by Mikey Lee
12
Back in the squad car, rain started to slightly drizzle down. Seth looked over at Ashley and he could see the gears turning. Hell, he could damn near smell the smoke from her brain working in over drive. A small, half grin parted his lips. “Hey, what did you think of those rounds I made for you? Did you notice a difference?”
Not exactly the conversation Ashley was expecting, but she would go with it, “Oh, yeah. I put around forty or so generic rounds down range to try to get a feel for the .45. Then I tried for accuracy with the generic rounds, I was all over the place… I mean, I was still in the black but just all scattered around. Then I used ten rounds that you made me. It was a much tighter grouping. Definitely noticed the difference. I do see the importance of having matched ammo now, never really thought about it before.”
“Yeah? That’s good, so I take it you liked them, huh?” Seth glancing over at her.
“Oh yeah. I really wish I knew about that during the academy. I would have done much better during qualifications on the shooting range… that’s for sure.” Ashley said.
Caught by a red light, Seth faced Ashley. “I know that’s not what you were thinking about. Do you want to ask me anything?”
“You know what? Yeah, there is. I really hope I’m not crossing the line… but, why didn’t you ever tell me you were married? All this time you just let me flirt away, and I know you knew what I was doing.” Ashley said boldly. She was embarrassed, but in order to move on she needed to have this conversation.
“I don’t know… I guess, I found it flattering. I certainly didn’t encourage it. I figured it would stop eventually and if it ever became an issue I would have said something. But it wasn’t an issue and so I didn’t want to make an issue out of it. I don’t think men and women think about it the same way. I know most women get annoyed if a guy hits on them, whereas a guy, I guess some men think of it as flattering.” Seth said speeding across the intersection.
“Is there anything else I should know about you? Zee called you ‘yobo’, is that your real name? Is Seth a lie as well?” Ashley said jokingly.
A big chuckle burst out him. “Ha! No no… yobo is a Korean word, it means ‘honey’.” He continued laughing, “Yes, Seth Lane is my real name. The rest, well… we’ll just have to see. Only time will tell.”
Ashley shook her head and whispered to herself, “Fuckin’ Lane… Mr. Mystery Man as usual.”
“You know what? Now that we’re on the topic, there is something I wanna know about you. What made you want to join the department?” Seth asked.
A short, but awkward pause followed while Ashley stared out the windshield and focused at the water droplets forming. “I guess it’s fate.”
“Fate?” Seth asked.
“Well, yeah. Fate that brought me here… with you. A girlfriend of mine was attacked in college. And well, it was at that moment that I decided to join the force and try to help victims. Luck has it, I’m sitting here in the car with you right now.” She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. “What about you? Why did you want to be a detective? Or is that also top secret information?”
“Me? It’s simple. As long as I can remember. Ever since I was a little boy playing cops and robbers, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. I joined the Marine Corps fresh out of high school, in hopes of learning discipline. Thinking back… I learned a little bit more than just discipline, I learned a lot more about myself.” Seth tilted his head towards her. “Both good and bad things.”
They were less than a block away from the precinct now as Seth continued. “So, whatcha got planned for tonight and tomorrow?”
“Tonight… before I head home, I want to gather up all the evidence we’ve gathered so far. In the morning I’m going to check in with the lab boys and follow up with the hospital.” Ashley said.
“Nice… listen, we’re going to go interview Franklin tomorrow.” Seth sighed. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to this part. It could either go very well or very badly. He whispered to himself, “This should be interesting.”
After dropping Ashley off at the precinct to get her car, Seth started to drive home and the rain began to pick up. The drizzle transformed into a light shower. Now that Seth was alone, his brain started working in overdrive. Its all going to fall on the DNA, yet again. I’ll have to find a way to get the known sample of DNA from Franklin tomorrow. I seriously doubt he’s going to just give it up, and if I get a subpoena for his DNA the goddamn media is going to have a fuckin’ field day with this. Once the media and—even worse, once social media—catches wind of this it’s only going to make my investigation that much harder.
