Threat 7

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

Feeling tense Mrs. Vicks?

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

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

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

Very cute.

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

Damn. She can drive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trained? For what?”

He grinned. “To be obedient and patient.”

“By locking me up?”

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

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

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

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

She whispered, “Grovel?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feisty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Does she ever think like most bitches?

He looked at her, she was livid not crying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time for a real lesson.

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

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

A hell cat. Giftziege.

Lucas smiled.

Your name. Miss Giftziege. Perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s wrong,” she whimpered.

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

“I-I-I do fear you,” she stuttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Start with a basic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tough. Most women scream. Good giftziege.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you paid for your disobedience.”

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

“Finish your thought Stella.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It does.”

“It does what?”

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

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

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

Mine. She is mine.

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

“Speak!”

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

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

“Lucas!” she gasped and he knew.

“Not yet.”

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

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

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

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

She was nervous about smiling and looked away.

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

“Am I..do you..what do I call you?”

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

“Oh.”

He grinned and it made her nervous.

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

“But that always reminds me of a joke.”

Again. Surprising me.

“What joke is that Mrs. Vicks?”

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

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

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

An angel indeed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You may speak.”

“Do you do this all the time?”

“Do what?”

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

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

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

Dressed, she stood there, uncertain what to do.

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

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

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

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

“Do what Mrs. Vicks?”

“Have an affair.”

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

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

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

“Do you cook?” she asked with surprise.

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

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

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


To be continued...