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…

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