Threat 7

It had been four days since the laundry room lay. Lucas made certain to make his presence known to her. Following her around town in his cruiser, waiting outside the school, grocery store or wherever she went. The first day she snubbed him, pretending she didn’t see. The second day she seemed annoyed, the third she appeared curious. Lucas knew what was happening, he knew she was waiting for him to make a move. Wondering when he’d have sex with her again.

Feeling tense Mrs. Vicks?

Now, the fourth day she gazed at him. The looks lasting longer and longer.

Tomorrow she’ll be angry. Do I want angry or willing? This time I want willing.

A mile from her house, he pulled her over. As he walked up to her car she was fidgeting, not knowing where to look.

Very cute.

“Good afternoon Mrs. Vicks.” She avoided his eyes and nervously nodded. “You need to follow me in your car.” He returned to his vehicle and passed her, soon skating over the 40mph speed limit by ten. She kept up, so he went faster, so did she. Once he was within a mile of his house, he pushed the pedal another ten. It was a curvier stretch of road, one he knew well but not friendly to most drivers. She had no problem keeping up. Her compact Honda held the curves.

Damn. She can drive.

He parked to on one side of the driveway and opened the garage door. She was parked beside him and looking at him for guidance. He pointed at the garage as the door slid up, out of the way. The car slowly pulled in, he hopped out of his cruiser and followed. Pressing the button by the laundry room door, the chains reversed the door’s path. Standing in the entry to the interior he waited for her, her eyes low, he let her pass and then smartly spanked her ass.

There was no way to lock down the smile on his face as she “eeped” and rubbed her stung cheek with her hand. He led the way to the living room and she paused, facing the way of his bedroom. Taking her arm he led her to the expansive living room where she saw a star shaped bench. She paused and he jerked her forward. A pair of handcuffs were fastened to a metal loop at the end of each point.

“Undress,” he said as he approached the bench. Her eyes didn’t leave the ominous piece of furniture as she pulled her jeans off, she didn’t seem to even blink when her long sleeve tshirt slipped over her head. Wearing a bra and panties, she stood timidly. Lucas, on the other hand, was completely bare and standing tall. His back to her, he said, “Everything off Mrs. Vicks.” The last two articles of clothing were soon in a pile with her other things. Pointing at where her parts should go, he said, “Lie down on your back. Head, arm, leg, leg, arm.”

Sitting herself in the middle, she extended her legs and said, “I won’t go anywhere. I’ll hold still.”

He smiled, “I know. The cuffs will see to it.”

She tried again, “Can I just hold onto the hand ones?”

His answer was a cuff clicking around her wrist, he quickly straddled her and did the other. She quietly whimpered as he quickly turned and snapped her ankles in place.  Turning to face her, he kneeled on the benches, right beneath her arms, his cock dangling limply in her face. She closed her eyes and turned her face away. Lucas swung his hips, grazing his dick back and forth over her cheek.

“Mmmm,” he sighed. “I could do this for awhile.” Her eyes turned to look at him. “What are you thinking Mrs. Vicks?” She closed her eyes. He bent down and bit her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. “What would you like from me today?” She started at that, her eyes wide and staring at him. “What? Don’t you think I wish to service you?” She opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut. “All right. I’ll play then.”

He got up and went to the kitchen. She loathed being locked up and left alone. “Lucas?” she called. He didn’t answer. She tried again, “Officer Lucas?” The panic in her voice was thick.

Normally he’d leave women hanging but she was different. “I’m here Stella.” He was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through his mail, wasting time. He said to himself, “Just getting you accustomed to a new life Mrs. Vicks.”  A couple minutes passed and then he heard the clink of the cuffs. He said quietly, “Get comfortable Mrs. Vicks, I won’t be in there for awhile.” For the next fifteen minutes he read his Popular Science magazine that had just arrived, listening to her test the restraints. Her muted grunts getting louder as she tried harder to escape. Another ten minutes passed. When he heard her breathing change into something resembling panic he called out to her, “Relax Mrs. Vicks.” She held her breath, hopeful he’d come let her go. But he didn’t. Five more minutes went by.

“Officer Lucas?” she said timidly. He ignored her. Another minute. “Lucas? Lucas I-..”

He waited a moment, “You’re being trained Mrs. Vicks.”

“Trained? For what?”

He grinned. “To be obedient and patient.”

“By locking me up?”

“Would you like to see what happens when you’re disobedient?” She was quiet. The whole house felt still.

Didn’t think so Mrs. Vicks. But it will happen and I will enjoy it.

Her next question amused him, “Am I being punished now?”

He bit back a snicker and decided she needed to hear his expectations and see his face. He strode purposefully toward her, for a millisecond she was relieved to see him but then she saw his cold gray eyes and steel-like presence. It was power with an under layer of menace. “No Mrs. Vicks. This is training. When I tell you to lie still, you lie still. When I tell you to undress, you undress fully. When I tell you to crawl, you crawl. When I restrain you, you wait patiently. You do not speak unless I speak to you. When you are disobedient you will be punished. You will grovel and seek my forgiveness.”

She whispered, “Grovel?”

“You will kiss my feet and when you cry, wipe your tears on them.” She began to tremble. “And punishment will vary. I have a collection of equipment Mrs. Vicks. Some you may enjoy and other you will not.” She was trying to escape her bindings, or at least get away from him. Lucas stepped close so he touched the bench her head was strapped to. She turned her head and closed her eyes. “Mrs. Vicks,” he said dark and deep, “you are mine now. No matter what you think, you are mine. You will do what I say, when I say it. Look at me Mrs. Vicks.” He watched as she shook with fear, her eyes squeezed shut and she tried to roll away, contorting her arm and leg into a painful position. “Mrs. Vicks. There are no warnings except this one. All other acts of defiance will be punished. Look at me Mrs. Vicks.” Eyes still closed as tight as possible, she shook her head.

It makes no difference to me Mrs. Vicks. You’ll have to explain the marks on you, not me.

Lucas undid the restraints on her legs, she immediately curled them up to her body. The first free hand wrapped around her legs and then the other. She was a tight little ball in the middle of the benches. He left her there as he picked up a remote from an end table and pressed a button. The oversized white chandelier suspended from the high ceiling began to descend on three thick steel cables, stopping about seven feet from the floor. Stella peeked and watched as Lucas walked to one wall where a half inch thick steel cable was mounted. Lucas picked it up and walked toward the chandelier, fastening the cable loop over what appeared to be just a decorative whirl of metal but in reality was a hook. Directly across the room was another cable, snaked around a structural post. Lucas pulled it to the chandelier, this one took more effort but once on, it kept the chandelier from swaying. Stella stared at the twisted white metal-the unusual piece of illuminated modern art was also an adaptable truss.

Lucas went to the built in book cases, opened the bottom cabinet and pulled out what appeared to be wide rubber straps with three inch metal loops. Busy with his task but always aware of Stella- he set to installing them.

Terrified and wanting to leave, as stealthily as possible, Stella got up and slowly walked toward the kitchen, hoping to make a break for her car even if it means driving home naked.

Lucas knew what she was thinking and even turned his back to her, but before she got to the kitchen he said, “I have your car keys.” He heard her gasp. “And your clothes.”

“I want to go home. I want this to stop.” She almost sounded convincing.

“No you don’t Mrs. Vicks. You like what I do for you. You need me.”

“I do not.”

The last strap was installed. “I did not say you could speak.”

“I’m not a dog!” She huffed and ran toward his bedroom.

Lucas chuckled to himself, “And what will you do in there Mrs. Vicks? I can’t wait and see.” By the time he got into his bedroom he saw his closet door open and his gray silk robe missing. He bit back a grin and looked on the patio, he spotted her at the fence, looking for a gate. He opened the door and asked her, “Where are you going Mrs. Vicks?” She ignored him, running barefoot in the wet grass, the robe billowing out behind her. “Mrs. Vicks.”

“I’m going home! I’ve had- I’m not doing this!”

“But you are doing this. You do not have a choice. I do not give you the choice. You do as I say.”

Angry and scared, she turned to him, her face red and streaked with tears. “Who do you think you are!? You’re just so mean! A mean cop! That’s it! A pervert! A mean pervert!”

Feisty.

“Come inside Mrs. Vicks unless you plan on scaling an eight foot fence.”

