The Madame (The Chloe Chronicals) Read online

  She murmurs a little in her sleep but then turns over to face me. Her lips are slightly puckered and her eyelashes flutter while she sleeps. She looks like a fucking angel and I need to take a picture of her.

  By bending my hand backwards, I slide my phone out from underneath me and enter my pin. Once it’s open and ready for me to take a picture, I take a couple. I can’t stop because there is no telling when I’m going to be able to see her like this again.

  Peaceful. Happy. Blissed.

  Right when my finger hits the button again, she opens her eyes and looks at me all squinty-eyed. “Hey, sweetness.”

  “Hey, creep creep,” her voice is hazy from sleeping.

  I chuckle and wrap an arm around her waist. I drop my phone behind her body and tug her closer to me. “You look so innocent while you sleep.”

  She burrows her face into my chest and takes a deep breath. “I was having a good dream.”

  Since I know this woman as well as I do, I know that this is the time to find out what she’s thinking. Her guard is down and there is no telling when that is going to happen again. “What was it about?”

  “You were in it… and we were at dinner. We got caught in the rain and we had sex under a pier.”

  My dick’s awake.

  “Let’s do it.”

  She burrows deeper into me and I wrap her tighter. “We can’t. We have to go to the warehouse today.”

  And my dick is deflated again.

  “All right. Let’s get up and go over there.”

  Chloe- Then

  I take my time in the shower to wash and shave. I run my fingers over my sensitive skin and shiver. Howard was amazing and so attentive last night as we made love. I can’t even call it fucking because he was so gentle and loving with me. He would caress me and hold me all the while saying the sexiest things.

  I must have lost track of time because, the shower curtain rolled over and I jumped clear out of my skin. I see Howard leaning against the open space, gloriously naked and a smile on his face. “We are in the desert now. We have to share water. You know? Conservation and Green Peace and all of the shit.”

  He strolls in and adjusts the temp down a little on the water and then hands me body wash. “Wash my back, please.”

  I take great care in popping the top and pouring some of the soap onto my hands. Once I’m confident that I have enough, I snap the top back and put it on the shelf behind me. I rub my hands together and then start soaping his back. My fingers follow all of the muscles back there and then they slide to the front of his body by their own accord. Those pesky fingers.

  I rub down a little until I touch the piece of metal hanging from his dick. “When did you get this?” I whisper against his neck. Since I’m so much shorter than he is, I raise up on my toes to ask.

  “A few years ago. I don’t know. I always wanted it and thought it would be fun.”

  Satisfied with his answer, I start pistoning my hand up and down his shaft. I’m using the soap to help lubricate my hand and he groans a little. “You like that?”

  “Sweet fucking Jesus.”

  I inwardly giggle and do a little dance in my mind. I love that I’m driving him crazy. It makes me feel so fucking good.

  Before I can get into a rhythm, he yanks my hand off of his dick and I stumble back a little. He spins on his heels and takes the shower head off of it’s holder. I watch in curiosity as he changes it’s gears and then kicks my feet out to have me open my legs. The man then holds the head of it against my clit and it vibrates between the lips of my pussy. “Holy shit,” I moan/ yell. “Fuck!”

  The pulsating of the water is sending me closer and closer to the abyss and I’m ready to jump off of the deep end for this orgasm. It’s building and festering in me and causing me to make mewling noises against his chest. Howard is pressed up against me on the shower wall with his hand between my legs. “Fuck me. Fuck me, right now!” I yell against his chest.

  He drops the head of the shower and then places his hands on my ass cheeks to hoist me up. I jump up on his hips and wrap my legs around his waist. Once I’m secured, Howard leans me against the wall of the shower and guides himself in me. With one thrust, he’s buried to the hilt and I’m gasping for breath. “Holy shit!” I yell which is only amplified since we are in the shower.

  He kisses my throat and then bites my collar bone. “It’s never going to be enough. Chloe, it’s never going to be enough to be with you. I have to have all of you.”

  I nod my head against his cheek but her takes one hand off of my ass and grabs my chin. I hold tighter onto his shoulders with my hands to keep from falling and the water is spraying everywhere. There’s droplets falling from the shower walls and ceiling but he stops what he’s doing and grips my chin tightly. “No. Words.”

  “Yes. All of me,” I reply without hesitation and let him work his way into the place in my heart that was broken after Grant.

  That is the one thing that I forgot about Howard. The fact that he is a dirty talking freak in the sack. That’s why we spent all night the first time we got together having sex. Because his stamina is large and he’s a fucking amazing lay.

  “Bed,” I demand and sink my teeth into his neck. He howls when I release my teeth. “Now.”

  Howard’s fingers bite into my ass and his nails dig into the fleshy skin. “Are you bossing me around, little lady?” Even though he says this with an intense voice, he pushes his dick further into my pussy only to slide it back out. I whine as I feel the head leave my entrance but hum with appreciation as he sticks himself back in. The tip of his piercing is scrapping deliciously against my g-spot and I am seeing a kaleidoscope of colors.

