by Sabrina Kane
She put the Porsche in gear and slowly approached the police cars. Thankfully the sirens were off but the lights were still strobing. It looked like a scene from any flavor of CSI.
There were two cops now standing on her front walk looking at the house. A third officer, a little portly, was peering over the gate to the side yard, his hand on his holstered firearm. A fourth cop stepped off the curb and stood in front of Ainsley’s approaching car, his hands held out in a Stop gesture. When she stopped the car, Ainsley rolled down the window.
“I’m Dr. Janowicz,” she said to the police officer when he stepped over to the driver’s side. “I’m the one who called. This is my house.”
“I.D., please,” the officer said. The name tag pinned to his uniform identified him as Boatman. When Ainsley handed it to him, he examined it and then gave it back. “Do you live alone?”
“Yes.”
“And you weren’t expecting any guests? You didn’t give anybody the key?”
“No.”
At this moment, the portly officer, the one who had been looking over the side gate, joined them.
“Sarge, looks like there’s a window on the side of the house near the back that’s open,” he told Boatman.
The sergeant looked back at Ainsley.
“Did you leave a window open?”
Ainsley hated leaving windows open because she didn’t like flies getting in her house. Of course, the police had no way of knowing that.
“No,” she told him. “Although I can’t say for sure if any of the windows were locked.”
Sergeant Boatman pointed at the white car.
“Do you know who this car belongs to?”
Ainsley shook her head. “It wasn’t there when we left.”
The police officer nodded.
“One of my men checked and your front door is still locked. May I have the keys, please?”
Ainsley fished them out of her purse and handed them over, showing him which one unlocked the front locks.
“Okay, ma’am. I need you and your friend to stay in your car, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
When Sergeant Boatman walked away, Ainsley let out a huge breath.
“You know,” Rachel began, “I’m all on board the whole women-can-do-any-job-a-man-can-do bandwagon, but in a situation like this, give me strapping men with guns anytime.”
Ainsley agreed. Men were just what this situation called for, in her opinion. And if hostile aliens from another planet ever did attack Earth, she’d find the nearest hulking Marine to hide behind.
***
Ainsley couldn’t help it.
Once Sergeant Boatman and the other policemen stormed her house…
Well, “stormed” is hardly the word…
“Entered” was more like it.
I gave them the key, after all…
Once Sergeant Boatman and the other policemen entered her house, Ainsley opened the driver’s side door of the Porsche and stood half-in/half-out of the car.
“Ains!” Rachel hissed.
“It’s okay!” Ainsley assured her.
She heard the sergeant yell out “Police officers!” as he and two of the other cops stepped inside. One of the policemen remained on the porch, gun drawn and pointed downward, his back pressed against the wall beside the door.
For a while, there was no sound from inside.
And then…
“Police! Police! Freeze!”
Even from where she was outside, Ainsley could clearly hear the commands.
Someone had been inside! This knowledge sent a shiver down Ainsley’s spine; it even made her feel a little nauseous.
What if we had just dumbly walked in…?
“Hands where I can see them!”
And then more silence.
“Hey! What’s going on?”
Ainsley turned to see an older couple, presumably from one of the neighboring houses, standing almost directly across the street from her.
“Someone broke into my house,” Ainsley told them.
The woman gasped.
“And you just moved here!”
Ainsley shrugged but before she could apologize for all the commotion and find out what kind of cookies they liked, her ears caught more sounds coming from her house.
“Clear!” a male voice called from inside. This was followed by, “Coming out!”
The officer who had stayed outside on the porch, holstered his gun. A moment later, Ainsley saw one of the cops who had gone into the house exit alone. His gun was also holstered, Ainsley noticed, which she took as a good sign.
A moment later, the other two policemen also came out. But they were not alone. Walking between them was another person and that’s when things started feeling very surreal.
She had expected the cops to come out of the house escorting some burly, overly-tattooed skinhead guy wearing a shirt with cut-off sleeves and motorcycle boots.
Instead, the cops came out of the house escorting a woman.
A woman in a nightgown.
