Consume Me (Devoured Club Series) (13 page)

Mac placed the photos back into the envelope
, and looked up at me. “He or she, but probably he, is using primarily a long range lens. But some of the shots are close up. He sits and waits for her, patiently waiting to take his shot. Obviously, he has been tracking her and studying her for a while. He knows where she goes when she’s not at work, and knows her schedule. I wouldn’t be surprised if it is someone that she knows.”

I nod
ded in agreement. “What do we do? Emma’s a smart person, she would have realized if someone was following her, watching her.”

Devlin turn
ed to me from the laptop he was entering information into. “She’s going to need to have security with her. We can have Mac and Cole watch her from a far, so as to not rock the boat with the stalker. Mac will scout out the area in Quincy Market, based on the photos, and see if we can pin-point where the stalker might be watching her from. He and Cole will blend in and watch her while she is there. I can assign another man to follow her.”

“No. I will bring her to work and home from the bakery. Mac or Cole will be with her if I cannot. I don’t want anyone else watching her. Understood?”

“Understood. Now we have the photos, I need the key to the bakery so that we can install the cameras. I am going to install some around her brownstone as well. The stalker has absolute access to her; we need to minimize any opportunity he can have. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” I watched as he and his entourage packed up the laptops and equipment. “Let’s catch this son of a bitch. Here is the key to the bakery.
” I handed him Emma’s keys that I still had from earlier. “Oh, can one of the guys grab my bike?”

“Yeah
, we will. Now go take care of your girl.” Devlin hit my shoulder, and proceeded to leave the condo.

I walked back into the living room
, and saw Lucas sitting on the love seat opposite the girls, who were chatting. “What are you two discussing?” I asked as I took a seat next to Lucas and looked at them.

“Nothing too much. Emma asked if I wanted to go out with her, her friend and her sister
, Friday night. I was just accepting,” Chloe said, as if nothing was wrong with that idea.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now
,” I said, looking at Emma.

“And why not? I planned it already with Nikki and Ally. I am going. I haven’t been the best sister or friend lately.” Emma sat up straight and stared at me.

“You have a stalker taking photos of you everywhere you go. Don’t you think you should be concerned?” I said back sternly. I didn’t want to have this argument in front of Lucas and Chloe.

“No, I don’t think it’s a concern.
Wouldn’t he have done something by now?”

I was losing my patience
. “Emma, you are silly to think you’re not in danger. Stalkers wait, they watch, until they have the right opportunity. Then they strike. So, it’s a concern. We’ll talk about it later.”

Lucas stood and motioned
to Chloe. “We are going to head out. I’ll see you tomorrow at the club, Emma?” He turned his attention to her.

“Yes?”
Emma responded.

“Listen to him
. Your safety is the first concern. I’m sure we can figure something out with Friday.” Lucas waited for her response.

“Yes, sir.” The submissive part of her came through, not that it was a stretch with the way Lucas demanded the respect. Emma stood up from the couch and hugged Chloe
. “Thank you for the talk. I appreciate what you said.”

“No worries. We are all family around here. I’ll call you tomorrow about Friday.” Chloe hugged her back
. Lucas placed his hand on Chloe’s back and guided her toward the kitchen. I walked them out, and quickly made my way back to Emma, who was now staring out the large glass window into the harbor.

*****

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked as I made my way to her back, encircling my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.

“It looks so peaceful from up here.” Her head tilted back onto my chest.

“One of the reasons that I bought the place was for the view.” I brought my face down next to hers. “I’m sorry,” I whispered against the skin of her cheek, placing a light kiss on it.

“For what?”
she asked without breaking her look away from the window.

“For being over protective. For yelling at you in front of Lucas and Chloe.” I began to kiss a path down her neck to her collar bone, hoping to break through the wall she ha
d put up again.

“It’s okay. I understand, but I still think we need to talk about certain things.” She moved her head to the side, allowing me more access to her beautiful neck.

“Can we talk later? I have another idea for now.” I ran my hands up her abdomen and then up the sides of her arms and back down again. Even though we’d had sex less than a couple of hours ago, my body was ready for more.
For her
. I couldn’t get enough.

“And what is that idea?” she asked as she moaned.

“For me to know, and you to find out.” I answered back, drawing her shirt over her head.

I dropped my head so that my lips were once again on her neck, kissing, licking and nibbling a path down her shoulder. My hands began rubbing up and down her abdomen, over the lace that held her breasts. I slid my hands up to her shoulders, hooking her bra straps and pulling them down over her arms. I quickly unclasp
ed her bra and flung it behind me, freeing her round mounds. My hands moved to them, taking one in each hand. Kneading, squeezing, and pulling on her nipples. Besides her ass, her breasts were my favorite part of her body. I coerced her nipples between my fingers to the tight peaks that I enjoy, making them grow hard and erect as I placed kisses up and down her neck, sending a chill up her spine, as she jumped against me.

