Page 32 of Paddle Bunny
Stopping in front of the door, Morgan looked over his shoulder at the two police officers who were dressed in jeans and t-shirts with their badges hanging from their necks. They were off duty but had agreed to allow Morgan to lead on this. If necessary, they would step in and arrest the man for whatever they could. Taking photographs in a private club then posting them on the internet had to be illegal. That would allow them to arrest him and hold him while they tore his life apart to figure out what other cybercrimes he might have committed, or if his crimes were more serious.
The two officers moved to stand in front of Zoe. As Dominants, they also understood to keep Zoe from harm.
Morgan nodded back then glanced at his partners who looked as angry as he felt. Receiving a nod from each of them, he turned and knocked on the door.
As he was preparing to knock again, the door opened, and he understood why the man wore a mask. From his eyebrows to the top of his head was covered with what looked like burn scars.
“Rico Espinoza?”
“Yeah, who are you?”
Instead of introducing himself, Morgan pulled back and hit the man as hard as he could in the belly. The man folded forward with a grunt. Morgan then brought his knee up, slamming it into the man’s face. When the man fell to the floor, Morgan stepped over him and walked into the apartment. The others followed, closing and securing the door once they were all inside.
“You do realize that wasn’t entirely necessary,” Tully said with a smirk as he and Griffin picked the man up and carried him further into the apartment.
Viking brought a straight-back chair from the dining room table and after pushing the coffee table aside, set it down. After Tully set the unconscious man in it, Griffin pulled out his cuffs and then pulled Rico’s arms behind his back and cuffed him.
With Tully standing over the man, the others fanned out, looking for his computer. Morgan found it in the bedroom, along with disks and several external hard drives.
“Found them,” he called, bringing the others into the room.
“Don’t touch anything,” Griffin advised as he pulled a pair of purple latex gloves out of his pocket. “Go talk to him while I collect all this as evidence. I have a feeling this asshole is into a lot more than just filming naked women at sex clubs.”
By the time he returned to the living room, Rico was waking up. When he opened his eyes and lifted his head, Zoe moved to stand in front of him.
“Why?” she asked. “What did I ever do to you to make you ruin my life like you did?”
Rico stared at her as if he did not know who she was. Then recognition dawned. “You’re the bitch on the cross. The almost doctor who treats kids. Do you play your filthy games with them? Or just their daddies?”
The crack of her hand slapping his face filled the stunned silence. “My private life is just that. Private. At least it was until you decided to make it very, very public. What gives you the right to hurt me in such a way?”
Rico shrugged and smirked. “It wasn’t personal. I didn’t know who you were until Jesse told me. I was there looking for someone else. Someone with secrets I could profit from. It took weeks for me to find someone willing to get me into the club, and then I didn’t see anyone who would be embarrassed enough to pay me off not to tell the world they visited a sex club.”
That earned him another slap, this time from Viking. “There’s a reason we have NDAs and a vetting process that rivals some government agencies. It’s to keep trash like you out.”
Morgan wanted to tear the man apart but decided that between his confession and what Griffin and Tully would find on his computer, there was more than enough to land him in jail for years to come.
He crossed to Zoe’s side. “Heard enough?”
She wrapped herself around his body and nodded. “I’m ready to take that vacation you mentioned earlier.”
He kissed the top of her head before turning and walking out. He knew Bjorn and Viking would be right behind them while Griffin and Tully would stay behind and begin the official police investigation into Rico Espinoza and his cybercrimes.
Chapter Nineteen
Zoe stared out from the porch where Morgan had secured her wrist and ankle cuffs to hooks set deep into the back porch of the cabin. It had been five days since her life imploded and three since they’d arrived here at a gorgeous cabin high in the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina.
Morgan admitted this was one of the houses he owned, and the one he preferred over all the others. The house was set in the middle of a thousand acres of forest with no neighbors who would be able to see her in all her nakedness.
On their arrival, he had stripped her and had yet to give her anything to wear. Today was warm enough to play outside, and Zoe had to admit she had loved every minute of their vacation.
“Relax your ass,” Morgan said.
He stepped up behind her and stroked a warm hand down her spine. That hand then moved further down, between her ass cheeks until he was rubbing circles around her puckered star.
A moment later, she squealed as cold liquid trickled down between her cheeks. She arched her back when he began to spread the lube around and into her back hole. Morgan slid a finger deep before twisting it side to side, spreading the lube well inside and out.
A moment later, he pulled his finger from her body and the cool, wet, blunt head of something else replaced it.