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...