My hands made their way south to the band of her jeans, unbuttoning them with one quick flick. I moved my hands into the sides of her pants, rubbing her ass and upper thighs, closing in on the area
around her sex, teasing her. Emma’s hands had fallen to my thighs, gripping the material of my jeans. I slid her jeans over her hips and down her legs. Moving my way back up to her sex, I paused slightly lower than the apex, waiting for the anticipation of my touch to make her wetter than I knew she already was. Her body responded to my touch so well. I never had to wonder about her being aroused. I felt my dick harden against her ass as I fought to control my need. Her ass, in response to the twitching of my dick, rubbed across it, sending a shock of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck, Emma. I can’t wait to have you beneath me again, but first…” I press
ed her body against the window, spreading her legs wide as I positioned myself behind her again, my lips on her neck, my fingers grazing the top of her labia, teasing, softly moving up and down over the slit.

“Marcus…” she moan
ed into my neck.

I slid my fingers through the slit, pulling her wetness up toward her piercing.
God, do I love that piercing.
I flicked it, playing with it just right so it hit the top of her already engorged clit.

“You are always so wet for me.” I slid my fingers up and down the length of her pussy, flicking her clit as I came up, pushing my fingers inside her as I moved down. Her grip on my pants
became tighter as her body shook against mine. I pulled my fingers from her cunt, and felt the disappointment in her body. I grabbed her hands and placed them on the window in front of us. “Don’t move them.”

I open
ed her legs wider and dropped down to my knees. My hands gripped her ankles and moved them about a shoulder’s width apart. I bent her at her waist, giving me perfect access to her sex. I moved my hands up her legs, rubbing her thighs as I got closer to her core. Placing my fingers over her clit, I rubbed at the sensitive mound feverishly, as my tongue found its way into her opening, fucking her cunt. I licked and sucked her lips, and plunged my tongue back inside her. I felt her body tightening, her muscles contracting, as the storm brewed inside of her.

“Let it go
, Emma. Give it to me.” I said as I licked her cunt, moving my thumb rapidly against her clit, hitting her piercing in the process. A few more licks, and I felt her body stiffen, her breathing stop, as she exploded over my tongue. “Good girl.”

I
stood and lowered my pants, rolling a condom over my length. Gripping her hips, I thrust inside of her hot, wet, tight pussy. The warmth of her surrounding my cock was almost too much to take. I slowed my movements, deliberately pulling out until my tip was at the opening, then slowly pushed back in, taking her as deep as I could. Her ass was presented nicely for me, as her tits swayed back and forth. I moved my hands back up to her chest and caressed the mounds, twisting her nipples. She gasped as I alternated between the two.

“That’s right. I know you like it.”

“Yes, sir. I do.” Her hands slid down the glass as I continued to squeeze her flesh and move slowly in and out of her. I attempted to control myself; watching her pressed up against the window, naked for anyone to see, had me more aroused than usual. I moved my attention back to her clit, pulling at it while I flicked the piercing back and forth with my finger. Emma’s breathing was quick, and her body was blotchy from her arousal. I rubbed her clit between my fingers, and heard her call my name. I sped up my thrusts, pounding into her from behind, until I found my release, and blew my load deep inside of her. I pulled her to the floor with me. “Let’s take a shower and get cleaned up again.” I kissed her deep, exploring her mouth with mine again, before standing and pulling her back up with me.

“Sounds good
, sir.”

C
hapter 20-Emma

We lay in Marcus’s bed naked after the shower our bodies intertwined, the aroma of sex and Marcus still lingering on the sheets. I didn’t mind too much. It felt nice to be surrounded by his smell, by him. My mind drifted back and forth to the events of earlier tonight. Part of me was elated that Marcus had seemed to pull back from the professionalism angle, and I was proud of the fact that I hadn’t shied away, like I normally did. The other part of me was conflicted with anger and fear. I apparently had a stalker, one that had been able to take photos of me pretty much everywhere I went. The thought was unsettling. Why me? What was so great about me?

“What are you thinking about?” Marcus’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I was curled into his side with my back against his chest, his arm around my neck and the other lazily rubbing my stomach.

“Just about today.” I answered. There were so many questions that needed to be answered, needed to be asked. But was this the right time?

“What about today specifically?”

“You and me. What happened at the bakery, and where we stand; the stalker; Nikki and Ally.” I turned to face him. “Can I ask a question?”

His fingers stroked my
cheek. “Of course. Ask anything.”

I swallowed
, hoping that, given time, my courage would build up. “What did happen between us today? Besides the obvious. For weeks, you’ve been trying to remain professional and keep your distance. Then tonight, that all changed. Why?”