Ashely’s question of ‘or is this top secret information?’ kept bouncing back and forth in his head. Damn, I guess that girl is right. Not too many people at the precinct actually know anything about me. I like it that way. The Captain is about the only person there that knows the most about me, only because he interviewed me, and was on the panel for all of my promotions. Detective Moore, that asshole, he likes to pretend he knows me. I guess it’s because he enjoys the persona of knowing a bit more than everyone else about the… what did Ashley call me… the Mystery Man. I keep my life private to protect my wife, even though I believe in the judicial system and I put a ton of fuck faces behind bars… eventually, unfortunately, they’re probably gonna get out. And who knows with these wiener-monkeys, most of them hold some kind of superficial grudge on me.
Seth pulled in the driveway and saw Zee’s car already there. Well, damn… she said she was going to be quick at the studio, but that usually means a two-hour conversation with someone.
Walking in the front door, Seth looked to the left gazing in the office. Books piled in stacks, he scanned over the covers of the top book in each stack; it would appear she was reorganizing her collection by genre. “Honey, I’m home.” Seth announced. “I see you’re still not done with your bookshelves.”
Zee shouted down from upstairs, “I know, I had to make some room. There’s a new series coming out from the Bad Boyz of Romance that I just NEED to get.”
Tiredly stumbling up stairs, Seth entered the bedroom, his eyes shifting from wall to wall. “Where are you?”
“I’m in the closet.”
13
Seth peeled his suit jacket off, tossing it on the corner of the bed. He was completely exhausted. All he wanted to do was crawl under the covers, snuggle with his wife, and drift off to sleep. He untucked his shirt from his pants and began unbuttoning it from the top working his way down before he spoke. “Whatcha doing in the closet?”
The closet doors violently swung open, causing a thin wire hanger from the dry cleaners to be blown to the floor. Seth turned around and found Zee standing in the doorway. She was wearing a black mesh body suit, with black mesh stockings, her skin peeking out from in between the mesh giving the illusion that she was essentially naked. Her hair was poofed up like she was just in a grappling match back in the 80’s. This was new.
“Oh, well heeeelllooo there baby.” His eyes couldn’t help but stare at her body. Her nipples pressed inside the mesh fabric, her belly button creating a small dimple in the body suit; the garter straps hugging the curves of her hips. A small slit running across her pussy caught his eye and he quickly recognized that this was a crotch-less suit. “Ummm, baby, we’re not going to have sex tonight.” A knot built in his throat, punishing him for even saying those words.
Zee started to slowly walk toward him. She caressed her chest with her hands and with each step closer her hands maneuvered down to her hips, passing over her waist. Her fingers started to twirl the little purple bows attached to the lace lining around her hips. Without speaking a single word, she tilted her head up, stood on her tippy toes and went in for a kiss.
Her soft, cherry flavored lips locked with his. The smell of her hair smacked his senses, forcing him to wrap his hands around her waist. As the kiss came to an end, his wide, strong hands caressed her back.
“Ok… we can have
sex.” Seth submitted.
Zee smiled and laughed, “Oh my God, honey… I love being married to you.” Reaching her hand around to his lower back, she grabbed his handcuffs.
Seth had a feeling he knew what was about to happen. Does she want me to handcuff her? He looked down at her hands as she fumbled around with the cuffs trying to figure them out.
With his hands still caressing her body, Zee slapped the cuff on his wrist. Pulling his hands together, she locked down the cuff on his other wrist so his hands were cuffed in the front. She unbuckled his belt, then his pants button and holding his pants up, she unzipped him. The weight of Seth’s sidearm stripped his pants to his ankles instantly. Zee took a half step back and placed her hands on his chest, ready to shove him on the bed. Her little hundred and fifteen-pound ass didn’t nearly have what it took to knock him down, but instead of planting like Stonehenge Seth played along. As she pushed him down, he took a little hop back on the bed landing on his butt, still in the sitting position. Mounting him, her thighs squeezed his hips.
“It seems I need to start marking my territory more…” Zee said before aggressively forcing her tongue in Seth’s mouth.
