"What is going on, Tracy?"
She stopped a few feet away from him and lowered her head.
"We need to talk."
The two walked to his car silently and got in next to each other. As soon as the door shut, he turned to her.
"Why are you here?"
"What do you know about John Tice, anyway?"
"Tracy, is this still about Jenna?" He sighed, "I thought that-"
"This has nothing to do with Jenna," she stomped her foot onto the plush floor mat. Perhaps because of all the words fighting to get out of her mouth, Tracy’s voice quickly raised. "Gordon has been spying on us!"
"What?"
Mr. Hayes looked genuinely shocked by her accusations. He turned away slowly and roared the engine to life.
"He was hired by Tice, Mr. Hayes. That pretentious f**k has been watching our every move."
He shifted into drive and guided the car out of the hotel’s expansive parking lot. When they reached the street, he asked, "Why?"
"I don’t know. I don’t think that even Gordon did. He didn’t plan on becoming a part of all this."
"Neither did you."
She sighed and looked out the window. Everything seemed like a blur- a giant smudge that filled the entirety of the glass pane. What could she possibly say to that?
They rode in silence for the fifteen minutes that it took to get back to the Hayes estate. By then, it was almost 4 in the morning and all the inside lights were dark. Tracy had to feel her way through the foyer and up the stairs. The whole way, Mr. Hayes stayed closed behind her with his hand placed lovingly on the small of her back.
Once inside the massive bedroom, Tracy kicked her shoes off blindly into the darkness. Mr. Hayes went into the bathroom and flicked on a small light, flooding the room with a soft, yellow glow. He watched her carefully as she stripped off her dress and cast it aside almost angrily.
"So how do you know all of this?"
Tracy froze. She couldn’t tell him about her dreams; but the visions of his crescent-shaped scar that broke everything wide open. And, yet, she hadn’t considered what she would say when confronted.
"I recognized him," she said honestly. "Maybe I saw him at the party where Jenna tried to murder you, I don’t know. There was something that wasn’t right, so I went and found out what."
Mr. Hayes seemed to reluctantly accept her answer. Tracy walked over to where he was standing and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.
He whispered to her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she said breathlessly.
Mr. Hayes grabbed and moved her toward the bed, planting gentle kisses against the side of her neck. The mounting tension of the night immediately took her over, creating an all new hunger for him that she never knew existed.
Tracy immediately wrapped her legs around him, pressing her pu**y against him with an eager groan.
"I love you," he sighed onto her neck.
"I love you, too," she smiled and closed her eyes. "Now, why don’t you make love to me?"
He laughed a knowing chuckle and threw her onto the bed. She flipped over and pulled her knees up under her, elevating her round ass to him. Mr. Hayes used both hands to yank down her panties and then he pulled one hand back, bringing it back down onto her cheek with a loud pop.
Tracy sucked the air through her teeth and wiggled her rear at him, begging for more. After everything that she had been through, the shocking sting was the only thing that could bring her back down to earth.
Mr. Hayes spanked her again, this time hard enough to make her yelp. Her body instinctively lurched forward and fell back toward him, where she was met by another brutal whip.
He continued his assault, beating both each side in turn until two bright red circles were left behind. When he was satisfied with his work, he wedged his hands between Tracy’s thighs and pushed them apart.
"Mr. Hayes," she cried out.
His frantic pace almost seemed to slow him down as he fumbled with his belt and pants. Tracy turned over onto her back and looked up at him, watching his every move. She looked on as he stripped off every article of clothing in a manner of seconds.
There was a hungry desperation there that Tracy could recognize easily.
She pushed herself up with her hands behind her and kissed him, their greedy tongues exploring each other like it was their very first time. Mr. Hayes reached down, grabbed her waist, and dragged her entire body closer to him.
Tracy spread her legs open, letting him sink into her in one easy movement.
"Fuck yes," she gasped and arched her back toward him.
The way that he filled her would never get old.
His girth pushed her tingling walls open wide, massaging every nerve ending with precision. Tracy watched on as he stayed upright and pounded into her, thrusting her body up and down under his powerful movements.
Mr. Hayes reached down to her cl*t and extended a thumb, massaging the pink flesh surrounding it. Tracy threw her head back and cried out his name. He knew exactly how to please her.
"I’m-"
She couldn’t even finish her sentence. Instead, she gasped and closed her eyes as the tight grip of release took over her body. Deep inside, the walls of her pu**y clenched around Mr. Hayes’ shaft in hard, commanding pulses. Both of them could feel it.
"Oh God," she proclaimed loudly and threw her arms to the side.
Mr. Hayes finally leaned down to her and dipped both hands beneath her bra, pushing it up to expose her bouncing br**sts to him. For a minute he just watched, but the lure of her sexy curves drew him- and his mouth- in.
His tongue explored every ridge and bump of her ni**les, one after the other. The sensation made Tracy shiver with joy.
Not long after, Mr. Hayes abruptly moved up and locked lips with her just in time to release his hot seed into her channel. It spilled out into her with a warm rush that made her moan onto his lips.
He pumped his cum into her a few last times before falling over to her side with a sigh of pure exhaustion. Tracy wrapped her arm around his shoulders, forcing him to rest his head on her naked, glistening chest. In that moment, she felt like she could stay there with him forever.
Unfortunately, there was still some business to attend to.
Without much of a break, Mr. Hayes propped himself up on an elbow and grabbed his pants from the floor next to him. He took his phone out of the pocket and unlocked it.
"What was that number, again?"
He dialed as she spoke, looked over to her quickly and pressed the green ‘call’ button. Even though it was pressed to his ear, Tracy could hear it ringing. Though she wasn’t even the one making the call, it felt like her stomach had leapt up into her throat.