“You know what I think about all day?” he said against my lips. “This pussy. Sitting in meetings thinking about this pussy. Reading contracts thinking about how wet you get for me. I had a conference call this morning and I was hard the entire time because you sent me that picture of you in the shower.”
“That picture was for motivation.”
“It motivated something alright.” He thrust harder and I cried out. “Let me hear you, Peach. Ain’t nobody up here but us.”
I wasn’t quiet. Not with him fucking me on his desk with his tie hanging loose and his sleeves rolled up and his dick stretching my pussy open with every stroke. I was loud and I didn’t care because we were the only two people on this floor. The desk slammed against the wall with every thrust and I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer and let him hear exactly what he was doing to me. “Whose pussy is this?” he asked, his voice low and rough against my ear.
“Yours.”
“Whose desk are you getting fucked on?”
“Yours.”
“Whose woman are you?”
“Yours, Quest. I’m yours.”
“Then come for me. Right now. On this desk. Let me feel it.”
I came so hard my legs locked around his waist and my whole body shook and I screamed into his palm and felt mypussy clenching around his dick in waves that wouldn’t stop. He groaned and buried himself deep and came inside me with his face in my neck and his arms wrapped around my back and his whole body shuddering against mine.
We stayed like that for a minute. Him still inside me, both of us breathing hard, papers everywhere, the desk shifted about six inches from where it started. His reading glasses were on the floor. I started laughing.
“Your desk looks like a crime scene,” I said.
“Worth it.” He pulled back and looked at me and kissed my forehead. “Now. What did you need to tell me?”
I pulled my tank top straight and sat on the edge of his wrecked desk and looked at him while he buckled his belt.
“I have a former client who’s been harassing me,” I said. “He was a dungeon client. He came to me a few times before I shut everything down. And since I ended the business, he’s been sending me money on CashApp, texting me from different numbers, and he won’t stop. I’ve blocked him multiple times and he keeps finding new ways to reach me.”
Quest leaned against the windowsill and crossed his arms. His face hadn’t changed yet but I could see him shifting into the other mode, the one where he stopped being my man and started being the man who handled problems.
“What’s his name?” he asked.
“Mateo Rios.”
The calm left his face. His arms uncrossed and his jaw tightened and he looked at me with an expression that told me he knew exactly who I was talking about.
“Mateo Rios,” he repeated.
“You know him?”
“Yeah. I know him. He’s been using my trucks to move cocaine for five years. I just cut ties with him.” He was quiet for a second. “He was your client?”
“He booked sessions at the dungeon. But he wasn’t submitting. He was studying me. Learning my real name, my routines, how I operated. He was different from every other client I ever had. He didn’t break. He absorbed everything and walked out the same way he walked in and it scared me.”
“How long has he been contacting you?”
“Since before the kidnapping. But it got worse after. He’s been sending thousands of dollars through CashApp that I keep declining. Today he texted me from a new number. He said patient men always get what they want.”
Quest stood by that window and I watched him process Mateo Rios through a lens he hadn’t had five minutes ago. This wasn’t just a stalker. This was a man connected to a cartel family who had been inside Quest’s trucks for years and inside his woman’s dungeon and was now making threats that connected both of those worlds.
“I’ll handle it,” he said. “You did the right thing telling me. Don’t respond to him again. Whatever number he texts from, screenshot it and send it to me.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“I’m mad at him. You should’ve told me sooner but I get why you didn’t.” He walked over and put his hand on my face. “You’re not Dame CoCo anymore. That life is done. And anybody who can’t accept that is gonna have a conversation with me that they won’t enjoy.”
