She replied.

He was finding it more difficult than it should have been to take a firm tone with her. She was brand new to this and he loved her. Those two things combined would probably get her the reduced version of the events that take place in this room.

“Before we do anything we need our safe word.” He told her.

Without hesitating, she said, “Nina.”

“If at any time you want to stop and can’t take anymore, use that word. Do not use it if it momentarily causes pain, remember, the pain will turn into pleasure. It won’t be anything severe, I promise you.” He said.

“Yes sir.” Came her reply.

“Okay, now that we are in agreement on that, I want you to stand up and look at me.” He told her a little firmer.

Doing immediately as she was told, she stood up and faced him, looking up into his eyes.

“Kiss me.” He ordered.

When she did, he stopped her after a few seconds by pulling away. “Turn away from me, I am going to blindfold you.”

When her back was to him he walked to a drawer that she somehow hadn’t seen and pulled out a black blindfold that would form against her cheeks to prevent any sight. As he went to put it on, he felt her give a big sigh. He didn’t stop. Making sure it was in place, he took her by the hand and led her to a table. She could feel it against the backs of her legs. Taking the cuff on her left wrist and pulling it up and out, she heard the click of the first lock. Her heart was pounding in her chest, from fear and from excitement. She heard the successive clicks of the locks on her opposite arm as well as on her ankles. Her legs were spread and she knew that she was his at this moment. This is when she knew that her soul was bared to him. She couldn’t fight, she couldn’t resist. All she could do was learn to enjoy.

She could hear his movements but could not determine what he was doing. That in itself caused an excitement that she had never experienced. She felt the feather touch the swell of her breast. Gliding slowly and lightly across her skin. It brought goosebumps to her flesh. The feather trailing painstakingly slowly over her. Never knowing where it was going to touch next. Random patterns drawn on her body, which had become his canvas. When he ran it along her rib cage a giggle escaped her lips. She quickly quieted it and he was glad she was blindfolded to not see his grin.

He was going to have to step it up a little if she was going to experience any of this tonight. All he wanted to do was take her right there. She had given freely of herself to do this for him, he wanted her to have nothing but pleasure.

Priscilla couldn’t resist the urge to arch her back against the feather. That’s when he knew that it was time to take it up a notch. Returning the feather to its place, he picked up the gentlest flogger that he had. Flicking his wrist lightly he allowed the strips to fall against her inner thigh. He was aware of the sting at first, but it almost instantly went away. Over and over he flicked the flogger against her skin. From her inner thighs he moved to the palms of her hands, lightly, ever so lightly. Her stomach followed and then her breasts. She inhaled sharply and let out a moan.

“Do you like that, Priscilla?” He asked her.

“Yes sir.” She replied.

Before she had spoken the words he had brought the flogger down against the milky white skin of her thighs, causing pinkish lines to form on her skin. She was struggling against the arm restraints and arching her back against the strokes. He stopped for a moment and allowed the thin pieces of leather to brush against her nipples. Watching them harden under the touch. When he felt she was ready, he allowed the flogger to hit between her legs at her most sensitive spot.

She cried out instantly, a brief pain followed by something that she had never experienced. A searing heat that was nothing but pleasure. Immediately after the first stroke, he flicked his wrist again in the same spot. One small thin leather strip making contact directly with her very center. She thought she was going to come unglued. Crying out again, this time from feeling like she was already almost to the point of no return. Her body was on fire and she thought her nerve endings were going to explode. Dropping the flogger, he stood between her legs and lowered his mouth to the folds of her skin. When his tongue found its way from the bottom to the top and circled around that swollen pearl, she couldn’t take it anymore. Or so she thought. As she was grinding her hips against his mouth, he could sense that she was getting close. That wasn’t happening yet. There were other things for her to explore and experience. He pulled away and allowed her body to begin to calm itself.

“Please sir, fuck me.” She half cried to him.

“Not yet, we aren’t done.” He replied. “Are you enjoying yourself, love?” He asked.

