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  We get out to the car and on the way back she plays with imaginary lint on her dress.

  I take her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing it. “Something on your mind?”

  “Am I going to need a safe word?”

  “Safe words are for Doms that lose control or push boundaries to the limit. I am not that guy. Reading a woman's body language is very important to me.”

  “Good to know. I trust you, Abbott.”

  “That is why we don't need a safe word.” I wink at her and she winks back.

  I laugh. Eliza has this spunk about her that I like a lot. She is funny, sexy and I'd say a submissive. She may not realize it, but she is.

  We get back to the house and I take everything I bought to my bedroom. Before we join my friends I let her know that Javen is the only person who knows about my past, and that her boss is my father.

  Sitting at the bonfire on a blanket with Eliza beside me is astounding. I don't do double dating, if that's what this is. I don't ever bring a girl to dinner with my friends. Hell, I barely do dates, period. Most of the woman I see are usually a sex only sort of thing. Yes, I've taken women out to dinner, but more for an ice breaker type thing. I've had a few blind dates set up in the past as well. I look at Eliza, is this a date? After all, I did invite her to have dinner with us tonight. Honestly, I don't fucking know and really don't care what it's called. As long as she's here with me, that is what's important.

  Eliza fits in well with my friends. If she's felt out of place at all, she hasn't shown it. She seems to get along well with Olivia the most. Which is great because… why is that great, Abbott? After tonight it's not like this is going to happen again. She has her job working for your long lost father. I have my life back home. This is just a weekend fling and nothing more. There's also the whole, I don't do relationships very well, thing. It hits me like a ton of bricks, Keets might be right. Maybe I do have a phobia when it comes to settling down. No, that's not it. I just haven't found the right woman for me yet.

  I snap out of my thoughts when Eliza nudges my shoulder with hers. Bill and Sandy are saying goodnight. I tell them goodnight and notice that Justin and Kim are no longer at the fire. I don't even know if they went to bed or went out. We all watch them head to bed. Is it that late already?

  “Have you ever felt like you’ve known someone before, but you’re just meeting them?” Olivia asks out of nowhere.

  “I have, it's sort of a comforting feeling, right?” Eliza replies.

  “It's spooky in a way. It makes you really think about whether or not you might have met before and you just can't place it.”

  Eliza releases a deep breath. “Yeah.” She slaps her hands on her lap. “Dinner was fantastic. I've never had steak with such flavors before.”

  Did Eliza just change the subject suddenly? It felt that way to me. “Yes, Olivia, you did a wonderful job with dinner, thank you.”

  “You are both welcome. I can't believe it's our last night here. I wish we could stay longer.”

  “We are staying a bit longer. My boss said maybe a week or two.”

  “Lucky! Javen and I have a child to get home to. Abbott has nothing going on, maybe he can swing a few extra days.”

  “Abbott and I have a project starting once we get home.”

  “Oh, I see. Must be top secret since I knew nothing of this. Nothing new.”

  “I'll be right back. Anyone need anything from the house?”

  I stand and everyone is all set. I head toward the house and Christ that conversation was uncomfortable. Thanks to Olivia for almost putting me in a situation I didn't want to be in. Staying in the Outer Banks longer is out of the question.

  I open the bags from the store earlier and place everything where I want it. I smile at the few items I bought that Eliza has no clue about. After we cashed out, I told her I forgot something and asked if she could wait in the car for me. It will probably catch Eliza off guard, I just hope it doesn't scare her off. I was standing in line and it came to me. I have to admit it kind of caught me off guard to have such an image in my mind. But it excites me knowing I'm going to do something I've never done before with Eliza. I check once more that everything is placed where I want it.

  I head back out to the fire, sitting back down next to Eliza. Keets is whispering to Olivia. So I do the same. “Now's the time to back out if you wish.”

  “Not a chance.”

  “I want you to excuse yourself, go to my room, and take off all your clothes then wait for me.”

  “Okay.” She sits up straight then leans back over to my ear. “On the bed?”

  I shake my head no. “On the floor.” I mouth back.

  “If you'll excuse me, I have to check in with my boss to make sure he got his daughter to sleep.” Eliza practically runs to the house. I laugh inside.

  “I didn't know the two of you have a project.”

  “It just came up earlier today.”

  “So much for retirement.” She jokes.

  “It's not work related, it is something else.”

  “I am sorry, Olivia, if you need Javen home I can manage on my own.”

  “You two have me wondering, but I know you’re not going to tell.”

  “It’s a personal matter.”

  “No, biggie. Don't sweat it.”

  “I'm going to go check on Eliza.”

  “See ya in the morning.”

  “Good night you two.”

  I laugh when I reach the sliding door to my bedroom. I slide it open, step inside, and close it behind me. Eliza has done what I asked. She waits for me on the floor naked in perfect form as a good little submissive would do. I turn back around and open the curtain she closed. I then walk toward her and circle around her, stopping in front of her.

  “You did a very bad thing, Eliza.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you ready to serve the consequences of your actions this morning?”

  “I am.”

  I hold out my hands in front of her and she places hers in mine. She gets to her feet. “There are zip ties on the nightstand, please get them for me.”