Lucas almost laughed when she yelled, “Eight feet! Those are against home codes or something! Building codes! You can’t have eight foot tall fences.”

“I will not ask again Mrs. Vicks.” She stopped and weighed her options. Her body jerked to and fro- debating on whether she should try and climb or go inside.

Oh yes Stella, defy me. See what I will do. You need to learn anyway, so go ahead.

Another glance around the yard, she saw the wrought iron trellis in the corner, beyond the small koi pond. She bolted for it, Lucas on her tail. Her foot caught the first bar before her hand, but Lucas had her by the waist and yanked her backwards. Both arms pinned together behind her back, he lifted them high giving her the choice of breakage, shoulder dislocation or walking. Usually guiding someone in this position they cried, You’re hurting me!

Mrs. Vick’s startled him with, “If I had seen that trellis earlier I’d be on my way home!”

Does she ever think like most bitches?

He looked at her, she was livid not crying.

No. I like that. This one is not very predictable. I like that. A new challenge.

He yanked her arms to see if he’d get a whimper but instead she growled, “Do you want me to walk or fall asshole?” He was so glad she couldn’t see his face. He was grinning.

“Asshole Mrs. Vicks? You are a lady and ladies do not swear,” he teased.

“And ladies aren’t usually treated like a fucking criminal.” Her bigger curse made him bite back a laugh.

“You have been disobedient Stella.” Hearing her name made her pause as they entered the house. When she halted he lifted her arms higher, she bent forward more, her legs on her torso.

Now where will you go? Hm. Unless you’re very flexible and can loop to kiss your own spine.

One hand held her wrists, the other lifted her shoulder but she tried to shake him off.

Time for a real lesson.

A rush of adrenaline filled his skin. An arm around her neck, her arms bent back, he started her toward the living room.

“NO!” She screamed and he tightened his arm, a tighter grip and it would be a sleeper hold. She kicked and tried to scream but her air was limited. He stripped the robe off of her. Her skin was cold from being outside and was a stark contrast to the heat he continually burned with.

A hell cat. Giftziege.

Lucas smiled.

Your name. Miss Giftziege. Perfect.

Her moves were simple and clumsy, the most basic police training had prepared him for such situations. Within moments he had her under the chandelier. One hand was fastened, then the other. He stepped back and she panted, kicking at him but missing. She yanked at the bar and screamed with frustration when it did not move. Lucas stood there as cool as arctic ice. Calmly waiting. Her tantrum grew, she thrashed and screamed and cursed. This went on for twenty-five minutes, Lucas reclined on the couch observing. Finally exhausted, she drooped and cried.

Lucas did not like seeing it on her. On the others it had never bothered him. But this one he derived no delight in her tears.

They are necessary. There will be more. She will learn and will probably not cry this much again. Just this once will she cry this hard. A reckoning.

Back to business, he returned to the cabinet and removed a bar with two padded Velcro strips on the end.  Another bar was padded with a loop at either end.

“No,” she said weakly as he strapped her ankles to the bar. “Don’t do this. You’re not mean. You’re..” The look he gave her shut her mouth.

“You were disobedient. You did this.” She snorted. “Once you learn Mrs. Vicks, these sort of things will not have to happen.”

“They don’t have to happen! You did this! You did all-“

He stuck his fingers between her legs, finding a great deal of moisture. “You need me Mrs. Vicks. Your body needs me.” The glistening fingers were waved in her face. “You can deny it all you wish but your body says otherwise. Now we will train your mind to work with your body, not against it.”

“It’s wrong,” she whimpered.

“It is mechanical. It is a response. Man has tried to make it wrong. It is not. It is instinct. But I am battling decades of deceit, I am going to free you from it.” The notion that this was no passing fancy dawned on her. “You are my pet Mrs. Vicks. My hell cat.” His German accent surfaced as he said, “Giftziege. Miss Giftziege. Miss Hell Cat. My giftziege.” Pulling her hair back to level her eyes with his, he said, “You will be amazed what you will do when the body overrides the mind and vice versa.” He let that sink in. He knew it had when she tried to shrink from him. But she was wise and kept eye contact, afraid not to. “But you must learn to obey in all things. To fear being punished. To fear me.”

“I-I-I do fear you,” she stuttered.

“You may think you do, but I have not made myself well known to you. Today will be difficult for you Miss Giftziege. You will endure pain you have never experienced. You will learn I am your master.”

“I do almost everything you tell me to!” She countered.

“There are to be no hesitations Miss Giftziege. There are rules to learn and abide by. But for you to respect the rules you will know learn one consequence if you fail.”

“Fail? Does that mean if I try and still can’t do it I get punished? That’s not fair!” She was panicking again, her adrenaline kicking in. “But you ask me to do things-“

“I do not ask. I require Mrs. Vicks. Today will be a revelation for you. For us.” Out of nowhere popped a black silk gag which he tied around her head, pulling taut through her mouth. She squirmed but before she could kick at him with the bar between her legs he hooked the padded bar onto a loop, lifted her waist, bending her up and setting the bar under her stomach, hooking it onto the other side.

She hung, her body slightly bent forward. He flipped back the rug, the dark wood floors had several sunken loops. A couple more hooks and her legs were immobile. Her head hung low, giving up for the moment.

Start with a basic.

A paddle was produced from the cabinet. Stella was unable to see what he pulled out. He stood behind her, admiring her creamy white mounds that would soon be sting-red. He kissed each cheek, then nuzzled them, feeling how cool they were and knowing the next time he touched them they would radiate heat. Her body was nearly limp but he knew that would change.

Good baby. Be strong. Today will be violent. I do not want to teach this lesson again.

A deep breath in, he swung and hit her cheek. An ungodly scream tried to escape the black silk but was tripped along the way. Her body thrashed. Another hit, another scream. The next five hits produced equal results- her voice getting hoarse. He paused and she slumped, sobbing and trying to talk.

Lucas put on his coldest tone, “Do not speak unless spoken to. Or unless I give permission and you do not have permission.” She stopped talking but the sobs continued.

Three more swats were given, she grunted and flinched, it was the only energy she had left. He looked at her ass, the welts that had risen. Blood frantically sought to find damage, rushing to repair the tiny capillaries that had been injured. Lucas pressed his cheek against her, it was hot. He kissed her buttock and then moved to the other side, alternating his cheek. Another kiss and then he stood and examined the back of her. She was sweating profusely and there was moisture between her legs making him worry about dehydration.

If she didn’t drink enough this morning, she could faint.

He retrieved a straw and a Gatorade from the kitchen. Standing beside her he looked at her face. She was bright red, sweat mingling with tears, her eyes were closed and her mouth dry. He slipped the gag off and she looked at him, leaning as far from him as she could. Lucas didn’t like her running from him, he wanted her to want him. But he wanted her to obey and knew she would run unless he broke her.

“Drink,” he ordered. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned toward the straw. He put it in her mouth and she took a sip, then stopped. “Keep drinking.” She drank half of it before he said to stop. She was a little out of breath, she had sucked it down as quick as possible, wanting it to end. He checked her hands and feet, making sure they weren’t cold or being deprived of blood. He unwrapped one and rubbed it, then resecured them. The bar on her stomach was removed and she was lowered so her feet touched the ground. She sighed with relief and then winced thinking that may be against the rules.

“Your body was in control Mrs. Vicks. That was a natural response. Like screaming or any other animal sounds. It is instinctive. Talking is forbidden, not natural noises.” Her face loosened up a little and it made him feel better.  “Punishment is not finished.” She tensed and he got a small chest from the book case. The gag was put back in place and this time he added a blindfold making her whimper.

Good baby. Do not talk. Just let your body react. Good.

Two weighted nipple clamps were attached to her tits. She tried to withdraw her chest but there was no where to go. He turned the little screws, watching her lock her jaw- bearing down, but stopped tightening the screws when she began to hyperventilate.

Tough. Most women scream. Good giftziege.

The weights were slowly let loose, not jerking but a constant pull. Again she tried to shrug them away. Lucas added a little more weight until he saw her eyebrows pull together so tight he thought they’d merge.

Two more clamps found her labia but when he put the one on her clit she began to cry. Lucas was worried it was doing damage and looked closely. Of course it looked irritating, but that was the point. He found himself kissing her mound and stroking her inner thighs. He yanked himself away.

