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…

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