Threat 4

Stella pushed her cart to her car, Lucas was parked on the corner observing her.

Look at her trying to see me without looking. Magnetic baby. You can’t help it.

She spotted him and looked away, her shoulders hunching as she quickly loaded her bags into her car. Once she had backed out of the parking space he pulled out in front of her, leading the way to the station. Glancing into his rearview mirror he witnessed a white knuckled Stella trying to calm herself. Even though she hardly moved, Lucas could sense the tension in her.

The only stop light in town turned red, giving him a chance to gaze at her in the rearview mirror. Within seconds her eyes found his- he locked on tight.

Magnetic. Like the moon and tides Mrs. Vicks. You can’t help it.

Knowing the light was about to change, he looked away. Lucas could sense her confusion, liking it, knowing it will help cultivate behaviors he wanted.

They drove the three final blocks and she parked beside him in the near empty lot. Lucas watched her gather her purse and climb out of the car.

Doesn’t even slam a door. Soft. Everything she does is understated. Small. Not making waves.

Poker face in place, he quickly strode over to her and roughly grasped her elbow causing her to harshly inhale. The small town didn’t afford a crowd, no one to stare at the small spectacle he made as he hauled her toward the entry.

“Mrs. Vicks. I think I need to show you a cell. Show you how confining they are. What you wish to avoid.” Feeling her tremble, he wished to prolong her anxiety. “Why you must always cooperate with me.” She swallowed audibly- he restrained a smirk. “Jail isn’t as dangerous as prison, but it’s not for someone like you Mrs. Vicks.”

He escorted her right past another officer who seemed blind to their appearance. He was busily filling out a form on a typewriter. Lucas muttered, “Jay.” Jay nodded but never looked up.

Lucas stopped at a desk, collecting a clipboard and paperwork- never once letting go of her elbow. A new fear stained her demeanor, Lucas fed off of it. He yanked her toward a hallway, leading her to the temporary cell which was rarely occupied. He tossed the clipboard onto one of the two metal benches and slickly removed her purse from her shoulder. He shoved her toward the bench, she sat, he searched her purse, easily finding the small Derringer.

“Carrying a concealed weapon without a permit,” he tsked, a demonic grin on his face.  Tucking the gun into his pocket he barked, “Stand up and place your palms and forehead against the wall.”

She gaped at him, not certain if he was teasing. The cold eyes said he wasn’t. Slow with the caution of prey in the presence of a predator, she stood and turned, leaning on her palms.

Yes, Mrs. Vicks. Feel the despair oozing from the walls? Feel the remnants of regret. Self-loathing. Mistakes. Anger. Hate. Fight it baby.

Holding her hips, he kicked her feet apart, throwing her off balance but his strong hands kept her from falling. He slowly patted her, adding vulgarity to the already intrusive standard procedure of checking for contraband. Starting at her shoulders, he coursed down her back and sides. She held her breath. He slid his hands over her arms, coming down and swooping back to feel her breasts. A squeeze and then he searched the underwire bra with fingertips. A small step back, both hands descended her right leg and then up the left. After thoroughly feeling up her ass, delving deep into the crack, he finished off the tour with his fingers digging into the crotch of her jeans.

“What’s that?” He snipped as he touched the right side of her pelvis. Her mind whirled, chaotically spinning, confused about what he was referring to. They were her car keys but her brain was too busy sputtering for her to realize it. Lucas continued to play his part. “Is there something you need to declare Mrs. Vicks?”

She lifted her head from the cement block, “Uh, no! No! Not-“ A firm hand on the back of her neck carefully pressed her face back to the wall. Holding her in place, his free hand reached around and unbuttoned her jeans. She quietly pleaded, “No. Please. We’re in a government building and some-“

“Shut-up,” he began tugging her form fitting jeans down revealing pale pink boy shorts, “there are protocols to follow.” Tension rolled off of her in waves as he pulled her panties down.

“Lucas,” she said softly, “not here, I-“

Pressing his shoulder against her back, he unfastened his belt, “Officer Lucas.”

“Please..”

“You have no options Mrs. Vicks. No say.” The uncompromising, spellbinding voice compelled her to be silent. She shivered hard. He whispered menacingly, “I’m forcing you.” Free from his trousers, he hugged her hips to him with one arm as his other hand led the tip of his cock to her damp pussy. He took his time sliding in, knowing moving slow upped her anxiety. Anxious meant tighter. Her cunt clenched his dick, his mouth opened to pull air- so did hers. The intensity of his gradual, full strokes had her hands in fists, his clung to her hips. Deep breaths- long and loud.

 Lucas fought the compulsion to hurry- she felt so good, unlike his past women.

He rested his forehead on the back of her head, inhaling the clean smell of her hair. His head shifted to press the side of his face to hers, he growled, “Feel it Mrs. Vicks.” She was, but the redundancy of saying it was part of the build. Structuring cues for future events. Certain situations he would put her in. The strain was evident, an energy around them. “Feel it. Tell me you do.”

Eyes closed, mouth open to breathe she groaned with guilt, “I feel it.”

“What do you feel?”

He waited a few strokes, giving her time to consider. She couldn’t help but notice his hold, his pace- the strength. She moaned once and turned her face away from his. “I feel you. I feel your power. Like a vibration.”

Perceptive.

She had more. “You expand the energy with-“ he jabbed hard at her, making her cry out. It echoed in the small cell. “Lucas!” Despite the burning of the nearing end, she was still concerned about being caught.

“How does it feel?”

A dry sob cracked through her throat. “Wrong.”

“And?”

This time the sob gained tears, straining her voice. “Good.”

Perfect.

Satisfied, Lucas thrusted into her with all his might. Shoving her breath out with each hit. She was close, her body tensed. “Come Stella.” She did. Still fucking her full force, her body bent back as her spine curled, her head landing on his collarbone. The long line of the delicate flesh of her throat beckoned him to bite. Teeth sunk in to either side of one tendon, her gasps for air and shuddering were felt through his molars. Biting hard enough to leave marks, hands gripping her, he slammed his dick hard- severely jerking her body. Grunting into her skin as he came.

She became limp in his arms, on the verge of fainting. “You’re okay baby. You’re okay.” He chuckled into her neck, “Did I wear  you out so easily? Or did you need it that badly?” She tried to stand straight but her body had its own agenda around Lucas and loose was all it was offering her. He gently shook her torso, “Mrs. Vicks.”

A shake of her head, she cleared her throat as if shedding a spell. “Um. I..I’m just tired.”

He was grinning behind her back which was struggling to straighten. He wouldn’t let the lie slide, “No Mrs. Vicks. I believe you’re not telling the truth, you needed it. After leaving my house Sunday you’ve been tense. Worried you be found out.” He whispered, “I bet you analyzed every word and glance your husband gave you. Fretted over every move. Every time you spoke you had to first swallow back panic.” He lightly kissed the back of her neck, surprised at his own tender touch. He said softly, “You need me Mrs. Vicks.”

To be continued…

©Clicking Keys Tease 2OIO

Threat 3

Mrs. Vicks was grocery shopping, a dull task. Being ten in the morning, the store was void of people, just a small smattering of employees and customers. As she stretched to reach the refrigerated orange juice, she felt someone lean against her.

“Excuse me miss,” said the familiarly haunting voice of Officer Lucas. Stella froze. “It’s been four days. How are you doing?” He didn’t move.

“Uh, uh, I’m all right. How are you Officer Lucas?” He found her uneasiness adorable.

“I’ll be better in a few minutes. Follow me Mrs. Vicks.” He turned and disappeared between the swinging doors leading to the loading dock. She didn’t budge. Once he stepped through she heard him demand, “Now Mrs. Vicks.”

She tiptoed through, fearful of being caught. She whispered, “Someone will catch-“

“No deliveries today. No one will be back here.” Lucas leaned against a pallet of bagged dog food. He undid his belt and zipper then pulled out his soft cock. “What are you going to do Mrs. Vicks?”

Eyeing his display, she was perplexed. “What do you-“

“You need to satisfy me. I don’t care how you do it- but you’re running out of time.”

She joked, “Give me thirty minutes and a stove and I could cook chicken cordon bleu casserole.”

So charming. And terrified.

No matter what played in Lucas’s head, nothing changed his stern expression. “Decide or I will.”