Dammit. This is punishment. This is not the time to soothe her. Get a fucking hold of yourself. Do not let her get to you. You are teaching her a lesson.

Steely resolve back in place, he picked up the 20” thong whip and ran it through his hand. No burs on the leather, he stroked the strands again as he mentally prepared for the next step. He stepped behind her, seeing her ass a more subdued pink with red outlines where the paddle shoved flesh to the edge. He raised his arm and crashed those dozen narrow leather strips across her ass. She bucked hard and a scream tore her throat. He moved to the other side of her back and whipped her ass again. Another scream and buck. Four more alternating swings and then he stopped and watched her pant. Her hands in knots, her posture rigid, she was toughing it out.

No. Not tough, I need broken. Break Miss Giftziege, break and we will be done. Four more quick swings and he watched her strength wane, heard her struggle for air.

He moved to stand before her. Her face was bright red and the blind was soaked with tears and sweat. But the taut jaw said she still had a fight in her. He slapped her breast with his hand. The smack resonated through her body, shaking her flesh, the weights yanking to and fro. Her head jerked to the side. He slapped the other. He saw anger around the gag and slapped both again.

He lifted the whip and connected with her breast, she flailed and the weights bounced. Anger was still present. Again. Again. Again. She was softly crying, fighting to breathe. He removed the clamps from her pussy and stood before her with the whip. He caught it on her cunt. All twelve strips of leather slapping her tender flesh. Her head fell back, but her chest showed she was struggling for air and still crying. Two more swats hit, she tried to stand with her knees together.

He checked her hands and feet again, once all were deemed well he stepped behind her whipping her four more times. She was done fighting. Done reacting. The body lurching and lungs grunting faintly when he connected. One more swat to each breast hardly got reactions and the last one on her pussy only made her head fall forward. She was the verge of passing out, he removed the gag and blindfold but she did not open her eyes.

The straw found her mouth and although he knew she was thirsty, she waited for his instruction. “Drink.” She sucked quickly, downing the rest and gasping when she finished. Lucas left the room and started the bath. He returned and undid her feet, then her hand. He wrapped her arm around his neck, she was too weak to walk. He undid her other hand, she was free but couldn’t move. He stooped and picked her up, her eyes opened which were in a haze, unfocused.

He stepped into the large bath and held her while the water filled it. Lucas was glad it was over but knew her body was in pain. Would show damage. She would have to conceal herself from her husband or make up a lie about an accident.

The water was done and he kneeled, setting her into it slowly. He turned off the spout and sat beside her, turning her onto her side so her stung buttocks would not have weight on them. Epsom salts and lavender were added to the bath. He gently rubbed her with a sponge and kissed her, washing away the day. When he was done he stretched out beside her, she opened her eyes and looked at him. They stared at one another, it was no contest of wills, he saw what he wanted to see. She looked away and seemed ashamed, he detested that expression on her face.

“Stella,” he said softly but firm. She looked at him, embarrassed. He hated that also. Her eyes darted around, she was about to cry. “Tell me or ask me Stella.” She shook her head as if it was nothing. “Now Stella.”

He let her inhale and close her eyes, she barely whispered, “Are you still mad at me?”

Lucas swallowed hard. It was not what he expected. “I rarely get mad Stella.”

“But I said bad words and tried to run away and said mean things to you.”

Who is this- this- this angel? Worried about..my god. I whipped her, beat her and she worries about me?

“And you paid for your disobedience.”

She couldn’t look at him. “But..that doesn’t mean that you..that your..” She bit her lip and shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Finish your thought Stella.”

She was very still, trying to be small and invisible. “Did I hurt your feelings?”

Lucas leapt to his feet and lifted Stella onto hers. She was still weak, but he quickly clutched her to him and picked her up by the waist, walking as fast as he could to the bed. He didn’t drop her but fell with her, catching himself on his arms. He hovered over her, staring at her confusion. His head dropped, his hands held her face and he kissed her hard. She was surprised at first but soon kissed him back. She let the animal noises rule, and rule they did.

Lucas heard a chorus of sounds as he kissed and nibbled his way down her body. Her nipples felt butterfly and Eskimo kisses. He worked until he felt her relax and then moved down.

His fingertip played around the edge of her navel, making her shudder. Between her legs he kissed the tiny red marks the clips had made, bringing a happier rush of blood to them. He consoled with a gentle tongue and light fingers. Stella moaned as he made her clit swell, making her come. Kissing her inner thighs, he sat up and rolled her over. More kisses and light touches for her buttocks. Stella squirmed as a finger slid in and out of her pussy as his hand smoothed out her skin.

Welts were licked and blown on- cooling them. He got some aloe vera from his nightstand and applied it to her skin, making her sigh. Those exhalations made his heart pound. Again and again he worked to hear them. He wished to hear another sound. Rolling her back over and mounting her made her sigh with the realization that she would get release.

“Your body loves me Mrs. Vicks.” She nodded. “Speak.”

“It does.”

“It does what?”

“My body loves you Officer Lucas.” He’d never let his past women call him officer or address him by name unless making introductions, but he liked hearing her say his name.

“Would you like me to love your body Mrs. Vicks?” Eyes wide with hope, she nodded repeatedly. Lucas smiled. “Would now work for you?”

She giggled and her whole body relaxed. “Yes please.”

Mine. She is mine.

Lucas slowly slid in her, savoring the relief on her face. Leisurely were moves of his hips, he kissed her throat, tipping her head back. He heard and felt the faint grunts building in her throat as he pumped her cunt faster and faster. He added harder and her head snapped up. Her eyes pleaded with him.

“Speak!”

“Yes!” She screamed. “Yes Lucas! Yes!” He closed his eyes and drank in her cries. “My body loves you Lucas! Oh god! It does!” She screamed again and Lucas felt high. “Anytime Lucas! Anytime you can love me!” He heard her body tighten her throat.

“Miss Giftziege!” She looked at him, waiting for instruction. “COME!” Her eyes rolled back as her body thrust under him, shuddering with her first orgasm. “Good Miss Giftziege. My hell cat. My giftziege.” She thought he was putting all his effort into fucking earlier- she was wrong. Lucas was hammering her. Her hoarse voice screamed, she clawed his back as he gave her his full strength. She had never felt anything like it. It seemed impossible- inhuman.

“Lucas!” she gasped and he knew.

“Not yet.”

“But-“ she gritted her teeth, her orgasm beating at the door. He watched as he fucked her, as she tensed her whole body trying to fight the urge. Spittle shot out from between her gritted teeth. He hammered another dozen times and saw her eyes clenched shut, tears streaming, her face red.

“COME!” Hoarse or not, an ungodly screech ruptured the air and she bucked as if she was being electrocuted. She shook like a rag doll, liquid running from her pussy. Lucas let his balls go and filled his hell cat with his come.

Panting, he didn’t wish to put his weight on her any longer, knowing she was sore. Still hooked inside her as he held himself up in a half pushup, he looked at her. After a moment she looked at him.

Ah. The revelation has taken hold. Even now. You know who I am now. What I am. And you know who you are. You are mine.

She was nervous about smiling and looked away.

Lucas said, “Some masters do not like their submissives to look them in the eye. I am not that kind. There will be times when I will tell you not to look at me, but you are to look me in the eye the rest of the time.” She opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut. “You may speak Mrs. Vicks. Unless I instruct you not to. But when I give an order you carry it out. If you have a question, such as I ask you to jump, you ask how high or to where- that is acceptable. You may not however, ask why.” She mouthed the word, Oh. “What were you going to ask?”

“Am I..do you..what do I call you?”

“Officer Lucas or Lucas. It is up to you.”

“Oh.”

He grinned and it made her nervous.

Cute. Very cute. “Unless you wish to call me master.”

“But that always reminds me of a joke.”

Again. Surprising me.

“What joke is that Mrs. Vicks?”

“A dumb fishing joke. A master baiter.” She jumped when he laughed, he startled her. “So Officer Lucas or Lucas is better.” Smiling at her he nodded. He gave in to his urge and gently laid on top of her, kissing her neck. She sighed and rubbed his back. “Oh! Oh my! Lucas! I’m so sorry I-“

He sat up and smiled at her, “Your claw marks?” She nodded anxiously, worried she had done something wrong. “I earned them. I like them.”

