Chapter four
I was looking over the grotesque photographs taken at the scene of the crime. The cord around her neck was courtesy of the drapes in her apartment. It had taken some time, but I had finally found a duplicate.
“Scarlet, I know that these kinds of murders are personal. He killed her during a heated argument over what she was making for dinner. Who does something like that?” I had found out through my work that people could hurt each other in multiple ways.
“Calvin, I can’t promise you the closure you are after. Nothing is going to bring her back. Do you really think this is something that she would want for you?” I was getting to know him over the last couple of days. He was still purposely walking around after a shower without any clothes on to get underneath my skin.
“I don’t know what she would want. She’s not here to give me her unbiased opinion. If you’re asking what I think she would want then I would hope it would be justice. She’s not going to get it by conventional means. This guy has deep pockets and a family willing to turn a blind eye.” My reconnaissance had given me a predictable route for the killer’s daily behavior.
I was wearing a sports bra tight across my breasts with nothing on underneath it. The gym shorts were a throwback to a different era where shorter was better. I had no problem shifting my priorities. I just had to move a certain way and a part of my anatomy would become exposed.
“I can see you’re not going to be easily dissuaded. I’ve been drilling you incessantly and you have more than handled your share of the workload. Taking those photographs of him with another woman couldn’t have been easy. You did it without losing your composure and doing something as regrettable as attacking him.” My plan was simple. Wait until the killer was alone and then give him a dose of his own medicine.
I’ve had my hands on this cord for hours. I can feel the fibers digging into my fingertips. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I finally have him where I want him. I have asked you for the impossible and you have more than lived up to your reputation.” The heat was up and we were both well aware of the games being played.
The one thing I had going for me was that I was in full control of the heat. There was no way for him to turn it back down which made sleeping something of an effort. I heard him several times pacing back and forth in front of my door. I could almost imagine a tiger sniffing at the premises ready to find a suitable prey to pounce on.
“Does it have to be this hot in here? “I knew eventually his limits would be reached.
“You know what they say? If you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen. I like it this way and we can certainly revisit this subject when you succumb to my wishes.” I had everything we would need to give this man little chance to find a way to slip out of the net.
“I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work.” He sounded serious, but underneath I knew that he was crumbling. I needed to have a little bit more patience. It wasn’t easy. I was definitely going to have to look into a heating system where I could adjust different rooms at different settings.
“Calvin, they say the best thing for heat is to get even hotter. It usually revolves around drinking a cup of coffee, but I think we can do better than that.” He was breathing down my neck and I was tempted to turn to face the object of my desire.
“Fuck it… I have had just about enough of this.” He lifted me unceremoniously onto the table where the blueprints of this man’s home were currently located. They tore in half when he pulled me towards the edge of the table similar to how he had done the same thing on my bed.
It didn’t matter and I had already committed them to memory.
He relieved me of my sports bra and buried his head in my bosom. His tongue was like the feeling of the licks of a flame from a fire. I pressed his face closer to my chest and felt my nipple go into his mouth where he inflicted it with the lashing of his tongue.
“I knew given the right incentive that you would come around.” He had his hands down my shorts and he found my already wet little hole ready for him. I opened up with the forceful intrusion of his finger. He knew exactly how to elicit the right response by touching me in this way.
“I don’t care about any silly game. I will gladly admit defeat. In my eyes, there are no losers when it comes to a battle which ends with the both of us sweaty and panting with desire.” I was frantic to get his pants off and I caught my finger in his zipper. It pinched, but the added sensation of pain was running upstream against the pleasure.
His mouth was not very gentle with my nipples. He was pulling them back with his teeth. The finger was joined with a thumb rubbing my clit at the same time. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could feel it all the way down behind my knees.
“Keep doing that and I promise the woman I become will be no longer someone you recognize.” I was still smarting from how my finger had gotten trapped in his zipper. It made me cringe to realize every man had the threat of feeling the very same thing on a different part of their anatomy.
“I’m counting on it. Go ahead and soak my fingers with your juices. I want to feel the heat running down into the palm of my hand.” I was left on my own for way too long. It was about time I found comfort in the arms of another.
“I’m going to fucking… why did you stop.” I was so close that I could taste it and then he retreated long enough to drop his pants. His number was up. His Johnson was stiff and showed the kind of reaction from the pleasure he was receiving by finger fucking me.
“I have to take a look at this.” He came forward, pushing me back on the table while lifting my legs into the air. He pulled those shorts all the way down until they were around my ankles. They fell onto the floor with him taking position between my legs.
