Song: Dirty Mind- Boy Epic

I had thought about going straight home but something deep inside wanted me to go see Leah in New York so I tell the pilot to take me there instead. I text her to let her know that I should be there close to five tonight and that I expected her to be waiting on my arrival. When I arrive, a car is already waiting on me. I have him drive me downtown to the apartments.

I'm greeted by the doorman. "Good evening sir, it's been a while."

"Yes it has, thought I would stop in for a few days." I reach out and shake his hand.

"Miss Leah is up in your suite waiting for you sir." He winks at me.

I just nod my head and get on the elevator and ride up. When the doors open there is room is dim and there is soft music playing down the hallway. I know she is already in the play room. I need to jump in the shower first and change clothes. I head to the bathroom and undress. I take off the bandage and look at the stitch work that Madeline done. She actually did a really good job.

After washing off my filthy body and getting dressed, I walk down the hall to the play room. She is sitting on her knees completely naked. I see her backside and I instantly go hard. She hears me behind her. "I have missed you Master," she says seductively.

"Have you now." I match her tone.

"Yes Master. How can I please you tonight?" She says and I can tell she is smiling without even having to actually look at her.

I walk over and grab the flogger and walk back over to her. I hold my hand out for her to grab a hold of and I pull her up. Then guide her over to the table. I face her away from me as I kiss the back of her neck. She moans lightly as I continue to kiss down her back all the way down to her ass. I reach down and cuff her ankles to the table and then slowly bend her over the table. I walk around to the other side of the table and reach down to cuff her wrist to the table. I stand back and look at her smooth skin...I notice a new tattoo on her side and admire the art work. Whoever did it, done a really good job.

I move the flogger up and down her side tracing over the artwork and then I rear back and tap her ass. Just enough to watch her body jerk up a little and her ass turns a nice shade of pink. She lets out another moan.I tap her ass a few more time. Then slide between her legs. She never says a word. I take her right then and there and pound into her. I needed to get off. I needed her to get off. I pull her hair and make her bend back as far as she can. I pull hard and get a little rough with her. Not that I want to hurt her, it's just that I need to get my fix.

 I get really close and pull out. I hurriedly un-cuff her and pick her up to take her over to the bed and dive right into her. She tries to wrap her arms around me, so I take my hands and grab hers placing them above her head and hold her down. She moves her body, rocking into me. We get going again and in seconds I go. I don't stop though I keep going watching her reaction, watching her get off. The more she moans the more I get off on it. I feel her body tense up and then tighten all around my shaft and then she explodes, her body starts to twitching and I pound into her until her body starts to relax and go limp.I roll off of her and lay by her side all out of breath.

She rolls over and places her head on my chest. "I love when you are here. How long are you staying?" Her hands move up and down my hairless chest.I place my hand on top of her to get her to stop.

"Just a few days."

She sees my wound and jumps up. "Oh my God...what the hell happened?"

I glance over at the wound and shrug. "It's nothing."

"Nothing my ass...you were shot."

"Leah...let it go. I'm fine. It's taking care of." I stand up and throw on my pants and walk out of the room. I head down to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. I hear her walk up behind me. I turn around and look at her. "So when did you get that?" I point to the tattoo.

"About a month ago; do you like it?" She sways her body.

"Yeah...looks good on you. So you been doing alright?" I open my arms and she steps right into them.

"Yeah...I guess so. Looks like you been busy." She kisses me lightly and then turns to kiss my upper arm where it is healing and then steps away.

"It was just a job Leah. Really I am fine."She sits down on the bar stool by the bar. She looks down as if I scolded her. I walk over to the bar and stand across from her. "Leah...I'm not upset with you. It's just a job and I'm here...I'm fine."

She continues to look down and I know this is more than her just being upset that I was shot. "I want you here more. I hate that you are always gone." It comes out in more of a whine, pleading me that I need to stay here with her.

"Leah...I can't move here you know that."

She glance up but looks past me. "I can't do this anymore. I need more. I want more."

"You knew what you signed up for Leah. But if you really want out fine...I will rip up the contract." Over my dead body I think to myself. I really don't want to let her go and I hope playing this card she will realize that she really doesn't want to either.

She looks back at me angrily, "No...it's not what I want. I'm sorry I just have a lot going on right now. My dad is dying...my fucking stepmother is going to get everything. It's not like she is going to give me a dime of it. Look I know you do side jobs. We are going out sailing this weekend; it will be my father's last time out on the ocean. It was like his last dying wish to be back out on the water. The thing is...I...I want them to die there. Is that wrong of me? I know you know people and can get it done. I want there to be an accident of some kind. I can't fucking let her take everything from me...I just can't."

Wait...what the fuck...this has nothing to do with us. It's always been what she wants in life. "Even if I knew people Leah...you are talking about murder...a crime that you will be attached to. The authorities will look into why you survived and they didn't."

"I won't be on the boat. I can tell them that I feel sick and can't make it. It will be easy...I just need the right person to do it."

"Leah...you can't be serious. This will haunt you forever."

"No...my fucking stepmother kicking me out and taking everything from me will haunt me forever. My father is already dying this way it will happen quickly and he won't be hurting anymore and he will die at the one place he loves more than anything on the water. If you do this I will be at your beck and call...I will do anything for you."

I think about all of this taking place. It would be pretty easy to do. I could set it all up making it all look like an accident so that no one would get blamed for anything. Her father owns half of the city so all of that will be rolled over to her. She will be a fucking millionaire with everyone out of the way; hell she might even want me permanently out of he way.

"I can pay them...well...how much money do you think it would cost?"

"You are talking about several bodies...who else is going to be on the boat?" I ask her. I can't believe that I am even thinking about doing this.

"Does it matter...no one is going to live through it and it's not like they would have to get rid of the bodies. I just want it all taken care of." She places her fingers in her mouth and starts biting at her nails.

"I will look into it, alright."

She takes her fingers out of her mouth and looks up at me. "Thank you."

I never tell her that I would do it. She thought that I knew people that would do it and I did but there was no need to let others in on this. I knew she would come into a lot of money once they were out of the picture.

She tells me all about the family sailboat, 'The Royal Diamonds'. I walk out to the pier the night before and find the boat that they will be traveling in. There are several people nearby so it's not like I can just climb aboard in risk of others seeing me. So I put on my gear and jump into the water and swim around. I come above the water and look to see about where the boat is and then dive in and swim over to it.

 Once there, I pull up on the far side so that no one can see me. Once on board I duck down so no one notices me. I open up my bag and pull out the bomb. I set it all up and it will be detonate when I call the number. No one will survive this.

The next day I set towards the ocean. I watch from a distance and watch as the boat makes it's way into the vast opening. I have a tracker on the bomb, so I know about where they are. I wait another two hours out and notice that they have come to a stop. I know they will be back on their way home shortly. I don't even think twice as I pick up my phone and call the number. In seconds the little dot on the tracker goes off and it's nowhere to be seen.

I know the job has been done and I can't wait to see what Leah has to say...