The mesh netting covering her tits brushed against his chest. All of Seth’s urges wanted to cup and squeeze her boobs, but the handcuffs had some kind of force field that kept him obeying. Submissive to Zee’s desires, he refrained from moving his hands, keeping them motionless across his flexing six-packed abs. The pressure of the kiss along with her hands pushing on his chest, had Seth laying back. On his way down, his dick scraped and rubbed against her stockings, which only grew his chub even bigger. Seth’s pulse increased, less blood going to his head, and more blood rushing to his cock. By the time his shoulders connected with the comforter, his dick had reached a full rock solid hard on. Freeing itself from her thighs Seth’s dick slapped and plants against her pussy.
“Fuck baby, you make me so hard.” Seth said, fighting for a breath of air in between kisses.
“That’s right. And don’t you forget it.” Zee smirked.
“Whatcha mean? Why… how the fuck would I forget it?” Seth whispered.
“Sometimes, I just need to remind you that you’re mine.” Zee started to grind her pussy against the top side of Seth’s cock. “I can’t have you riding around all day with that cute little girl, and not have you know what you’ve got right… here.” As Zee points up and down her body.
“Baby, you know it’s hard for me to think about anything else going on, when you’re the only thing running through my mind.” Seth exhaled.
Zee stuck her finger in his mouth, making him suck. “That’s good. As you should be.”
Using her other hand, she reached down, grabbing his cock. Lifting her hips up higher she put him in position, wiggling his cock around her clit. Coating him with Zee lubrication she closed her eyes. She bit down softly on her bottom lip and slowly penetrated herself with him. The first thrust in was always jolting. He was so big and thick, her cervix always needed a little warming up even when she was dripping for him. Her hand slid away from his mouth and down to his chest, helping her brace for balance and recover from the initial shock of Seth’s full insertion.
At first Seth laid back, relaxed, enjoying the pleasure Zee always gave him. But once she warmed up, Zee became aggressive as fuck. Bouncing up and down faster, her nails started to dig into his chest; damn near drawing blood. Her pelvic bone jabbed his gut with every downward thrust, like she was playing Mike Tyson’s Punch Out. Seth clenched his eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling of her pussy gliding along his cock.
“Open your eyes.” Zee dug her claws in deeper and scraped them down to his abs.
Flexing his stomach and chest, Seth made every attempt to lessen the depth of her nails into his skin. He wouldn’t stop this for the world. If she needed this, he was going to give it to her – even if she drew a little blood in the process.
Grunting with air being pumped out of him with every bounce, he looked up. He still wanted to check in with her. This was a little outside of her box. “Are you ok? What’s going on?”
“Shut the fuck up and take it. I’m marking this dick… You need to know who this dick belongs too.” Zee practically shouted. He knew who that dick belonged to. He could play along though if it made her feel better.
Zee leaned down and kissed his chest, that kiss turned into a nibble that quickly evolved into a full out bite. Seth crushed his teeth together, trying not to cry out. He flexed his chest even tighter and harder, sliding the skin out from between between her teeth. She started to suck that area, marking it with a high school hickey.
“Baby… good God…” Seth tried to say.
Zee lightly slapped his face, not hard, but just hard enough to get his attention before forcefully shoving her tongue in his mouth. Moving her lips down, she sucked on his bottom lip. “This dick is mine.” She whispered into his mouth.
Who the fuck is this chick?! Not going to lie, I kinda like it. Seth thought to himself.
“Stay still.” Zee sat up, cocking a leg up. She braced herself with one knee on one side of Seth while the other foot sunk into the mattress on the other side of him. “Don’t move,” she said softly and then slowly slid the full length of his cock out of her.
Zee reached down to grab his cock, stroked it a few times and then held him in place. Slowly, she sat down. He’s so thick, it would take her a few tries to get him in from that angle. The head of his dick entered, and it was so tight. Biting the corner of her bottom lip Zee moaned and inched her way down a tiny bit further. Her moan grew, her mouth opened wide and a gust of air rushed out of her lungs. “Fuckkkkkk, you’re so damn big.”
“Ohhh, fuck… you’re so fuckin tight.” Seth knew that this whole experience was different, but he didn’t remember her being so tight. Seth looked down to see what she was doing. Oh fuck… yes… I’m in her ass. “Oh my God, baby. YES… your ass is fuckin’ amazingly tight.”