She looked around anxiously, fearful of being caught. Feeling the steely gaze, she avoided his eyes and stepped toward him. The cement floor was filthy. To avoid dirtying her jeans she bent in front of him, her hands on the pile of dog food, giving her support. Her mouth hovered, uncertain of how to start.

Lucas watched her, but held still. A man of patience.  She nervously licked her lips, not a sensual gesture to most- but he felt otherwise. He loved the internal conflict raging in her.

A small inhale then she held her breath, bent her neck upwards and came at the pliable tip of his dick. This tilted her face upwards as she opened her mouth. A glance at his intense eyes made hers close.

“Look at me Mrs. Vicks.” She took a deep breath, the cock still soft in her mouth, and then opened her eyes. It was difficult for her, humiliating. There is no running away in your mind when you’re staring into eyes like his. She was very aware of everything- the vulnerability was breathtaking. He didn’t have to say a word- she began sucking on it, coaxing blood by nursing on it like a nipple. Blood surged, the flesh filled her mouth. Eventually it popped from her lips, she adjusted her angle, her face towards the floor as she slid him back in her mouth. “Eyes on me.”

She let go of him and looked up. “Um, won’t it hurt bending like-? Or- um, I don’t know how to- which way..” Flustered, she turned her reddening face away.

“You won’t hurt me,” Lucas said pressing down his stiff cock, making it parallel to the floor. “Eyes on me.” Trying to adjust her stance, the bags of dog food were too low and far away. He was amused that she repositioned her hands repeatedly on the pallet- doing everything to avoid any more contact with him. Touching her chin, he lifted her mouth away from his dick. He took each wrist and lifted them, placing her hands on his hips.

How is it possible for her to blush harder? This innocent..an angel. She’s an angel. Blushing. That is something I enjoy and rarely get.

The hands were frozen in place, too apprehensive to accommodate her needs. “Get comfortable Mrs. Vicks.” Looking away, she adjusted her hands to help her balance. Lucas liked the feel of her holding him, hoping to eventually see some emotion in her grasp. She turned her eyes to his, took his cock in her mouth and began sliding him in and out of her face. After a few moments, her brows pinched. Concerned she wasn’t doing it right.

“You may use your hands too, if you wish.” The pinch didn’t dissipate. “What is it Mrs. Vicks?”

She looked away and pulled her head off him. “I’m not making..I’m not very good at this.”

“You’re fine.” Lucas rebuffed a smile when he saw a pout flicker on her face.

So fucking cute.

“You don’t seem to like it.” The pout was growing, so was his battle against chuckling.

“Trust me, I liked it. Feel free to use your hands. Try sucking, running your tongue around the head. Use your imagination Mrs. Vicks.” Patting her sagging shoulders, he guided her back to his dick. “I’ll be done in minutes.”

“How do you know?” She asked, her surprised face a millimeter away from his stem.

The grin slid like a serpent across his face. “I am in control Mrs. Vicks. Of many things.”

Wide eyed in awe and fear, she began to suck on the tip. He let a groan slide. It was the gold star she needed, suddenly her enthusiasm took over. She sucked, and licked and hummed. Sliding him further back into her mouth until she felt herself close to gagging. Her tongue flicked, whipped and slithered over that sensitive skin.

“Excellent Mrs. Vicks, take a deep breath and exhale.” She did, “Now, prepare to swallow.” Before she could pull away, he grasped her head and jabbed his cock into her throat. Ignoring the gags, he pushed her head back, tilting it so his come hit the roof of her mouth. She gave a slight cough and then sucked him like a straw, her hands knotted on the edge of his pants pockets. She grimaced at the taste but downed most of it, a strand of the milky substance slid from the corner of her mouth. Finished, Lucas pulled out, used his cock to wipe up the stray fluid on heading to her chin and gently pressed it back into her nouth. “All of it.” She carefully sucked the remainder off, her eyes still closed from gagging earlier.

He pulled away and helped her stand. Sitting on the dog food, he reached for her hips and pulled her to him. She turned her head away.

“My mouth tastes terrible,” she said quietly making Lucas chuckle. She strained to see him out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to breathe on him.

Always minding her manners. The perfect hostess even though I just pressured her into sucking me dry.

“Do you think that would bother me?” He asked flatly.

She shrugged, “I feel if it bothers me, it may bother others.”

“It doesn’t.”

Usually, after a blow job, he wants a woman to go away and quickly dismisses them but he wanted her to stay. He inhaled and caught a whiff of her perfume.

Touching his nose to her neck below her ear he asked, “What are you wearing?” He inhaled again, pressing his face to her skin as his hands slid up her back.

“Chanel. Mademoiselle.”

“Mm. Not familiar with that one. It’s perfect on you.” Turning his head he pressed the side of his face to her throat.

I want to bury myself in her.

Lucas nearly jumped when she felt her hands touching his wilted dick. Instead he became still as she gently started putting him away. He released her enough to finish, to zip and fasten his hook and belt. Grasping her upper arms, he watched her fingers work. As she slid the belt through the loop, he looked up at her, her eyes were on her task and switched to gaze at his gun.

He said, “Semi-auto-“

Her smiled stopped him. “Glock. A .45?”

Fuck me.

Lucas’s cock stirred as if she had said the filthiest thing he had ever heard. He gave a crisp nod.

Lightly touching it she said, “Used to go hunting with my brothers. My Dad. Have-“ She halted. Her face worried and quickly paling.

“And?”

She avoided his eyes and stepped back only to have him pull her back to him. Those stern eyes burning into her head she whispered a confession, “I have unregistered weapons.” This time he couldn’t help it, Lucas chuckled. “It’s not funny. I always mean to..it’s just something I never get around to. I bought some at gun shows, inherited-“ Lucas emitted a small groan, his dick was now fully swollen again. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. Never met a woman who knew guns who wasn’t in the field.”

“Oh.” She nervously said, “I’ll get them registered. I’ll go today-“

“No Stella. Don’t. Unless you’re going to carry a concealed weapon, don’t worry about it.” Her blush deepened and he realized something. “You have one on you now?” She nodded. “I checked your records Mrs. Vicks.” He was smirking at her. “For a law abiding citizen, carrying an unregistered concealed weapon without a permit..” he chuckled. “Oh Mrs.-, you..” he laughed. “I’ll help you take care of that. Wouldn’t want you to end up behind bars.”

“So you won’t..write me- ticket me? Or confiscate it?”

“I could cuff you and throw you in a cell for a day.” He watched her eyes widen. “But I’d hate to ruin your day. No, we’ll take care of it today. Just a few simple papers. Would you like to ride with me?“

“I have a cart full of-“

“All right. I’ll meet you outside.” Holding her arms, he didn’t want to let go. But even he knew they were pressing their luck. Too much time had passed. Wanting a little more, something more intimate he wanted one more touch. Right when he was about to lean in to kiss her, she spoke.

“Your eyes change color.” A single raised eyebrow prodded her further. “Sometimes they’re blue and other times they look gray.”

“Depends on the light. Reflective surfaces.” She was still staring into them. A small, frightened animal that knew the beast wouldn’t hurt her. Or at least, it was pretty sure he wouldn’t. “Let’s go.”

To be continued…

©Clicking Keys Tease 2OIO

Threat 2

Her internal alarm clock went off, she woke in the dark. The usual winter dark gray loitered this time of year. She fumbled her way to the bathroom and eventually found her clothes and dressed. Surprisingly, Officer Lucas never stirred.

The smell of bacon in the air eventually pulled Lucas from his sleep. “What?” He sat up, uncertain of what was happening. Stealthily he climbed from bed, coffee added to the aroma. “She’s cooking.” Peering into the warmly lit kitchen, he saw Mrs. Vicks standing at the stove making eggs. Although her shoulders looked tight, nervous, she was a natural in the kitchen. She turned bacon, buttered the toast and kept moving the eggs without a misstep.

Lucas, still wearing only skin and a little sleepiness, stepped into the kitchen, “Good-“

She jumped, and squealed, flicking eggs onto the wall and stove. “Oh! Oh goodness!” Her hand on her heart, she gasped, “You startled me.”

Lucas grinned at the ill at ease expression she wore. His stride was slow, determined. Her eyes drank in his sculpted body and then jumped to his eyes, she looked away, completely embarrassed.

Blushing. I love that. I love that shy, uncertainty. So fucking cute. So fucking hot. Fuck she is innocent.

“Good morning,” he watched the pink slowly turn to red as he exhaled on her neck. “Did you sleep well?” Standing behind her, he slid his hands around her waist while she acted as fry cook. “Hm?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you up so early?”

