Chapter 24 Darren's POV

Fucking hell!” 

The words left her mouth in a breathless whisper as I brought the whip down on her swollen buds. She was chained to the bed, clad in a sexy cop uniform. She should be completely naked, but I didn't have the patience to wait for her to undress before punishing her. 

I stared at Heather's body, lust clouding over half my senses. No matter how much I taste her, no matter how long I remained buried inside of her, I just couldn't get enough. 

“That's not counting. This is punishment for disobeying me and you should count, not moan. We'll start again.” I cautioned with a smirk on my face, using the whip on her clit again. 

“Yes–” she managed to let out, biting down on her lower lips. Juices dripped from her pussy, the sight making me harder than I already was. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, master.” 

A satisfied smile stretched on my lips as I raised my hand. The whip hit her thigh again, the sound resonating through the room. She tried to close her legs, but the cuffs binding her legs pulled themback. 

“One.” 

Circling the tip of the whip on her bud, I raised it and whipped her again.

“Two.”

Her chest heaved, her hips pushing forward in anticipation. I loved every bit of her reaction, she was just the right submissive for me. 

“Naughty, little whore. You want more, don't you? Is that why you fucked Kyle without my permission?” 

She wringled in the cuffs, trying to get herself in a position that would cool the sexual heat blazing inside of her. 

“I'm sorry.” 

Drawing the tip of the whip up her down her juice coated pussy, I trailed it up and down her thighs before raising it and whipping her again. 

“Three….. please—”

I knew exactly what she was pleading for and I might just be a stroke away from coating the sheets with my cum. Unable to hold back, my hand moved and I threw the whip to the floor and uncuffed her legs. 

In a swift move, I raised her thighs, turning her around to stay on all fours. Her juices glistened in the light, dripping down her legs and in a perfect view for me to see. 

I spanked her, earning another yelp from her. Positioning properly at her entrance, I thrusted forward, burying the whole of my length into her. 

“Oh God..” she let out a soft moan as her pussy walls stretched to accommodate my size. A groan racked through my chest at the ecstatic feeling of how warm she felt. 

My hands rested on her waist as I began to move in and out of her. Her soft moans mixed with my groans filled the room as we were both lost in the pleasure. 

Harder, faster and precise was how I went, rolling my hips to meet my wants until I got tired from fucking her from behind. I pulled out and she whined from the loss of contact. Turning her around, I lifted the bars that separated her cuffed hands behind my head and placed her two legs on my shoulders. I lifted her and drove into her in one quick move. 

“Shit…” 

I whispered into her neck at the pleasure and began thrusting again. After seconds of keeping that position, the muscles on my lower abdomen tightened as I grew harder inside of her. I was at the edge and almost over when a loud bang forced my eyes open. 

I blinked rapidly as I took in the state of my surroundings. I was back in my room, in my sweatpant and my hand wrapped around my very hard dick. 

“Fuck.. it was a dream.

A part of my pants looked wet and I needed no soothsayer to tell me it was cum. My head turned to my side and the sight of my bedside lamp laying on the floor was what met me. 

That was the cause of the bang. I must've moved too much while sleeping. My eyes grazed the alarm clock and it was just a few minutes past 9 in the morning.

I released my hand from my hardened dick as I ran my hand through my hair. A heavy breath escaped my lungs through my mouth as I closed my eyes. 

“Heather, what the fuck are you doing to me?”

She was everywhere, in my dream and my thoughts. It doesn't help she's distracting me with all the issues I have unsolved. Heather should be the last thing I should be thinking about, but which man could remain sane after tasting the heaven that laid between her legs? 

Frustration boiled in my blood and I kicked away the cover in equal helplessness. I had plans of staying in all day, but I couldn't, not like this. If my problems didn't kill me, then I could swear Heather will. 

Just as I was about to get out of bed, my phone began to vibrate off the table. I stretched for it and gripped my fingers around it, grabbing it. 

My eyebrows dipped into a frown as I stared at the screen. The contact was unsaved. My fingers slid over the screen and I answered the call. 

“Hello?” I called into the phone, but it was met with silence. 

“Hello??” 

But it was still silent. I pulled the phone away from my ear to check maybe the call had been disconnected without my knowledge, but it wasn't. The person on the other end was just silent.

“Hello?” I called again, and when I got no response, I ended the call. Whoever the stupid prank called is, they just added to my list of frustration for the morning. 

“Heading out?” Kyle's voice rang through my ears the moment I stepped out of the house. 

“I need to get some work done.” 

“I thought you didn't have any plans of leaving the house today?” 

