Stacy's Destiny (The Town of Pearl 2)

“I’ll get it, Max. Why don’t you go across to the diner and take an early lunch? Have something to eat, and then when you’re ready, you follow Stacy home then come back to the department,” Wyatt suggested.

“No problem. Come on, honey. Let’s get something to eat.

When Stacy entered the restaurant Francine’s, everyone said hello as usual, and Stacy excused herself to use the ladies’ room. Wyatt immediately called his brother Eric to inform him of the situation. He would meet Stacy back at her place then stay with her and paint. Neither one of them wanted to leave her alone.

* * * *

Barry paced his office. That bitch hung up on him. How dare she do that? When he got a hold of her, she would learn real quick who the boss was. He was already coming up with a plan. Once he located her, he could make the arrangements. Right now he needed to arrange his work schedule to be able to leave at a moment’s notice. In his position, that shouldn’t be hard at all. Maybe Stacy would call him back once she listened to his messages. She knew he was in charge. He explained some of the things he would do to her and what would happen if she didn’t call him back. He smiled to himself as he looked out the window at the city skyscrapers. He wasn’t liking New York so much anymore. With thoughts of Stacy came thoughts of the islands. He would take her away, somewhere far, far away from New York, from the United States, and from any interruptions by the stupid authorities and his crazy wife. Stacy was everything that Evelyn wasn’t. Stacy was gorgeous, sexy, and sophisticated. Why couldn’t she have just allowed him his way to begin with? Her stubbornness would be fun to break. It wouldn’t be easy, but he liked a good fight. He knew how he would restrain her. He would handcuff her to their bed, the bed that he would make love to her over and over again in.

Her body was a work of art. He wouldn’t want to scar it in any way, but he was prepared to train her to obey his every command. He closed his eyes as thoughts of Stacy filled his mind. His dick was hard since the phone call a few minutes ago. Damn, he wished he knew where she was right now. He would find her, grab her wrists, throw her down on her bed or against a wall, wherever she was, and punish her. He remembered the feel of her big breasts in his hands. They spilled over his palms and fingers no matter how hard he grabbed them attempting to cup the entire breast. She screamed, but he knew it was just an act. Even the way she dressed so conservatively for work was just an act. She would be his submissive little woman.

His cock grew harder and to the point of being unbearable. He locked his door to his office sat down in the chair behind his desk and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock from confinement and stroked it slowly. He wanted to fant

asize about Stacy. He could practically smell her unique perfume. It was never pungent or overwhelming. It was sweet and light just like her. He imagined her in one of those knee-length pencil skirts she wore to work. There was a short slip in the back that fell level to the back of her knees. He’d grab her by her hair, shove her shoulders and breasts to his desk, then rip the material of her skirt straight up the middle. She wore thong panties, he was certain of that. He never noticed panty lines on her ass in any skirt or dress pants she wore. The globes of her ass were perfectly round. For such a tiny thing, she sure did have a nice, plump ass. As his fingers dug in to spread her cheeks, he knew he wouldn’t feel bone. He hated a boney ass.

Barry stroked his cock faster just imagining his Stacy in such a submissive position. He’d spank her for being recalcitrant. Then he’d spread her wide as he leaned his body over hers and whispered in her ear. You’re mine. You belong to me. I own this ass and every inch of you, including your soul. Then he’d plunge inside her pussy from behind and fuck her hard and fast. Barry pumped his fingers faster over his shaft. The pre-cum began to lubricate his fingers. He felt himself losing control of his breath. He panted then reclaimed his composure. He couldn’t allow her to have any control of him. He would be her master, her one and only lover ever. He saw her face in his mind. Her cheek was pressed against the papers on his desk, her mouth open, moaning for him to fuck her harder and thrust faster. His balls slammed against her cheeks, echoing across the room. He held a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back toward him, making her scream her orgasm while she proclaimed her love for him. He exploded inside of her, filling her with his seed and possessing her in every way. They were bound now. They were one for all eternity.

The sound of the intercom interrupted his fantasy as Barry jumped forward in his seat. He ejaculated all over his hands and his desk. “Fuck!”

He reached for some tissues and quickly cleaned himself up then pressed the buzzer. His stupid, ugly secretary better have had a good reason for interrupting him. He hated the bitch, but his father-in-law liked her a lot. Susie was annoying and all prim and proper. Barry’s wife Evelyn had made sure that Barry got the ugliest secretary in the company.

“What is it?” he yelled into the intercom.

“Mrs. Weiner is here, sir. We tried your door, but it’s locked,” Susie stated, and he grinded his teeth as he cursed his stupid wife and her spontaneous visits to the office. The bitch knew he wasn’t faithful. She had to. Soon he wouldn’t have to worry about her. If Evelyn kept spying on him, she would wind up dead just like the others. Once Barry found Stacy, it wouldn’t matter anyway. He zipped up his pants and rechecked the desk. Everything looked in order and the afterglow of his release was shorter than he would have liked.