“Habit.”

She could feel his cock against her hip, it was hard and waiting. “I like to fuck first thing in the morning Mrs. Vicks. Before breakfast.”

“Oh. Breakfast is almost done. I-“

Before she could say anything, he snapped off the burners, pushed the frying pans off the stove and turned her around. She was still holding the spatula.

He grinned at her shock, “Mrs. Vicks. You can set that down or hold onto it but you may want your hands.” A shaky hand set the spatula down on the counter. His fingers reached for the hem of her dress and he stood straight, gathering the fabric in his hands. “Ever fuck in the kitchen?” Her tiny head shake said no. “Why not?”

He loathed the shame he saw on her face and heard in her voice, “Sex is for bedrooms.”

Lucas’s face became angered slits. “Who says? Your husband?” Eyes averted she nodded once. “Fucking idiot.” Seeing her discomfort- a kind of discomfort he did not find arousing, he growled, “We’re going to fuck everywhere Mrs. Vicks. Everywhere. But this morning we’ll start here.” By this time his hands were on her bare thighs and sliding up, taking his time. “Wha-“ Last night her underwear had been cut off of her, but she was wearing something. “Verrückt!” He roared as he saw the purple lace panties sporting a new waistband of duct tape. Clinging to her, he howled into her hair. “You smart devil you! Fuck, that is cute! Niedlich.” Leaning back, his hands on her hips he looked again. Still laughing, he marveled, “Mrs. Vicks. Now I have truly seen every use for duct tape.” He got to his knees for a closer examination.

She stammered, “I..I couldn’t- it’s not proper to go out without wearing undergarments. I couldn’t go home without wearing-“

Hugging her legs, his head resting on her hip, he was still chuckling. “Mrs. Vicks. New rule. No panties. None.  Not in my house. You enter my any of my territory, you’re to remove them and keep them off.”

“I couldn’t. I can’t,” she was panicked.

Looking up at her, he tapped on her buttock until she looked at him. “Afraid you’ll get in an accident? Get pulled over and searched? What?” She shrugged. “Breaking a boundary. A small one.” He stood, smiling at her flushed face.

Damn she is cute. Duct tape panties. Fuck’s sake, that’s the best use yet.

“Officer Lucas? What’s need-lish?” He smiled wider. “You said something else. German?”

 “Ew-fah?” She nodded. “Verrückt. That means crazy. Mad.” His grin widened. “Need-lish, niedlich..means cute.”

He loved seeing her blush again as she heard his compliment. “Uh, er, sounds German.”

“Yes.” Turning to the butcher block that hosted a party of knives, he plucked one and faced her. With just his eyes he demanded eye contact as he slid that cold blade up her leg between tape and skin. Her hands gathered on her throat, fluttering slightly, just like the pulse in her neck. A few harsh pulls, her body jerked as she tried to stay still. The tape was broken. Not trusting his left hand, he turned her around, and pulled her tight against him. He lifted one of her hands up behind her head and set it on the back of his neck and then he did the other. Understanding his intentions, she hugged his neck as the knife separated her flesh from tape. Sinking his teeth into her neck, he pulled the knife hard making her gasp. The modified panties  were free of her hips and caught between her thighs and him. He tossed the knife at the sink as he watched her eyes close, she was breathing like a dog in summer heat.

Terrified. Terrified and not exactly certain I won’t hurt her. Good.

The dress was bunched up on her waist, his hand slid over her torso, heading south, the other grasped her wrists and held them behind his head. He watched her chest rapidly rise and fall, her eyes were squeezed shut.

Hoping I go away or fuck? Hmm.

The massacred panty hung limply, his fingers sailed over her trimmed hair and found her slit. Expert digits knew their paths. The index and ring finger angled and pressed, peeling apart the lips, the middle finger went for the target. The moment the button was touched she held her breath. A firm touch was applied and lifted, applied then lifted. It circled, it pressed. Swelling that little piece of flesh. Still fighting her urges, Lucas smiled.

“Don’t fight it Mrs. Vicks. You’re going to come.”

“Shouldn’t,” she gasped, her eyes closed tight.

“ I’m forcing you.”

“Still shouldn’t.” Her jaw was locked, he loved her resolve.

“I’ll just force you harder.” With that his finger dug into her, she cried out and tried to get away but he quickly bent her over the kitchen table, his finger never stopping its assault. She struggled but his hand owned her arms- so helpless up and behind her head. He kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs. As if on autopilot, his cock pressed against her pussy, finding it wet. It aimed and entered making them both groan.

“No…no..this is wrong. No.” She was fighting the orgasm he was conjuring on her clit. “No. This isn’t right! This isn’t-!” She screamed as her body betrayed her, convulsing as she came. She groaned in disgust.

“No Mrs. Vicks. Feel it. Feel how much your body needed it,” he said darkly as he slowly slid his dick in and out of her. He shook her hands behind his head. “Feel it. You feel better. You needed it. You need-“ he thrusted hard knocking air from her already panting lungs, “this. Me. What I can give you.”

Suddenly she went soft, becoming a rag doll. “I feel wrong.”

“No. What’s wrong was how he made you feel. Sex is natural Mrs. Vicks. What your husband does and doesn’t do is unnatural. You’ve just acclimated to it.” He fucked her slowly, not wanting to rush. He savored every slide into her body, knowing he was violating Mr. Vick’s property, reveling in the idea that he was marking it as his own. Feeling her legs tighten he knew she was fighting another orgasm. “And I’m correcting it.”

“You’re so full of bull,” she said. He found her insult charming.

“You are. Fighting your body’s natural reaction.” He let go of her arms and stood straight to unzip her dress. Pinning her to the table with one hand firmly between her shoulder blades, the other was gradually unzipping her. “Feel it. Come on Mrs. Vicks. Feel it baby.” He was twirling his hips, caressing her insides with his cock. He smiled to himself when she loosened, started to give in. “There now. You’re feeling it.” Dress undone, he pulled out of her and away.

She didn’t know what to do as he took a step back. Trembling, she turned, her legs pressed to the table, trying to be as far away from him as she could. Eyes on the floor, she stepped sideways as she smoothed down her dress. Another step, another, then she turned.

“Where are you going Mrs. Vicks?” It was an ominous tone. “We’re not done.”

She only paused but resumed her path to the garage door. “I need to get home. My-“ The moment her hand touched the doorknob he had her against the door. “My daughter will-“

“We’re not done Mrs. Vicks.” This time he yanked the dress down her shoulders.

“No. I’ve-“

He whipped her around, the dress fell to the floor. He shoved his body against hers, bent, grabbed her thighs and lifted her. So stunned and aroused, she exhaled a faint scream. Lucas thrusted his hips, jabbing slightly off target but hitting the side of her hole, causing a rough slide in. He fucked her fast and hard- not giving her a chance to adjust or speak. Wanting her to look at him, he grabbed her hair, not harsh enough to harm but a warning. His ice blue eyes pierced her hazel ones. Her mouth was open, trying to pull in air fast enough, her mind too jumbled to think of what to say.

“Come,” he demanded. Her face twisted as the orgasm bubbled up through her body. It tried to throw her head back, but he held tight. She screamed and his mouth crashed onto hers. Wanting to absorb the cry of pleasure. Consume it.

He didn’t slow as she became limp. He hefted her onto his hips and carried her to the sink. The gooseneck spout pressed into her spine. Pulling her hips toward the edge he started fucking again, pumping hard and fast. He reached behind her and flipped on the water. She cried out when the cold rushed down her back and over her ass. He was a machine, fucking to release her next round. Lucas was disciplined, able to entertain females for hours. The water warmed, he felt it running over his hands. Before it got hot, he adjusted the temp, keeping it cold. Keeping her senses on edge. He pulled the sprayer around her and sprayed her breast making her wince. Shivering brought a rash of bumps, her already hard nipple stood taller, like a queen. He bit it, she tried to buck him off but he dug in, only letting go when she whimpered. He gave it a kiss and lifted his head to look at her. Her blonde hair shimmering in the light every time he connected with her.

So vulnerable. Frightened. Frightened that there might be an animal in her. Terrified it may break loose.