Only half way down Seth’s cock, she stopped, “Why do you have to be so goddamn thick?” She started to wiggle back and forth, left and right. “That’s it… that’s all I can take.” Her ass burned, but it wasn’t bad. It made her feel so full and she was amazed at how painful, yet incredibly wonderful Seth felt in her ass. Zee started to rub her clit. Rubbing in a counter clock wise motion around her button, her pussy dripped wetter and wetter, coating her fingers. She continued to moan and her breathing started to become deeper and strained. Her fingers slid down her pussy and in a spock-like scissor hand greeting she pinched Seth’s dick in between her middle and ring finger. “You like being in my ass, don’t you baby…”
“This is incredible, baby. YES… I love it.” Seth stretched out his legs, flexing his thighs as they dangled off the edge of the bed, but he found no leverage to thrust any deeper inside her ass.
Her fingers moved back up to her clit, rubbing furiously. She was close. Her pussy pulsated and she lost the ability stay up on her own. She slapped her free hand down on top of his chest. Biting down on both her top and bottom lip, her eyes slammed shut. Zee’s thighs quivered and her body convulsed before a feeling like she’s never felt before took over and the most powerful orgasm she’s ever experienced was ready to erupt.
All the twitching, shaking and moaning from Zee excited Seth like never before. Her ass squeezed his cock tighter than he’s ever felt. Unable to hold back, he released with a groan. Coming inside her ass, his dick throbbed with each release. Zee could feel the rush of wetness coating her from within and the pressure of Seth’s twitching cock pushed her past her limits, she let loose. Zee came, spraying her satisfaction on his abs and chest. “Fuckkkkkk!” Zee shouted. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” She yelled in between deep panting, almost gasping for air. She dropped both legs to her knees and flopped down on top of him. Chest to chest, Zee laid there. She felt the need to remove Seth from her ass, but was too spent to move. “That’s my dick.” She whispered in his ear.
Roll
ing off of him, Zee carefully, with baby giraffe legs style, walked to the bathroom.
“Ummm, wow… wow baby, that was fantastic.” Seth turned his head, watching to stumble around.
“I’ve never came so hard in my life. That really was good.” Zee said, turning on the lights.
“Yeahhh… you know what? I don’t think I have the key to these cuffs.” Seth said projecting his voice in to the bathroom.
“Not my problem.” Zee said with a smile in her voice before closing the bathroom door.
“Really? Are you at least going to clean me up?” Seth said with a smile.
“Also, not my problem.” Zee’s laughing response was muffled from behind the door.
14
After gathering all the notes and CCTV disc from the hotel, Ashley left the precinct. In her car, she noticed the rain picking up and her mind began to wander. Almost hypnotized by the sound of the rain beating down on the windshield, she tried to think back to everything Seth has taught, instructed, and told her.
The harder and harder she tried to focus on the case, the more and more Ashley thought about Seth. Her first day at the front desk, she thought to herself, I’ll never forget it. Just as I picked up the ringing phone at the desk, Detective Lane walked through the precinct doors. The morning sun light glared in behind him, giving him an angelic holy look. I was mesmerized by his beautiful face. “Good morning, precinct 41, this is Officer Hart…” I think I said, “How can I direct your call.” But I’m sure what actually came out was, “The things I want to do to him.”
He walked by the desk, giving me a little head nod, as to say ‘hello’ as he passed. Those broad shoulders…even through his suit jacket I was able to see the ‘V’ from the shoulders down to his waist. He has the cutest little butt.
The captain thought I was showing great motivation and initiative when I started showing to up work early everyday for the first eight months. But really, I woke up everyday, waiting for Lane to walk through the doors and smile at me. My pro’s and con’s evaluation report was phenomenal at my six-month marker thanks to Lane. All those days I dreamed about him walking in those doors and asking me to dinner. I had my reply to him all rehearsed out in my head. I even practiced asking him out on a date. All he had to do was open the door for conversation. Fuck, I’m such an idiot. Come to find out all this goddamn time he’s married.