“Yeah, change of plans.” 

He nodded his head and turned away. I got into my car and zoomed out. 

My fingers pressed down on the button to wind down the windows of my car. I needed the feel of fresh air, it always made me feel better. On days like this, I missed the pack, going for a run would've chased away this depressive feeling. 

I drove into the parking lot of my company, minutes after I left the house. I felt a bit better, but far from the kind of better I wanted. At the sight of my vehicle, some of the workers in the company straightened out, and it was obvious they were surprised to see me. 

“Maybe I should start from the ground floor.” I muttered quietly to myself. If they weren't expecting me, it would give room to catch some slackers. 

I turned off the engine of the car and headed towards the elevator. The elevator dinger, signalling I had arrived at my destination. The doors slid open and a beautiful sight met me. 

The floor was a buzz of employees, some moving around with files in hand, others typing away on their computer as they sipped from what I was sure were cups of coffee. But on the far left corner of the space were two employees, two females, hands all over themselves. 

A slight gasp sounded in my ears and the room that was buzzing with different chatters went silent. They had their eyes on me for a brief second before they took their gaze back to their computers. 

Some tried to clear out things that didn't fit into a professional setting that was laid out on the table while others went back to their work, but I didn't care about that, my gaze was fixed on the two that had turned my company into a hotel. 

“I don't remember this place being a hotel..” I started, approaching the two women. 

Their gazes were fixed to the floor as they fidgeted in their shoes. 

“Sir– we– uhm–”

“It's not what it looks like.” The brunette amongst the two women quickly said, interrupting the other one. My eyebrows raised in disbelief and if they weren't human I would've done something drastic. 

“I didn't just see you two feeling up each other just now.” 

“No–I– I was trying to get a file from her.” 

“The guts you have to still lie to my face despite catching you in the act.” 

The anger in my tone was very evident as I tried my best to hold back the urge to raise my voice. 

“I'm giving you the liberty to leave with dignity. Turn in your resignation letters before the end of the day. I don't need people like you at my establishment.” 

They opened their mouths probably to throw in pleads, but I didn't give them the chance to do so as I turned around and walked away. This time, heading straight to my office. 

And so I drowned myself in work. I didn't know how much time had gone until I took my gaze off my computer to stare at the wall clock. 

“Shit! 10:45? How come I didn't realize so much time had gone?” I muttered in surprise and rested my back against the chair. I let out a breath, moving my neck to the sides to relieve it of cramps. 

I stayed like that for a few minutes before I rounded up for the day and arranged my things. The building was completely empty, save for the security guards. 

I walked into the empty parking lot, the sound of my heels clicking against the floor reverberating through the space until I got to my car. I reached for the door handle, key in hand, when a flicker of movement caught my eye.

Instinct kicked in. I stepped back just as a figure lunged out from the shadows. Something metallic glinted on their knuckles–a brass knuckle. My heart jolted, adrenaline rushing through my veins as I shifted in my heel, barely dodging the hit.

“Shit!” I hissed, stumbling back as their knuckles collided with my glass windows. The hooded figure straightened, their face completely covered.

They didn’t waste a second before coming at me again, their knuckles aiming for my guts. I sidestepped, grabbing their wrist mid-swing. My grip was tight, fueled by fear and anger.

I twisted their wrist sharply, forcing them to unfist their knuckles. Before I could think, they threw a punch with the other hand. It landed squarely on my jaw, sending me reeling back. Pain shot through my face, but I held my ground.

“Who the hell are you?” I demanded, my voice rough, but they didn’t answer.

I stood up, closing the distance between us. My hands grabbed the edges of their hood, yanking it down in a desperate bid to see the bastard hiding underneath the hood. For a split second, the light caught their face.

A woman.

Even with the light, I couldn't really describe her full features, only the fact that this person was a female and familiar. For a moment, I froze—not out of hesitation but out of shock. 

She used my hesitation to her advantage, twisting free of my grip and shoving me hard. I stumbled back, my balance faltering just enough for her to run

“Hey, stop!” I shouted, but she didn’t.

Instead, she darted into the shadows, her movements, almost quicker than my gaze could follow. I wanted to go after her, but I was not quick enough. I tried to make sense of what just happened and then recognition dawned on me. 

“No fucking way…” 

I dashed for my car and drove out of the parking lot like a mad man. I got home quicker than I should, searching for Kyle. 

“Why do you look disturbed?” He said in alarm, looking behind me to see if I was being chased. But before I gave myself the chance to catch my breath, the words slipped out of my mouth. 

“Sabrina is back.”