Broken Toy [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (27 page)

Somehow, he constantly managed to raise the bar with her, taking her places she never dreamed existed before.

He lifted his head again. “Of course I’ll be happy to train you to get wet when I call you my good girl, sweetheart. It’ll be my pleasure.” He nudged her cheek, making her turn her head to the side so he could nip her earlobe. “I’m going to train you to do a lot of things for me and only me. Things you’ve never done for anyone else before, things you’ll only
ever
do for me. I’m going to own your body and soul, sweetheart. I’m going to prove to you how much I love you and how good it can be. And I’m going to take very good care of you for as long as you’ll let me. Do you want that?”

It was hard to think, much less talk with the way he was fucking her with the vibrator. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re going to be my good girl, and my beautiful toy. And I promise I will always take good care of you. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“They even told me sometimes it’s possible to condition someone to come just from a command. I’m going to see if that’s possible. Would you like that?”

She’d swear to anything, do anything, be anything to keep him happy and to make sure this never ended.

“Yes, Sir.” Hell, even her toes were curling and uncurling, and that had never happened to her before.

“First, we’re going to work on the easiest one. I’m going to make sure that every time I call you my good girl, you get wet. Then, I’m going to condition you so that every time I caress your back that it makes you so horny you can’t see straight. We’re going to work on training you to come on command for me. I want to get so deep into your head and heart that anytime you even think about us in bed, you’ll want to beg me to fuck you. I’m going to show you how beautiful and perfect you are. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He suddenly pulled the vibrator out and shut it off, making her gasp. Her hips still flexed involuntarily, looking for that sweet release.

He sat up. She knew she was lost, his smile already twisting her around his heart and soul.

And yes, his cock was hard, rigid, standing straight out. He knelt between her legs, grabbing her behind the knees and pulling them up, spreading her thighs wide open for him. She felt him rub the head of his cock between her wet pussy lips. “Ask me.”

“Please, fuck me, Sir.”

He slowly shook his head. “No. That’s not how you ask.”

Her mind raced, struggling to figure out what he wanted. He finally helped her out. “The proper way to ask is, ‘Sir, please fuck your good girl.’”

“Sir, please fuck your good girl!”

He slammed home, hard and deep and making her cry out in pleasure when his pubic bone hit her swollen, sensitive clit. He reached up and slid his arms under hers, grabbing her wrists, completely pinning her in place. “Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Such a very,
very
good girl.”

He slowly fucked her, taking his time, obviously enjoying teasing and torturing her. “From now on, whenever I tell you to ask for a fucking, that is how you ask for it. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“No matter what it takes, no matter how long it takes, I’m going to prove to you how much I love you, and how good it can be between us. I know you need time, and I’m not asking for anything from you right now other than for you to trust me and stay faithful to me. There will be nobody in my life but you, either. Nothing else for now, not marriage, not making you move or quit or anything. But you will be mine, and I will be yours, until you’re ready to tell me you want more than that. As long as it takes. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I love you, too.” A little panic eased, fear she hadn’t realized still lay nestled amongst everything else. Faithful to him? Nothing else expected or required? That she could do.

That she
would
do.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Please fuck your good girl, Sir.”

He picked up the pace, hard and fast and deep as a smile filled his face. “My pleasure, sweetheart,” he grunted.

She felt it start, the sweet tingle, not as intense as from the vibrator, but there and growing with every thrust, every time his cock filled her cunt.

“Is my good girl going to come for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He didn’t stop, waiting until he felt her cunt contracting around his cock and she let out a cry of her own to pound into her. Hot, hard, silken steel driving her orgasm and keeping it rolling through her until he finally sank into her one last time and fell still with a moan of his own.

“Did you come?” he gasped.

“Yes, Sir.”

He kissed her. “Such a very good girl.”

As the new year rolled over, their relationship continued. It sucked spending days apart at a time, but most weekends they managed to get together, taking turns commuting to each other’s places.

She had never imagined things could go so well, but they were. They even got to spend extra nights together during the trial phases of the cases, when she had to be present to give her testimony. Then she would stay with Bill, both of them losing their dark thoughts about the crimes they were prosecuting in the comfort of each other’s arms.

Or the delicious discomfort of him tying her up before forcing her to come repeatedly, begging him to fuck her brains out between her moans of pleasure.

And Travis hadn’t forgotten about her time off, either, much to her surprise. “You still owe me a few days of vacation, you know.”

“I know.” She’d actually taken a few here and there to spend with Bill, usually a Friday, to give them a three-day weekend.

By February, all the special task force cases were handled either via trial or plea deal, leaving her with the major thorn in her side—Martinez.

Back in Miami, Gabe struggled at work with the Jorge Martinez case. He would go to prison for life, no doubt, despite his attorneys’ best attempts to get him off and discredit witnesses, when they weren’t stalling the proceedings with what she considered bullshit tactics.

But she wanted more.

She wanted the asshole backing the operation. The whole thing could easily be wrapped up if she could just get her hands on the money guy. Gabe knew the arrests of Martinez and his cohorts would be a temporary distraction to whoever was behind this. It would only be a matter of time before the money man found someone else to take over and the cycle would start up again.

And again.

And again.

She kvetched about it to Bill via a Skype session with him one night. “I’ve turned over every freaking rock I can find to get a name for this guy. Short of kidnapping one of Martinez’s attorneys and chopping his toes off one by one, I don’t know what else to do.”