“Yes sir, but I’m not going to be able to last much longer without getting off. I am so close, my body is screaming.” She told him in earnest.

“I am going to undo your restraints. Do not get up until I tell you to. Understood?” He said sternly.

“Yes sir.” She said.

When he released first her wrists and then her legs, she began to move her wrists in small circles to relax them. She hadn’t realized how hard she had been pulling against them. She did the same with her ankles. After laying there for what seemed like an eternity he told her she could stand up. Taking her by the arm he helped her gain her balance after being restrained for so long. She was thankful for the help, her legs felt like the consistency of jelly.

Once she was steady on her feet he let go of her arm and reached to remove the blindfold. Again she found herself thankful, this time for the dim lighting in the room. Her eyes had trouble focusing for a minute.

Taking her hand he led her across the room. He instructed her to straddle the bench and place her knees on the pads to the sides. He walked in front of her, grasping her wrists and locked the cuffs together. When he let them go he had her lay her body forward and rest it on the bench. She was glad that it was well padded. After she was positioned the way he wanted her, he told her to slide herself back until her hips were clear of the bench. She did as she was told. He picked up both of her wrists and adeptly locked them to the clasp that was in front and slightly above her head. He locked both ankles into place and used padded Velcro straps just behind her knees to prevent movement of any kind.

In the same drawer where he had retrieved the blindfold, he came back with a wand style vibrator. Her eyes widened, she knew these were powerful and didn’t know how long she would be able to hold back. His actions puzzled her momentarily, he placed the wand in a stand that was between her legs at the end of the bench. She could feel it pressing against her. That’s when she knew. He walked back to the wall and picked up what looked to her like a ping pong paddle.

She thought to herself that at least when she was blindfolded she couldn’t see him getting things ready. Her heart was racing again and she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to keep going without using her safe word. Although in reality, he wasn’t hurting her. Yes, for a second, but the pleasure had built to where she was close to orgasm after only a short time.

The wand buzzed to life and she had to catch her breath. She tried to move away from it slightly. “If you move away Priscilla, I will have to bind your waist to the bench to stop you. Am I understood?” He admonished.

“Yes sir.” She said.

As she tried to fight the wand that was resting against her clit, she had to pull away. As soon as she did there was a sharp smack of the paddle on her bottom. She cried out and moved again. This time he held true to his word. He picked up the Velcro strap that hung from the side and strapped her tightly to the bench. Now the wand wasn’t moving anywhere and all she could do was try to wiggle as much as she could. It wasn’t even on high. Not another word was said and the second swat of the paddle smacked her ass. It was a definitive sting but she was highly aroused. What she couldn’t take was the vibrator against her. She was going to go over that edge soon whether she wanted to or not.

Four more swats followed in very quick succession. Two on each side. She was moaning and calling his name. Begging him to move the vibrator. He responded to her with four extra hard swats of the paddle. She was crying after the swats but she wasn’t fighting to get away. Now he would give her what she had wanted and what he couldn’t hold back any longer. Leaving the wand in place against all of her pleas, he rubbed himself against her. Her arousal evident.

“Yes, please sir.” She begged. Her entire body was one quivering mess of nerves set ablaze. She needed him and she needed the release.

Wrapping his hand in her ponytail he held her head back causing her to arch her back against the restraints. This pushed her tighter against the wand and more open to him. If they had made love all of the other nights, this was the polar opposite. This was raw need, down and dirty, fuck me sex. No longer able to form a basic sentence all she could do was call his name between moans. He rocked against her gently and in one thrust he entered her completely. She couldn’t move and she was trapped between his rock hard manhood and the vibrator. She thought she was going to go insane. When she felt his thumb move between the red cheeks of her ass, she came apart. She couldn’t help it, it was all she could do to breathe. Feeling her contract around him and listening to her sounds, he exploded deep inside. Completely spent, he reached for the power button of the vibrator and shut it off. Her body falling to the bench. He bent over her and rested his body on hers. When he could move, he freed her from all of the restraints. He knew she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up, so he picked her up and carried her to the small sofa.