Chapter 148

Book 3 - Ch. 148: Pictures Tell All

JUDE POV

It is good getting my mind off shit while Jace and I get to planning the details to that Nessa bitch’s downfall.

Between my relationship with Beth and my fucked up mixed feelings for Ella, I need to have my mind on

something else. Once we are done planning, Jace puts on the game, and we order takeout to be delivered.

Ella sleeps for quite a while, but then again, I probably would too if I worked myself up trying to climax with

only a pillow and blankets to hump.

The footage that Lil’ D brings up on his phone is amusing to watch, but it is also hot as fuck. I literally have to

excuse myself and go use the restroom to rub one off after watching her grind that fucking pussy against the

lucky pillow. Of course, she will have to be punished for disobeying our instructions but for now, we let her

sleep.

We are an hour into the game when we hear movement in the playroom. Jace is too into the game, so he nods

at me to go check on Ella, which is fine by me; I think the game is a bit boring. My team isn’t playing, so I’m not

as invested in it as he is. I walk down the hall and can hear the cuffs clanking against the bars to the cage. A

slight smile curves my face as I remember the picture of her dry humping the pillow; Precious is definitely

something else.

“Hey sweet girl, are you ready to come out and have something to eat?”

“Yes please, Master Jude.” Her voice is small and sounds far away from where I’m standing by the door.

Padding over to the bed, I squat and look inside the cage. The pillow she used has been moved, and she’s

looking at me with innocent blue eyes, “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, Master Jude, thank you.”

“You must have worked yourself up, huh?” I grin as I uncuff her and then open up the door.

“I think all the edging is what wore me out, Master Jude.”

“I see. Maybe we should see to your pleasure, since we tortured you so much earlier.” I can’t help but tease

her. I’m not giving anything up, I’ll let Jace have the honors of doing that.

“That’s okay, Master Jude, I’m good.” She has the audacity to smile up at me sweetly.

“But you must be hurting for release, are you not?” I take her hand and help her to stand.

“Nope, I must have slept it off, but thank you for offering, Master Jude.” She runs into the bathroom

while I head back out to the living room to inform Jace of his little vixen.

“So, she is playing it off as though she didn’t fuck the pillow?” He snickers, “Well, I believe I’ll have her

show us just how she did it. He points to the floor in front of the television where he’s arranged some

throw pillows.

The thought of watching Ella dry hump a pillow right in front of me for punishment is too much. I’ve got

the worst case of blue balls and a blow job isn’t going to cut it. “Uh, I think I’m going to step out for a bit,

give you two a little alone time.”

“Jude, you don’t have to leave...”

“Yeah, I do. I’m just gonna go grab a beer or two down at the

sports bar down the road. You do what you have to do.” I grab my wallet and phone just as Ella comes

down the hall, still butt ass naked, “See you after a bit.” My jaw is clenched as tight as my balls are as I

say goodbye and walk out the door.

I decide to call Beth on my way to the bar since it’s about two blocks away. Her phone rings about five

times before it goes to voicemail, “Hey baby. I just thought I’d call and see how things are going. I’m

headed to a bar down the road to give Jace and Ella some time alone. Call me when you get this, I love

you, baby.” Hanging up, I sigh. It isn’t really like her not to answer when I call, but maybe she’s in the

shower. Looking at the time, I realize that it is about the time she usually gets ready for bed.

Before I realize it, I’m already at the bar. I go in and order a beer and then take a seat on a stool

furthest from everybody else and then I just keep to myself. I do a little digging on the Jacobs as I sit

here with nothing else to do. Mayor Donovan Jacobs, married to Kimberly Michelson-Jacobs, two

grown kids, a twenty-five-year- old son, Trevor, and a twenty-two-year-old daughter, Vanessa Jacobs.

The bitch is hot, I have to give her that. What I wouldn’t do to be able to torture her until she cries,

begging for mercy, yet finding none.

