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You couldn’t stay away, could you?
But now, she’d gotten an email with no words, just a video of herself at the hotel where they had checked in. But it wasn’t her. It was Isaiah.
Shoving her earbuds into her ears and keeping a close eye on the guys as they finished up her Jeep, she hit play. Isaiah was wearing a simple, but tight wrap dress, he was barefoot as he left a vending machine, and he moved along a dark corridor. The video moved closer and closer menacingly, too close for comfort, and she panicked at what she was about to see. But the stalker’s advance stopped when a dark shadow moved through an open door, and slammed Isaiah face first into the wall. Bailey gasped, standing up from the bench where she was watching, but she didn’t tear her eyes away from the video playing on her phone. Instead of fighting back, Isaiah glanced around furtively, the shadows dissipating from behind him. He looked pinned in place, unmoving until they both heard the commands given.
“Hands behind your back.”
Isaiah followed orders, responding immediately. No attempt at an escape. He didn’t even fight back. Before he’d even finished placing his hands behind his back, another order was given.
“Spread your legs.”
He shuffled his legs apart, the stretchy length of the dress riding high on his ass.
“More. Show me what I want. What punishment you deserve.”
Without hesitation, his legs widened again, and this time, he used his hands to slide the dress up his ass cheeks, exposing the teal sliver of thong underwear.
“You’ve been naughty. Caught you talking to some other girls, inviting them to your room. Is that allowed?”
Isaiah didn’t speak, and the disembodied voice was low and smooth as they asked questions and gave orders.
“Bend over. Show me where you want my tongue.”
Keeping his head against the wall, he moved backward, bending over just enough so she could see everything. When Cass moved into the frame slowly from the other direction, Bailey sighed in relief, a drastic weight lifting off her chest. But like an impending car wreck, she couldn’t look away when Cass pressed her front to Isaiah’s back, running her hands alongside the front of Isaiah before cupping his breast.
“Who’s meeting you in our room in the middle of the night?” She rolled his nipple between her fingers as he answered, licking his lips in anticipation.
“No one important. Just someone I met at brunch. That’s all. No harm, no foul.”
“Is that against our rules?” He gasped at the abrupt slap on his ass.
There was a long moment before he answered hoarsely. “Yes. I was just being nice—”
“You need to be punished. Don’t move.” Another slap, then she dropped to her knees, burying her face in his pussy from behind, aggressively tongue fucking him without hesitation. Never missing a beat, and landing smack after smack until his cheeks were red with Cass’s handprint, she then massaged the red splash of color. His moans gained intensity, until suddenly, Cass stood, turning Isaiah to face her, and pressing her leather clad body against his. When her hand slipped up to wrap around his throat, they disappeared in a puff of her black shadow mist.
“You’re slipping.”
Her stalker’s voice overlayed the now empty hallway, and was distinctly different than Cass’s, a deeper, growl accompanying it.
He was close. He was on the tour. And coming for her. For Isaiah. Shit. She felt a little nauseous, unsure of when the video was actually taken—could have been right then, but most likely last night with the darkness that had shrouded the hallway. Immediately, she shot off separate texts to Keoni, then Cassand Isaiah. She wanted to make sure they knew he was close, knew he was watching them. This was confirmation he’d left the Aisling area, and confirmation he believed Isaiah was her. She was careful with her wording to Keoni, making sure to not give specifics of the video. Cass would be pissed that she was being watched by anyone without noticing, but even more annoyed if Keoni knew her business.
After she considered what all that meant, she relaxed slightly, realizing he was gone from here, that it wouldn’t be long before he made his move and they caught him. She smiled to herself a little as well, and maybe enjoyed Isaiah’s special torture a little too much at the same time. All anyone needed to know was that she was still getting emails, and he was nearby. This was what she wanted, and all she could do was wait and hope he made a move soon. She knew one thing, Cass would super fry him when she got a hold of him.
Pulled back to reality by the sound of a car motor, she realized Lana was pulling up. Jumping out of the car, Lana waved away her driver, then joined her at the table, a smile of excitement on her face.
“Did I miss training today? I’ve rushed through all my work this week, so I could hang out with you today and tomorrow.”
“Nope. Gonna do another session this afternoon. Just waiting on tweedle-dee and tweedle-denser to get my soft top on.”
“Why didn’t you do this yourself? Or help us in the first place? Save us an hour of stress?” Zhair’s annoyance was obvious as he joined them, and she smirked.
Goddess, these two younger boys were slow to catch on. Zhair stood there with his hands on his hips, frowning at her while Braulio wiped sweat off his forehead.
“How old are you two again?”
“Nineteen.”
Braulio looked confused. “Eighteen.”
