Just like the beautiful woman.
Flicking and stuttering in my mind again.
I had to think of her as exactly what she was. A hostage. There was something she wasn’t telling me. I could feel it in my bones. And until she confessed, I wouldn’t go easy on her.
Even if from thoughts alone, my cock was already pushing against my zipper.
When he was close to being finished, I forced myself from the haze, walking through her house. I felt compelled to touch things, private things. The movie she had placed in a perfect square on her DVD player. The choice?The Holiday.Really? It wasn’t even Halloween, yet she was watching a Christmas movie.
At least I thought it was a Christmas movie. I honestly wasn’t certain.
Chuckling, I moved to her collection of books in a cheap but oversized bookcase, noticing a fine collection of romance novels. None of them with the pages folded down.
Then off to her collection of photographs. There were only a few in pristine, dusted frames. Pictures of New Orleans, most with Indiana as the main focus. What few included her seemed to be with a girlfriend. Certainly not a relative given her shocking pink hair and darker complexion.
What I found curious was that there wasn’t a single photograph of anyone I would consider family. In my mind, another red flag. Noted in the back of my mind, I moved on, heading to her bedroom.
As expected, another perfectly tidy space. I stood staring down at her bed, the fluffy pillows providing more than a few naughty images. Maybe I was getting too soft in my older age. As Alexander would tell me. Time to settle down.
Bullshit.
He could have the marriage and matching china for all I cared.
While spending time in her house, I knew it wasn’t a bad idea to grab a few of her things. Even that sounded like an extreme violation of her privacy. The stops and starts in my mind were already driving me crazy.
This had to get done. There was business to handle and all I was doing was wasting valuable time.
Thankfully, I found a large duffle bag in her closet and tossed it on the bed. That’s when I noticed I had an audience. Indianawas sitting on his haunches in the middle of the doorway. Not moving. Not making a sound. Just eyeing me as the intruder I was. If looks could kill…
“Don’t worry, buddy. You’re coming with me. I’m taking you to see your mom.” At least I got a tail wag for acknowledging his presence.
After I’d tossed a few things into her bag, including a dress I longed to see her wear then peel off with my teeth, I realized he’d inched closer without me hearing a thing. I almost tripped over him, he was so close.
“You’re like a Ninja, Indiana. Stop doing that.”
I’d be goddamned if he didn’t issue a low growl that could compete with any predatory animal in the wild.
After a full minute of experiencing the vibrations, I crouched down in front of him. It was time to make friends. “Okay, buddy. I know you have no clue if I’m a good guy or bad guy.”
A slight tail wag. The volume of the growl increasing.
“I’m not going to intentionally hurt your mom. You don’t need to worry.” Unless I was required to provide her with another round of punishment. Now that I would do. I flexed and fisted my hand, still managing to feel the heat in my fingers.
Goddamn, I’d loved seeing the warm flush on her rounded bottom. I’d adored hearing her soft moans. Not of pain, but of pleasure. She liked being manhandled, dominated by a powerful man.
Fuck. Envisioning her naked body wasn’t on the agenda.
“However, you’re going to need to bear with me. A change of scenery. Can you understand?”
He tilted his head and, in a breakthrough, offered me his paw. Maybe, just maybe he and I could be friends.
“You’re one handsome dude, Indiana Jones. And I love your name.” I took his paw, shaking it and in a burst of energy, he had me down on my back in a split second, dragging his big, sloppy tongue across my face. I don’t think I’d ever been licked by a dog. Certainly not so profusely.
Now his tail was doing helicopters, his entire huge body wiggling.
“Okay, buddy. I get it. I like you too.” It took me almost a minute to roll away from him, laughing in seeing how much dog fur I had all over my trousers. What the hell.
After managing to get to my feet, I remembered she needed underwear. Bras. Panties. A nightie. Another hesitation before pulling open a drawer.