“Oh. But I should clean them up so they don’t get infected. I mean,” she peered over his shoulder and made a face, “you can’t do it by yourself.”

An angel indeed.

He pulled himself out of her and headed to the bathroom, she followed. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she attended his wounds. Asking if it stung and blowing on them as if he was a child. Normally this would annoy him but he knew it was her nature.

“Sorry about that,” she said as he stood.

“You are a hell cat Mrs. Vicks. I expect to be bitten too.” She giggled making him smile.

“I’ve never even given someone a hickey. It seems mean.”

“It’s not mean. It’s marking your territory and tasting someone. Feeling them in your teeth.” He looked at the marks on her body. “What will you tell your husband?”

She shrugged. “I can hide.” Now she was worried about upsetting Lucas, “I’m just afraid I’ll be stiff and sore and flinch if he touches me.”

Lucas’s stomach tightened. The pain didn’t worry her, getting caught did. It also worried him and he rarely worried about anything. Then again, he’d never chosen a married woman before and knew there would be some difficulty involved.

“Soak in the tub an hour before he comes home and again before you go to bed.” He handed her the Epsom salts, “Use-“

“I have some bath salts at home, no need to take yours.” He set them down and walked her to the living room to get her clothes he had stashed in the end table. She eyed the chandelier and tapped him on the shoulder.

“You may speak.”

“Do you do this all the time?”

“Do what?”

“Uh. Um…” she shifted from one foot to another looking at the floor, “bring home women and,” she nodded at the chandelier then began to dress quickly.

“Only one woman at a time.” He knew it was a shitty answer and saw her face start to turn red. “You are the only woman Mrs. Vicks.” She glanced up at him, both of them feeling a little better about that answer. He put on his robe and sat on the couch, watching her finish dressing. She kept her back to him, still trying to be modest. He saw her wince when her bra went on and a tendril of guilt squeezed his chest for a moment.

But she’s mine now. It is done. I will probably never have to make marks on her like that again. Now she is aware.

Dressed, she stood there, uncertain what to do.

“Come sit on my lap my giftziege. My pretty pussy.” She bit a smile and carefully sat on his lap, her hands folded together, her posture as upright as Amish. “Kiss me.” She pecked his chin. “Another but on my mouth and much slower.” She blushed and leaned in, following instructions perfectly. “Very good my pretty pussy. What are your plans for the weekend?”

“My husband will be going hunting with his buddies and my daughter will be home.”

“No she won’t.” She slightly sagged. “She will be out at a friend’s house. And you will be at mine.”

She fidgeted for a moment. “I- I- I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what Mrs. Vicks?”

“Have an affair.”

“You do not have to do anything but follow my instructions.”

“But what do I tell them? What do I say when I’m gone? When chores aren’t getting done?”

“You will say you are busy. But I know something about you Mrs. Vicks.” She looked at him. “You will manage. You know how to juggle. How to get things done. So, Friday night, your husband will be gone and you will tell your daughter you’re going to a friend’s house. Do you have relatives nearby?” She nodded. “You’re going there for the weekend. She’s old enough to be on her own. Tell her that. Friday, you will come here. You need to bring nothing but yourself. There is a garage door opener for my house in your car, there is a key also. But we will have a late dinner here, so do not eat.”

“Do you cook?” she asked with surprise.

“I do many things Mrs. Vicks. Now, kiss me like that last one.” She did but when it ended she sighed. “Be here around eight. Good bye Mrs. Vicks.”

She stood and paused a moment, uncertain what to do. She glanced at the chandelier and made her start her walking for the door.

Lucas sat there and listened to her drive off, very pleased at how the day turned out and even more pleased at how the weekend was shaping up.


To be continued...

Waiting In Your Hotel Room

You've been in meetings all day and I'm there to greet you at your door with a big smile and a naughty deed in mind. Sit you down in a chair, undo your trousers and kiss your thick cock, friendly at first- then French kissing it. Sucking on it until you nearly come then stripping you bare.

I lie you down on the bed and straddle you. Kissing your arms, wrists, those lovely hands of yours, your chest. Lips lightly grazing your nipples, edging your belly button and back up your chest. Nibbling on your neck I'd tell you how sexy you are, how much I love your skin, how hot your body is, how much I need it.  

My hand creeps down your side and guides your dick to my wet, eager pussy. So big- I bite my lip as I force you in, squeezing your dick. I love how you pull me taut, how you fill me up- more than I've ever felt. I ride you, your hands wander my skin, stopping on my chest, playing with my tits. You sit up and begin lightly biting them, I moan- my hands in your hair.  

You want to be in charge, "On your knees girl." I immediately comply, knowing you'll make me come hard. Instead of just shoving yourself in, you rub the back of my thighs, kiss my hips. You take your time even when I wiggle my ass hoping you start- you just quietly chuckle as I whimper. Stroking my back, you ask, "You want something?"

"Yes," I groan. "Please baby." I groan louder when I feel your dick press into me. "Thank you, oh god. Thank you." Once you've pushed yourself all the way in, I sigh, relieved you're inside me. I love how you feel in me, on me. You hold still, your hands on my waist so I can't move. I look over my shoulder at you, trying not to pout- you smile and begin. Slow and steady, pumping yourself in me. I gasp every time your body fully connects with mine. God you feel so good.

Suddenly you slam hard and I cry out. Now it's a hard fuck, your fingers digging into my hips. Gradually you add speed.  

"Yes! Oh god baby! Yes!" That big dick of yours prods me into my first orgasm. You decide to change things up and pull away to change positions, but instead I turn and lick your cock. You're surprised but you let me suck it. Your hand sits on the back of my head and you slowly fuck my mouth. "Mmmmm," I moan which vibrates through your shaft.  

"God girl," you gasp and push me away, onto my back and climbing on top of me. "I want to come in your pussy baby." You slam yourself into my cunt making me scream. I love how you fuck me. You get on your knees, more leverage to fuck hard.

Your gorgeous dick rubbing me just right. "YES!" I scream and my come runs over your balls. "Yes baby!"

You grab my ankles and lift them, closing my legs and setting them on your chest. You fuck a few strokes and then spread my legs, pushing them toward my shoulders. The angle brings me to the edge of another orgasm. The view of your wide cock disappearing and reappearing in my glistening pink cunt brings you to the end. As soon as I feel your hot seed touch my cervix I come again.  

My legs straighten and wrap around you, I pull you to me, hugging you. My hands stroke your back and ass while I kiss your handsome face.

Cinema Sins

A dark, rainy day and the cinema is showing a sci-fi flick in the afternoon. No one at home today, you decide to go to the theater. Hiding in the back row, your long legs stretched out and on the back of the seat in front of you, you're slightly dozing in the overly warm room, waiting for the movie to begin. Only three people straggle in on this miserable day, their coats glossy with rain. Your jacket is spread out to dry on the seat next to you, your posture says you wish to be alone. The lights dim, the previews begin and you continue to rest, uninterested in what they have to offer.

The unmistakable theme music of a Hollywood company plays, alerting you to the film. You shuffle your legs and sit up only to realize I am sitting right beside you. You're wondering- Out of all the seats available, she sits here? There are only five other people in here. Nearly reading your mind, I turn to look at you and smile. You nervously look away making me smirk.

Drinking my water I think- Ah. A quiet one. I love quiet guys. A tall, cute blonde to boot. I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do. I'm going to be naughty for once.

The movie plays and your mind is still asking why I'm so close. That question comes to a halt when I look you in the eyes and smile indecently. Your hands tighten and you shift, uncertain what to do. I touch your arm sitting on the arm rest and you freeze. I have to stretch to reach your ear so I can whisper, "At anytime you say stop and I will."

Bewildered, you stare at me. I pat your arm then rub your thigh- it's a long limb, my fingers massaging your muscles that are taut with anxiety. You sit up and pull your legs off the back of the chair. I look at you, my expression asking if I should stop but you don't react. I do. I rub your leg and you eventually relax. I lift your hand and kiss your fingertips- sliding one of your long fingers into my mouth and sucking on it. I see your chest rising and falling faster, I feel the need to expose that skin. Turning in my seat, I get on my knees and unbutton your shirt as I kiss your neck. Your undershirt is in the way of flesh and I begin to yank it out of your trousers, whispering in your ear, "What's your name?"

Turning your head, your cheek pressed to mine- you're so warm I sigh, you answer, "Bryan."