He smiled at her, it only made her eyes wider with fright, he slowed his pace. A hand behind her head he pulled her head and kissed her. Casual at first, he toyed with her lips, his tongue flicking like a serpent. Consoling her for the nip on her breast. He kissed her sweetly while his other hand positioned the sprayer above her breast, he turned it on making her jump, then his tongue struck- sliding into her mouth. He dropped the sprayer, it threw water in a random pattern, spattering both of them. His hand cupped her breast, squeezing.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Mrs. Vicks kissed back. Lucas felt victorious and wished to reward her. He restarted the crisp snap of his hips, pulling back from the kiss just enough to stay out of tongue’s reach. He had hold of her hair and bent her head back again.

“Feel it baby. Feel it.” Feeling her surrender, he fucked with full force. He watched her eyes close, her cheeks and forehead pinken. “Do you feel it?” He shook her head by her hair.

“Yes,” she panted toward the ceiling.

“Want me to stop?”

She grimaced. “No,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel it. Feel you. Feel you again.”

“Feel me come?”

“Y-yes.” Tears slipped from her eyes with that confession.

“I’m forcing you,” he grunted as he hit each stab home. “It’s not your fault. Say it. Say it’s not your fault.”

“It’s not my fault.” She didn’t believe it.

“I’m making you Mrs. Vicks. I’m forcing you.” Lucas was laying the groundwork for dominance. For her submissive future. “I’m making your body feel this way. Forcing you to react this way. You have no choice. No say.” He saw the thought culminating as her body gathered for another climax. “I’m in control Mrs. Vicks. Not you. You do as I say. Say it.”

“I do as you say,” she gasped, her face straining to hold back.

“Mrs. Vicks. You do as I say and I say COME NOW.” It was the trigger. Back arching, she croaked, unable to breathe as her body snarled for another rush. “COME.” As if an electrical current ran through her, all muscles contracted as she groaned through another. Seeing her in the middle of this, Lucas let himself go. He growled, “Stella.”

Hearing her name, feeling so vibrant and elated, she kissed his neck as his body tried to shove his entire pelvis inside her. Her kisses failed to land properly, instead they were skewed, turning into open mouthed licks. As he slowed her teeth began grazing skin, biting lightly. Finished, he stroked her hair and then pulled it carefully, guiding her mouth to his. Her tongue greeted his lips, he quickly slid her in, beginning a smoldering kiss. Letting go of her hair, his hands traveled her body as their mouths kept busy. He felt goosebumps on her skin and turned off the water.

He pulled his face away and smiled at her. A possessive smile. A pleased smile. “You made us breakfast.”

Again she was shy, “Uh, I made you breakfast. I..”

“Stella. Stella, look at me.” She did, her blush changing from afterglow to timid. “You’re eating with me.” He pulled away and lifted her off the counter, out of the sink. “You go clean up, I’ll warm up the food.” She turned and he spanked her butt, making her squeal, her hands covering her cheek. Chuckling, he turned on the stove and watched her nervously giggle as she soothed her soon to be handprinted ass.

Breakfast. She made breakfast for me. Guilt? Thanks? Why would she do that?

He chuckled as he set the table, he laughed when he saw her panties on the floor.

A trophy. Cutest trophy. Oh fuck she’s niedlich. Duct tape. Ridiculous.

Looking at the lacy rag in his hand, he grinned.

Phenomenal potential. Best one yet.

Burners going, he put fresh bread in the toaster and took her panties to his room, tucking them in his underwear drawer.

A daily chuckle.

They met in the hallway. “Aren’t you going to put on a robe or get dressed?” She asked.

“No and neither will you.” Taking her waist he realized he usually just led women by pressing the small of their back, this one he wanted close.

I feel differently about this one. The others were..they were snippy. Bitchy. She’s a people pleaser. She wants to make people happy, even if it makes her unhappy. The others I had to break their rebelliousness, selfishness- but she..Stella only has one thing to break. Something rather sweet- her puritanical view of sex. And her shyness- no, she’s not shy, she’s been stifled.

He pulled out a chair for her, he had set a tea towel down on it for her. “Thanks,” she said averting her eyes. “Don’t you want any help with-“

“Sit.” A firm hand on her shoulder kept her still. He went to the stove to finish up the eggs. “An all white omelet. How did you know?” He smiled at her over his shoulder.

“I guessed. You’re..obviously conscious of what you eat judging by your fridge and freezer.”

“Hm. Playing detective?”

“No. Just..”

The eggs were finishing up, his back to her he asked, “Why did you make me breakfast?” She was silent. “Tell me Stella. I want to know.”

“I felt it was polite.”

He could feel her watch his shoulders shake as he quietly chuckled. “Polite.” He sighed, “Oh Mrs. Vicks you are so cute.”

“Uh, um. Yeah. Well, er, you have a lovely kitchen.”

An amused glance over his shoulder, he raised a single eyebrow. “Slight change of topic.” She looked away, the wall had her full attention. “Not what you expected? You thought..what Mrs. Vicks?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Really. I didn’t..” Toast done, she leapt up to get it. “Do you like jelly or honey or cin-“

“Sit,” he insisted without looking at her. She returned to her chair. “You’re normally the one to serve people Stella but not this morning.” Sliding eggs onto her plate he asked, “What do you like on your toast?”

They traded toast and coffee information. Once all the food was on the table he sat and took her hand in his.

Her eyes widened for a moment and then she bit back a giggle. The giggle wasn’t about to be held hostage, she covered her eyes with her free hand.

“Mrs. Vicks?” She was shaking. “Stella?”

Eyes closed, she held up her hand asking for a moment to compose herself. “Oh. Oh goodness. I-“ She laughed.  “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. Goodness. Oh Officer Lucas you-“ He was smiling at her, waiting patiently for her to clue him in. “Goodness. Uh, why did you take my hand? You pulled on it, right?”

“Yes. I want you on my lap.”

Her hand slapped back over her mouth, she hunched over her plate, body crushing air from her. She tried repeatedly to speak, only calming once Lucas kneeled on the floor beside her, he stroked her spine and pulled her face to his neck. Without thinking she hugged him and slowly caught her breath.

“I’m sorry. Goodness I’m sorry.” He waited, hands still swimming over her skin. “Please don’t be upset or of- offended but I thought you were going to say grace.” She lifted her head to look at him. The glacier blue eyes glittered, his eyes narrowed as a grin stole across his lips. She snorted. He chuckled. She giggled. He laughed. Relieved she hugged him again. “Oh! I’m so glad you thought it was funny!” It was only the beginning of his outbreak. He rolled backwards, pulling her off the chair onto him on the floor. “Lucas!” She squealed in hysterics as he howled for the second time this morning.

He loved the feel of her on top of him. Loved feeling her laugh. Loved that she was carefree if even just for a moment. When she tried to crawl off of him, thinking she was too heavy or making him uncomfortable, he wrapped his arms and legs around her, holding tight. It was several minutes before they calmed, before the loud sighs visited.

Hell, this one just might kill me. A good death.

She was nestled under his chin, the side of her face on his chest, her fingers tucked into his armpit.

I like her here. How could that lard ass husband of hers be so stupid? Fuck. This one is worth stealing. Is she always this great? How could this beauty be ignored?

She said, “I should reheat the eggs. I’m sure they’re cold.”

“You’ll do no such thing. I’ll do it and then I’m going to feed you.”

She lifted her head, smiling at him, she asked. “Feed me?”

“Need to keep you nourished.”

“I can feed myself.”

“That’s not the point.”

“What is the point?” Such an innocent curiosity on her face made him gentler than he usually was.

“I’m in control Mrs. Vicks.”

“Oh.”

“I will never harm you Stella. Nor will I let you be harmed.” The steely gaze etched that into her mind. “With me you’ll be safe and you’ll be shown what you’ve been missing.” Not in any hurry, he stared at her hazel eyes. “I heard your stomach growl Stella.” She nodded. “Let’s eat.”

They stood, he sat her at the table and she watched as he reheated their food. Eating off one plate, she sat sideways on his lap and he fed her. He enjoyed watching her chew, seeing it slide down her throat, filling her.

I will be her nourishment. She’s starved and I will feed her. She worked hard last night and this morning. Restraining herself and then her body rebelling against her mind. When she came she was wild. A giftzieg is pacing back and forth in her.

“Giftzieg.” She looked down at him, wondering what he said. “My hellcat. Giftzieg.”

“Why do you say that?” Her large eyes were glossy pools of pale green.

