nine

When I had come into work on Monday after the bar incident and the unusual meeting of another gang member, I cancelled my usual session with Matthew Sanders for that day. I said I wanted it moved to Tuesday morning. I had taken Monday to clear my head, or as clear it as much as I possibly could between my extended session with Jimmy and barely-there session with Jeremy. I still couldn’t seem to get through to that kid. He was lost in himself. But that wasn’t going to be my issue today. There were things I needed to get through to Matt and that we needed to discuss.

I had written out on a piece of paper all of the topics I wanted to go over with him. One of the first things being that my life outside of work did not involve him and that he needed to stay out of it. I also wanted to ask him how he managed to get in touch with Brian, then mystery man, in such a short period of time… and at night… I understood the possibility of allowing his lawyer to talk to him, but it just seemed unusual that he would’ve been able to make another phone call right after that. It had to have been around midnight when those calls were made. It just seemed fishy. I also needed to talk to him about being honest with me if we were going to be tape recording everything now. I didn’t need him giving me false information because the tape recorder would be running and he wanted out of here. I would much rather him continue to open up to me with it being fully confidential.

I heard a knock on my door and looked up from my pad of paper. Billy opened my door, “Ivy, Shadows is here for you.”

“Thanks, Billy,” I smiled. “You can bring him in. Let’s just do the same as usual… no restraints.”

Billy nodded and pushed Matt into the room. Billy had Matt lean his chest against the wall so that he could be un-cuffed. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything,” Billy smiled at me, twirling the cuffs in his left hand with his index finger.

“Thanks so much,” I beamed as he shut the door behind himself. I moved my gaze onto the figure in front of me. Matt was leaning with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and a blank look on his face. “Good morning, Matthew.”

“Why did you cancel yesterday?” He asked me, still with a blank face, but a tinge of hurt in his tone. “All you had to do was ask to see me two days in a row.”

“We need to have a discussion, and I’d appreciate if you would sit for it,” I responded, giving him a forced smile. He continued to stand against the wall. “I said sit.”

“You don’t give me commands, Ivy,” he furrowed his brows. “Now tell me why you didn’t want to see me yesterday.”

I sighed, “Matthew, what goes on in my life outside of work isn’t any of your business. I appreciate your concern for my well-being, but I don’t need you sending one of your men to watch out for me.”

He rolled his eyes, “Any other bitch would be flattered that I sent Vengeance to watch over them for the evening.”

“I’m not any other bitch, Matt. I’m your fucking psychiatrist! You’re in prison! I don’t need protection from your fucking gang!” I screamed, then frowned, realizing I just crossed the line. “I’m sorry. That was really wrong of me.”

He sighed, moving away from the wall and sitting in his normal chair in front of my desk. “I just wanted to know you got home safely, Ivy. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“How did you contact him? How did Brian contact you? You didn’t talk to them on the buildings line, did you?” He shook his head to say no. I groaned and pulled at my hair, “You have a cellphone in here.”

“If you want my number all you have to do is ask, baby,” he smirked at me. “It makes things easier with deals and keeping in contact with my men. Plus I now have an amazing photo of your backside on it from the bar on Friday.” I put my head in my hands and he laughed, “Say it… What am I going to do with you, Matthew?”

I let out a small laugh from him mocking me, “I’m not going to tell you what to do, that’s not my job… but, watch yourself and keep your nose out of my personal life, please.”

“You’re personal life is just as much my business as mine is yours,” he said, dominantly. As if it weren’t questionable. A command he was giving me. I wanted insight into his life, so I was going to have to allow him to let his pions watch over me. “Vengeance will watch you from a distance. He won’t interfere with anything unless he senses danger. It’s for the best, Ivy.”

“How is that for the best?” I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. “My boss finds out that your men are following me to keep me safe, my ass is grass. I’m already in enough shit because of you.”

“You said it yourself, babe. Other people in here think we’re fucking. They’ll send their men after you to get to me because I’m stuck in here. They think you’re my bitch. They think you’re going to get me out. They want to see my kingdom crumble. It is for your safety that Vengeance just keeps an eye out.” I went to speak and he cut me off, “Just trust me on this, please.”

“I need your number,” I said loud enough for him to hear me, but quiet enough for me to tell myself I didn’t really just say that. I handed him my phone and he put his number in, then gave it back to me. “I will call you if I feel that I’m being smothered by Vengeance and need him to back off, understand?”

“I love when you take control” he growled, his eyes darkening. “So sexy.”

“Let’s stay focused, please,” I tried to keep a straight face. He was staring at me, his eyes piercing right into me. I gave in and stared back at him. He licked over his bottom lip and I felt myself gnawing at mine. I started playing with the hem of my shirt, not knowing how to react with his darkened gaze on me. He started to smirk, showing his teeth and starting to get some dimple action going. I looked down at my fiddling hands, “Matt, stop.”

“Stop what?” I could hear the smirk in his voice. I continued to look down, feeling my cheeks heating up a bit and continuing to fiddle with the hem of my shirt. “Look at me, Ivy,” he commanded and I looked up, my eyes meeting his again, my body instantly getting hot. He got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to my side of the desk, leaning his hip against it while looking down at me, his eyes never leaving mine.

I tried to swallow the growing lump in my throat, still gnawing on my bottom lip out of nervousness. By this point my hands were no longer fiddling with the hem of my shirt, but were trembling on my lap. My body was so hot it had to have been coated with a thin layer of sweat. I wanted so badly to get up from my seat and open the window up for some fresh, cool air, but I couldn’t move. I was being held captive by his darkened gaze, and I couldn’t escape from it.

