Dominant culprit

Claire woke up feeling blissed out, her eyes darted around the room. It was empty, her phone was just beside her, she grabs it with her hands shaking slightly, she was supposed to report about her progress in the HQ today, but the time on her phone shows it was too late for that, it was late in the evening, how did I sleep too long? she asked herself.

Darrel was nowhere to be found, and the lights were deemed, she shakily stood from the bed, “Darrell?” she called out but nothing, well that’s a relief she thought to herself, she picked up her phone and called Marley immediately.

“hey, monse?’

‘ code 003′” Claire said,

‘ Kaos? Why didn’t you give reports today?” she asked,

” Marley, I don’t know what’s going on, I fainted… again… my nightmares are back,” she said, Marley halted for a while, the last time Claire was dismissed with extreme brain trauma, she was 13

And that was when they were still junior agents, she was suspended for months to get her head straight, and now it was back.

“Dad can’t hear this, you know that, you will retreat” Marley cautioned,

“I know ”

“What triggered it this time?”

” His eyes Marley they brought them back to me,” Claire said, feeling defeated,

“What about the eyes,”

“He’s the devil Marley”, Claire said as she couldn’t describe the shock she experienced,

“Is that why he is always in glasses?!” she said awestruck by the remark,

“Yes”

“So what are we going to do now, do we retreat, or could we mend your wounds and provide his details, weak points, and everything you know about him, tick-tock Claire?” Marley said.

“I will provide everything, code 34,” Claire said,

“Roger that, your details are secured,”

Marley said

“Good luck Kaos, I know you can do this.”

There was a minute of silence that conveyed words, the mouth couldn’t before the call ended. Claire stood from the end, in search of nothing in particular, her belly rumbled just immediately as the feeling of hunger surfaced.

She looks just beside her, noticing a pile of paper just close to her bed lamp,

‘it wasn’t there a minute ago

She walked towards it anticipating what it might be, looking at it, it was a contract, a sex contract.

Her heart had begun to beat fast and hard now, as she flipped through the sheet, ‘why will he want this?’ a million questions stormed her mind but there was no one to give her answer as Darrell was nowhere to be found.

She flipped through, even more, maybe it was just a mistake, she takes a shot of the file and sends it to Marley. #culprit likes sex slaves, promising to give them everything money can buy’ she sent it to Marley.

There were no signatures here, just a document to an agreement, she drops it down, then walks out of the room, trying to cool her raging mind, as she imagined Darrell before a woman with a whip in his hands, he is dominant in every way.

Does this mean he wants to hire a sex slave, what if I am the sex slave, a question comes popping into her head, he might have placed the booklet so I could see it, my mission warrants me to do whatever I please with it, but becoming a sex slave, never am I going to engage in bondage sex.

I don’t want to be a slave to my culprit ever!

Striking feelings of pain eluded her head, all this was happening too fast, she massaged her temples with her index fingers, what will happen if I do this?

*******

Darrel had always had this type of relationship as he saw it was fit for his lifestyle.

Where he could get pleasure and fear from his opponent, and just after Victor left, he had reconsidered his options, Claire was bringing a dead part of him back to life, and he hated himself for being so loose.

Even from the first day he had been so playful, happy seeing her, and it felt like he could smile without being forced to, but now she was doing more than making him smile, she was making his heartbeat, even faster than it should, she was making him care.

He had cautioned himself that it was lust for her alluring body, which was not far from the truth, but he could only care based on contract and that is why he had chosen her to be his submissive, or leave.

Either way, he would be gaining so he thought, now he was on the way back home, drinking as he reminisced on his past few days, it looks funny, he smirked as he remembered their first night in the elevator, how calm he felt the burning sensation in his cheek.

“Don’t think about it too much” he cautioned,

He stood from his chair, with a glass of liquor in his hands, and a marker in the other, he walked over to the wall, where pictures of lines in rolls and columns, ticked a face.

” You are next William,” he said before gulping down the alcohol in the glass. Darrel stood from the chair and then into his closet, where a family picture sat.

“Dad Williams is going today, finally,” he said, playing a kiss on the picture and then placing it in the deep corners behind his shoes.

Victor was just outside waiting for him, it was like a ritual, where he tells his parents about his next kill, and they take the catch together. Victor’s face beamed as he saw Darrel proceeding from the closet

” Thank goodness you are back to your senses,” he said, Darrell scores from the remark.

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