“Well, sweetheart, that’s illegal for starters.” He smirked. “But I like your outside-the-box thinking.”

“Then give me an idea. I’m open to any suggestions.”

“Time to lean on that guy. The one you clobbered.”

She laughed. “Jorge Martinez. Hey, he claims he clobbered himself.”

“Sure he did. And I’m Pope Francis.”

“You said chopping off toes is frowned upon.”

“Yeah, of course it is.” He grinned, making her wish she could crawl through the screen and join him right then. “For you.”

“Well, technically it’s illegal for anyone to do.”

“True. You know where he’s being held? The facility, I mean.”

“Yeah. Isolation. Protective custody.”

“So go pay him a visit.”

“He won’t talk to me. And someone hired him lawyers. Good ones.”

“Probably his backer. Listen to me, sweetheart.” His tone made her pussy as well as her heart flutter. “You know where he’s being held. You know a lot of people in Miami law enforcement, do you not?”

“Yeah?”

“Find out about some of his neighbors inside. Maybe someone in there either serving time or waiting for his court date. Someone who doesn’t take lightly to child rapists.”

She thought about it. “Yeah, but he’s still in isolation.”

Bill shrugged. “Ask the state attorney’s office if they mind him getting moved. Overcrowding, you know. I’m sure there’s got to be at least one guy badder than him who needs to be in isolation, who’s been stuck in a hospital ward or something somewhere. All I’m saying is you need to ask around.”

“I love you.”

He smiled. “Love you, too, sweetheart. Keep me posted.”

“Will do.”

* * * *

The next morning, she’d already made several phone calls before heading into the office. And she had a name.

That afternoon, she ran a couple of errands, talked to a few more people, and had made arrangements to speak early the next morning with one Da’ron Calder, forty-two and serving a nine-month sentence for battery against a guy accused by a neighbor girl of molesting her.

The extenuating circumstances of the case allowed the public defender to get the case pled down to a misdemeanor. It wasn’t Calder’s first brush with the law, but nobody disputed his vigilante justice wasn’t justified.

When he was brought into the secure interview room, she’d asked a guard to stay with them.

And the video monitor had been disconnected.

The large black man stared at her as he sat at the table, shackle chains rattling. “Who are you?”

She got straight to the point. She unrolled the three pieces of paper, placed them on the table, and slid them across to him. She’d already received permission to give them to him.

His eyes narrowed a little, but that was the only reaction he allowed before looking up at her. “What is this shit?”

“Lawanda drew them for you,” Gabe softly said, treading lightly. “And I’d like to show you something.” She pulled her personal cell from her pocket, thumbed through to the videos, and hit play before holding it up so he could see it.

On the screen, he watched his little daughter and long-time girlfriend waving at him. They said hi and said a few things to him. By the time the five-minute video finished, a tear was rolling down his cheek.

He gruffly wiped it away as she took her phone back.

“What do you want? I’m no snitch.”

“I just want you to listen.”

“What?”

“Listen. That’s all.” She nodded to the guard, who opened the door.

Gabe stood. Calder looked up at her. “What are you talking about?”

She walked around the table to the doorway. “I didn’t say anything.” The guard stood there, holding the door open for her. Another guard came in and helped Calder to his feet.

“Don’t forget your pictures, man,” the guard softly told him.

“I can take them?”

“Yeah. She cleared it.”

The man tenderly rolled up the papers and held them in his large hands as if they were fragile, Fabergé eggs.

Her background check had shown Calder wasn’t a violent man normally, despite his gang involvement.

But he had connections.

Lots
of connections.

And he was a devoted father.

They brought Calder to a stop in the corridor as two more guards were leading Jorge Martinez into the interview cell area.

Gabe broadly smiled. “There’s the man of the hour,” she said a little too loudly.

Martinez glared when he spotted her. “I told you, lady, I ain’t talkin’. Talk to my lawyer.”

She waved down his objections. “Yeah, yeah, I know. No
hablo
and all that bullshit. Listen, how is my favorite baby rapist doing today?”

His eyes widened. “Fuck you! I didn’t rape no babies!”

“No, sorry. That’s right, you just raped several little girls.”

Now Martinez was paying attention to Calder, who stood just a few feet behind Gabe.

“Fuck you, lady!” Martinez yelled. “Hey, take me back to my cell.”

Gabe snapped her fingers. “Oh, that’s right, you haven’t heard yet. We’re moving you out of isolation and into general population. They’re moving your shit right now.”

“What?”

“Well, you were whining to your attorney about lockdown, so I talked to the state attorney’s office. They approved your move into general.”

She looked over her shoulder and spotted the hatred on Calder’s face, directed at Martinez. Returning her attention to Martinez, she grinned. “You’re going to be sharing a cell block with Calder here, as a matter of fact. Just a couple of cells down, from what I understand. Even better, you get a roomie.”

Now Martinez struggled against his guards, trying to back away from her and Calder. “No! Fuck you, you’re insane! I want my attorney!”

“And people in hell want ice water, asshole. Hell, I want the name of the money guy behind your operation, but I guess none of us are getting what we want today, are we?”

“You…you’re fucking crazy! You’re trying to get me killed!”

She feigned hurt innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You bitched about lockdown, I got you general. There’s just no pleasing a guy whose distinct pubic mole was identified by no less than six of the little girls he raped and pimped out, is there?”