"I want you Bryan but I will stop at any time you ask. All right?" You nod once as my hands finally get to touch your chest. "Sorry my hands are cold."

You chuckle softly and whisper back, "It's okay. Can't believe this is happening."

Loving the sound of your Irish lilt I shiver and say, "Me either. I've never even made out in a theater before." More kisses on your throat, my hands caressing your chest- you decide to be brave. Since I'm on my knees, bending over the arm rest, your hand slides up my spine and into my hair. I'm kissing my way up your neck while your hand goes down my back, over the cheek of my ass, down my thigh and to my calf. You realize that I'm wearing a knee length skirt and boots, there are no stockings on the small piece of bare flesh between the skirt and boot.

Since I am enthralled with the act of kissing you- your ear, jaw and chin; I decide to see if you'll let me kiss your sweet mouth. But I hover, worried you won't want to. My worry doesn't last long- a smile flashes across your lips. It was all I needed to see. Light brushings of lips, testing the water- your free hand finds the back of my neck and pulls me in closer. I need no other hints. A smoldering attachment begins. You surprise me when your tongue visits. I answer with my own, moaning quietly into your mouth.

Your long fingered hand is sliding back up my thigh and over my ass, feeling for the edge of panties and finding none. You groan at the discovery and immediately need to find out something else. Your hand disembarks from my hips and moves to my chest, groaning again when you find no bra, only a very erect tit poking through, greeting your fingers. It's my turn to make noise, and I muffle it into your sternum as fingers adeptly play. Panting into your skin, my greedy nerve endings plead for more by whimpering.

The movie is loud but you know it won't be loud enough. That you can't do what you want in here.

"We have to leave. Now," you say lifting me from your torso. Slipping on my coat, you already have yours on and closed- concealing your mussed clothes and the granite hard flesh in your trousers. Taking my hand you quickly walk us out of the theater and down the hall, your arm cradling my waist. Stepping out into the bleak downpour, you pull me tightly against your side.

Turning in the direction of my car, I say, "Mine has tinted windows and a decent back seat." In minutes we're locked in the confines of my vehicle, our coats on the front seat, hands touching clothed bodies. The windows are soon steamed up, if someone pressed their faces against the window they would only see two blurs. Rain hitting the roof will cover most sounds.

Kissing your lovely mouth, my hands fumble with excitement, trying to undo your belt and trousers. You hold my hands, wanting me to slow down. I take a deep breath and move to straddle you but my narrow skirt only lets me move so far. You notice and watch my face as you slide the fabric up just enough for me to spread my legs on either side of yours. I love your slow, thoughtful moves- anticipation spreading goosebumps over my skin.

Running my fingers through your hair instead of tearing through your clothes, I feel your hands gradually moving up my legs, hips, waist, ribs and settling on the sides of my breasts- then they're gone. Only to reappear at the top button of my blouse. Button, by button you leisurely work your way down. Breathing deepens when I feel you exhale inches from that tender skin. You rub your face between my breasts, your hands pulling the shirt open, exposing them to you. I gasp when your tongue flicks a nipple, I press them into your face. Your fingers and mouth make me moan, make me want more of you.

Tantalizingly slow you move, building energy. Mouth occupied, your hands decide to travel down my back again, to my calves. This time, on the way back up they slide under the skirt, making me tremble- forcing me to be patient. You stroke my thighs and hips but never touching between my legs.

When your fingertips brush lightly over my hairless mound I can't help but needily blurt, "Fuck me. Please."

You smile up at me and I blush, embarrassed at my confession. Watching my face, you undo your trousers. I shift backwards to see- elated when you expose your cock. Before you can stop me, my hands are on it and I'm sliding to my knees on the floor between your legs. Immediately I lick the end, removing the constant stream of precum. You move your hips forward, giving me permission to suck it as I wish. My hot mouth wraps around it, making you gasp then sigh. Using my face like a pussy, I fuck your dick with my mouth, my fingers petting your scrotum. Circling the head, you involuntarily thrust- I suck harder, pumping your shaft with my fist while sucking the end. Your body warns me you're close. I slow down, knowing time is limited but upset you can't come on my tits. There was something else I wanted more.

Climbing back onto the seat, you welcomed me by helping me up. Straddling you again, I finally slide you inside my cunt, I groan with relief. Before I can start riding you, you pull me in for a kiss. It's so heated- I don't want to break away. Instead I grind my pussy on your cock, swirling my hips, rubbing your thickness on every side of my inner walls. Breathing needs to happen, so the kiss breaks up, your face immediately headed to my tits. Lifting my ass, I pump myself on your dick. This won't take long and we don't have much time until the parking lot is filled with theater goers.

You can't hold still, you want to be the one thrusting. Shifting us to one side of the seat, you turn us, lying us on our sides and pulling my top leg over your hip. You begin fucking me hard. Pounding. The car is shaking, the rain can't camoflage my cries. You shove two fingers in my panting mouth, I suck on them and am upset when you pull them out, only to be aroused further when you firmly press them into my ass. Instantly I scream your name and come. You don't stop. My two holes are overwhelmed by you. Using your sexy voice you add to my throes by talking naughty as you continue fucking me.

"Never fucked a stranger? You are now you. Now you're a whore. And I'll use you as I see fit. As I please." Never having been inflicted with such a physical and mental pounding, I come again, whimpering incoherently. "Such a whore to come twice! Fucking a man you just met! Letting me finger you! Sucking my cock! Shove my fingers in your ass!" Your crotch is soaked from my salivating cunt, the sound of suction is loud everytime your cock slides in or out. "Now I'm going to blow my wad in you, slut, fill you with my come. A stranger's come." The next few thrusts are brutal making me orgasm a third time. You follow with yours as I buck violently, my body wanting every ounce of your hot mess.

Done and breathing heavily, we lie there- you remove your fingers from me and I wiggle because it tickles. I grab the small box of baby wipes I keep in my car and clean your hand while you smile.

"Um. I've never used them for sex in a car before. I have a hand washing habit. Big germaphobe," I ramble with embarrassment as you start to quietly chuckle. "Uh, use one everytime I leave a store or work or..I'm a dork. Sorry." You kiss my pinkening face. "Geez Bryan you- now I blush? I'm such a dork."

You grin and I sigh, unhappy you're going to pull out of me in a moment. Our time is up. I kiss you once more- it's sweet with a little tongue. We pull away and you slide out of me. New wipe in my hand, I clean off your dick as you watch with amusement. I shrug and put your manhood away, unhappy to see it covered in cloth.

We climb out of the car, hug and you put on your coat. You place a final kiss on my forehead, I get one on your chin and then you walk away while I climb in the driver's seat. The car starts, I turn on the defrost and roll down my window to watch you walk away. Geez. I'll never be able to go to the theater again without hoping he'll be there.

You unlock your door and wave. He's so cute. So dang cute. And hot. Smoking hot. I smile and drive away.

Threat 6

Lucas avoided her for two weeks. Knowing her menstrual cycle was in there somewhere and letting her realize how much she missed being fucked properly. Dodging her was easy, he worked night shifts, well aware of her meetings and social obligations during the day.

It was Tuesday morning and he was itching for her innocence. Visiting his regular club hadn’t given him the rush he wanted. He came in some brunette’s face and that was all he needed. But it’s been a week since he orgasmed again- depriving himself, building up his reservoir.

I’m going to make your pussy overflow Mrs. Vicks.

He was watching her come out of her house, the only person home the neighborhood this time of day was an old woman painter who couldn’t see much past her canvas.

Mrs. Vicks spied his car and immediately stiffened.

You tease me.

Lucas got out of the vehicle and approached, “Mrs. Vicks?” Her eyes darted around the neighborhood, making certain no one was around.

“Yes?” She took a breath and locked the front door- something she didn’t regularly do. Lucas killed the smirk that wanted to twist his mouth. “I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“No you’re not.”

She huffed and pushed past him, “I am. I have a lunch date with an old friend.”

“Male or female?”

“If I say male,” she stopped on the stairs and looked at him still standing on the porch, “what will happen?”

“Nothing.”

“Good.” She quickly strode to her car and got in, shocked Lucas didn’t follow. As she backed out of the driveway she watched him sit in one of the rocking chairs. He could feel her puzzlement. She rolled down the window and snipped, “I’ll be gone for hours! I’m going to town to shop afterwards!”

