Page 39 of Stolen

“Ugh, damnit,” he grunted. He yanked himself from her mouth. Blossom immediately whined in frustration until she realized that he was already spilling his seed. It mixed in with the water from the shower and slowly trickled down the drain.

“I guess I did good for my first time,” she smiled widely.

“Your first time?!” SynTanner exclaimed, looking at her sharply. Blossom nodded happily, proud of herself for not completely fucking it up.

“Wow. Baby. You—you must not want me to ever leave you,” SynTanner said.

“I surely don’t,” Blossom turned and wagged her butt at him. She finished washing herself and was the first to exit from the shower. SynTanner was leaning against the wall, still trying to recover.

“You are one incredible chick,” he called after her. Blossom saluted him as she grabbed a towel and left the bathroom.

While he finished washing up, she toweled off and dressed in the new jeans and a cropped t-shirt momma Santana had brought for her. SynTanner came out of the bathroom while she was brushing her hair up into another ponytail.

“Nah baby girl, you gotta change that shirt,” he said. Blossom gave him a casual look. He was drying himself as he searched his drawers for underwear.

“Why?” she questioned.

‘Because I can see your stomach and the V cut is too deep. Breasts are juggling all over the place.”

“Babe, I’m wearing high waisted jeans. It covers most of my stomach where the crop top leaves out. And the shirt is loose. Not like it’s gripping my boobs together.”

“The friend who’s coming to watch you for me? He’s a man. Change your shirt.” SynTanner walked into his walk-in closet, clearly ending the conversation. Still, Blossom didn’t listen to him. When he reappeared from the closet with slacks on; she could tell he expected her to be changed. He looked at her sharply.

“Have you ever been fucked so hard but kept on the edge of your orgasm because the man you’re with purposely won’t let you come?” SynTanner asked her.

“You know I haven’t,” she replied.

“Would you like to?” he asked darkly. Blossom would most likely hate that. hanging on the edge of pleasure was downright torture. With that look in his eyes, she knew he was very well capable of torturing her. Instead of answering him, Blossom simply took off the shirt she was wearing and traded it in for a casual black t-shirt, cute femininely. It was loose but somehow still showed her figure elegantly.

“Thought so,” SynTanner said. He walked towards her.

“I’m a nice guy you know,” he commented, holding her chin.

“But I also spank. Don’t try me,” he winked. Blossom drew in a sharp breath. Could the man be any sexier?

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she mused.

“Good.” When he disappeared back into his closet, Blossom finished her hair then left the room. She’d had a big breakfast but then she also had a big dick that wore her out and now she wanted something to snack on. As she walked down the hall, her eyes naturally wandered into SynTanner’s office. Of the entire house, his office was the only place that was a hot mess. Papers were piled on his desk, he had a cork wall that was pinned with pictures, charts, and documents. There were boxes piled high with manila envelopes in the corner of the room. Curiosity getting the better of her, she left from her mission of getting a snack, to peeping into his office.

On his desk, there were files already open as if he had been going over them recently. Even if he was on medical leave, the man apparently had kept working. Blossom pushed aside one of the documents. The photo of a dead woman was revealed. Gasping, she clutched her chest as her chest when she realized that there wasn’t just one photo. There were ten of them, all sprawled across his desk that was hidden behind paperwork.

“Blossom what are you doing?!” SynTanner rushed into the room. Blossom jumped away from his desk, both frightened by the pictures and him catching her snooping. He hurriedly scooped the photos up, shoving them in an envelope.

“I—I’m sorry I was just curious,” she whispered. SynTanner looked at her. Her face was drained of blood.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry you saw that.” He pulled her into his body and hugged her tightly. She buried her head in his chest.

“What was that stuff?” she asked.

“It’s one of the cases the feds had recruited me for. Before I went undercover, they had me working on that. Ten women went missing within months of each other and they all turned up dead in a similar fashion. They were all stabbed in the heart and their bodies were discarded almost as if the person who killed them once cared about them. Wrapped in blankets and they smelled like he bathed them. Almost like giving them a funeral without actually doing so. We’re not sure why he didn’t do that since he seemed to care so much, but he left their bodies usually in a park or somewhere with a large tree, wrapped up neatly.” Blossom pulled away from him.

“How did you know it was the same killer?”

“All the bodies smelled the same. but we didn’t know if it was his own cologne or something, he bathed them in. While undercover, the 10th victim was found. Since I was there, I was able to actually go to the crime scene. The moment I smelled whatever he put on them, I could never forget it. It was tangy and flowery. Almost as if he knew their bodies were going to rot and he was trying to keep them pretty and smelling beautiful. And it was sad really. Because they were all beautiful women who had promising futures. All of their families basically said the same. They had met a man and were excited to pursue a new relationship and then boom. They were killed, stabbed up to ten times in the heart as if the killer was signifying that they weren’t worthy of loving. The feds allowed me to keep a copy of everything and I’ve been working on it heavy since I was put on medical leave. Seems it was the only thing I could do. This thing is unsolved and I need to solve it. Not for my sake though. Those pure innocent lives deserve justice.” Blossom wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“You’re a beautiful man, Deputy SynTanner.”

“Ah, don’t make me blush.” The doorbell chimed through the house. Blossom jumped slightly, the bell taking her off guard.