“Your spirit Mrs. Vicks, is a hellcat. But you’ve never been permitted to run loose. You’ve always been tied up or tightly caged. No more confinement.” The nipple near his mouth hardened, he gently kissed it. “I’m releasing you Stella.” His hand held the other breast as he flicked her nipple, making her gasp. “Free to run.” His hand slipped between her legs. “Free to claw, to bite.” Fingernails dug into her inner thigh making her inhale deeply. “Free to scream. To be wild Stella.” He peered up at her, her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, breathing shallow and quick. “I know it frightens you. Scared to find out what you’re capable of, but Stella,” he slid his finger into her mouth and she absentmindedly sucked it, “I will free you. You’ll feel alive like never before.” Crooking the finger in her mouth, he pulled her face down to his to kiss her. “You’re mine.”


Threat 3 to be posted soon...

Teased

I know exactly what you want. You want me to be in control. Feel like you have no say. The shame and guilt I induce can all be blamed on me. That way you’re free to enjoy it. That’s all right. Give me the blame. Once you kiss my toes.

Limbs spread wide and fastened to the bed, I toy with you. For hours. I touch and torment and then leave you alone in the room. I come back for more. Teasing you painfully. Your arms and legs ache, wanting to grab me and fuck. No. Not yet. Maybe not today at all.

The tip of my tongue slides around your balls, then I suck one and then the other. Delicate as eggs, I roll them in my mouth. Your cock is hard, throbbing and waiting but I do not touch it. I breathe hot breath onto the tip, the pre-cum rolling in big drops. My tongue barely touches the rim of the helmet, you groan, desperate for me to lick all of it, to welcome it deep into my moist, warm mouth. Instead I kiss my way up your shaft and when I reach the point, I flick the slit making you buck. Kissing your inner thigh, I stroke your cock with my hand- but ignoring the wonderfully sensitive tip. In unison I lick your taint and pull on the end of your cock, pulling the skin taut between the two. You beg me to suck you. I refuse.

Sitting up, my back to you, I play with my tits. You want to fuck. You want to be fucked hard. I ignore you. I know your balls are aching. I’m going to build a tidal wave of come but it takes time.

I bend over beside your head, twirl the two holes that could soon be yours. One is wet, the other is tight and dark. You want either- both. You don’t care. Right now your pulse is drumming so hard your cock twitches  in time with your heart.

Straddling your waist, I lick your nipples. You don’t care for it but I pinch both as I nibble on your ear. Ah. Your hot spot.

You writhe, lift your groin and ask me to ‘Do something. Anything!’ I kiss the tip of your angry cock then I kiss it again. This time it’s a French kiss. You groan when I suck your knob while I jerk your shaft. You purr, grunt and gasp. ‘Yes! Yes!’ You say. ‘Fuck me baby. Please.’

Not yet. Fingers find their way into your mouth. You follow instructions and suck them like I tell you to. You do it hungrily. As if you’re giving me a demonstration of what you want me to do to your cock. For some reason, this turns me on. A lot. Crazily. You see this and graze my fingertips over your teeth as you turn your head.

‘Give me a tit,’ you say.

Smiling, I head south of you. My wet finger gingerly rubs your asshole, your body thrusts, you feel it slide in to the first knuckle. Stroking your shaft with one hand, the other is busy twisting in your ass.

‘Please baby, enough. Let’s fuck.’

Instead I slide my entire finger into your ass and find your prostate. You groan, the pressure in your cock is unbearable now.

‘Please. Please,’ you gasp.

‘Please what?’

‘Fuck me. Please baby.’

‘Soon.’

You yell in anger, hours of frustration. I shove your dick into my mouth and suck it hard. You cry out, your hips high in the air trying to shove it down my throat. I pull away and straddle your face.

I insist, ‘Show me how bad you want to come.'

Never before have you licked a pussy so fervently. Knowing as soon as I come your torment cock will sink deep. Unable to use your hands, I hold the lips of my cunt open for you. You suck on that little bump of flesh like a starved puppy sucking a nipple. No need for me to ride your face, you pull me in with your tongue. Within a couple minutes I begin to moan, your teeth nibble on me and its my undoing. I come, a trickle of juice slides over your chin.

You’ve done well. Time to be rewarded. Sitting on your lap, facing away from you, I slide your dick into my wet cunt. I lean forward and pump myself on just the tip of your cock. You see your knob buried and the pink swallowing an inch below. My body milks the tip, sucking around the helmet’s edge, making you tremble.

‘All of it. Fuck all of it,” you demand.

I crash my ass onto your pelvis and you see my cheeks shake. You groan, wanting more and afraid you won’t get it. Slowly I rise up, your cock slipping further and further out until just tip is barely in that warm hole. Just as gradually I slide my hips down. Using what little leverage you have, you thrust upwards and I hold my cunt just out of reach. If you pull away it will pop out. You learn quickly and settle yourself back down. I slide you back inside me and begin a slow pump. Up and down. Up and down. This slow ride continues for a minute.

‘Excuse me.’ I say and unlock one of your handcuffs. ‘I’ll be back in a minute.’ I crawl off the bed and disappear into the bathroom.

You’ve had enough of this domination stuff. You need to be fucked and you’re going to fuck. Within seconds you’re free of your bonds and waiting at the bathroom door. I don’t know what you're going to choose, either way I know I’m in for a great ride. Not even a step out the door, you grab my arm and viciously throw me onto the bed face first. I roll over and try to get up but you’re not having it. Instead you grab my thighs with bruising strength and pry them apart, your cock aimed at my soaked pussy. So frustrated, you jab at my slash, missing the hole twice and making me wince before you shove it in to the hilt.

‘Bitch,’ you grunt as your entire body works on this fuck. All that energy needs to go. You’re blind with need and the only thing that sobers you is when I scream with an orgasm. ‘I’ll make you scream.’ You pull out, flip me over and yank my ass cheeks apart.

‘NO!’ I yell and try to get away.

‘Yes!’ You say and then spit on the puckered hole. Your unwelcome cock knocks on the back door but there’s not a greeting, just me trying to escape. So you force your way into my ass. Pop. I cry out. You spit on your hand and stroke your stem. I scream the entire time you slide in. My hole is on fire, your balls are buried in my crack. ‘Hold on bitch, I’m going to fuck you hard.’

It’s no lie. Kneeling over me, your cock jabs parallel to my spine. It burns, it hurts but is wild enough to make me hotter. You love fucking this taboo spot. Seeing your cock force its way into this unwilling woman. You grunt as I squirm.

You pull my hair lifting my head off the bed, ‘Fucking your ass. You’ll be walking funny for days bitch.’

You’re slick with sweat, your balls are jammed into my lips, swelling both of us as you keep stabbing your cement hard cock into me. You reach behind you, between my legs and pinch my tender clit. I scream again and try to get away. You like the struggle. That I’m trying to escape.

‘Fuck you. You left me tied up for hours,’ you hiss Locking your legs tight against me, I know it’s of no use to fight but try to buck you off. It only turns you on. ‘Fuck baby. Try to shake me off.’ You grunt with each violent jab into me. ‘Going to fill your pipes baby,’ you growl as your thrusts increase in speed, your hands tightly gripping my shoulders to prevent an ounce of give. You want every ounce of pressure to hit me fully.

Hands knotted in the bedding, I bear down as I feel the tiny fissures you’re creating in my ass. You fuck blindly as I gasp, realizing the pain I’ll be in the next few days. Suddenly you groan, your body lurches forward, stretching the hole even more. I cry out, knowing there are streaks of blood on your cock. So much fluid has built up through the day. Your balls force spurt after spurt of come into my body. Deep into my body. Your body jerks backwards a few more times, your cock making sure it’s empty- it is but it keeps dry firing into me. You buck twice more, let go of my shoulders and then shake your hips. Slowly you pull out, backing away until your cock pops out.

‘You’re wide open baby. Wiiiiiiiiiiide open.’ You bend down and with your thumbs your prop the hole open. ‘So wide.’ I hear you spit and feel it land a few inches inside my stretched pipe. I try to squeeze my legs shut but you’re in the way. You know what I’m trying to do and you make more effort to hold the hole open. I try to squeeze the muscles but fighting your thumbs won’t work. ‘No bitch. I’m not done.’ Knowing it’s dangerous, you lightly blow into it. ‘Does it hurt?’ I nod, hoping you’ll let go but instead you wet your finger and gently rub the inner part. ‘Better?’ I nod again and try to relax.

