Ride to Restoration (Ride Series Book 2) (23 page)

Chapter
41

A
fter
I’d unstrapped our bags and carried them into the breezeway, I sat down on a
weathered wooden bench and made my first call to Gio who answered on the second
ring.

“
Ciao, Giovanni. It
’
s D, can you talk now?
”

“
D,
ciao. ... Yes, can talk. We good; Candi not so good. What you say? You hurt
her?
”

“
No, sir, I don
’
t think so. It wasn
’
t me. Joseph, most likely.
”

“
Joseph,
no like. She sad, D. You come, she better.
”

“
No promises, Gio. I will try.
”

“
You
come, big party next Saturday. Mile, me bad bikers, Candice, Pretty Woman in
red, then biker babe.
”

“
Bikers, a party, Candi in red and leathers? A costume party
in Tampa?
”

“
Yes,
Child
’
s
Hospital ... mmmm ... I sure.
”

“
A benefit for a Children
’
s Hospital. How bizarre? Let
me think about it. I
’
ll see if I can make it work. I
’
ll call you back in a couple
of days and let you know. Ciao.
”

My
second call was to Candi. She answered on the umpteenth ring as I was pressing
end.

“
D,
I
’
m
here. I didn
’
t
want you to hear me this way.
”

“
Candi, I
’
m letting you know I
’
ve made it to Winnipeg. You
’
re crying? Has something
happened? Are you still upset from this morning?
”

“
What
do you think? Of course I
’
m
upset. It comes and goes. Joseph used me to get his point across. Me ... me of
all people.
”

“
Yeah, well you
’
re probably right. There was
a message that went with the video that I forgot to mention ... something like
‘
her actions speak louder
than your words.
’
Sounds
like a man scorned, because a woman screwed, huh? Candi, you
’
re going to have to deal
with it. It
’
s a cluster F; I got it. Best you put on your big girl
panties and face it. You recovered the ledgers. Surely, you can recover some
clandestine video and destroy it. Speaking of the ledgers, did you collect on
them?
”

“
I
turned them in today and unlocked them to prove their authenticity. The money
is being wired to an offshore account in my name. I promised Joseph half to
make him leave Canada without you.
”

“
There
’
s your leverage, use it. Coupled with that woo-hoo of
yours, you can move mountains. I
’
m sorry ... Did you find out who may be looking for me?
”

“
Not
yet. Again, that
’
s
a Joseph issue. D, that was a terrible thing to say. You said Vic was with you?
”

“
I did. She is. Didn
’
t want me to ride back
alone. Surprisingly, you
’
re both about the same size. She
’
s wearing your leathers,
your boots, your helmet.
”

“
That
’
s convenient
... Uh ... are you sleeping with her?
”

“
What kind of question is that? She
’
s a friend. She
’
s my ... my lawyer.
”

“
You
are sleeping with her! I knew it! How long did that take?
”

“
Candi, don
’
t go there. You left me standing on the tarmac with my
heart in my throat. Remember? You screwed me, long before I did anything with
her. If you had been honest with me, we could have worked our way through this,
together. I
’
m hurting, too. Nothing happened between Vic and I
…
until the email arrived showing you bouncing off the bed on
his balls.
”

“
I
told you, I did what I had to do. You wouldn
’
t understand. You had to be
there. It happened. OK?
”

“
Same here.
”

“
I
need to go.
”

“
Me, too,
”
I
pressed end.

Chapter
42

Tampa Bay

D
amn
him, damn him, damn him! There’s going to be hell to pay today. Joseph and his
clandestine video is the reason D is screwing Vic and not me, not yet anyway.
It’s one of the reasons, anyway ... No, it’s the most important reason, damn
him! Conveniently, the money — the all-important money — rewarding
me
... bite your tongue girl ...
us
... for my year-long efforts
transfers today. I got it. I AM SO PISSED! ... Let the games begin!

Over
the next two hours I planned a memorable evening that was going to be even
better than I originally imagined. My first call was to the Grand Hyatt where I
booked two adjoining suites for tonight. My second call was to two actors who
depending on what was up their nose at the time could go either way. My third
call was to a friend from high school, Kyle, who owned a one of a kind,
specialty store. My fourth call was to Joseph, making a date for this evening
to celebrate our windfall, which by an emailed confirmation arrived in my
Cayman Islands account, moments earlier.