A woman Ainsley knew.
“Casey?” she shouted, marching away from her car and towards where the cops were leading her ex-girlfriend along the front walk. One of the police officers, the portly one, intercepted her, blocking her with his body and using his hands on her shoulders to keep control of her. Ainsley knew she was probably risking getting arrested herself but she couldn’t help trying to power past the policeman, knowing she had a good chance of doing so because she was actually taller than him and clearly in better shape. But she had to hand it to the guy, no matter how she tried to pivot past him, he countered with a move of his own which kept him right in front of her, his hands firmly on her shoulders, thwarting all her attempts to get at Casey and rip her throat out.
“Ma’am, please,” he kept saying. “Ma’am, please.”
“This is a mistake!” Casey exclaimed, struggling a bit between the two cops escorting her. “Ainsley! Tell them I belong here! Tell them I’m your girlfriend!”
“You are not my girlfriend!” Ainsley shouted back, over the policeman blocking her. “How dare you break into my house, you crazy bitch!”
“Just take me back!” Casey shouted, still struggling between the policemen as they continued bringing her to a patrol car. “We can even live with her! I’m fine with that!”
Ainsley was speechless, and so angry she could barely see straight.
Fortunately for Casey, the police officers had her in the back of one of the patrol cars in just a few moments, protected from what Ainsley wanted to do to her.
Ainsley gave up trying to reach Casey, figuring that she really would get arrested if she managed to get past this guy and assault a prisoner in a police car.
Sergeant Boatman was suddenly in front of her, asking her a series of questions.
Yes, she knew that woman.
No, she hadn’t invited her over.
No, she had never given Casey her new address.
No, she didn’t currently have a restraining order against Casey.
And there were more. But it was the last one which threw Ainsley.
“Do you want to press charges?” Sergeant Boatman asked.
Ainsley blinked.
God, it sounded so official. It was as if in her head she could hear the clanging bang of the jail cell door slamming shut. It made her hesitate; it made her wonder if that was really called for. Pressing charges was the kind of thing which could ruin a person’s life, even if that person never spent a day in prison.
But then she caught sight of Rachel limping over from the Porsche. What would Casey have done to Rachel if they had gone in the house? Was Casey really capable of hurting Rachel in some sick attempt to get Ainsley back?
The fucking white car!
Rachel believed the white car in front of her house was the one which had tried to run her over. Ainsley didn’t recognize the car. If it belonged to Casey then she must have gotten a new one because when they were together,
Casey had driven a grey Toyota not a white Audi.
Ainsley didn’t know if it could be proven somehow that it was Casey who had nearly run Rachel over the other day but considering Casey had now broken into her house and was lying in wait to do god knows what…
That bitch tried to hurt Rachel!
“Yes, of course I want to press charges,” Ainsley told Sergeant Boatman.
Chapter 35
Three days later, Rachel had had enough.
Sure, her…
What was it called again? Gray…gray-sillica? No, that’s not it. Graysonimbus?
She sighed.
Her whatever-it’s-called muscle was still a little tender but it was far from making her an invalid. In fact, her need to limp had been greatly reduced over the past day and a half and as far as opening her legs went…she knew she could open them far enough.
They were at Ainsley’s house—newly equipped with a state-of-the-art alarm system that even had motion detectors inside—and it was getting close to bedtime. On the couch in the living room, Ainsley was lying on her back, her head in Rachel’s lap but turned towards the TV. They were watching an episode of Mare of Easttown on HBO Max and as engrossing as the show was, Rachel couldn’t help her eyes wandering to Ainsley’s chest.
Her girlfriend was wearing a white tank and because she didn’t have a bra on, Rachel could make out the outlines of Ainsley’s nipples beneath the fabric and it was driving Rachel crazy. They hadn’t had sex since the Chapter 25 Incident because Ainsley—ever the doctor—insisted that Rachel focus on resting her leg as much as possible, which was super sweet but was now getting a little old.
