I looked down between us at the way her pussy grabbed my length, the way her pink softness stretched around the thick swollen head of my cock.

“Do you want me to fill you again?” I have no doubts about my prowess. About my ability to make a woman forget her common sense, even the tough as nails DA.

When she nodded her head feverishly, her hair wet with sweat, drool gathered at the corners of her lips, I knew I had her.

I rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb and opened my mouth over her pussy when she squirted high and wide.

“Um, yummy.” I pushed my tongue past her lips, letting her taste herself as I pulled her down hard and held still as my cock hosed down her insides.

I kissed her hard while letting her body come down. In essence I was making sure none of my

little swimmers escaped since I hadn’t made it into her womb this time.

It took more than a minute to ease my cock out of her when her legs went weak and she started to twitch like her back hurt.

“Dinner should be ready by now.” I let her legs down off my arms and moved towards the shower.

“I have to get going I can’t stay.” I walked back and grabbed her hand, pulling her along behind me.

“You’re spending the night.” Whatever she was going to say to that got lost when I shoved my tongue in her mouth and turned on the water over her head.

Once I was sure her mind was back under my control I got the soap and washed her, concentrating my efforts between her thighs.

“Sore?” She bit her lip and nodded. I tossed the soap and rag over my shoulder and got down on my knees in front of her. “Lean back.”

She leaned back against the wall with the water running down her chest and I opened her pussy for my tongue. She hissed at the first stroke and grabbed my head.

I licked her cunt until she started moving against my mouth. Then I suckled her clit until she cried out and moved my mouth back down her pussy just in time to catch her spray of cunt spritz.

I knew from short experience that she was going to be out any second for at least a half an hour. Good, that would give me enough time to get the potatoes and vegetables going.

“What the hell?” I looked around the room and it all came back to me. Last thing I remember is being in the shower with his mouth on me. My whole body blushed with the memory.

He was nowhere to be seen when I leaned up on my elbow and scanned the room. Just then the door opened and he walked in. He moves like a jungle cat. Picture a panther in the wild.

He didn’t say anything to me, didn’t even acknowledge that I was there, in his bed. He walked to the wall and pressed something and a door slid back to reveal a walk in closet the size of most people’s bedrooms.

He came back with another one of his white button down shirts hooked on his finger. “Come!” What is it about his voice that makes it hard to disobey?

I scooted across the bed and stood while he pulled the shirt around my shoulders. He buttoned one button, the middle one, then lifted me in his arms and headed back out the door.

Now even I was second guessing myself. Surely no one with such polished manners could be capable of the things I was accusing him of.

He walked effortlessly down the stairs with me held safely against his chest and took me to his dining room where the table was set for a romantic dinner for two.

There were candles in crystal holders, a vase of flowers that didn’t look store bought and the finest China I’ve ever seen outside of a five star hotel restaurant.

He sat me on a chair before taking his seat at the head of the table to my right. My hand trembled when I lifted my fork, but I soon forgot my unease

at the first bite into the succulent meat.

Oh come on! How had I ever convinced myself that this man had done such horrible things? He poured a half a glass of wine for me since I hadn’t finished the one from before.

“That’s all you get, you have work tomorrow.” His mention of work brought me crashing back to reality. Oh hell, what have I done? He must’ve seen the look on my face because he covered my hand with his and leaned in.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about. I would never use what we shared against you.” Now I was back to thinking him a scheming murderer who’d fucked his way out of a life sentence. How could I have been so stupid?

“Relax Vanessa. I’ve not done anything to make you doubt me thus far have I?” No, not unless you count the fact that I think you slaughtered seven people in cold blood.

I didn’t say that of course, I’d already taken enough chances for one night. No matter how I looked at it, his promise aside, I’d screwed the pooch.

But how had it happened? How had I let it get so far? I’d had all intentions of denying his request for a meeting, had gone so far as to tell him so when I did see him later in the hallway.

He’d given me that smile again and ran his finger down my cheek while looking into my eyes. “Be there at six counselor, I’ll make it worth your while.”

I don’t know what possessed me to go through with it. I had enough confidence in myself to beard the lion in his den, but even I knew it was a stupid move to meet him at his place instead of the office. That had been pushing the boundaries of prosecutorial etiquette way too far.

But here I am, well fucked with the sore twat to prove it and at a loss as to where to go from here. I felt small in his presence. Not small as in unimportant, diminished.

But small in the ‘you’re not the big bad DA here.’ It had taken a lot of hard work to get to my position. At twenty-six I was the youngest DA this city has ever had.

That’s something I was so proud of, the feather in

my cap if you will. I had set goals in life and had gone after each and every one of them with my eye on the governor’s mansion.

There was a lot I could do for my state and I thought why not? There was nothing wrong with being ambitious. But my drive and obsession had helped me to accelerate things a lot more than had I been anyone else.

For the past three years I’d worked my ass off and worked my way up to the top. Graduating from law school early at the ripe old age of twenty-two had put me in good stead.

My credentials and lily white background had helped land me in the position I now held, but now it looks like I’d thrown it all away in one night.

I didn’t realize I’d been sitting there lost and in a daze until he got up and started clearing the dishes away. He moved like he hadn’t a care in the world, like his life wasn’t hanging in the balance.

I wondered now if that was due to his innocence, or the arrogance of a man who knew that he hadn’t left anything behind with which to hang him. I’m not stupid, I was sure his attorneys already had his

appeal written up. There was no guarantee that if I won this case by the skin of my teeth with circumstantial evidence alone that his high priced lawyers wouldn’t be able to get him off on appeal.

“Come into the kitchen with me Vanessa while I clean up.” I followed after him like I’d been programmed and I was starting to wonder if I’d been drugged.

But no, I hadn’t eaten or drank anything until the wine in the tub. Too bad, I have nothing else to blame my lax in judgment on, but my own libido.

I sat at the kitchen island and watched him clean the dishes, washing them before putting them in the dishwasher. He looks as good from the back as he does the front.

He turned and leaned back against the sink with a towel in hand. My eyes followed the movement of his hands as he dried them, his gaze trained on my face.

I felt twitchy again and was getting ready to open my mouth to tell him again that I really needed to go, but then he walked towards me in that panther on the hunt way he has and I thought, just one more roll in the hay won’t hurt.