A loudmouth drunk starts rambling on about how the president is screwing things up again as he

watches one of the television screens. Fucking politics, I tell you! The drunk reminds me of my old man,

almost looks like him too, with shaggy graying hair and a day-old beard. His eyes are bloodshot

because he’s probably been drinking since three or four this afternoon, and it’s already going on nine at

night. He’s wearing a wedding band, which tells me that a poor woman is most likely waiting up for him

so she can reheat his dinner, but then it tastes like shit because it’s been reheated. He will probably

shove it to the floor and then shove her down to clean his mess up, or he will beat her into submission.

The other alternative, and this one is one I’ve experienced, is that he will get home and his wife will

either be drunk herself or shooting up just so she can take the beating that she knows is coming, all

because her husband doesn’t know how to go to his AA meetings.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure those two scenarios sum it up, “Well, hello there handsome. I’ve never seen you

in here before.” I turn around a little more on my stool and a gorgeous dark-skinned woman stares back

at me.

I grin, “That’s because this is my first time being in here. What is a pretty girl like you doing in a place

like this? You look too good to be here.”

“I’d say the same about you, too. How about we both get out of here and find a place more...suitable?”

She runs her tongue over her luscious lips before biting the bottom one.

The woman is hot, no doubt, but she’s not doing anything for me. For some reason, these days, there

are only two woman that can hold my attention long enough to be able to get to my cock, and I don’t

think I have to say their names. Even thinking of our pet at home isn't really doing anything for me any

longer.

“As much as I would love nothing more than to accompany a beautiful woman such as yourself, I’m

afraid I’m unavailable, sweetheart.” I give her my gleaming white smile that the women love.

“Well, whoever she is, she sure is lucky. You have yourself a wonderful night...”

“Jude...the name’s Jude.” “Mm, hot as sin with a name to match.” She bites her lip once more, "I’d get

on my knees and praise you any day!" She then turns away, only looking back once more before

joining her friends over by the pool tables.

I nod at the bartender, “Give that group of ladies a round on me, will you?”

“Will do.”

I watch as the guy makes a few fruity drinks, along with some shots of whiskey and then carries the

tray over to the group. I wait for the woman to look up at me and I hold up my beer bottle and smile.

She returns the smile and then shoots the whiskey. Ah, if I wasn’t taken, she’d be a woman after my

own heart.

My phone buzzes with an incoming text message and I check it to see that it’s Riku from the Training

Center. I frown a little because I thought he had some kind of special thing going on tonight. Riku

belongs to some Japanese club that travels around teaching the Shibari technique and there is some

awards ceremony for that taking place tonight. This text can only mean two things, he’s either bored

out of his mind or he’s sending me a picture of a hot chick he’s found to keep him company for the

night.

I grin and shake my head as I tap on the attachment. Once my eyes focus on the picture, my smile begins to

drop. Is this some kind of joke? I quickly dial his number and he answers on the first ring, “ Jude, I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck is going on, Riku? Where are you?”

“Well, me and a few others got bored with the awards ceremony

and wandered over to the hotel bar, and that’s when I saw her. She hasn’t seen me yet, but she’s all over him

and I’m not saying it like it’s a D/s thing. It looks like they are on a date or something.”

I’m seeing red at the moment, and so I take myself outside and look at the picture again. I didn’t notice the first

time but now I see it. She’s at the fucking hotel that she works at, and she’s with her fucking boss! Not only

that, but the picture also has her straddling his lap, making out with the asshole!

“Jude!” I hear Riku call my name through the speaker.

“I’m here,” I say, “Do me a favor, will you?”

“Of course.”

“Video call me and then hand your phone to a friend and have him take it to her.”

“Jude, are you sure?” My friend sounds concern, but he should feel better knowing that I’m all the way across

the country and can’t get my hands on that piece of shit.

“One hundred fucking perfect positive.” I state.

“Okay, give me a minute.” He hangs up and a moment later I’m accepting a video call from him, “Here we

go...”

I see him pass his phone to a friend and then next thing I know, I hear his friend talking to Beth, “Excuse me

miss, you have a call.”

He then holds the screen up in front of them both and Beth’s smile drops immediately, “Hello, Beth...”