That first night was fine. Rachel’s whatever-it’s-called muscle had been aching quite a bit then anyway. Besides, the weirdness with Ainsley’s ex Casey breaking into the house had kind of put them both off the idea of sex that night anyway.
But now it was three days since she strained that stupid muscle and Rachel was off-the-scales horny. Her whatever-it’s-called muscle was just going to have to step up.
Knowing she’d have to rewatch this episode of Mare because it wasn’t as if she had been paying much attention to it anyway, Rachel slipped her left hand into Ainsley’s shirt and immediately covered Ainsley’s right breast with it.
Ainsley’s breath hitched as Rachel gently began fondling her, marveling at how impossibly soft and smooth her girlfriend’s skin was. It was like that no matter where she touched Ainsley: luxurious softness. The woman just seemed to be made of warm silk.
“How’s your leg?” Ainsley murmured.
Rachel provided her answer by pinching Ainsley’s hardened nipple and then rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, making Ainsley whimper and making Rachel’s center start to buzz with anticipation. She was slightly amazed at how wet she was already. But she knew she shouldn’t be. Her relationship with Ainsley had opened a door to delights and pleasures she had never known with another person. As a result, Rachel had had to form a new relationship with her own body because she was realizing what a sexually charged-up being she truly was. Oftentimes, just smelling Ainsley’s perfume was enough to get things roiling below Rachel’s waist, let alone sitting on a couch with Ainsley and seeing the darkness of her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.
“Take off your shorts, baby,” Rachel whispered, still maintaining her grip on Ainsley’s rock-hard nipple.
Ainsley complied immediately, lifting her ass off the sofa cushion and sliding both her shorts and underwear off those amazingly long legs, letting the garments drop to the floor. Rachel’s heart was now thumping at the sight of that narrow line of caramel-brown curls just above Ainsley’s pink clit. She even groaned a little, licking her lips, feeling her own clit begin to jump in her panties.
“Touch yourself,” she instructed next.
Ainsley spread her legs—those gorgeous, gorgeous legs—and brought her right hand down between them. Rachel could hear soft, wet sounds as Ainsley’s fingers moved and played with her pussy and that incredible musky scent of a woman aroused was now tickling her nostrils.
“I want you good and ready, baby,” Rachel said.
“Oh yeah?” Ainsley’s voice was already strained with pleasure.
“Yeah.” Her own voice sounded strained as well; she could hear it. Her core was liquid by now, her clit swollen, her nipples sharp little points on her chest. “Rub your clit,” she ordered.
Ainsley’s middle finger was now rubbing the pink bud in slow circles, her other long fingers dancing with the movement of her hand. She started moaning and chuffing out gasps of breath and Rachel felt her own pussy spasm.
She pinched Ainsley’s nipple a little harder and now Ainsley’s back arched slightly.
“Rachel! Oh fuck!”
“Don’t come yet, baby…”
“I won’t, I won’t, I won’t.”
“Keep rubbing.”
“Oh fuck, Rachel!”
Rachel eased off the nipple and squeezed Ainsley’s entire breast.
“I want you good and ready,” she began, “because I’m going to fuck you hard tonight.”
“Oh god, yes! Please!”
“But first you’re going to fuck me hard. Keep rubbing.”
“Oh shit!” Ainsley gasped. “And what am I going to fuck you with?”
“That big one, baby,” Rachel said. Ainsley had a rainbow-colored vibrating dildo that was enormous and so far, Rachel hadn’t tried it. Tonight that was going to change. Tonight she wanted it inside her. It was a scary prospect, if she was honest, but the scariness of it was also fueling her lust right now.
“I’ll fuck you so hard with that big one, Rachel,” Ainsley growled, her finger still working her clit.
Rachel was mesmerized watching Ainsley masturbate.
“That’s right, Ainsley,” she said. “Fuck me hard with it. Whatever I say, don’t stop. Make me take it, baby! Make me take all of it! Pull my fucking hair while you pound it in me and then pull it really hard when I start to come!”
“Oh SHIT!” Ainsley shouted. “Oh fuck!...I’m sorry!...Rach! I’m sorry! Oh fuck, I’m coming! Oh my fucking GOD!”
