Chapter 15: Part 1

Richard closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to be with Amanda again. He shuddered, grossed out by the way she looked now. Being with her would rank up there is getting his tonsils out and having a tooth pulled. She looked skanky now, not at all like his new quarry.



Down the block a prostitute stood on the corner selling her body. Richard wouldn't touch the bitch. Only idiots paid for sex. It was a man's right to fuck. God wouldn't have built men with such raging fire in their veins if he hadn't meant for them to take what they wanted.



No, he'd go search the docks and find the bitch that he wanted. Then he would take her and make her his special lover. She'd never be the same. Maybe he could take the guy too and have him watch.



Richard checked his watch. Damn, he needed to calm down. Two hours had passed since he saw Delanie leave the police station. How the fuck had two hours disappeared. He tried to remember anything that had taken that long but he couldn't.



He ran through the city, ignoring angry drivers and pedestrians he knocked to the ground. The miles between the police station and the wharf disappeared. He'd almost made it to the dock where his boat sat when he tripped, almost falling to the ground. He caught himself and sunk to his knees.



What the fuck was he doing. This type of behavior would do him no good. He needed to calm down. Delanie couldn't have gone far.



Few people were on the street and those who saw him steered clear. A bar with its flashing neon signs beckoned him. He entered the place, ignoring the patrons. The bathrooms were indicated by a small sign. With purpose he headed back to the back of the place, hoping that his visage would keep questions at bay.



He could reset and take control of the emotions raging through him. The fucking bitch had gotten away. He couldn't change that now. But total focus would make everything all right.



Richard locked the bathroom door and slid to the floor. He breathed in then out, clearing his mind of the attack and the lost opportunity. If he had captured her he would be well on his way to Panama and no one here in the Bahamas would ever seen him again.



Sailing through the open ocean with Delanie by his side would make up for the losses he had suffered. He focused on the goal, thinking about how wonderful it would be to hold her in his arms after he disciplined her for a few hours.



Her body would be raw and aching. His salve would sooth her wounds. She would be so appreciative of his efforts. If she fought him he would tie her up. Restraints were necessary sometimes.



Just the thought of her being restrained was enough for him to almost come. He stood and fixed his mind the various ways he would subdue her. He unzipped his pants and released onto the wall.



The release was enough to easy his worries and calm his rage. She would be his. He could feel it now, the certainty he felt before each one of his previous girls rocked through his body. Well, he'd felt it before the successful ones. The unsuccessful girl had been a fluke. He hadn't had that feeling and he knew he never should have taken her. Changing his pattern had been a huge mistake. He should have stuck to his usual operating procedures.



The loss had thrown him off. Now he knew what he needed to do. He'd find Delanie, wait and watch and then once the perfect opportunity presented itself he'd pounce.

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011