  The familiar pulling and the pressure from my upcoming orgasm hits me full force. “Holy fuck! Please, God! Fuck me harder!” I yell against his neck and when he doesn’t move at all, I yell louder. “The fuck?” I demand.

  “I asked you a question.”

  I jerk back from my euphoria and then look at his eyes that are clouded with his own pleasure. “Chloe. I asked you if you were getting bossy. It’s rude to not answer someone.”

  “Uh…” I’m trying to figure out if he’s being fucking serious but as I try to decipher his facial expression, I see that he is being serious. “No. I’m not being demanding. I just think it would be fucking hot to get you laying on my bed so I can ride your fucking face with my juicy pussy and then fuck you into next week. How about that?”

  He opens his lips and closes them a few times before he busts out laughing. “Well, that’s all you had to say in the first place, baby.”

  With his dick still embedded in my pussy, he spins us around to turn off the shower and then walks us to my bed. I don’t bother asking for a towel because I know it would fall on deaf ears. He’s not paying attention to anything I have to say right now and that’s okay. I’m so fucking horny and desperate to come, that I could care less about getting my bed wet.

  It’s only about to get wetter. Wink, wink.

  We tumble on the bed in a tangle of limbs and he thrusts himself in me until I feel his balls bounce against my ass. Without sliding out, he flips us over so I’m the one on top and I grind my ass against his thighs.

  My smile stretches the length of my face when he slips his fingers from my ass to the lips of my pussy and brushes my clit. “I want you good and fucking needy before you fuck my tongue while you ride my mouth. Are you needy yet, baby?”

  I scream and grind my ass and sex against him and I start to see those colors again. Begging has never been something that I could do, so for me to tell him that I’m needy and need to come is difficult for me to swallow. A war is raging inside of me and it’s killing me. My orgasm is right there- literally right on the brink- but to form the words… Fuck! “Fine! You fucking bastard! I need to come right now.”

  I yank his hand away from me and I crawl up his body on my hands and knees until I’m resting on his chest. My ass is resting on his strong pecs and I can’t help but teas
e him. I pick his hand up, the one that was just touching me, and I bring his finger to my mouth. I moan in gratitude and then suck it all the way into my mouth. My lips form an O around his finger and I pulse my tongue around it. I feel his hips thrust up from want but this is war. He got me so close to my orgasm and now I want it.

  I slide up his chest and then place my hands on the slants of my headboard to steady myself. Once I’m aligned to his mouth, I sit on his mouth. Howard doesn’t waste anytime because he has sucked the nub into his mouth and starts his own tease. I can feel his left hand moving from holding my ass and sliding through to my other entrance. This is the second time that he has done this but I detonate as soon as his finger pushes against the outer ring of the muscle.

  “Holy fucking shit!” I yell and throw my head back. Howard must realize that I’m not fit to move myself because he unlatches from my clit and pushes me off of his face. The kicker? He takes this time to stick his finger all the way into my ass. “Oh my god! Stop- stop! I need to recover!”

  He chuckles and pulls me close to him and kisses the top of my forehead. “Hurry up and recover.”

  It was then that I look down and see his dick standing at full attention. Even though I am shattered from the most intense orgasm of my life, I crawl on top of him and seat his dick all the way inside of my pussy. My back is facing his front and his dick is hitting a whole different place in my pussy. Howard’s hands are gripping my ass and he’s shaking my cheeks with my thrusts.

  It’s an interesting feeling. I’m not sure if I can put it into words what I’m feeling right now but the one word that comes to mind is happy. I’m so deliriously happy right now that I could explode.

  Once we are both spent, I lay my head against his neck and he lays his forehead on top of my head. “Damn, sweetness. I can’t breathe.” To emphasize his point, he takes several deep breaths in an attempt to get one whole one.

  I nod my head in agreement and then squeeze my eyes shut. “There’s going to be a mess,” I murmur.

  “Don’t care. I’m comfy. I love feeling your little body on and around mine.”

  That was the best damn answer he could have given me.

  After about a few minutes, he slides me off of his dick and I gingerly set my feet on the room floor. “Careful, don’t slip.” He climbs out of the bed first and then grabs a towel from the hook in the bathroom. “Come here, baby.” He spreads it wide open for me to step into it.

  I follow the directive and he wraps it around me all the while gently rubbing the water off of my skin. “We made a mess,” I mumble as I take in the carnage of our shower sex. Where I’m standing in the bedroom, I can see the bathroom.

  There’s water dripping off the ceiling all the way to the wall that the toilet rests on. The whole bathroom is covered in water and I begin to laugh at it.

  “This is going to take forever to clean!” I sputter through laughter.

  He squeezes me tighter against him and chuckles. “Probably. But it was worth it.”