His hands left my face and moved down my arms
. “I gave up trying to stay away.”

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at him
. “I don’t understand. Why would you want to stay away?”

I waited for him to answer. Anything would be better than the silence currently cloaking the room, cloaking us.

“I have a tendency to hurt those that I care about, Emma. I didn’t want to hurt you. I still don’t. But there’s something about you that I just can’t stay away from.” I looked into his eyes and could tell he was being honest. Marcus wore his emotions in his eyes.

“Tell me about her.”

“Who?”

“The girl you hurt so bad that you haven’t ventured into any other committed relationships
, or, hell, relationships at all.”

“Only if you tell me why you lied on your application? You tell me your story, I’ll tell you mine.”

I pondered the idea for a moment. It was a reasonable request. I wasn’t all that ashamed about my past, mostly it just sucked.

“Deal. You go first.” I moved closer to him, placing my head on his chest,
tracing the outline of his muscles and the tattoo over his abdomen with my fingers. What I originally thought was just a sleeve turned out to be a complete tattoo down both the front and back of his left side. A Celtic design of some sort.

He placed a quick kiss
on my forehead, and wrapped his arm around me again. “Her name was April. She was that last woman that I ever thought about committing myself to. I met her during my sophomore year of college, just as I was starting in this lifestyle. She was innocent, but fun to be around. As I delved deeper and deeper into the lifestyle, I pushed her further and further away. I tried to leave it behind, but I enjoyed the control, the need to be dominant. I thought that, as long as I had her, I didn’t need this. But I was wrong.”

He paused and I waited, still tracing his tattoo with my fingers.

“I pushed and pulled her back and forth, until, finally, she agreed to be part of this world with me. Long story short, I pushed too hard, was too controlling. She eventually left me, and ended up committing suicide about a year later. I still haven’t been able to completely forgive myself for breaking her down. She never said anything.” His voice trailed off, and I could tell that he was upset. Hell, I would have been.

“You didn’t kill her.”

“Yes, I did. I pushed her too far. I broke her spirit. I took away everything that she was, in order to fulfill my selfish needs. From that point on, I made it a point to not get involved. Not to hurt anyone else. But that changed when you walked in to the club that first day. I needed to know you, I couldn’t stay away.” His hands stopped stroking me, and moved their way up my back to pull me closer. “You’re turn.”

I took a breath in. My story
wasn’t half as bad as Marcus thought his to be.

“Mine isn’t that bad compared. My love life
, let’s say, wasn’t always the best. The one serious relationship I had was during college, and the guy turned out to be a complete prick. Most of the time, the men I chose, those bad boy types, ended up being selfish assholes. I was always the one to pleasure and not be pleasured, so to say. My sex life wasn’t overly satisfying. I decided to take control one night, and bring a little kink into the bedroom. Colin, the ass I was with, played along for a while. I took control, I called the shots, until one night, I didn’t. He had tied me to my bed, and left. I was gagged and bound, helpless. I called out to him with no response. About an hour later, I heard him come through the door with friends. Needless to say, my fear of public nudity stems from that experience. He humiliated me in front of his friends, guys that I knew. Taunting my likes, my desires. He stripped me naked, and let his friends have their way. Grabbing me, fingering me, teasing me. I cried for him to stop, but the asshole never did, until Nikki came barreling through the door and kicked them all out. It wasn’t a pretty time.”

“What happened to the asshole?”
Marcus asked with a sharper sound to his voice. I heard him grinding his teeth as he stroked my hair.

“I left him. I moved in with Nikki
, and finished my last year of culinary school. After that, I moved back home for a year, and then to Boston. Since then, I’ve always been in control. I get what I need, and I leave. No relationships here, either. My trust is hard to give to anyone.” I stopped to let him respond, ponder, whatever.

“Yet, you walked in to a BDSM club looking to be a submissive. That takes giving control and trust to the next level.” He moved so that he could look into my eyes. “You are a natural submissive. You are familiar with protocol, with scenes, how so?”

“When I realized what I truly wanted, needed, I did a lot of research. I had to make sure that this was truly what I wanted. I talked to other submissives; I read everything I could. I thought the program could help me with my trust issues. Then I met you, and I knew immediately. There was something about you, Marcus, that I instantly trusted. I can’t explain it, because, hell, I can’t explain it to myself, but it’s there.”

“What is it that you want, Emma?” It was a simple question, but one that I didn’t have a simple answer to.

“I want to be loved. I want my desires taken care of without me thinking about them. I want to know that I please someone so much that I don’t have to worry about masturbating afterward to get off. I want to be connected to someone as if they can read my mind, anticipate my needs. I’m sorry, Marcus, it isn’t a simple answer.”

“Not much is black and white.”

“Where does that leave us?” I asked, afraid of the answer. I hoped that this would continue, even though I’d spent weeks wondering if it should.