“
Joseph, it
’
s Candice. The money is in the bank,
”
I shouted into his ear.
“
Let
’
s celebrate tonight. Bring
your account numbers along and I
’
ll make the transfers giving you what you so rightly
deserve. Say seven-ish? I look forward to it. Oh, don
’
t bother picking me up. I
’
ll meet you at the Hyatt ...
in the bar.
”

That
concluded steps one through four. Now, onto five, I must go shopping. I dressed
in sweats and a tee, pulled on a hooded Tampa Bucs over the t-shirt, donned a
matching baseball cap and took off to a store I
’
d only seen, but never
visited before. Ah, today was a day bursting with firsts.
I am empowered, I
am frustrated, I am scorned ... hear me roar and roar and roar. Joseph, on the
other hand, will feel my wrath and the gnashing of my teeth.

Two
hours later and two productive stops behind me, I slipped into my skimpiest
black dress, revealing my finest attributes, displayed prominently, for Joseph
to drool over. Taking a page out of D
’
s book of Maxim
’
s, the thought of having
sex, any sex, clouds a man
’
s judgment in any language. Arriving at the hotel a little
shy of five o
’
clock, I checked in both rooms and found my two man hungry
friends, stage named Max and Mike, sitting in the bar where we exchanged hugs,
keys, various sundries and cash, lots of cash. Three shots of Patron Tequila
each to take the edge off and strengthen my resolve, like I needed any help,
the three of us adjourned to the second suite to prepare for an evening, I
hoped Joseph would soon never forget. By 6:30, everything was in place. I left
my two beefy studs sipping on champagne and snorting blow while I strolled
casually to the bar to await Joseph
’
s arrival.

Promptly
at seven, Joseph sauntered up to my table, dressed in a navy blue Armani suit,
his eyes flushed with desire, his tongue panting profusely, feasting on this
fine specimen of a woman who once loved him
—
a woman radiating an unrequited fire in her eyes ... but
for a much more sinister reason.

Joseph
struggling to translate his Viagra induced thoughts into words.
“
My, you look stunning
tonight, Candice. Spectacular might be a better word. Before me is the girl I
remember, the girl I fell in love with many years ago.
”

“
Good to see you, Joseph. Thank you for the glows. You sir,
are quite dapper tonight as usual. I
’
ve brought my iPad, business
before pleasure you know,
”
I
quipped, flicking my tongue across my glistening lips, compliments of Buxom
’
s Trixie.
“
I
’
ve ordered you a Black
Crown, neat. That is what you drink, isn
’
t it?
”

Settling
into the booth beside me, Joseph breathed in my perfume before whispering in my
ear,
“
It
is, thanks for remembering.
”

The
waiter delivered two shots of Patron with a water chaser, along with a dish of
quartered limes and his Black Crown, four fingers deep in a tea glass.

Gazing
at the surprisingly large amount of alcohol in the tumbler, Joseph raised the
Crown to his lips, before pausing to speak,
“
our last night together,
when I was drinking these didn
’
t turn out as well as I had hoped. I promise tonight, I
’
ll pace myself.
”

My
stomach rolled.
“
That
’
s so unlike you, Joseph.
”
Sliding my hand into his lap and running my fingers across
his slowly rising package,
“
Tonight, I
’
m prepared to get wasted with you, before delving into the
kinky side, you
’
re so aptly fond of ... now.
”

“
Really, Candice?
”
Joseph replied.

“
Really, Joseph. Drink up; the night is young. Before we get
too under the influence ... and under the covers, do you have the account
numbers for me to transfer the funds?
”

Reaching
into his inside jacket pocket, Joseph retrieved a folded piece of expensive
linen paper and tossed it to me.
“
Here you go, Candice. There
’
s two separate accounts
there. Please divide the monies between them.
”

“
I can do that,
”
I replied, creating two distinct wire transfers to two
anonymous offshore accounts.
“
There you go sir, 2.5 million in each. I expect you
’
ll receive email
conformations to that effect, shortly.
”
In less than two minutes, Joseph
’
s phone vibrated confirming
that to be the case.
“
Do you feel richer now, Mr. Moneybags?
”

He
nodded, then smiled ear to ear. Raising his half empty glass into the air,
Joseph offered a toast,
“
To us!
”

“
To tonight,
”
I
replied.
“
May this evening make you a lifetime of memories. Shall we
order dinner?
”

“
I
’
d settle on an ap-pee-tizer and another one of these,
”
slurred Joseph, holding up his now empty glass.