A moment later you withdraw your hold and get on all fours over me. Lowering your head you whisper, ‘If you ever tease me that long again I will not be so nice.’

‘That was nice?’

‘Yes baby, it was very nice. But this isn’t nice.’ The next thing I knew I felt something solid up my ass. I screamed as he turned around and sat on my back. Placing his feet between my knees kept my thighs apart. The vibrator in my ass was turned on high, another one was headed to my pussy, I screeched and wiggled. Sitting on my back he pumped both toys in and out of my holes as fast as he could. The vibrations, the pace- it was too much and I thrashed and gasped as I violently came. He didn’t stop. I cursed and screamed, pleaded and begged- he didn’t stop. I came again. He laughed and kept going. One more scream and when he heard how hoarse my voice was he stopped after the next climax.

‘See. Not very nice,' he said as he stroked my buttocks.

‘You promise not to be nice?’

‘Do you promise to tease me again?’

‘Yeah.’

‘It’s a deal.’

©Clicking Keys Tease 2OIO

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Threat

“Ma’am. I have a video of your daughter doing illegal activity. Knowing she’s an honor student, I decided..” his evil smile ran goosebumps over her arms, “I’ve been in need of a little attention ma’am. It’s a small town and I’d rather not travel to the city or put up with someone’s bullshit, and, around here, everyone knows everyone’s business so I decided to bring this matter to you.”

“I- I..uh. I don’t understand what you’re saying Officer Lucas.”

“Let me say this bluntly. I’d be blackmailing your daughter but I think she’s carrying a disease or two,” Donna’s eyes widened, “seen her sucking boys behind the grocery store a couple times. Never the same kid mind you. You should buy that bitch some knee pads.” It was news to her. A shock.

“My daughter? Are you-“

“You saw the video ma’am. That’s why you’re sitting in my patrol car on a dark street. No one around to interrupt the film and the live show to follow.”

“I’m married.”

“I don’t care what you are. I’ve checked you out, followed you ‘round a while. You’re squeaky fucking clean. I want squeaky fucking clean. And I bet you want your daughter to keep her record clean.” She nodded apprehensively. “Good response Mrs. Vicks. Very good response. I have a few other things I’d like to see how good you respond to. First, you have to follow me home. I know your daughter’s out partying and your husband is gone. Judging by the suitcase he had he’ll be gone a week. We’re going to my place. So get in your car and park in the garage when we get there.”

A curt gesture and she got into her car- her eyes lost in a haze of disbelief.

I’m going to fuck the shit out of that woman. Fuck her like her fat husband can’t. Or doesn’t care to. That old surveillance equipment paid off. Listening to him snore and watch her get up night after night only to wander the house and clean. What a dumb fuck that guy is. She’s smoking hot and not getting laid. I bet she is fucking primed.

She pulled into the garage and he found her still sitting in her car when he came in through the kitchen.

“Follow me.” He turned and briskly walked away, listening for the click of her heels. She’d dressed up for the high school basketball fund raiser. She was an attractive woman, she looked even better in a dress.

He began unbuttoning his uniform as they neared his bedroom, “I’m going to do what I want. I won’t hurt you,” he smirked over his shoulder at her, “and I’ll probably make you come a couple times.” He thought she had looked surprised earlier, now her mouth was open. “Been awhile?” She awkwardly tagged behind him into his bedroom.

“It’s no business of yours,” she huffed but her posture was frozen in fear.

“No, it’s not. But I’m telling you Mrs. Vicks, now is the time in your life you should be having wild urges taken care of. You’re hitting a peak and I bet that lardass husband of yours doesn’t fuck you properly.” Her jaw locked and her eyes narrowed. “Love the attitude ma’am. Fuck me back with that and I’ll be a happy officer.”

“Out of all the people in the world-“

He sat on the bed and began to remove his shoes and socks. “All the people in town. You’re fucking sexy and innocent. I love innocent. I also love clean.” The tidiniess of his house said he insisted on spotless. He eyed her, “Let me guess, lost your virginity to your husband?” Her tight lip grimace gave the answer. “Let me tell you, if you’re not craving sex then fatboy never fucked you right. What a damn waste. Look at you.” He waved his arms at her then unzipped his pants. “How could he keep away from-“

“He works too hard.”

“Yeah. Watching tv and feeding his face. “ Slowing the strip tease, he made sure she saw how fit he was. He would show her what a healthy man could do. “Maybe if he worked a little less hard at those two you’d be getting that innocent pussy a proper-“

“Are you going to talk or can we get this over with?”

Lucas grinned, “Will you undress willingly?” Her eyebrows lifted, she didn’t understand. He growled, “Or do you want me to rip it off you?”

Hands shaking, she reached behind her head to unzip her dress but couldn’t reach the pull. Now she was shaking badly. Lucas stepped around her and unzipped it slowly. Startling her over his light touch.

“You’re so soft Mrs. Vicks.” He watched goosebumps cover her spine. “Let me help, I’ll be nice.” She gripped the shoulders of her dress, not wanting his help. “Or not.” He yanked the out of her hands and dress down her arms. As she bent to grab it he shoved her onto the bed where she fell face first. Too stunned to scream but she did try to fight. Not much luck with that, Lucas was trained to take people down and hold them. A couple moves and she was pinned to the bed on her back wearing only her underwear and bra.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll behave!” She pleaded terrified of being harmed.

“I won’t hurt you Mrs. Vicks. I’m just going to have some fun. You will too.” She glared making him inhale through his teeth. “Mmmmm, I love how angry you look. I want to fuck that anger right off your face.” With that he turned, straddled her face, shoved his cock in her mouth while pinning her arms. “Bite me and I bite you. Suck me and I’ll suck you.”

At first she had just let it slide in thinking she’d just lie there. Biting had come to mind but she didn’t wish to be bit either. Closing her tongue and lips around him carefully, she milked it gently. Lucas inhaled again, lightly thrusting.

“Oh god Mrs. Vicks. I saw you wearing red lipstick months ago and this is what I wanted. Fuck. You’re wearing it tonight. You should wear it more often. Look at it on my cock. So fucking sexy.” She either ignored him or stayed on task, either way he had made a deal. He leaned forward. “Spread your legs Mrs. Vicks.” She didn’t, so he did it for her, his hips still thrusting in her mouth. Her dark purple panties were lacy, showing her black trimmed hair. “So the blonde hair isn’t real. Not that I care.” Tugging them to the side he looked at her slit.

Red lips around my cock and I’m going to eat someone who’s probably never had an orgasm.

A grin on his face he pulled her lips apart, revealing her clit to the atmosphere. He felt her tense and kissed her thigh. “Just keep sucking. I won’t hurt you baby. I won’t hurt you.” The tiny bump of her clitoris was waiting for him. He kissed it and she stopped again. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue and he felt her inhale around his cock, cool air on his wet dick. Circling it with his finger her breathing started to deepen, she was fighting the feeling.

“No, I can’t.”

“I’m forcing you. It’s going to happen no matter what you say or do. I’m forcing you to feel good. You have no choice. You can’t turn your body off, it doesn’t work like that.”

“But..”

“I’ll do your butt later. Or another night. My goal is to get you to come three times.” Yeah, the three strike rule. I bet if I get her to come three times she’ll be my girl for life with no chance of parole.

“I can’t do that. That’s..it’s wrong.”

“In my house. In my bed, with me there is nothing wrong with you. It’s me. Blame me. Blame me for making you feel good. Now suck my cock so I can eat this pussy.”

“N-n-no.”

“Don’t say no or you’ll regret it.”

“No. I can’t. This-“

“Forced,” he sat up, turned and kneeled on her arms, pinning her with no hope of escape. He shoved his hand in the side of her mouth, propping it open. He began to fuck her face with his dick. The wet noise of her throat, the mechanical gagging made for arousing sounds.

“Oh, oh, fuck Mrs. Vicks. Keep disobeying. I think I like fucking you like this. Bet you’ve never swallowed.” She was fighting, her body reacting to choking. “Going to come. Going to come. Yeah. Yes. Fuck, here it comes baby. Swallow baby, swallow.” Makeup smeared from watering eyes and getting her throat pounded, she gasped and coughed her way through the salty muck.

