Page 83 of Shadow

“So... what now?”

Ripley stood and tugged her up with him. “Now we go to the bedroom. I owe you an orgasm or five after your performance in the kitchen.”

He smirked at the way her face lit up. There wasn’t a person he could think of who didn’t enjoy an orgasm, but Olivia lived for them. And even though they had literally soaked a couch cushion less than eight hours ago, she was ready for more. It made orgasm denial and control a particularly evil kink to explore with her.

Because she wanted to please him, that he was sure of. But she also wanted to come, and the struggle was fun to watch.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom, baby girl,” Ripley said when they were halfway down the hall.

“Where are you going, Daddy?”

He winked. “Go to the bedroom and wait like a good girl.”

She let go of his hand and made her way through their bedroom door. He hoped when they got to leave this place, they could still share a bedroom. Even though he hadn’t been back home for all that long, he was ready to move in with her. To marry her. Do all the things he’d been forced to put on hold because of his job.

In the kitchen, he grabbed what he needed and took the time to drink a glass of water, just to make her wait a little longer.

After several minutes, he headed for the bedroom, whistling as he did. The scene that greeted him when he opened the door stopped him in his tracks.

“Liv? What’s wrong?” He dropped the supplies he’d gathered on the dresser inside the door and rushed to the bed where she sat in the middle of it, trembling.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again. “What happened?”

She blinked and looked at him as if she had only now realized he was there.

“Do you have the photos we looked at the other night?”

“From Peter’s office?”

She nodded.

“Not here with me, but I can get them. Why?”

“She left early that night. Told everyone she was sick. But the next day at Liv’s Place she was fine.”

It took him a minute to realize she was referring to Fiona and the night of the fire. He sat next to her and took both her hands in his.

“And you want to look at the picture’s again to see if it could be her?”

She nodded again, a terrified look in her eyes.

“Baby, come here. This is good information. But don’t let it freak you out.”

“How can I not be freaked out, Ripley? It’s terrifying.”

“I know, but if this means we have some proof that she’s involved, it means putting an end to this madness a lot sooner than I anticipated. I’m going to step out and make a phone call. Go take a bath and try to relax.”

He kissed her forehead and stood.

When she didn’t move, he folded his arms across his chest and stared down at her with a stern expression. “I gave you instructions, Olivia. Go. When I get back, I want to see you relaxed in the tub.”

“I don’t need a bath. I’m fine.”

“Olivia, you have two options here. You can go relax like I asked, and I’ll make you come when I get back, or you can be a stubborn brat and I can spank you instead. Now I need to go handle this. You make your choice, and I’ll be back in a half hour or less.”

He left the room without another word and pulled out his phone.

“Peter, I know you just left, but can I get you to do me a huge favor?”

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