  Eliza sways her hips as she walks to the side of the bed. Her very spankable ass is calling for my hands. She walks back to me and I hold my hand out. “There is a yard stick over in the corner, I'll need that as well.” Once again I watch her incredible body move throughout the room and back to me. When she gives it to me, I lean it against the support beam. “Go stand in front of the dresser.” Eliza is very good at following directions. I walk over and stand behind her. “Hand me the earrings.” She does and I put them in my pocket. I move in closer and kiss her shoulder. “Open the top drawer.” I watch her reflection in the mirror. She swallows hard. “Take it out.” She reaches in and picks up the chained links. Her breathes pick up, her hands tremble a little. “Do you still trust me?” She nods her head. “I need you to say it.”

  “Yes, I trust you, Abbott.”

  “Play with your breast.”

  Eliza cups her breasts, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. I slip the collar around her neck that I got at the department store, leaving it a little loose. I get the clip on earrings from my pocket and spin her around to face me. I pinch her nipple and give it a tug. I clamp an earring on each nipple making them tight so that they won't slip off.

  I walk over to stand between two support beams. “Come.” She listens once again. “Hold your wrists out.”

  I put a zip tie around each wrist and then loop more together to make a chain. I then hook it to a nail over her head. I circle her body, satisfied with what I've done. I grab the yardstick and I notice Eliza watching out the sliding glass door. I see Javen and Olivia coming toward the house from the fire. I lift the yardstick and put it to her clit. Her eyes don't close. She continues to stare outside. I smirk. Eliza is quite the naughty girl. I like it.

  I go to the door and slide it open. I get their attention. When they see Eliza both just look at each other. “Eliza would like
it if you watch her punishment.”

  I don't stick around for their reply. I go back to Eliza and give her a tap on the nipples with the stick. I move around her and spank her ass three times. Then I put it between her legs and hit her thighs until she spreads her legs further apart. I smack her ass three times and move around her hitting her nipples, her clit, and her ass. If she closes her legs, I hit them too. The more I use the yardstick on her body, the harder it lands. I circle her five times before I stand behind her, using the collar to pull her head backward. I whisper in her ear to ask Javen and Olivia if she's had enough or deserved more. Javen answered for the two of them, more.

  “Do you agree with them that you deserve more?”

  “Yes, Sir, I did a very bad thing.”

  I cup her pussy, and shove two fingers inside her. I finger fuck her and Eliza moans between gasps of air. Her eyes close. Her body trembles. I remove my fingers before she cums. With the yardstick still in hand, I use it on her breast, and then I smack her ass with it ten times. My cock is throbbing. I need to be inside her. I drop the yardstick, undo my pants and hold my cock to her pussy. I am not gentle when I thrust my hips, sinking my cock in her tight cunt. I fuck her hard, giving her all of me. I play with her clit. I grip the collar and shove my cock in as far as I can. I release my orgasm and tell Eliza to cum.

  “Fuck yes,” she says.

  I'm not done with her body just yet. I take the loop off the nail and her arms fall. I command her to get down on her knees. Then I put my still stiff cock to her lips. She opens and when her mouth sucks me in, I throw my head back. I enjoy the feel of her lips wrapped around my manhood, taking me to the back of her throat. Her tongue strokes my shaft and good fucking God, I could cum again.

  I stop Eliza by pulling my cock out of her mouth. I bring her up to me and kiss her before going to the night stand to get the scissors. I free her wrists and then I go over and close the sliding door and the curtain. When I get back to her, I scoop her up into my arms, carrying her to the bed. I put a knee on the mattress, laying her down. I crawl up and hover above her.

  “You are too good to be true.”

  She smiles and touches my cheek. I thrust my hips, my cock penetrating her. I take my sweet time making love to her. I need every moment of this night to be memorable for her and myself. It's going to be tough letting her go tomorrow.

  Chapter Twelve

  I've been back home for three days from the Outer Banks. A few things have come up and I haven't had the time to open the box my father gave me. It's been sitting on a chair in my living room where I set it down as soon I as I walked in the front door. Javen is on his way over to go through whatever my father has put inside it. I'm curious to see what he has collected over the years. I am most curious whether or not he was ever close to finding me. Plus, I wouldn't mind knowing if he lied to me about himself being in the program. Anyone can change their name.

  I carry the box out to the dining room and set it on the table. I figure we might need the table space. The box isn't light, so there must be a lot of papers inside. I leave it there and go to my bedroom to get a notepad just in case we need it. I open the drawer to get it out and see my diary. I haven't written in it since the coffee shop. Staring at the diary, I wonder why I haven't felt compelled to write more. I haven't even thought about it since I had Javen read it. There is so much more to my past than the few chapters I did write about. I hear Javen call out my name. I get the notepad and close the drawer. I look at the diary one last time before I leave my room.

  Javen is sitting at my dining table. "You look like shit."

  "Thanks, you look marvelous yourself."

  I laugh. "I know, I'm a good-looking motherfucker." I pull out a seat. "Seriously, what's up with you?"

  "Something is bugging me."

  "Like what?"

