“Use your fucking words.” I flick her clit again, harder this time, and she crashes down onto the bed. I roughly grab her hips and yank her back up, arse in the air face down.
“Yes, God, please, yes,” she grits out.
I hold it against her, and she pushes back, and I slap her hard across her arse cheek, causing my hand to ring and her cheek to redden. I dive in again with my tongue, and she gasps. It’s not enough for her. I know that, but I need her pliable. I need her chatty. I have questions I need answering about a mark I have, but I first need to make her delirious. I spear her with my tongue, and every time she tries to push harder, I flick her clit. Her legs are shaking as I spear her again with my tongue caressing around her throbbing hole while she whimpers into the covers, watching everything I do.
I’m still fully clothed, and she’s wearing her skirt bunched up around her waist, but her tights and pants are ripped on the bed. Her blouse and bra removed, I pick up her pants, wiping them roughly over her dripping cunt before leaning over. The rough denim of my jeansrubbing against her swollen pussy as I force her pants into her mouth.
“I don’t want to hear you. Understand?” She nods as her face reddens, and her eyes start to water. I flick her hard again, and she starts to writhe, searching for the contact. “You gonna cum for me?”
She nods, and I flick her clit again as her pussy and tight hole pulse around nothing, frustrating her immensely, and I turn and smile at her, not taking my eyes off her. I scowl at her.
“Fucking cum.”
I pinch down hard on her clit as she thrashes against me. I flick her again till she explodes, muffled cries and tears streaming down her face. I don’t get off on any of this, but she fucking loves it. Now, the next bit, I know I like.
As she shakes through the aftershocks of her orgasm, she collapses on her side and coughs, spitting out the pants. I strip naked and slide my hand over my semi-hard cock.
I grab her ankles and yank her down the bed before climbing over her body. I straddle her waist so my dick rests on her chest. It’s getting harder by the second. I take the ripped tights and tie them around her wrists, yanking them above her head.
“Don’t fucking move.” I lean over her and rest my dick on her chin. “Open.”
She takes a deep breath and opens wide. I slide my dick between her lips, and her eyes are turned to the mirror. I turn to face it, and I lean in slowly till she gags and tries to cough before I pull back out. I lean down further, this time slowly pushing between her lips againtill I hit the back of her throat, and she swallows, gagging as I manage to slide in a little deeper. Her eyes start to water, and I smile into the mirror as I give her one more painfully slow push into her throat, and when I bottom out, I push a little harder. I position my hands on either side of her on the bed and give her a savage grin. It’s the only warning she gets before I pull out and slam back in, taking everything I want as she gags around my dick, trying to cough and splutter, but I don’t ease up. I fuck her throat like it’s my fucking job, and actually, in this case, it is. She tries to gasp in between thrusts, but I don’t let her. I grab her hair with one hand and pound into her face, fucking it with total abandon, and she chokes and cries out. Tears are streaming and snot bubbling, but I keep thrusting. It’s when I throw my head back and grip my hand tighter in her hair that her eyes go wide, and I push forward as I pin her head to the bed and her face to my dick as my cum pulses down her throat, filling her mouth as she bucks and chokes and tries to draw breath. I hold her tight against me till I finish, and I relax and pop my dick out of her mouth. She swallows and coughs and chokes, and I lean down and place a soft kiss against her tender lips, and she smiles against me.
“You’re such a fucking good girl.”
She beams up at me, and I stroke her tears away. I bring my thumb to my lips, sucking it off. I groan at the salty taste. What is it that makes tears sexy? I have no fucking clue.
I untie her and flop onto the bed. She crawls against my side, and I kiss her head. She slides her hand across my stomach, stroking back and forth, and Ismile. She gets closer and closer to my dick, and it starts to stir.
“You not done yet, baby?”
She bites her lips and shakes her head.
“Hop on then.” I wink at her, and she smiles and straddles my semi-soft cock.
She struggles for a minute to get it in, and then she seats herself and grinds against me. I rest my head back and grip her hips, and she slowly grinds against me, slow, shallow and erotic. One hand slides to my chest as she slips her thumb back and forth over my nipple, and the other hand slides to her own breast, mimicking the gesture. It’s the complete opposite of how I’ve just fucked her face, and this will make her truly compliant, and those lips will get mighty fucking loose. She thinks the pillow talk is just me showing an interest in her job. In reality, she tells me details of cases that Vic carried out.
Vic’s good at what she does. She’s the best in the organisation, and that’s why Father rides her so hard to make her try harder. The authorities have no idea all these cases are linked. Serial killers have a tell, a ritual they carry out. It's almost like a compulsion. Vic has no such issues. She doesn’t favour a particular method to kill, just an end result to make them deader than dead, and she achieves that by any means possible.
As Shelley flicks her hips, I wonder what cases I need to steer her to and how they were carried out. Her groan and shallow pants draw me back, and I groan in return but keep focused half on playing the turned-on sex-drunk ‘boyfriend’ for want of a better word, and halfassessing information and what I need to be listening for.
Shelley’s orgasm erupts from her, bringing me back to the present. I praise her, reach up, and pinch her nipple. I slide my hand back to her hips, lift her slightly, and drive up into her through her orgasm, chasing my own till I roar inside her. She flops forward against my chest, and I roll us onto our sides. I smooth the hair off her face and tuck it behind her ear. Her face and chest are still red and blotchy, and there are tear tracks down her cheeks. Her lips are bruised and puffy, and I kiss her forehead as I pull out and head to the bathroom to clean myself up. I look at myself in the mirror.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Shelley, but she’s a means to an end, a mark. She’s my information network, so I play dutiful and caring, the things most men forget. I smile into the mirror. Does it make me an arsehole to be using her like this? Yes. Am I going to stop? Not anytime soon. As long as I give her what she wants and needs, where’s the harm?
I walk back to the bed with a damp cloth and clean her up as best I can. I need to be careful, or she’ll end up asleep, and then I’ll have to go through this all again to get what I need. Not that it’s a massive hardship, but I will have to wait till tomorrow as I never stay. I need to get home to Vic. I can’t sleep without her. I need her in my arms, and I’m already getting that longing feeling I get when I’ve been away from her for too long.
I kiss Shelley till she’s breathless and starts to grind against my leg, and I slide my hand down and slowly rub around her lips, avoiding her clit.
“How’s work been?” I kiss her nose, and she grins. She starts to give me what I want, giving me all the details of ongoing cases. We work all over the world, but we were born and raised here and live here, so it pays to keep a close eye on what’s happening. Once she’s given me all the info I need, I rub her clit till she cums again. I kiss her on the forehead and slip out of the bed, locking up as I leave. When I get home, I use the main shower. I don’t want to disturb Vic in case she’s asleep. I know she won’t be, but I don’t want to walk into our bedroom smelling of sex, smelling like another woman. I shower and slip into the bedroom, and she’s lying staring at the ceiling.
“You good?”
She nods and rolls over onto her side, so I slide in behind her. I kiss her tattoo of my name, and she sighs.
I go through all the information I’ve gathered, and she nods and kisses my arm that’s wrapped around her. She shuffles back till she’s nestled against me, and I know this is the real me. I’m truly who I am when I’m with her. She completes me; she’s the other half of me, and I sigh. I nestle into her so you can’t see where she ends, and I begin, and I sleep. She’s, my home.
Vic