I let out a shaky breath and tried to stand up, just to have my back pushed against the wall of my office. A soft groan escaped from my lips as Matt’s chest pushed up against mine. My arms were pinned up on either side of me, his right knee in between my legs, hoisting me up on the wall. His lips were inches from mine. His eyes were still glued to mine.

“Matt,” I whispered, my lips almost touching his while I spoke.

“Tell me what you want,” he said darkly, that dominant personality coming out. When I didn’t answer he pushed me harder against the wall, moving his knee out from under me and pressing his lower region against my own. “Tell me what you want, Ivy,” he repeated.

“You, Matt. I want you.” I whined and wrapped my legs around his waist.

His lips crashed against mine, hungrily kissing me. I was quick to deepen the kiss, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to me. His tongue battled mine as my right hand embedded itself in his hair, tugging at his dark roots on the back of his head. He let out a growl as I yanked at his hair, pulling his head away from mine. He caught my bottom lip in his teeth and tugged at it as I pulled him from me, causing me to whimper like a puppy. His darkened hazel eyes stared into my brown ones as he moved me away from the wall, wrapped up in his arms. He placed me down onto my desk, knocking my belongings onto the floor underneath us. He kissed my lips hard once more, then started softly kissing down my neck and onto the exposed area of my chest. I let out a quiet whine each time he nipped at my skin. His left hand intertwined itself in my hair, while his right hand began to creep up my skirt.

“Do you always get this wet?” he whispered lowly, placing his forehead on mine and kissing me lightly. His right hand rubbing me through my underwear.

I looked at him through my lashes, my cheeks turning a tinge of pink, “Only around you.”

“That’s my girl,” he beamed, smiling ear-to-ear, grabbing my bottom lip with his exposed teeth. I whined again, and he pushed my underwear to the side and inserted a finger into me.

I let out a few soft whimpers with each pump of his finger. “I want all of you, now,” I lowered my brows at him, my gaze finally as dark as his.

He let out a more audible growl at my command and I grabbed the back of his head again, pushing his lips down on mine. He reached down and freed himself from his pants, pulled his head away from me and held his hand up to my mouth. I licked and spit on his hand, then prepared myself for what was coming. It was if he knew I was going to let out a scream; the second he entered me his hand went around my throat and his lips were back on mine. For a few moments, I forgot where we were. I wasn’t thinking of my office. I wasn’t thinking of the prison. I wasn’t thinking that the guards were right outside my door and I needed to be quiet. Thank god Matt was able to be in control, because I wasn’t.

With each thrust my eyes rolled back, my chest rising up and down as my hips moved to meet his. He gave me his all with each movement, ensuring to fill me to the brim. Each time he slammed into me his grip tightened on my throat, just in case I were to let out a squeal. I’m sure he knew that was driving me even more crazy as my hands clawed at my desk. I tried my best to keep my eyes on him, he would look down at himself going in and out of me, and when he noticed that I looked down there too, I felt his gaze move onto my face. I looked up to see a smirk plastered on his face. We didn’t last long. Between the time it had been since either one of us had been with someone, and from the last couple months of sexual tension, it was maybe a five minute fuck. I felt his thrusts become sloppy and I pushed myself onto my elbows, then grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to me, his chest against mine. I connected my lips to his and put my arms under his shirt, digging my short nails into his back. He let out another low growl against my mouth as he took the hand that was around my neck and moved it down to my clit, making quick circles with his thumb.

“I don’t want to hear a sound,” he looked me in the eye as his thrusts sped up. I felt myself getting ready to release. I tried my hardest to not make a sound, holding in my whimpers and whines to the point that I had tears in my eyes. “Cum with me, baby,” he commanded me again, his thumb still making circles, his thrusts getting harder. His other hand held onto my cheek, he placed his lips on mine and I felt my whole body tingling. I cried out in his mouth as I came. He groaned and kissed me hard, filling me with his own orgasm.

We laid there for a second, catching our breath. I opened my eyes to meet his hazel ones staring at me as he rubbed my cheek with the hand on my face. He kissed my lips lightly one more time, then my forehead, before removing himself from me and pulling his pants up. He moved my underwear back to their spot, and re-positioned my skirt. I sat up and watched him as he took his seat in that chair across from my desk, leaning down and grabbing my notepad, handing it to me. I took it and hopped off my desk, running my hands through my hair, then pulling it up in a bun. I straightened out my shirt and sat down in my chair. We both stared at each other for a couple minutes, taking in what just happened.

“What else do we need to talk about?” He smiled softly, “You had a lot on that list.”

I took a deep breath and looked over the list, laughing, “Give me a minute to compose myself.” He let out a chuckle and then I looked over the list again, “Okay. I’m ready. Brian called you and told you about what I said, right? How my reports aren’t going to mean much if you don’t let me record you…”

“I’m not going to lie on the recordings,” Matt laughed shaking his head. “I’m just not going to say shit that is going to get me in trouble on them, either. I’ll talk to you, but not about murders… not about hostages… not about shootings. We’ll talk about other stuff on them. Like I said, Ivy. I don’t want you to have those images in your head. I’m getting out of here regardless of a confession or not.”

I nodded, “Well, then I’m going to start tape recording our sessions together then from the minute you come in until I tell you otherwise.”

“Are you still going to record them when I’m inside of you?” He raised an eyebrow at me, showing off those infamous dimples again, too. “That was exactly like I dreamed it would be… wait for it…”

I shook my head and laughed, “Matthew, what the hell am I going to do with you?”

“That’s my girl.”

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