  "It’s something Eliza said to Olivia the morning we left."

  "Are you going to tell me or keep me hanging?"

  "Abbott, I can't. I'm sworn to secrecy. Which is why I look like shit. I can't fucking sleep because of all these secrets." He gets up from his seat. "I need a drink."

  "Beer is in the fridge."

  "Fuck beer. I need the good shit."

  Whatever is bothering Keets it must be something big. I've known him enough years to know he isn't sleeping. Drinking at eleven in the morning, isn't him at all. I want to pry and find out what Eliza might have said to get under his skin this much. It's not like he'll see her again. I don't even plan on seeing her again, so why is she getting to him?

  Keets sets a drink down in front of me. He's already drinking his as he sits back down at the table. I eye him and he pretends I'm not staring at him.

  "Alright, I told you my deepest darkest secret. Just tell me what Eliza said."

  "Do you know who got me started on writing a diary?"

  "Not a clue."

  "Olivia." He polishes off his drink. "I need another. Then we are tackling this box."

  An hour into my father's box I have nothing to tell me that I was never supposed to be separated from him. It's receipts from places he's traveled to. I don't see what it has to do with me. I mean so what, he's traveled all over the United States. Any person can do that and say they were searching for someone. For all I know he likes to travel.

  "Okay, I have a shit ton of receipts over here with all sorts of dates on them. First one is dated four years ago. The newest one is only two weeks ago."

  "What are you thinking?"

  "Either he lives here or thought he was close to finding you."

  "Where is here?"

  "An hour away in Finnsville."

  "Wow, that's pretty close." I get up from the table and stretch my back. "I don't see what all this proves besides he likes to travel."

  "I want to know where he gets all his money."

  "Good question."

  I am surprised when Keets stands and dumps the rest of the contents out on the table. Some papers fall to the floor. I raise an eyebrow.

  "I need another drink. Do you need one?"

  "Now that you did that, yeah."

  I lean over the table, moving a few papers around. I find a green notebook and pick it up. I use my thumb on the edge of the pages to make a quick scan of how many pages are written on. It’s almost full.

  "What's that?"

  I open it and read the first page. "It's dated thirty years ago. It's a log of how many days he spent in Bloomburg searching for me." I turn the page, then another and another. He searched the entire state before he left, moving onto another one. It has a list of every place he searched, it looks like.

  "Where the fuck is Bloomberg?"

  "No clue."

  I get my cell phone and search. "It's in Pennsylvania." I move the maps around. "You've got to be kidding me! It is three hours from the Amish farm. According to this log he searched for me as he drove through every town in Pennsylvania."

  "So, he started his search in the same state you were in. That tells me he was in Pennsylvania, as well and that's why he started there. Maybe he's not lying and you were never supposed to be separated. Is that dated around the time you were put with the Parkinson's?"

  "I don't remember the date. I only remember I was twelve. We were from Kentucky. You and I both know you never get placed in the same state you live in."

  Keets kept combing through all the papers he dumped out as we talked. "This explains why there are so many receipts in Finnsville. He bought a house four years ago."

  "He's been an hour away for the last four years? Do you think he's known where I was for the last four years and never contacted me?"

  "It is possible. I gotta say knowing this and he just happened to be in the Outer Banks same time as us is a little fishy to me. He might have bumped into you by accident and based on your reaction at the restaurant, he might have decided to finally see where things could go between you two."

  "I’m going to keep digging," I say. I go through the entire log he kept.

>   Keets had quite a few drinks today and he ended up passing out on my couch. I called Olivia to let her know so that she didn't worry about him. She told me she would come and get him. I reassured her that he's fine, but she insisted on coming to get him.

  I look at all the papers spread out on the table. I didn't want her to know what her husband is helping me with, however, I don't want to put everything back in the box either. I could just tell her what is going on. It would be simpler, but I feel if I keep telling people about my past, it wouldn't be wise.

  Olivia knocks on my back door. I go and let her in. We go through the kitchen, down a hallway and to the living room.

  "He had quite a few drinks today and mentioned that he hasn't been sleeping."

  "I know, it started once we got back from vacation."

  "He said it had to do with something Eliza said to you when she was leaving."

  "Yeah, she said something a girl I used to know always said. It shouldn't be a reason for Javen to lose sleep over."

  "He seems to be resting well now. I have no problem with him staying here."

  We leave the living room and she spots the mess on the dining table. Before I can stop her, she goes right into the dining room and sits down. "I know this is your project the two of you are doing. I'm not supposed to know what you are up to. I can't help but wonder is this work? You both are supposed to be retired."

  "No, it really is for me." I take a moment contemplating if I should just give her a little information to put her mind at ease that this isn't Keets doing a secret mission for the FBI. I sigh. "The night at the restaurant when I ran out. I think the man might be my father."

  "Oh. I always assumed your parents passed away."

  "My mother did when I was ten. I was separated from my dad when I was twelve."

  "Hmm." She doesn't say anything else. I study her. I can almost see the wheels turning in her head. The questions building one by one. "You know, I was kinda hoping you and Eliza would turn into something more than a weekend fling. There's just something about her and I feel like she's a good fit for you."