Page 38 of Shadow

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her deeply.

“Come for me. Before someone catches us.”

He pocketed the knife and used his free hand to unbutton her pants and give him more room to move his fingers.

Then he thrust two fingers into her pussy and grazed her clit with his thumb. “It makes my cock hard to see the fear in your eyes.”

She did her best to muffle her cries as he finger-fucked her until she was on the edge of an orgasm.

“I still owe you more spanking. Do you think I should let you come?”

She nodded desperately. “Please, Daddy. I need it.”

“Oh, I know you need it, baby. That’s not what I asked.”

His thumb left her clit, and she whimpered again. “Daddy, please. I’m sorry I called you by your first name.”

He laughed wickedly in her ear. “That’s not what this is about. It’s about whether naughty girls who still have another spanking coming deserve orgasms.”

The stubborn side of her wanted to argue, beg, and plead. But she knew there was only one right answer in this situation. So, she opened her eyes and stared at him, hoping her voice sounded sincere. “I really want to come, but it’s up to you, Daddy.”

He kissed her again and thrust his fingers deeper. “Damn right, it’s up to me.”

The crunch of tires on gravel had him pulling his fingers free and rotating slightly, so he covered her from the view of the driver.

He licked his fingers then kissed her hard and fast.

“Button your jeans, baby girl. We have to stop by Peter’s office before we can go get ready for the club.”

She blinked and looked around, dazed, as she adjusted her pants and buttoned them. “Right. I forgot about that.”

She didn’t enjoy thinking about the fact that she was in some kind of danger. It was more fun to pretend she was just spending time with her previously absent boyfriend. A boyfriend who’d just pulled a knife on her and fingered her behind a bar. That was a perfectly normal relationship thing, right?

She bit her lip and stifled a laugh as they climbed into her truck and headed for Peter’s office. She considered asking him to get her off on the drive since they’d been interrupted but thought better of it considering she was still facing another round with his belt later. Every pothole and bump in the road that he hit during the trip had her squeezing her thighs together, searching for relief from the throbbing in her pussy.

The ache dulled a little when they arrived at their destination, where they looked at the stills from some blurry surveillance footage one of the techs had managed to get a hold of.

“I know it’s not much, but do you recognize anything about this person?” Savko asked.

Olivia squinted at the screen and tried to make out any details of the person’s face. But it was mostly in the shadows.

“This person looks small, so it’s definitely not Mario,” Ripley muttered.

Olivia laughed. He almost sounded disappointed that it wasn’t her ex-husband who tried to burn her bar down.

“Even if he is involved, do you really think someone of his celebrity would do his own dirty work?” Savko asked.

Olivia frowned. She didn’t want it to be Mario. It was beyond time to forget about him. And since she didn’t want them to keep talking about it, she handed the photo back to Savko. “I’m sorry. They don’t look familiar. It could be anyone. But Ripley’s right, they do look small. Maybe a woman?”

Ripley took the image and stared at it again. “I don’t know. Something doesn’t seem right. Where was this taken?”

Savko pulled up a map and circled the intersection. “About three blocks from the bar. But the timeframe is right to be our suspect.”

Ripley nodded. “Thanks for this. Any progress on the footage from Olivia’s house?”

Savko grimaced. “No. It’s the weirdest thing. I know Mr. Mercer would have activated the feeds, but we can’t find anything from them. He should be checking in soon and we’ll figure it out.”

Olivia frowned. She hadn’t heard yet that they didn’t have footage from her house.

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