“It leaves us exactly where we are, together in my bed. I was serious with you
, Emma. I’m not going anywhere. You make me want things that I haven’t wanted in a very long time. You make me want to be a better person, to try to be the man you are worthy of.” His eyes were filled with remorse, truth and pain, and I knew he was telling the truth. Thinking about it, Marcus had never once lied to me. And that felt good.

“I’m not going anywhere either
,” I said as I placed a kiss on his lips. “Let’s get some sleep. We have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow at the shop.”

“Let me guess…Nikki?”

“You got it. Hopefully we get there before she does, or all hell will break loose.” I heard Marcus chuckle. He’d had his run in with her. And now I had a lot of explaining to do to her, and to Ally. Tomorrow would be my come clean moment, but it was to protect them; to protect all of us.

“Good night, my love.”

“Good night, Marcus.”

******

I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon. I looked at the clock and saw that it was just after 6 a.m.
Jesus Christ, what the hell was he thinking?
I stumbled out of his monstrosity of a bed and made my way towards the kitchen, which was open against the wall opposite the fabulous glass windows of the living room. I hadn’t really noticed the kitchen last night, what with everything that was going on. The floor was a gray slate. The back wall was filled with the stainless steel range, and double ovens. The back splash was accented with black tile set to resemble a brick pattern. In the middle of the area was a gray island, inset with two sinks and a great work area, finished off with a breakfast bar lined with three bar stools. The small wall adjacent to the back wall was lined with matching gray cabinetry. Recessed lighting, accented by a gold light fixture over the island, completed the decor.

“I didn’t know you cooked
,” I said as I took a seat on one of the stools.

“I’m Italian. My mother wouldn’t
have had it any other way,” he replied as he finished removing the bacon from the pan. He slid me a mug of coffee. “Cream and sugar are right there next to you.”

“Thank you. By the way, why are we up so freaking early?” I added the
cream and sugar to my coffee, and looked back at him as he moved the plate of bacon and eggs toward me.

“We need to get you back to your apartment to change
, and get to the store before you are supposed to open. Devlin is there already, installing the cameras and security system.”

I grunted back at him
. “You realize we open at 7:30? How am I going to shower and get changed and back down to the store by then?”

“You better get your ass moving then.” He looked at me
, then turned to grab two travel mugs from his cabinet. He poured our coffees into them. “There’s one problem solved. Let’s go.” He motioned toward the door.
There’s that dominant side again. God knows I love it though.

“Fine
, boss man.” I stuck out my tongue as I passed him, only to receive a quick swat on my ass.

“Don’t you know it
?”

*****

An hour later, we were pulling up to the back entrance of my bakery, with a black Suburban parked outside already.
Must be Devlin.
We walked through the back entrance, and I placed my stuff into my office and headed toward the sales area to catch up with Devlin, who was already speaking with Marcus.

“So boss, where have you placed
the cameras so that they will not be intrusive?” I was still not completely on board with the idea of the shop being watched, but, deep down, I knew that it was the best thing in order to try to catch the stalker.

“Take a look around, Emma. Let me know if you think you could find them?” Devlin looked at me
, and then moved his hands in the air to signal that I should look around. He was right; I couldn’t see them immediately, as I had feared.

I looked back at him
. “So where did you hide them?”

He smiled and looked at Marcus
, and then back at me. “We installed small cameras throughout the shop and the bakery area, in order to monitor the main areas that we need; primarily the seating area and the doorway, as well as the counter in the shop, and the rear entrance.” He paused and looked at me again. “I made sure that your customers will not notice the cameras. This is for your safety, Emma. We believe the stalker comes in here quite often, and we need to make sure.”

“What if he hasn’t been in yet?”

“If he hasn’t been in yet, he will be.” Devlin was serious about that, so I knew that it probably was true. Stalkers eventually want to confront their victims.

“Okay.” I looked at Marcus
. “Now to tell Nikki and Ally.” Marcus came over and put his hands on my shoulders, rubbing my arms.

“It will be okay
,” he said, placing a kiss on my head. And with that said, Nikki barreled through the back door, with Ally in tow. I had sent them both a text last night to meet me at the shop early to go over a few things.

“Whoa, what is going on here? And who are the hotties?” Nikki
had never had a filter on her mouth the entire time that we had known each other.

“Nikki Martin! Please watch your mouth
,” I ordered as she came to a stop. She looked at me, looked at Marcus holding me, and then at Devlin, before returning to me.

“Em, everything okay?”
Her voice was now full of concern.

“Not really. Let’s sit and I will explain everything.” I looked at her and then
at Ally. We moved to one of the tables at the front of the shop. Marcus sat next to me, and Nikki and Ally were across from me. I looked hesitantly at Marcus, and took a deep breath.