“Give me what you have been dreaming about for these last couple of days. I hope you’re the kind of guy that will allow a woman to find her pleasure first. Do that and there will be no stopping what a woman will do for you in return.” I had nothing but pain and misery in my life. This was a necessary vacation from my profession.
He rammed the phallic symbol into me with his rough hands underneath me. The table legs were not meant for this kind of abuse. He was all the way in and then he was pulling all the way out. He used his glistening shaft to slap some sense into my clit. I jumped every time he made contact and then he was force feeding me the blunt end of his weapon.
I wrapped one leg around his waist and forced him closer for a deeper penetration. He was really moving to the same rhythm of our hearts beating inside our chest. I was fueling his need by slapping him across the face. This was a good way to spur him to the finish line like a thoroughbred horse about to win the Kentucky Derby.
I made sure to rein him in by kissing him while he was moving with reckless abandon. The feeling was sublime. He had the kind of equipment to reach those hidden spots no man had been able to touch before. Some were similar in size, but they didn’t know how to use what they were in possession of. Calvin was ready to deliver a performance of a lifetime.
“We are definitely going to have to make up for lost time. This game was foolish and it’s so much better when you are fucking me until I’m cross-eyed.” The echo of his body coming in contact with my own was a symphony to my ears.
“I agree with you, Scarlet and maybe I can give you a real reason to wear that moniker.” He was making me believe this was indeed destined to happen between the two of us. Learning this trade wasn’t easy, but he was exactly like me when I first started.
“I hope you can, but others have tried and failed. I want you to prove me wrong about the ineffectiveness of a man in my life. I want to get fucked like this all the time. I want my clit to throb with a need which only you can satisfy. Come on…put your back into it and don’t stop until you see the whites of my eyes.” He was groaning and grunting like he was dragging himself by bodily force over the finish line.
“Don’t tease me unless you are ready to back it up. I like a woman with a need that overshadows everything else. This little hole is strangling the very seed out of my balls. The hot honey dripping from your hole down my shaft is having an interesting effect on me.” The ride was spontaneous and there was no predicting when this was going to happen.
“I’m fucking cumming…” My body betrayed me and my mind short-circuited on the pleasure I was being inflicted with. His body was whipped into submission and his resolve was crumbling like Oreo cookies in the palm of my hand.
“Yes… cum for me and look me in the eyes when you are doing it” I stared at him with all of my muscles fatigued beyond words.
The jettison of his release was a profound statement. The only question was the reason why I had given him license to make me a receptacle for his creamy and most desirable hot to the touch ejaculate. I felt every single spurt smacking heavily against the walls of my overanxious sex. There was no evidence when he gave me a breather.
“I have to say that was better than I expected. You weren’t throwing something at me because you wanted to get back at me for winning this little battle of the sexes.” I lie in a fugue state concentrating on my breathing and listening to everything around me. This was the first time in a long time I had forgotten about the perceived threat over my head.
“Speak for yourself, Scarlet. That was the best I have ever had and I’m not just saying that to placate you. I gave you my best and you kept coming back for more. I should’ve given in long ago. I would’ve gotten over a bruised ego.” The sex was phenomenal and there was no disguising how we could feed on the hunger in each other’s eyes.
“Normally, I would send you packing the moment you busted a nut.” He was on top of me and the table was taking a beating like nothing before.
It was nice to be this close and intimate with another human being. In any other instance, the reason for this kind of closeness would be to get close to my subject without then realizing how they had let the wolf in the henhouse.
“I have to repeat the same thing. Sex was never more than a means to an end. It was always good, but something always remained out of my reach. I never knew what it was until I met you. A woman needs more than a man to pump on top of them for 5 minutes. They want the whole package and you deserve all of it including a happy ending. I don’t think there’s any doubt the both of us have received one of those.” I still had a few days to make the necessary preparations. Time had become something we couldn’t ignore for long.
The man in question was scheduled to leave the country at the end of the week.
The feeling of his cream coating the lips of my pussy made me feel like we were connected body and soul.
“I’m glad that I could give you something you have never had before. There might be something to this white picket fence and the silly grins that I see on people’s faces when they are in love. I actually think about country songs and know what they’re talking about. They never had any meaning until the light switch was turned on with your body supplying the electricity.” This was a man that was not going to be subjugated. We were uniquely qualified to pick up the pieces of our broken hearts.
“It would be a novel idea to adjourn to the bedroom, Scarlet. I do like that you can be spontaneously convinced to do it anywhere.” I didn’t know how bad I had shown my desperation for human contact.
The writing was on the wall and I was afraid to read the meaning underneath each word. Love was the common denominator. It seemed like a foreign idea until it was happening to me.