  By the time we have everything cleaned up, and I have my Russian clothes on (that is what I’m calling them from now on), it’s way past time to leave. I’m putting Steve away in his crate when I feel big hands circle around my waist. Howard peppers kisses along the curve of my neck to my shoulder and then back again. I hum with appreciation and melt a little inside over what he’s doing.

  He’s just the sweetest guy ever. I have no other way of saying it. He’s just so fucking sweet he makes my teeth hurt.

  “How am I going to be able to work with you dressed like this? You look gorgeous.”

  I take a look at my outfit and see my silk blouse that is unbuttoned to the bottom of my bra and the lacy cami under it. “Do I look alright?” I ask out of insecurity. It’s hard dressing like this because I’m used to being more conservative now. Plus, these clothes feel like a costume more so than my FBI clothes.

  Damn, I miss wearing my blue jacket. Dressing like this is exhausting me.

  “Baby, you look beautiful,” he whispers against my neck and squeezes my belly. “I can’t wait until you start to show. Your belly will be so cute swollen.”

  I shake him off and shove him a little with my ass. “You won’t think I’m cute when I’m bigger than a whale.”

  He swats me on my ass gently and then bites my neck. I shiver from the onslaught but then, I wiggle against his groin. The man makes me feel like a fucking teenager.

  “You won’t look like a whale. You are going to be so beautiful all pregnant with my babies.” His hand spreads across my stomach and pulls me closer to him if that were even possible.

  I bite my tongue from telling him that these aren’t his babies but at the same time, I want them to be. I want him to be the father. I know that he will do anything in his power to take care of me and these babies.

  We drive in different cars on our way there in order to keep up appearances and he gets there after I do. I slip into my fur coat even though it’s fucking a bajillion degrees out here. It’s so hot you could cook eggs on the sidewalk.

  Howard- THen

  I’m pretty sure that anyone could see the big stupid ass smile on my face right now. I feel as if I’m a fucking goon with how big my smile is. I have finally got my girl right where I want her and I’m not letting anyone get in my way with this.

  I watch as she walks into the warehouse and see Barry intercept her first. Of course since he’s her brother, I don’t allow him to wipe the smile off of my face but he looks in pain about something.

  “What’s going on?” I ask as I walk up to them. I’m resisting the urge to put my arm around Chloe since I know it’s not the time nor the place. But I love having my hands on her.

  “I was just about to ask why he looks so serious. You need to go in, though.” Chloe tilts her head to the door and I have to fight myself from kissing the shit out of her.

  I shrug and then walk towards the door as I see my girl’s body tense. It’s apparent that he’s telling her some shit that she’s not liking but I can’t get into that right now.

  I walk into the main room of the warehouse and see Natasha. She’s sprawled out on the couch with her laptop resting on her side and she’s filing her nails. “Oh, good. You are here.”

  “Yeah. What can I do for you?”

  “We have problem with new girl. You go.” She points with her finger to the door to the room that I was in the other day. “You need to fix.”

  “All right.”

  Before I ask questions and ruin the case, I walk over to the room and throw open the door. The smell of human waste hits me and makes me gag. It smells worse in here than it did before.

  “I thought we talked about letting these girls shower,” I call back to her as I slam the door shut and walk back over to Natasha. She knows who I am and she knows that this isn’t something I want to do. I want nothing to do with this and it’s pissing me off. “Those girls are humans. Victims. They are not animals.”

  “You go take them to shower.” Her words are measured out and she points with her whole hand. “You take care of them. They cry too much.”

  “You fucking bitch,” I murmur under my voice and walk back to the room. I breathe through my mouth as I walk through. “Come on, girls. Get up. It’s time to shower.”

  I walk through all of the little valleys of the cots with limbs hanging off of the sides. Murmurs and whimpers take place and I stop at the last cot. The body of a young girl is hanging off the side and bent in an awkward way.

  “Shit,” I whisper and lean over. I pick up the hand that is sticking out and place my fingers on the wrist to find a pulse. “God damn it.”

  “She died last night. They gave her too many drugs.”

  I turn to the voice that just spoke and see a little woman with brown hair pointing at her. I’m very surprised that she looks similar to the girl that I saw on the website from that one time. Holy shit! Is that Emily? “You knew her?”

  She shakes her head and then turns around.
But before she leaves, she says: “I know who you are and I hope you can save us before they do to us what they did to her. It is going to be soon. The average time is two days here. We are coming up on our third day.”

  I reach out to grab her shoulder but she shakes me off. “No, you don’t need to promise me anything,” she whispers.

  “Stop! Right now!” I call at her and watch as she does. “What are you talking about? Answer me right now.” I’m freaked out that the girls know that Chloe and I are feds and it’s going to ruin the investigation. If they know who we are, that means they won’t respect us. I can’t have them undermining us.

  The girl spins and looks at me closely. “Grant Brandon tried to save me. He did what he could. They caught up to me as I was leaving the hospital two days ago. I know who you are because he talked about you.”