“I’ll wait here.” He loved it when she swallowed hard. He loved it more when she pounded her palms on the steering wheel, inadvertently honking the horn twice. Her hands gripped the wheel and her forehead rested against it. Lucas was pretty sure she was swearing under her breath.

So cute.  As tough as an injured kitten. God she is great.

“What do you want?” She seemed to ask the dashboard.

“You’ve missed me Mrs. Vicks.” He smiled at her glaring eyes. “Won’t you invite me in?” She looked at her watch and thought a moment. “You’re always early Mrs. Vicks, today you’ll be late.” She didn’t budge. “Just a little late. Tick tock Mrs. Vicks.” Lucas settled into the chair, enjoying the slow rocking and imagining her on his lap.

She growled, revved the car and jerked it back into the driveway. Wearing his poker face he was amused as she slammed the car door, catching her purse in it, swearing, yanking the purse away and slamming the door shut.

Fucking adorable. I’m going to love this fuck.

Stomping up the stairs she refused to look at him, instead digging in her purse for her keys.

“You look beautiful today Mrs. Vicks. I love that dress.” Her mood softened for a moment and he capitalized on it. “You should wear blue more often. You look radiant in it.” Another degree melted her shoulders as she fussed with the key. “You could always wear my uniform shirt-“ she tried not to smile.

Got ya.

“-after sex. I’d love to see that.” She opened the door and he followed, she was headed to the kitchen. “You’d wear nothing else but my gun.” The image filled his head. His steel blue shirt completely unbuttoned, hiding her nipples but showing the size of her breasts. His belt hanging low on her hips, covering her small patch of hair, his gun slung on her thigh.

Fuck.

He shook his head, shaking away the image. Excellent at self discipline, today he was struggling. Wanting to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and find the nearest soft surface- he clenched his fists instead.

“Would you like coffee?”

I love a Betty Crocker type. Never thought this would be my bag.

“No.” Hearing the washing machine on he smiled at her. “But I’d like to see your laundry room.” The bewildered look on her face was priceless. Snatching her hand he dragged her toward the whirring sound.  The top loading washer was on final spin, he opened the lid and it screeched to a halt. He pulled a towel off the side, dropped it on the other and then shut the lid. The spinning restarted- this time it seemed to be limping.

Stella reached for it, “It’s off balance!”

Not giving his reasons, she needed to learn not to question him, he grabbed her waist and lifted her onto it. He got a whiff of her perfume and felt light headed.

Now that’s an excellent scent. My dick is so hard. Breathe. Slow. Need to tempt her.

He peeled off her panties, the sheer pink fabric got caught on her heel- he liked it there and left it. Tugging on the jersey kit neckline, exposing her breasts, the demi bra was useless at covering her tits. Feeling unsteady on the washer she held his shoulders. The spin gathered speed, knocking her into him. Without thinking she wrapped her legs around his waist but he pushed them away, making her legs dangle. Carefully maneuvering between the jerking metal box and her fleshy one, Lucas undid his trousers and pulled himself out.

So much for teasing her. This is a slam fucking dunk. Fuck, my dick is so hard.

She groaned when he slipped into her, Lucas muffled his grunt by pressing his face to her breasts. Thrusting, he was very aware of his balls on the cusp of being knocked by the washer. He was distracted when he felt her fingers slide into his hair and curl, pulling it slightly.

She glared at him, and hissed, “What are you doing to me?”

“Fucking you Mrs. Vicks. You’ve missed me.” Her glare narrowed and he smiled. “You missed me.”

“I didn’t.” She let go of his hair and tried to cross her arms but he was suddenly nibbling her tit. Again, her fingers slid into his hair. His hair was short, making it difficult to hold but she pinched the strands between her fingers. “I don’t like you,” she whispered into the top of his head.

Lucas grinned at her breast. “You missed me but you don’t have to like me.” Her pussy was so wet, moisture running down his shaft and onto his balls. “Your pussy loves me.” He leaned back to look at her unhappy face. “Your body loves what I do.” He jerked her off the washer and quickly set her on the floor on her back. “But you missed me too,” he said grunting as he began thrusting without hesitation. Her eyes squeezed shut he could sense her about to come.

Something different.

Lucas began to come, shooting the first four shots into her pussy, pulling out and accurately aiming the rest at her crotch. He stood, took a towel off the dryer and wiped off his dick. She sat up, a little confused and her body’s sexual hum slowly dissipating. Between being deprived of sex for a week (her husband wasn’t up for it no matter what she did) and an unfulfilled orgasm, she was reeling.

She held out her hand for the towel but Lucas kneeled beside her legs instead. He gently wiped his come off of her, taking care to get the pink folds of her pussy. The panties were on the floor, he picked them up off the floor and slipped it over her foot. Moving to her side, he slid them over her other foot and pulled them up. She lifted her hips and he smiled at her as he tugged them to their proper location. He pecked a kiss on the front of her snatch, smiled at her and stood. He offered her a hand, she took it and he assisted her to her feet. Lucas turned and walked toward the front door, leaving a bewildered woman behind.

The front door latched behind him and he descended down the steps.

You missed me and now you crave me.

Pleased with how things were going, Lucas allowed himself to smile as he got in his cruiser. A curt wave was given to Mrs. Vicks who was trying to pull her mind together as she came down the stairs, and he drove off.

To be continued…

©Clicking Keys Tease 2OIO

Threat 5

“Um. Officer Lucas!” She called from the cell after checking her watch for the millionth time.

“He’s not here!” Jay called out.

“Uh, officer!?”

“Yeah!?”

“Is there a..may I speak to Officer Lucas?”

“He’s gone for the day ma’am.”

Lucas was off the clock but sitting in another room watching his prize pace the small cell. It had been four hours since he left her locked up. She kept eyeing the stainless steel toilet that had no shred of privacy.

If you have to go Mrs. Vicks. Go.

She paced faster. Lucas had dropped off a bottle of water- knowing she’d be dehydrated from a morning of high tension and arousal, she had downed the entire thing as she filled out the permit form. The form that he picked up and said he would let her out when he was ready for her to go. Of course, she interpreted that as when he finished filing the papers- but Lucas had meant something else.

That liter of water has got to go sometime Mrs. Vicks.

The patience of a glacier, Lucas observed. Tired of pacing, she sat and covered her face with her hands. Suddenly alarmed she stood- but not fully upright. That would cause the agonized bladder to leak.

There was a shrill in her voice that was trying to remain calm, she called out, “Officer! Would it be possible to let me use the ladies room?”

“There’s one in there!”

She froze then cryptically stared at the silver mound attached to the wall.

Go on baby. You’ll be fine.

She resumed pacing. Another twenty minutes passed.

“Officer!?”

“Ma’am. You’re in the ladies room as far as I’m concerned.”

She hunched- either defeated or trying not to leak, Lucas couldn’t tell. Hands shaking he watched as she set square after square of tissue on the seatless basin. He grinned when she pressed her face to the cell’s bars to make certain no one was coming down the hall and then bolted to the toilet, quickly unfastening her jeans and relieving herself. As modest as one could, she dabbed herself dry, flushed all the tissues and then washed her hands in the tiny sink for a couple minutes.

Good.

Feeling better, the pacing resumed for another hour.

“Officer?”

“Yes?”

“Um. When will I be able to go home?”

“Whenever Officer Lucas says.”

“Would it be possible to call him?”

“Sure, you get a phone call. Do you know his number?” Lucas laughed. Jay was excellent at playing an asshole.

“Uh, no. But could you call him for me?”

“Nope! It’s your phone call! Did you want to call family?”

Horror paled her face and Lucas’s fun instantly dwindled. He headed to the cell.

Enough. She’s been here nearly six hours. As gentle as a lamb. She’s well aware-

He stopped when he saw her. Her legs folded against her chest, she was curled up in the corner of the room. Hugging her shins, her forehead rested on her knees.

Fuck. She’s crying.

He silently undid the lock and touched her shoulder. The bewildered look on her face stopped his heart. He ignored that black stone that had stopped beating in his chest and slipped his hands under her armpits. He lifted her to her feet, she turned her head away, not wanting him to see her.

“I need to go home and make dinner,” she said weakly.

“Your paperwork will clear in a couple weeks Mrs. Vicks.” His arm wrapped around her waist to escort her out but she twisted, leaving his gentle grasp.