“Send her in, Susie,” he stated as he pressed the button to the intercom. Then he walked over and unlocked the door. Hopefully the private investigator would find Stacy in the next few days. Then he could begin his new life with his new wife and put Evelyn and the others behind him.

* * * *

Stacy stood on the front porch as Max told Eric what had happened. Immediately Eric pulled Stacy into his arms and held her tight. She tried to say that she was fine and attempted to pull away, but Eric wouldn’t allow it, just like Max hadn’t earlier in town.

She had allowed her fear and upset to show in front of them, and it seemed to encourage their overprotectiveness and possessiveness of her. As good as it felt to be held by them, it was only temporary. She wasn’t stupid. She needed time to think this through and rationalize what the heck was happening to her life. She couldn’t understand why it seemed that Barry had become obsessed with her. That was exactly how he sounded on the phone. He was obsessed and under the illusion that she would be his lover and that he would possess her. As she thought about her time at Mercer, she knew that she had never initiated any flirting or show of interest toward Barry. He, however, thought otherwise. She couldn’t listen to any more messages he left of his descriptions of what he planned to do to her. It was disgusting, and she wondered if the investigators from New York could arrest him for saying such disgusting things.

“Baby, why don’t we go inside and relax. Max has to head back to work,” Eric stated as he took her hands and brought her knuckles to his lips before kissing them.

“You don’t have to stay. I’m fine really. I overreacted back in town. I’ve been on edge for weeks now and should really be having some sort of nervous breakdown soon, so it’s best if you two both leave. Plus, I have a lot to do inside,” she stated, trying to pull away from him. Eric frowned, and she swallowed hard.

“I’m not leaving you, so cut the tough girl act out,” he stated then looked at Max.

“Call me if you hear anything.”

“I will,” Max replied then kissed Stacy on the cheek as he caressed her back.

“Let Eric take care of you. I’ll feel better knowing that one of us is with you at all times.”

“I don’t need for either of you to be here. Really I am fine,” she replied, and Max gave her a stern expression. She could tell that he was clenching his teeth as the muscles in his cheeks vibrated. She lowered her eyes, and Eric released his hold of her so Max could obviously address her comment. Max took her hand and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her up against his chest. She felt his gear wedge up against her midsection and the thick metal buckle from his police belt. She knew he carried a gun in his holster on his right along with handcuffs and other things. She had to admit to herself that she was turned on by his law enforcement position and superiority. But that didn’t mean she would take orders from him and be bossed around. No matter how sexy the deputy was.

Max’s other hand moved from her hand and wrist, up her arm to her cheek. He tilted her head up toward him and held her chin firmly. “I admire your courage and I respect your desire to act tough and feel the need to handle things yourself, honey, but this situation was taken to another level today. This guy’s threats will not be taken likely, and they will not go uninvestigated. I’m headed to the department to see what the sheriff has come up with. I’ll take care of getting a new phone number for you. I’ve got a friend in Turbank that works for a phone store. He’ll take care of this, and you’ll have a new number in a few days. In the meantime, let Eric stay here with you. You’re not alone in this situation. You’ve got us,” he stated just as Eric placed his hands on her shoulders. She jumped, her nerves a little on edge still, and Eric massaged her shoulders then leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. Max leaned closer a second later and kissed her softly on the lips. He was thorough in his kiss, and she felt his hand caress her body and cup her breast in the palm of his hand. She was lost in the sensation of how good it felt to be touched by them, whether one of them or both of them together.

Eric placed his hands on her hip bones and thrust his cock at the crevice of her ass. She reached a hand back and placed it over one of Eric’s hands that gripped her hip bone. With her other hand, she reached up to caress Max’s cheek as he continued to explore her mouth. Eric thrust against her again just as Max rolled her nipple between his two fingers then pulled. She went weak in their arms, but they caught her as Max released her lips and Eric kissed her shoulder and neck then nibbled.

“Damn, honey, I wish I didn’t have to go back to work right now. But I know I’ll see you later on. I’ll bring supper from Francine’s. Then tomorrow night you’ll give us a preview of your cooking skills at our place. Eric will bring you over to acquaint you with everyone and show you the kitchen. I can’t wait to taste your cooking and then taste you for dessert.” He cupped her pussy over the jeans she wore and ran his thumb across the upper part of her mound. Despite the layer of material, she was aroused and wet for him.

“But I haven’t accepted that job cooking for you and your cousins yet,” she whispered, amazed at how sexy her voice sounded even to her own ears. It came out sounding like a tease instead of a turndown.

Eric turned her toward him and cupped her ass cheek with one hand and her face with the other. “Oh, you’ll be coming tomorrow, and you’ll be coming tonight. Oh hell…you’ll be coming in two minutes,” Eric stated then he lifted her up, threw her over his shoulder, and headed inside the cottage. Max laughed as he yelled something as Eric closed the door. He headed straight to her bedroom.

“Eric, put me down! What are you doing?” she demanded to know, but damn, was she so turned on right now. She never would have thought such a barbaric action would drench her pussy.