“Oh. Oh yes. Yes baby,” he was sweetly touching her face. “You did great. You did.” He was slowly pumping his hips, the tip of his cock on her tongue. “Such a sweet little mouth. Lipstick all over my cock. So good. I’m going to the bathroom to get you a washcloth so I can clean your face. That mascara looks like it’s burning.” She nodded her head slowly, not looking at him but across the room. He bent down to her, faces inches apart. “You’ve never had your face fucked?” She shook her head. “You did great.” He kissed her cheek and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Did it hurt?”

“No.”

“Did you like it?” She glared at him. “Not this time. Maybe next time.” Before she could react he was off her and headed to the bathroom.

She stood, grabbed her dress and headed to the exit- but he’s a cop. He knew better. Before the door was open enough, he slammed it shut.

“Going somewhere?”

“Home.”

“Once you have three orgasms.”

“Three! THREE! I’m thirty-eight and I don’t think-“ she cut herself off and changed the subject. “How many are you-“

Grinning he said, “Never had one I bet. You will. Now, back to bed miss.”

“Mrs. Mrs. Vicks to you.”

“Certainly, Mrs. Vicks. Let me clean your face.” He dabbed a little lotion under her eyes where the smudges were bad and then wiped it gently with the cloth. “Better. I liked the makeup being smeared, very sexy, but not making your eyes red. Makes my eyes water just looking at them.”

He hopped onto the bed. “On your back, arms and legs spread. Arms over head.” Four sets of handcuffs linked her to the bed. The ones on her arms were looped on rope, giving her some breathing room. He pulled out a knife making her cry out in terror, the handcuffs were already making her tremble. “No, no. For this.” He barbarically sawed her underwear on one hip and pulled it over, leaving the other side attached. Then he sawed the crotch and pulled the purple lace away. She was breathing hard but holding completely still. Fear deep in her face.

“Knives scare me. Please put it away now. Please.”

“Certainly Mrs. Vicks.” He folded it closed and tossed it to the floor. “My tongue will do some stabbing instead.” She watched in disbelief as his smiling mouth headed to her cunt. “Mmm. A pretty pussy Mrs. Vicks. I’m going to earn myself some moving violations.” His tongue poked her clit, her back arched, she inhaled large amounts of air then began to pant.

Mrs. Vicks is going to come quick. Let’s see how quick.

Spreading her labia wide, he circled the bump  then would flick it a few times. Pressure, no pressure, circles, flicks. That little clit got more attention in five minutes than it had in the last five years. Within a couple minutes Mrs. Vicks was automatically thrusting, spittle coming out of her mouth as she valiantly fought her body’s reactions.

“Come Mrs. Vicks. It’s okay. It’s supposed to feel good. It-“

“It’s not! It’s supposed to make me mad! Feel violated! Not like it! I’m not supposed to orgasm!”

“But you will. Especially when I stop teasing,” he was chuckling at the defiant woman. Loving the battle of body and mind.

“Teasing? You’re teasing?” Her brows pinched with worry, she whined, “You mean it’s going to get harder to..”

“Just try to resist Mrs. Vicks. Try.” The gauntlet was thrown down. Lucas made use of his fingers and tongue like he’d never done before. The index finger inside her pussy was stroking upwards, meeting the external thumb that was pressed on her exterior, right above her hole. He sucked her clit, his tongue tapping morse code- COME NOW!

She was thrashing on the bed, the restraints not giving enough to shake Lucas loose. She screamed, at first it was in fury but turned to ecstasy as Mrs. Vicks came so hard she bruised her wrists and ankles on the cuffs. Primal grunts shook out of her as her spine tried to snap itself in half.

Fuck me. I have never heard of or seen anything like that. Nothing.

Lucas sat up on his knees in awe of the woman who was now sobbing with shame. Quickly he uncuffed her and curled her in his arms as she wept over her guilt.

That was the craziest thing I’ve..like a fucking breakthrough. Fuck. Did she break a sound barrier or what? A sexual sonic boom. Fuck me.

She cried for several minutes, Lucas was stroking her hair and back. Marveling at the woman in his arms.

Pent up to a nuclear level. She must feel better. She has to. Fuck my cock is so hard. Fucking hard.

“Mrs. Vicks,” he said softly, “have you ever come before that?”

Hiding her face in her hands against his chest she nodded. “College. Had a friend who did..who gave me oral and..I’d never felt anything like it.”

“But your husband doesn’t-“

“No. He doesn’t..he thinks it’s wrong.”

“What!?”

“Yeah. I don’t understand his logic. Or why. But he thinks it’s immoral.”

“Do you suck him?”

“I’ve tried a couple times. He thinks that’s wrong too.”

“Oh god. You poor thing. Fuck Mrs. Vicks, he’s an idiot. A fucking idiot. What- How can you be married-“

“It’s just sex,” she shrugged and looked at him. She was embarrassed.

“Mrs. Vicks,” Lucas suddenly became concerned with her life, “sex is important. How can you-“

“I just do. Can I go now?”

“Fuck no.” Lucas was stern, “Two more orgasms for you.”

“I might have broken my orgasm maker with that one,” she wasn’t trying to be funny but Lucas laughed making her blush. “It almost hurt.”

“But it didn’t. Let me fuck you. Make you come.”

“I can’t. You don’t-“

“This isn’t a choice. And I want you more than ever. Lie down Mrs. Vicks. On your back or I’ll force you.” She laid back, he tucked a pillow under her ass and grabbed her ankles. “Look at you. You’re glowing.”

“Sweating.”

“No. Glowing. I know what I’m talking about.” He rubbed the tip of his cock at her hole, her eyes were  wide. “How many?”

“How many what?”

“Cocks have you had in here?”

“One.”

Lucas grinned, “And soon me. Ready?” She nodded, her hole pinched tight with nerves. He pressed, “Oooh. You’re resisting. Let me in. In the name of the law.” She giggled, startling herself. She slapped her hand over her mouth trying to hide what had happened. Lucas saw it all and stole his chance- he slipped in her hole knocking another reaction loose from her.

“Uuuh! Oh god. Oh god it’s- oh my goodness!” Lucas was swirling his cock, trying to loosen her crushing walls, he didn’t want to rip her up too much this fuck. The next fuck or two would be okay, but not the first.

“Feel good?” She nodded once, ashamed to do so but she was honest. Light strokes, he built the energy. “You feel good. You look good baby. See you all over town. Helping people. Love those boots you wear with those tight jeans. Thought of you one night as I had some bitch suck my cock.”

Looking at her, he yanked her bra, exposing her breasts. “Why does it feel..”

“So good?” She nodded uncertain she should be asking such questions. “Because I’m taking my time. Taking care of you baby, not just me. I like seeing women come almost as much as I love to come.”

“You’ve already come tonight. How can you go again?”

Disgust rolled his eyes, “That fat asshole can barely get it up. Makes you do all the work too, I bet.” She lowered her eyes, he had guessed right. “Bet he comes fast and leaves you alone with all those feelings and only a hand to finish with.”

“I don’t masturbate. Not allowed.”

“What!? You can’t even get yourself off?” She shook her head, turning red. “Oh god, oh fuck baby,” he fucked a little harder, “I’ll take care of you. I’ll fuck you right. Okay?” Holding her ankles, he spread them wide in the air and leaned himself back, fucking upwards. “You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you like.”

“I don’t know. I like this.” He watched her face as she relaxed, riding the fuck as she should. “Feels really good Officer Lucas.”

Hearing his name like that from her he groaned, “You needed a good fucking ma’am. I’m here to serve my community.” She tried to smile but was getting so hot she couldn’t. “I see I need to cut the chatter and get down to what matters.” Each thrust was an event. It shoved a cry from her every time he landed, “Come baby. Come hard. I feel your pussy, it’s so tight. It’s so glad to have me.”

“Yes! Yes Officer Lucas! Yes! I think I’m going to come! Yes. I am! I am!” She was up on her elbows, grunting as if she was pushing a child in labor.

Lucas was waiting for her, trying not to blow seeing this woman learn what sex really was. She was so hot, her eyes wide with new knowledge and fervor- she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. When she screamed, her head threw itself back and her cunt squeezed him so hard he was afraid he’d be dickless if he pulled out. He wasn’t about to pull out. Instead he shoved his pelvis into hers time and time again as come barely made it up his shaft and into her neglected pussy.

When he fell on top of her she embraced him, crying again.

“Oh Officer Lucas,” she wiped her eyes, “thank you. Thank you so much I know you..this wasn’t what you wanted, to see some dumb lady crying and-“

“I just wanted to fuck you but-,” he smiled, “this is a bonus. Seeing you come alive. Seeing someone realize they’ve been living a lie and happy to find the truth. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen Mrs. Vicks.”

