Meanwhile
I pace the full length of my large office. It has been three whole days since the incident I orchestrated and I have still not gotten a single answer to my questions. Why is it that every time I set something in motion, everything seems to go to shit. I had this planned to the fucking T and here I am days later with no news, more questions than answers, boring a hole in my office floor with my pacing. My eyes have been glued to the TV for any type of news and I have been checking every news outlet, big and small for the past three days but still nothing.
My phone rings in my pocket and I pause my pacing to pick it up.
"What is the news?" No time for pleasantries.
"We haven't found her." Says the person on the other end of the line. Fuck. I kick the large mahogany office desk.
"What the hell do you mean you have not found her? Did she just drop from the face of the fucking earth?"
"No sir. But we've been to every hospital in the city and none of them had any casualties brought in on that day."
Oh?
"Then check the fucking mortuaries. If I don't have any news by the end of the day, I'll have your heads." I don't let them reply before I disconnect the call.
Well, maybe my plan worked. If the hospital did not have any casualties on record, maybe it was because the casualties were brought in dead and taken straight to the morgue. Or maybe they were just not clerked and therefore not recorded. I think that is highly unlikely but to clear my doubts, I pick up my phone and call Damian. I would usually assign this kind of job to my right hand man Emmett, but he is also MIA so Damian will have to do for now till we know what happened to Emmett.
He picks up on first ring.
"Boss." Blood shoots down to my dick at the sound of his voice, damn. I take in a shaky breath. Be calm Levi. I take a second to gather myself before I continue speaking.
"I need you to do something for me."
"Anything boss." Fucking Damian. The things he does to me.
"I want to you get the footage of LeBreux from three days ago. Between quarter to and half past noon. I need everything you can get your hands on. Street cams, CCTV cameras from the restaurant itself and just anything you think will be worth it."
"Consider it done boss."
This girl getting me worked up this way. Samantha, Samantha, fucking Samantha. You had better be dead. Because if you are not, by the time I am done with you, you will wish you were.
I light a cigar and take a seat on the large sofa in my office, closing my eyes as I palm the bulge from the hard on I have through my pants. I squeeze my dick and just leave my hand on the bulge. I smoke my cigar with my eyes closed and just let the warmth fill my lungs before exhaling it back out. About thirty minutes later, I hear a knock on my door.
"Come in." I call out and sit up not bothering to adjust myself.
Damian steps in holding a laptop and a flash drive in one hand and closes the door behind him with the other. He is wearing a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up over a pair of black pants. His long hair is in a ponytail and he tapered the sides.
I drop my almost finished cigar in the ashtray sitting on the table in front of me and beckon to Damian to bring what he has for me. He comes over and sets the laptop down but is having a hard time putting in the flash drive because first of all, he is standing over me, while trying not to touch me, the port is away from him and the laptop is facing me but for some reason, he is not turning the laptop to an angle that will be easy for him to insert the flash and secondly, he is not focusing on what he is doing because his eyes are on my hard on. The one he caused by the way.
I take the flash drive from him and when my fingers grazed his, I feel him tremble a little bit.
"Sit." I order him. He sits and operates the laptop while still keeping one eye on my dick.
The footage opens, which starts at 11:44 am and it shows nothing special is happening. Just a regular day at the five star restaurant. However, from that time till 12:30 pm when the footage ends, nothing happened.
"What footage is this?" I ask Damian who looks flushed and is now spotting a hard on of his own. He licks his lips before answering, "LeBreux." Those glistened lips will look great around my cock.
"Were you able to get any other one?"
"Yes. From the only street cam there was in the area." He said as he turns the laptop to himself to pull the footage up.
The footage, quite different from the one from LeBreux was showing outside the restaurant. It was showing the cars that were driving past the restaurant and the ones that entered into the premises. There was nothing on this footage too. Wait, what if my plan did not work? Because now that I think about it, there were no media reports about any crash which there should have been and everything is weirdly quiet. Did LeBreux decide to keep the media off so that it will not bring them bad publicity? Maybe it is because there was no accident and Samantha did not go to the restaurant but instead ran away like my little bitch of a sister suggested.
Yes, I heard the stupid call. And from Lauren's response, I know Samantha decided not to heed Lauren. What if she changed her mind and decided to listen to Lauren. But I know Samantha is not that brave. If she did not go to that restaurant, she was physically forced not to and who else would do that if not Lauren. However, if that is the case Lauren will have hell to pay.
But what the actual fuck? Maybe the footage has been edited and the real one has been deleted. Could this be a loop? Just as the footage is coming to an end, there is a glitch and wait, pause… is that who I think it is? Ezekiel fucking Elrod. I should have known it was him. First piece of my puzzle.
I smile to myself and lean back into the sofa. I hear the table shift and clothes rustling. I raise my head and see Damian kneeling in front of me with wanton eyes and a mouth begging to be fucked.
He places his hands on my laps and pushes them apart slightly as if asking for permission.
"Let me help you forget about Samantha." I spread my legs and spread my arms on the head of the sofa.
He palms my dick through my pants before undoing my belt and my zip. He then pushes my boxers out of the way causing my dick to spring free. He stares hungrily at my eight inches of glory glistening with precum on the crown. He licks his lips once more before putting me in his mouth. He sucks on the crown a little before taking me whole. I groan when I hit the back of his throat. Shit, I don't think he has a gag reflex.
He sucks his cheeks in and bobs his head up and down leaving trails of saliva on my dick. Messy and sloppy, just how I like it. I place my right shoe on his dick that is now as hard as a rock and press down which causes him you groan around my cock. The vibration that sound created almost makes me cum there and then. At some point, he takes his mouth off my dick now wet with both saliva and precum, replacing it with his hand and starts to work on my balls. Fuck. He is good. I let him suck my balls a bit more before grabbing him by his ponytail and shoving my dick in his face. He opens his mouth and I thrust upwards. He grabs my thighs as I face fuck him at my own pace. One or two times my dick actually misses his mouth and slides up his face instead. What a sexy sight to behold.
When I feel I am about to cum, I stand up and take out my dick from his mouth and start stroking it up and down to cum on his face.
"Please come down my throat." He says looking up at me with swollen lips.
"You must swallow every drop."
"Yes sir."
That does it for me and I grab him by the hair again and thrust my dick down his throat. The moment my cock hits the back of his throat, I release my cum in great spurts. This is the best release I have had in a while and he took everything like a good boy, milking me of every last drop of cum. When I am down from my high, he releases my dick from his mouth with a pop and tucks me back into my boxers. He fixes my zip and my belt too. I sit back down and it is when he stands up I see the white patch on the front of his pants. He came too.
Oh Damian. We will do great things together.