Mr. Hayes looked genuinely shocked by her accusations. He turned away slowly and roared the engine to life. He shifted into drive and guided the car out of the hotel’s parking lot, his brows furrowed as he considered her words. She let him think.
Finally, he asked, "Why? Why would Tice use Gordon? What does he want?"
"I don’t know. I don’t think that even Gordon did,” Tracy replied. She put her hand back on Mr. Hayes' leg and let out a silent sigh of relief when he didn't pull away again. “Gordon didn’t plan on becoming a part of all this. He was just a tool."
"Tool or not, Tice is a dangerous man.” Mr. Hayes shifted the car into a higher gear, his hands light on the steering wheel as he drove. “He has a lot of power and money. Influence. This information is concerning.”
What could she possibly say to that? She sighed and looked out the window. Everything seemed like a blur, a giant smudge.
“I want to tell you exactly what happened up there,” she said after a moment. “I want you to know everything.”
Mr. Hayes glanced over at her, the streetlamps catching his eyes. “Okay.”
She proceeded to tell him how Gordon offered her a drink at his place, and how she had gone with him to find out his secret. She told him just how she tied Gordon up. She told him where Gordon touched her and what she had allowed, hating the way his jaw tightened. But she told him all of it. The phone number, the slap- all of it. She didn't want there to be any secrets.
They rode in silence for the fifteen minutes it took to get back to the Hayes estate after that. By then, it was almost four in the morning and all the inside lights were dark. Tracy had to feel her way through the foyer and up the stairs. The whole way, Mr. Hayes stayed close behind her with his hand placed lovingly on the small of her back.
Once inside the massive bedroom, Tracy kicked her shoes off blindly into the darkness. Mr. Hayes went into the bathroom and flicked on a small light, flooding the room with a soft, yellow glow. He watched her carefully as she stripped off her dress and cast it aside almost angrily.
"So how did you find out about him?" he asked. His face was masked in shadow.
Tracy froze. She couldn’t tell him about her dreams, about the visions of Gordon's crescent-shaped scar that broke everything wide open. And, yet, she hadn’t considered what she would say when confronted.
"I'm not really sure," she said honestly. "There just was something that wasn’t right, so I went and found out what. Something about him recently was off. I just had a feeling I couldn't trust him."
Mr. Hayes raised his eyebrows.
“Plus, he started hitting on me. Asking me to come to his place without you. I couldn't let that stand,” she added. “I'm yours and I want to stay that way.”
Mr. Hayes seemed to reluctantly accept her answer. Tracy walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He whispered to her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she said breathlessly. “Scared. Concerned. But, okay.”
Mr. Hayes pushed her toward the bed, planting gentle kisses against the side of her neck. The mounting tension of the night immediately took her over, creating an all new hunger for him that she never knew existed.
Tracy immediately wrapped her legs around him, pressing her body against him with an eager groan. He felt right against her, like no one else ever had. She felt like a missing piece of herself was in place when he was with her.
"I love you," he sighed onto her neck.
"I love you, too," she said. The words came easily and without her even realizing that she had said them. Yet, she meant it. Truly and completely.
He paused for only a moment before kissing her gently.
"Now, why don’t you make love to me?" she asked, peering up at him. He laughed a knowing chuckle and threw her onto the bed. She flipped over and pulled her knees up under her, elevating her round ass to him. Mr. Hayes to yank her panties down, then slapped her ass with a loud pop.
Tracy sucked the air through her teeth and wiggled her rear at him, begging for more. After everything that she had been through, the shocking sting was the only thing that could bring her back down to earth.
Mr. Hayes spanked her again, this time hard enough to make her yelp. Her body instinctively lurched forward and fell back toward him, where she was met by another brutal whip.
He continued his assault, beating each side in turn until two bright red circles were left behind. When he was satisfied with his work, he wedged his hands between Tracy’s thighs and pushed them apart.
"Mr. Hayes," she cried out. Every fiber of her being vibrated with unfulfilled need. “I want you now!”
He pulled back, frantically fumbling with his belt and pants. Tracy rolled onto her back and looked up at him, watching his every move. She looked on as he stripped off every article of clothing in a manner of seconds. Even then, she wished she could help him move faster.
There was a hungry desperation there that Tracy could easily recognize. It matched her own.