“Thank you,” she said flatly and stepped toward the open door- she stopped. Eyes on the floor she asked, “May I go now?”

“Stella.” Her shoulders reached up to her ears. “Are you all right?” She nodded once, her back still to him. “Have a good night.”

Lucas watched as she walked down the hall, her hands wiping her eyes.

She’s delicate. Strong but I have to be careful with her. I want to bend her. Bend this one not break her. This isn’t one to crush and rebuild. I need to..make it up to her.

He followed her out to her car. Before she could shut her car door he stepped in its path and she froze, her eyes on the ground. Lucas was not one to fumble, not one to struggle with what to do or say but for a hundredth of a second he paused. A rapid look around, he made certain no one was looking and then took her face in his hands. Not wanting to push her any harder, he didn’t force her to look him in the face but instead lightly kissed her mouth. Then he quickly released her and said, “I’ll take care of everything.”

She closed her eyes, “Thank you Officer Lucas.”

It was sterile and he didn’t like it but knew it was his doing. He stepped away from her car and walked off as she drove away.

The next morning, on her way home from the gym he pulled her over on a wooded road. Gripping the steering wheel her shoulders were tight and high as he approached.

“Good morning Mrs. Vicks.”

Eyes straight ahead, glistening face pink from her workout, she fearfully replied, “Good morning Officer Lucas.”

“I need you to park your car at the vacant lot, three driveways down and then accompany me in my vehicle.” Her hands tightened on the wheel. “This is in your best interest Mrs. Vicks.” She frowned. Ignoring her, he headed back to his car and waited. For two minutes she sat there without budging.

I’m a patient man Mrs. Vicks, I can wait all day. Can you?

As if reading his mind she pulled out and drove slowly. Down the long, winding driveway she crept, only stopping when a felled tree blocked her car. Before she could stall another moment, Lucas was opening her car door. He firmly lifted her wrist, breaking her nearly glued hold on the steering wheel and then helped her to her feet.

“You look beautiful Mrs. Vicks.” That made her start, he smiled at her. It was cunning more than complimentary. “Do not doubt my words Mrs. Vicks. Just because others are blind does not mean I am.” A blush darkened her already pink cheeks as he guided her to the passenger seat of his vehicle. She eyed the shotgun mounted to the floor. The vast array of equipment- camera, radio, switches, laptop. She sat and he slid the seatbelt over her, clicking it in place.

He backed out the long driveway, she was silent and still. Half way to his house she looked at the shotgun and asked, “Why does your Remington 870 look different?”

Be still my fucking beating heart. Fuck my cock is harder than the walnut stock.

Lucas cleared his throat twice before he could say, “Police issue. Working parts are heavy-duty.”

“Oh. Yeah.” She seemed comfortable, “You do life and death stuff when most of us just use it for fun.”

Lucas smirked. “Fun?”

“I used to use my Dad’s to shoot at targets. Big holes.”

“Big kickback?”

“Only the double barrel. Knocked me on my ass the first time.”

Lucas chuckled and looked at her, she was faintly smiling. “Did you fire it again?”

“Yeah, but it bruised my shoulder. I like the pump action.” Lucas softly groaned. “You feeling all right?” Her maternal reaction only made him hotter. His plans for her were changing. What was going to be all for her- Lucas couldn’t help but want her for himself.

“Yes.” The garage door lifted and he pulled inside. Without giving orders he got out of the car and she followed- he pointed in the direction of his bedroom as he headed straight. “Undress and get in bed Mrs. Vicks.”

“I need to shower I’m-“

“Bed.”

A few minutes later he found her undressed and sitting under the blankets. She had covered herself with the sheet and avoided looking at him. He peeled the radio off his hip and set it on the bed. Lucas didn’t remove a single thing other than that radio. Kneeling in the middle of the bed he tugged the sheet out of her hands. Her legs folded to cover her chest. He grasped her ankles and pulled.  Her body lengthened but not completely. Now lying on her back, Lucas was positioned between her legs.

“It’s all right ma’am.” He had turned on the generic police tone. “I’ll take care of things from here. You just relax.” Before she could respond he licked her clit giving her body a shock. After yesterday he wanted to pay her back, he couldn’t erase the harm he inflicted but he could make her feel incredible- something her husband neglected to do. Moments into the clit party she was grunting as her self-loathing and lust fought to the death.

Lucas lifted his head, wanting to settle the fight. His gray eyes were like cauterizing lasers. “You will come Mrs. Vicks. I will make you. I will not stop until you do. Do you understand?” She just stared at him. “You have no choice Mrs. Vick’s, I am forcing you.”

The rules having been repeated, he returned to her neglected pussy with a fervor. A rhythm would only put her into a relaxing state- Lucas kept her guessing, causing her to gasp or grunt depending on where her air was on the inhale or exhale.

The radio beeped, jarring her, Lucas was well accustomed to its unpleasant rudeness. A tonal screech and then a garbled male voice said, “Duke. Got the usual at the Dakota residence.” Lucas was occupied between Stella’s stiff lower limbs. A couple seconds passed. “Dammit Duke. You there? Damn radios. Reception in this town is shit. Jay! What was that company-“

Lucas picked up the radio, the back of it pressed against Stella’s inner thigh. “Reception is spotty but you said the usual at the Dakota’s.” She started to shimmy up the bed but Lucas’s fingers firmly grasping the left side of her labia stopped her. His gentle tug made her shift back down toward him.

“Roger that.”

“Got it.” He dropped the radio.

“You need to go,” she protested and started to close her legs.

His hands pressed them further apart. “Not until I finish. Once emergency at a time.”

“I’m not an emergency Officer Lucas,” she snipped. “You need-“

“The longer you take Mrs. Vicks the longer Mrs. Dakota will verbally berate her drunk husband.”

“She does? Oh that poor man. He can barely walk because of that accident-“

Lucas smiled at her, “An accident in which he was so drunk he was trying to walk on his broken legs when we got there.” Horror flooded her face. “We hushed it, knew they needed the money. They were about to lose their house.”

“Oh.” She thought a moment as he stared at her. “You did that for them?” Lucas gave a single nod. She gave him a small smile. “You’re nicer than you let on. Aren’t you?”

“No Mrs. Vicks. I’m not.”

She smiled wider. “You are.” No longer afraid of his steel colored eyes, she nodded, “I think you hide.”

“And I think you need to remember what I’m about to force you to do.”

She was suddenly daring. “I bet if I begged you’d let me go.”

He said coldly, “Not a chance.” That hanging in the air, he dove back between her legs. Relentless with his tongue and hands he was going for the kill. Showing her how merciless he truly was.

Her hips raised higher and higher along with the pitch of her moans as she neared orgasm. But she seemed stuck on the cusp- unable to cross.

Excellent.

Lucas protracted this sprint along the cliff’s edge until her body could raise her hips no higher, could raise her tone no higher.

“Come Stella.”

A silent scream erupted from her lips as her pussy trickled with warm fluid, her hips quaking midair, hands flailing. Her body crashed back onto the bed, too tired to curl up. Appearing as if he was lording over her, Lucas proudly watched her catch her breath. Her breasts shaking as she panted, she glanced at him and then her eyes rolled into the back of her head as they closed.

Beautiful woman. My woman. Mine to do with as I wish.

He climbed off the bed and snapped the radio back onto his waist. Stella worked on sitting up but he ordered, “Stay in bed.” He started to the door and she stood. “Right now I am giving you an option.”

“What option?” Her eyes on him, she stooped to pick up her clothes.

“Either you stay on your own accord or I handcuff you.”

“Neither,” she huffed. Lucas was quick. She was pinned to the bed, her arms above her head. A set of handcuffs were whisked from his hip and latched onto her wrists and around the bed post. She studied the zebra wood headboard as if she could work her way through the connected four inch slabs. Seeing her fate she sadly looked at him. “Don’t leave me like this. I’ll stay.”

“Next time. You made your choice Mrs. Vicks. Never forget who is in control here. Do not let yourself be blinded with what you think is a good deed. With the Dakota’s I just saved myself a lot of paperwork by saying a little bit of ice took his car off the road and into the ravine.”

Stubbornness held her chin out, “No. You are nice.”

“No Mrs. Vicks, I’m not. Would you like me to prove my point?” The threat was doused in defiance.