Rachel’s eyes were as wide as possible as she drank in the sight of Ainsley’s hand turning into a blur with the ferocity of her rubbing just a second before Ainsley slammed her thighs together and started bucking her lower half wildly on the sofa. Guttural screams mixed with mewling whimpers erupted from her throat as she succumbed to the orgasm.
Meanwhile, all of Rachel’s nerves felt electrified. She was nothing but a creature of lust now. Watching Ainsley come was taking her right to the edge of orgasm herself and she needed release soon.
***
“Fucking harder!” Rachel commanded and then gasped with pain/pleasure when Ainsley obeyed and yanked her red hair even more forcefully while fucking Rachel with that large dildo.
They were in the bedroom, Rachel on her knees on the mattress, gripping the top of Ainsley’s cherry wood headboard while Ainsley completely owned her with that strap-on vibrating toy.
“Nnngh…nnngh…nnngh…nnngh!” With each thrust, Rachel grunted, her pussy more filled than it had ever been before, the passage so stretched there was an oddly arousing and satisfying ache buried beneath all the pleasure and it was keeping her so lubricated that wet squelching sounds were accompanying her grunts with every plunge of the dildo into her depths.
But she wanted more. She wanted to be savaged.
“Is that all you got?” she managed to say through gritted teeth, challenging Ainsley.
“Yeah? You want more, baby?” Ainsley replied, yanking Rachel’s hair hard again.
Yes!
“More!” Rachel uttered. “Show me who I belong to! Fucking show me!”
It was as if Rachel had unleashed a beast. Ainsley was now pumping the dildo in faster, deeper, touching parts of Rachel’s insides that were virgin. It was brutal, relentless and exactly what Rachel wanted. She was going to be sore as hell tomorrow but what did sh
e care?
“Nnngh!Nnngh!Nnngh!Nnngh!”
“You belong to me!” Ainsley told her.
Oh my god yes! Tell me!
“This is mine!” Ainsley added. “Only mine!”
“Only yours!” Rachel squeaked between grunts. She knew this could last all night if she wanted it to. This fake cock would never go limp, never disappoint…
“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed. “Tell me who I belong to!”
“You belong to me!” Ainsley repeated. “This…” A particularly hard thrust. “…tight…” Another brutal plunge. “…pussy…” A smack on Rachel’s ass. “…is mine!”
Holymotherfuckingshit!
Rachel’s pussy exploded in an orgasm which caused tears to fall from her eyes and made her scream. Loudly.
“Ains-LEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
She felt her walls bathe the dildo in more lubrication. She felt her come gushing out of her opening. Her clit was a swollen epicenter of delighted nerves.
Waves of unrestrained pleasure coursed through her and they were so intense she no longer felt human.
“Don’t stop!” she ordered. “Fucking don’t stop!”
Ainsley did as she was told and continued savaging Rachel’s sex with the massive toy, never once letting up on pulling her hair.
The second orgasm hit as strongly as the first one.
“FUCK!...Nnngh!...Nnngh!....Holy fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Ains-LEEEEEEE!...Nnngh!...Nnngh!”
The thrusting continued, Ainsley showing no mercy. Rachel was forced to ride out this climax with her pussy completely filled and stretched, still being fucked, Ainsley still showing her who she belonged to.
“You told me to make you take it!” Ainsley reminded her, her voice sounding like it was coming through clenched teeth.
Rachel couldn’t answer. She was still in the midst of her second orgasm and her throat was currently occupied making other sounds. But Ainsley was right, Rachel had told her that and that’s what Ainsley was doing: making her take it; making her pussy handle climaxing and being pounded at the same time, and Rachel didn’t want it to stop.
But when a particularly strong orgasmic spasm struck, Rachel’s body jolted and she suddenly collapsed onto the mattress, the impaling dildo slipping out of her. She trembled and jerked on the bed as the bursts of pleasure continued inside of her. It felt like this was never going to end. It felt as if it would continue until she grew insane from it.