Chapter 29 DISCOVERIES
I ran my finger along her lips, silencing her, then moved my hand upwards, massaging the side of her thighs, squeezing and scratching gently. I stopped inches away from her eager entrance, tracing my thumb around it without direct contact. Elisabeth shuddered, pushing her body back.
“Do not move!” I looked at her fiercely, pressing our lips together, biting and sucking without deepening the kiss. “Touches are more than just foreplay, Mrs. Lis; they free the mind, creating daring ideas for the release of pleasure... Your character was touched like this...”
I pressed my thumb against her clitoris, stimulating it with circular and downward movements. Lis bit her lip, gripping the side of the chair and containing her moans.
“Mrs. Lis, I've told you not to suppress your delightful reactions...” I ran my tongue over her slightly parted lips, surprising her as I penetrated with a finger. “I think I'll create a rule; you are forbidden to wear pants in my presence. I like to feel you so free.”
“Mr. Patrik...” Elisabeth moaned, a slight sweat forming on her flushed face, making me smile. “We cannot continue with this.”
“With this, miss?” I widened my provocative smile, brushing my lips against hers. “I feel you so wet and warm...”
I whispered, sinking a second finger into her intimacy. Lis grabbed my shoulders, squeezing tightly. I played with entering and withdrawing while continuing the massage on her clitoris. She subtly moved her hips. I distributed soft kisses on her cheeks and lips without engaging our tongues, but she parted her lips invitingly. I gave her a gentle kiss, teasing her.
“Mr. Patrik...” Elisabeth whispered, pulling my nape and deepening the kiss, invading my mouth with her delicious tongue.
Every moment with her was a pleasure, and my delight was in seeing Elisabeth surrender to her desires and needs. Her intimacy contracted around my fingers, increasing my excitement with each moment.
“So tight...” I whispered, still on her lips, returning the kiss. “Raise your hips!”
I ordered, making her stop.
“Raise?” She arched her eyebrows and smiled.
“Obey!” I kept my tone firm, bringing my legs closer together so she could support her feet.
Like a good apprentice, Elisabeth lifted her hips, resting her feet on my legs and holding onto my shoulders. I deepened my fingers into her intimacy, intensifying the thrusts and the massage.
“Now I want you to grind on my fingers!” I whispered in her ear. “As if you were on top of my cock, show me how you would do it if you could enjoy my erection!”
Moaning, Lis closed her eyes, surrendering to pleasure. She threw her head back, moving her hips slowly over my fingers in a seductive and provocative sitting motion, following the rhythm dictated by my thrusts. Her moans became more intense and pleasurable, and just seeing her so surrendered made my erection pulse, almost explode inside my dress pants.
“Elisabeth, so wet, so tight... I feel your soft walls… Keep going...”I whispered in her ear, biting the tip and moving to her neck, inhaling her wonderful scent. She was close to climax, and I smiled, knowing that the teasing would inflame this delicious and irresistible woman even more.
I removed my fingers, watching her protest. Trembling and breathless, her body tensed. As she opened her eyes, she looked at me seriously, furrowing her brow and pouting adorably.
“I don't think it's fair for your protagonist to enjoy so many of the pleasures offered to her while the male character remains at her mercy, wishing to know her more daring side.” I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking them slowly, while Lis licked her lips, moistening them. “Perhaps it was time for your character to show what's on her mind, to reveal some of her desires!”
Teasing her, I stood up, adjusting my pants, which revealed my erection. Elisabeth stopped her gaze at the bulge, biting her lips, and I would give anything to hear her thoughts.
“Mrs. Elisabeth, finish your coffee and don't be late, as you said yourself.” I lowered my head to whisper in her ear. “We need to focus on the contract.”
I stood up and left, leaving her standing still. I went straight to the office and looked at my phone, where a message from Greg requested that I open the private email we had received. Photos, medical reports, and X-rays were attached, accompanied by contradictory accounts.
I picked up the phone and called my security, also a trusted friend.
“Greg, what is all this?” I looked at the partially open door and got up to close it.
“It's Mrs. Elisabeth Lis's past, sir.” He hesitated. “It seems she suffered physical abuse, with a broken arm, fractured ribs, and surgery to control pelvic bleeding.”
“WHO DID THIS?” I squeezed the device tightly and pounded the table with anger. “WHO WAS THE DAMNED ONE WHO HURT HER? AND HOW DIDN'T WE KNOW ABOUT THIS BEFORE?”
“Well, sir, there's a gap in the whole story. Mrs. Elisabeth's recent history simply doesn't exist, as if someone had erased her past.”Greg explained. “I only got this information from a friend at the CIA who hacked the system in a wide scan, collecting data and fragments, even if deleted. Some were encoded, like the medical report.”
“Why so much effort to erase what happened to her? Elisabeth is an extremely intelligent woman, but I doubt she would do something like this to cover up for someone who was hurting her so badly!” I pondered. “Have you found out who was responsible for her injuries?”
The reason for her constant fear was starting to become clear. Someone was hurting and stalking her, torturing her in various ways, as indicated by the medical report. She had to be medicated to calm down, as she suffered from persecution syndrome, shouting that she needed to be protected—something that, apparently, was not done!
“Mr. Patrik, are you listening to me?” Greg's voice brought me back to reality.
“Sorry, repeat what you were saying...” I sighed into the phone.
“I said the perpetrator was never revealed. She never filed a direct complaint against the aggressor. I talked to Elisabeth's grandmother. I don't know if the information coming from a lady with Alzheimer's is reliable, but she said her granddaughter was going to marry a very powerful man.” Greg paused. “Mrs. Eva made it clear that she didn't like her granddaughter's fiancé, she said. Lis tried to hide it, but she knew he hurt and frightened her. He was sick with jealousy and possessiveness.”
“Damn it, we need to find out who this man is and if he still poses a threat to Mrs. Lis!” I exclaimed breathlessly over the phone, feeling the sweat building up on my forehead again. I opened the drawer, took the pills, and swallowed them all at once. “Is there any connection between Elisabeth and Heloise?”
“None, they don't know each other, but we don't know if your secretary's former fiancé knew your ex. Until we find out his identity, we'll have this gap. And, Sir, everything indicates that Elisabeth ran away with her grandmother, existing only for 5 years in Seattle.” He explained.
“The time she's been working for me...” I sighed. “Maybe she felt safe, or the aggressor gave up on her!”
“Maybe. I'll continue with my investigations... And Patrik?” When Greg called me by my first name, I knew his next words were a scolding from a concerned friend. “If this man is still hunting her, we can't pick this fight. Your time is limited, we can't have distractions. Maybe we should look for another candidate to...”
“NO!” I shouted angrily, quickly composing myself. “If this guy is still chasing her, we'll deal with him like we do with our enemies, understood?”
I heard him sigh on the other end of the line.
“You're getting too involved; this is dangerous and will be very painful for her.” My friend whispered.