Turning her head away she closed her eyes and said, “No. This is mean enough.” He walked away, before he got to the garage door she called out, “Lucas! Officer Lucas!” He waited. Fear laced her voice, “What if the house burns down?”

Smiling to himself, Lucas left without saying a word.

It was over an hour before he returned. She was sitting up, leaning her side against the headboard, a pillow under her wrists. The bed sheet tucked up as high as possible under her armpits. She cringed when she saw him.

Good.

He sat beside her and unfastened her hands. Gently rubbing her wrists- it appeared like a tender gesture but he was still holding her hostage. When he lifted them to his mouth, his tongue ran over the reddish lines.

She whispered, “How could you leave me like this?” Her arms were trembling from worry. His smile only angered her. “I take it back! You’re not nice!” He yanked the sheet off her, giving even more validity to her point.

Adorable.

“I have quite the security system Mrs. Vicks.”

She pouted, “Fires are quick. It-” He crushed his mouth onto hers. Shutting down the conversation.

“Undress me,” he growled inbetween kisses. Hesitant at first she merely held the buttons of his uniform shirt. A bite on her lower lip prompted her to begin. Her fingers nimbly undid his shirt and as he slid it off his shoulders, she lifted his undershirt from his trousers and pulled it over his head.

Someone is a little eager. Have some tension you need released Mrs. Vicks?

She stopped short of working his belt. His hands guiding hers, she followed the hint and helped him undress. The tension from abandonment unwound as the sexual tension coiled. Suddenly she was breathing hard, trying to tear his clothes from him. He suddenly stood- leaving her hands fluttering midair. His utility belt clattered to the floor once he slipped off his shoes and socks.

Look at you. Terrified and electrified. That is what I want Mrs. Vicks. Need.

She saw his posture change- it was a mental crouch, then he sprung- knocking her onto her back as a loud peal of laughter unexpectedly tore through her. Biting her neck, she was laughing as he pinned her arms, slid between her legs and then slid himself inside. As soon as his dick hit her cervix the laughter twisted into supreme arousal.

“Oh god Lucas!” Her hips rose, wanting him to stretch her further. Lucas had other ideas. Shifting to his knees, he lifted her by the ankles and raised her ass off the bed. The angle was dead on for her gspot. A few thrusts in and she was clutching at the bedding, trying to pass the energy elsewhere to no avail. He built her up and up- but he knew that she needed the trigger. She had learned quick that she needed permission.

“Come,” he grunted so low she could barely hear over her moans. But she did hear and her torso convulsed. Before it finished Lucas pulled his cock out, flipped her over and got off the bed. Stella was scrambling to understand what happened but before she could utter a word Lucas made another move.

Pulling her legs off the side of the bed, he kicked them apart and held them wide with his feet. A forearm across her lover back, his other arm reaching for the drawer of the nightstand. Stella looked to see a bottle with a long nozzle pump on the end.

“What are-“

“Quiet Mrs. Vicks. Something new. I doubt your non pussy eating husband has ever done what I’m about to do.”

Her entire body became still. “What? What are you-“ The nozzle pressed against her untouched asshole was the answer. “NO!” she screamed. “NO LUCAS! NO! I can’t! That’s-“ She screeched as he braced against her, the nozzle slowly pressing inside. She gave it a good fight- using all her strength, but he was not someone she could shake away. Tears began to spill, “IT’S WRONG! NO!”

“Nothing we do is wrong Mrs. Vicks. You need to trust me.”

“NOO! No! Dammit! No!”

Cute. She swore.

Lucas began pumping the room temperature fluid into her- cramping her up. “No!” Her body tried to curl around her abdomen which wasn’t liking the adjustment.

“You’ll be all right in a moment. I don’t want this to hurt your first time.”

Crying softly into the bed, she said, “No. Please don’t Lucas. Officer Lucas, don’t.”

He slowly withdrew the nozzle and set the bottle aside. Holding her cheeks shut, he kissed the side of her face, “It’s all right Mrs. Vicks. You’ll enjoy it. I promise.”

Face still buried in the bed, she murmured, “How can you promise such a thing? It’s wrong.”

“You need to trust me fully. I will not fail you. Things may be uncomfortable but they will not hurt.” He kissed her ear which was bright red. “Just be calm Mrs. Vicks.” She felt his cock slide over her cheek and part them- she tensed. “No Mrs. Vicks, calm or it will cause you discomfort.”

She sobbed into the blankets, “I-I-I- can’t. Can’t be calm.”

“Yes,” he said softly in her ear, that deep, melodious, enchanting tone began- “you will Mrs. Vicks. You will breathe and only think of me. Only think of how it feels- not how you think it should feel. There are thousands of nerves waiting to be touched. To feel me.” To illustrate, he pressed the head of his cock against her hole. “You feel nice Mrs. Vicks. You always feel nice to me.” She inhaled and he kissed the back of her neck, slowly working his way down her vertebrae while at the same time pressing more and more onto her virgin hole. Mid-spine, he saw goosebumps spread over her skin- he took it as a good sign and pushed the head of his dick into her.

“Oh!” She jumped and tried to climb away, but she had no leverage and the fight only aroused Lucas further.

“Quiet.” She stopped moving or making noises. “Very good. Now feel me.” Sliding inside her slowly- the further he went in the more her head rose from the bed. Supporting her weight on her palms she was still rigid. “You’re doing excellent Mrs. Vicks. Excellent.” Her head dropped and she took another deep breath to hold. Once his balls were pressed against her, his dick sunk into her as far as possible, he adjusted his position. He stood upright and carefully pumped himself in her a few times. She still hadn’t relaxed- she was a vice on his dick.

He bent over her, fondling a breast with one hand and her clit with the other. He knew she was conflicted when her head dropped- but her shoulders were still propped off the bed.

“Forget all those taboos Mrs. Vicks. All those people saying it’s wrong. It’s a sin. Perhaps it’s only a sin for the same sex to be together- but not this. This makes no sense for it to be a sin.”

“It is wrong.”

“No, you’re wrong. They’re wrong. Why would it be here? We’re allowed to touch everything but this?”

She giggled, startling him. And startling Lucas was a tough thing to pull off.

“But this,” she giggled again. “Good choice of words. Butt.”

Unable to help himself he smiled, turned her head and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. “Excellent Mrs. Vicks.” She looked at him closely- his eyes warm with a repressed laugh.

“You’re a handsome man Officer Lucas.” His expression didn’t change. “I mean it.”

“I know you do. And I thank you for telling me.” He kissed her again and then studied her again. “Are you in any pain?” She lowered her eyes and shook her head once. “Discomfort?” Head shake. “Different?” She nodded. Pressing his mouth against her ear he threatened, “And in a moment you will enjoy it.” Without budging, letting his hot breath tickle her ear, he began to thrust. By the time he was on the tenth stroke she was gasping.

Lucas stood, reaching around her, he rubbed her clit as he fucked her ass. Seconds later she was moaning into the bed.

Yes. Another promise fulfilled Mrs. Vicks. I do not lie.

There was no middle ground in this fuck- Lucas went from leisurely to hard core. Slamming his body into hers- her small screams were his cheers for more. He granted them with precision, his fingers never leaving her clit.

“Luc-!” She groaned her orgasm into the air, her head snapping backwards. Lucas grabbed those silky strands and kept her head back tight as he continued to fuck her ass. Bewildered and wild with arousal- Stella came again. This time Lucas followed. Holding both of her shoulders, he slammed himself deep- holding it there and bucking upwards. Come filling the depths of her body- filling new terrain. Marking her as his.

He slowly pulled out, a slick trail of ivory following his lead. Pressing her cheeks closed, he rubbed them.

“Excellent Mrs. Vicks. Hold still.” He let go of her ass and watched the mess slide down her legs. She shuddered, the tickle was unbearable, she reached for it but her hand was slapped away. “Hold still.”

“It itched.”

“Hold still.” He left her there, the maddening urge to wipe the descending glob away. She heard water start- Lucas was drawing a bath. He returned. “We have time to bathe. You deserve a good soak. You may do as you please now.”

Immediately she swiped at the come on her lower inner thigh, sighing when she relieved the tickle and groaning when she saw the mess in her hand. Lucas quickly turned away- hiding a smile.

Adorable. Adorable indeed.

To be continued…

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