“
My pleasure, anything to make you happy.
”
I ordered bacon potato skins and stuffed jalape
ñ
os, plus another four
fingered drink for Joseph. After thirty minutes, eight shots of Crown and my
fingers wrapped around his pleasure pistol, I had him exactly as I envisioned,
silly putty in my hands.
“
Joseph,
”
I
cooed,
“
I
reserved a suite for us tonight.
”
Holding
up my iPhone in record mode, I asked,
“
would you like to go
upstairs to the room with me and allow me to do wild and crazy things with you,
to get kinky with you in every way possible?
”

“
Yes, yes, oh yes,
”
he oozed.

“
Say it, I, Joseph, am of sound mind and freely offering
myself willingly to Candice Parker to use as she desires.
”
Joseph, repeated it clearly and precisely two more times,
surprising even me, being eight shots into the wind by my far reaching
calculations.
“
We
’
re done here. ... Aren
’
t we, Joseph?
”
I asked, getting a silent nod of approval before signing
the check and escorting this man with the raging hard-on to our room. Sliding
in the key card, I opened the door to the aroma of multi-scented candles
permeating the air. Ushering Joseph to the bed, I undressed him, paying careful
attention not to wrinkle his suit.
Why in the hell that concerns me, I do
not know. Guess it
’
s the woman in me,
appreciating the finer things in life
…
Armani being one of them.

I
digress. My first stop today was an adult toy store
—
Todd
’
s Toys. It was filled floor to ceiling with every
imaginable sex fantasy related toy under the sun. I described my fantasy for
Joseph to the store manager, Paul, and supplied me with number of devices to
make the evening a success. First came the four aluminum posts with ring
eyelets to affix to the bed frame. Second were two pairs of hardened steel muff
cuffs, followed by an assortment of masks and hoods, a pair of nipple clips and
a braided leather whip for good measure.

“
Joseph,
”
I
breathed,
“
lie back on the bed and extend your arms,
”
whereby I cuffed his wrists to the rails.
“
Good boy, now spread your legs,
”
allowing me to cuff his ankles next.
“
There, you
’
re secure and helpless ...
little boy.
”
His
eyes were wide like saucers, lustfully devouring me in his mind as I slipped
off my dress. Easing myself on top of him, I kissed and nibbled my way to his
lips before placing a blindfold over his eyes. I could tell he was thoroughly
enjoying my display of dominance; that is until I replaced my warm and wet
tongue with a large black leather deep-throat gag, that I snapped securely
behind his head.
Show time!

Donning
a mask that would completely obscure my face and hair, I opened the door to the
adjoining room allowing two well-endowed, masked intruders to enter and take my
place on the bed. Mystery man number one climbed onto his chest, pressing his
knees into Joseph
’
s armpits, resting his banana stuffed hammock, a breath
away from Joseph
’
s shrouded face. Now for part two. Raising the foot board,
aluminum posts to their highest position, I lifted Joseph
’
s legs into the air,
offering mystery man number two unbridled access to what I assumed was virgin
territory.

I
fantasized watching these two man-beasts in rhythm, pummel and pound Joseph
into submission making him their bitch for the evening. Just that thought alone
made me want to join in and make it happen, almost. But, that was not my
purpose here. My purpose was to repay an eye for an eye.

Holding
a small digital camcorder in my hand, I removed Joseph
’
s mask and began filming
close ups of him with these two now naked men poised at the ready to feed him
orally and pound him anally. Thrashing, twisting, turning, first to the left,
then to the right, Joseph fought the shackles to no avail. Tears of fear welled
in his eyes, the lifeblood drained from his face, anticipating his pending
fate. His distant gaze begged the question, how could I violate and humiliate
him in this way? It was easy.

I
whispered softly in his ear,
“
Paybacks are a bitch, aren
’
t they, sweetheart? Who
knows, someday you, too, may be a movie star of my making.
”

Patting
each of my well-endowed actors on the shoulder, I announced,
“
We
’
re done here ... or not.
”
These guys with their raging hard-ons seemed oblivious to
my current request. I screamed, but not too loud,
“
We
’
re done here! Take it to the
next room, gentlemen. Joseph has had enough.
”

Leaving
Joseph motionless on the bed, Mike and Max eventually obliged walking through
the adjoining door, and slammed it shut, never saying good-bye. Me, I had a few
words left in me as well as a leather whip in my hand.
“
Joseph, baby, was it as good
for you as it was for me?
”
I
asked, striking him on his precious package that I used to lovingly adore. He
winced.
“
I know you can
’
t talk with the gag in your
mouth. I kind of like it that way. You can
’
t lie to me ... if you can
’
t open your mouth. Huh,
baby?