“Me? I’m old and married and obviously not very good in bed!”

“You’re fine in bed. You’ve just been repressed too long baby.” He kissed her mouth but she didn’t kiss him back. “What?”

“I haven’t kissed anyone but my husband for-“

He laughed, “We fucked, I think kissing-“

Giggling she retorted, “Kissing feels personal.”

“I want to be personal with you Mrs. Vicks. I don’t usually kiss women unless we’ve been dating awhile.”

“Oh. Oh, I- sure.” She smiled and smoothed her hair, wanting to look her best. He smiled at her innocent charm, how clueless she was. He leaned in and kissed her, this time it took her a moment but then she joined him. She gasped when his tongue slid into her mouth, then she met it with hers. They became a knot of human on the bed. He pulled away and looked at her. “Oh. Oh my goodness I haven’t kissed like that in years. I don’t like kissing my husband, he was never any good at- sorry.”

“Don’t be. Don’t be baby. You call me anytime Mrs. Vicks and I’ll try to get you one of those kisses.”

A bashful smile grew on her face. “You mean, you’d want to do this..have sex and things again?”

“Yes. I think you’re a wildcat about to burst free. Today we did the basics. I’m thinking you and me can get together for a weekly romp. Burn off some steam. Yeah. A hellcat is more like it. We can fuck and kiss and eat one another alive.”

“Okay," she said nervously.

“I’m going to push your bounds.” He was suddenly earnest, “We will do some interesting stuff. Stuff to think about when we’re old and stuck in a rocking chair.” Lucas put on an old man voice, “Golly, I ‘member dis one time dis lady and I fucked each utter so hard the neighbors called da police.” He gave a wheezy laugh, making Mrs. Vicks laugh, “Those poor fools, I was ta fucking police!”

I can't believe I said that. I never crack jokes but she- she's so happy right now. High on sex. LIke she should be.

“Oh Mrs. Vicks. You were laughing so hard you turned into a human vibrator and now my cock is swollen again. What are you going to do about it?”

“i-I- I don’t know!” She said nervously, hoping for a hint. “What do you think, or want? I’m not very good at-“

“Crawl baby.”

“Crawl?”

“Hands and knees for you. Fucking you doggy style.” She gasped at the term. “You’ve never heard of doggy style?”

“I have, it’s just that I’ve never had anyone say it to me.”

He smirked, “Going to fuck you like a bitch. Mount the bitch and ride her hard.” She rolled over and got into position. “Head down can make it feel different. Blood rush to the head. I might pull that blonde hair too.” She was apprehensive. “Small, sexy hurts. You tell me if it’s too much but I’m going to push the boundaries.” Rubbing her ass cheeks, he looked at her in this trusting position. “Your boundaries have been too confining. Too tight baby. Tight is good for a fuck hole but not much else.”

“Goodness,” she muttered quietly.

Huddled over her back, he was cupping her breasts, gently plucking her nipples. “Goodness?”

“The way you talk.” He chuckled into her skin. “Not used to it.”

“Just don’t let me rub off on you. Start any bad verbal habits. Would hate for you to slip.”

“Goodness, that would be horrible.”

She’s so fucking cute. So innocent. And mine. Yes, all mine. That fat prick will never be able to do for her what I do. She’ll be my fuck buddy for a long, long time.

“You keep yourself innocent Mrs. Vicks. But with me, you do as I say. Okay?”

“Oh, okay. I don’t know what-“

“You’ll learn baby, I’ll teach you. Just know that once a week I’ll be there to make you come.” Swiping his cock through her slit like a credit card through a processor, then he sunk it into her. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Does your husband have a tiny dick or what?”

“You’re a lot bigger.” She suddenly sat up, wide eyed and worried. “Oh no! Will I stretch out? Will he be able to tell I-“

Rubbing her shoulder he chuckled and said, “He’ll never know. You’ll snap back. It’s very elastic-“

“But I’m old! I don’t snap back! Look at my breasts they’re-“ up on her knees, with him lodged in her cunt she tried to show him her chest. It was so charming he snickered. “Don’t laugh at me! It’s- everyone gets old.” She was covering her breasts, trying to hide by curling up.

“Mrs. Vicks, Mrs. Vicks,” he was hugging her to him. “I wasn’t laughing at that. It was so, you’re cute. Showing me your tits trying to prove your point. It was funny. All I see is a sexy woman.”

“Oh,” she hid her face but he pulled her chin to see him. “Thanks.”

“You are. Your pussy will be fine. I’m working it out the way it should be. Okay?” He kissed her cheek, liking the small gesture when he usually doesn’t. Nuzzling his nose on the side of her neck, he slowly started thrusting, his hands sliding to her shoulders. “Your pussy loves me already. I can feel it kissing my cock.” Gripping her shoulders, he pressed her forward a little and fucked her. He heard her grunting when he hit her cervix. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Faster?”

“I don’t know. I don’t. Whatever you think, I…” she moaned quietly as he increased the pace. “Oh. Goodness yes. That’s good. Very good.”

“You like me fucking you?” He squeezed her tits and then held her hips. She nodded. “Put your head down. Rest it on the pillow.” Slowly pumping his cock in her, he was gearing up for his next surprise move. “Give me your right hand, now your left.” Holding her wrists in his long fingers she heard the distinct sound of hand cuffs and felt the cool metal clip onto her wrists. He held the link firmly, throwing her off balance as he fucked her. “Just a boundary. Feel it. Push past it.” She was groaning into the pillow, uncertain of these emotions and sensations. “You’re so wet Mrs. Vicks. So wet and tight.”

The side of her face buried deep into the bed, the pillow had been fucked off the bed. “Officer Lucas..”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Is it always like..feel like..you know?”

“Fucking should always make your feel good. Hurt a little too but feel good. You going to come?” He could tell she was, heard it in her voice. Saw how pink her skin was. He fucked harder, her shoulders probably aching but the cock sawing itself in her pussy made it a footnote.

“Yes. Yes. Oh goodness, yes.” Her body was tightening as he humped hard. She raised her head. “Off- Off- Officer I think-“

“Don’t think Mrs. Vicks. Don’t think, feel. Fucking feel it.” Shoving himself at her he fucked with all he had, a near blur thrusting at her body.

She groaned, her pussy raw from friction and lucious abuse. “Lucas!” She screamed and suddenly shook. She pulled hard and he lost his grip on the cuffs, letting her fall flat on her face. 

Now he fucked her like a maniac. Slapping his body into hers, he was mentally yelling, Mrs. Vicks pussy! Fucking Mrs. Vicks! Her red lipstick is on my cock! FUCK! His back arched as his scrotum did the Heimlich maneuver on his nuts- nearly ejecting his balls. “Ih, ih. Ih.” Small unmanly grunts were whimpered through his nose. Empty, he rolled off of her and to her side.

She was on her stomach, her head facing away from him as they caught their breath.

Smacking her butt he said, “Fuck Mrs. Vicks. You wanna come back tomorrow?” She just laid still so he curled behind her. “Hey?” He said quietly in her ear as he looked at her glowing face. “You sleepin?”

“Almost. I don’t think I can move.” She tried to move her arm but the handcuffs prevented her.

“Just a second.” He crawled over and got the key. After releasing her he kissed her back as she massaged her sore wrists. “You want to spend the night?”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “I thought you were a badass” he snickered at her meager curse, “or something. Do badasses have women spend the night?”

Touching her arm, his fingers went up and down her limb. “I don’t want you alone in that house. You’re alone all the time there. Even when your husband and daughter are home.”

“What does that mean?”

He sunk his teeth into her shoulder, wanting to bite harder and barely resisting. “You’re a maid. Nothing else. They don’t..they don’t see what you are.”

“And what’s that?” She snipped making him smile. She was about as vicious as a legless kitten. He peered at her over her shoulder, his steel gray eyes were strangely serene.

“A woman.  A woman who has needs that aren’t being met.”

“Oh.” She shifted, settling to lie on her side. “I can see that.”

“I heard and felt it.”

Mrs. Vicks spent the night. She liked his arm around her, him pressed along the back of her with no big belly in the way. She could feel his entire body. She liked it. She liked it but realized that it would cost her. Guilt was beginning to rear its ugly head.

This story continues- Threat 2