Jack alternated this with gentle caresses, tenderly stroking her and allowing his fingers to graze against her dripping pussy, causing Melanie to buck and squirm with pleasure as she pushed herself back into him, her body instinctively seeking a release.
“If you’re a good girl and take your spanking, I just might fuck you when I’m done.” Teased Jack.
“Would you like me to fuck you now?”
“Yes! Please fuck me.” She pleaded.
“It’s please fuck me Sir.” Replied Jack, as he ran his fingers up the nape of her neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her head up and back.
SMACK.
Jack’s hand connected with that sweet spot between ass and thigh which makes her squeal and makes her pussy drip the most.
“Please.”
SMACK.
“Fuck.”
SMACK.
“Me.”
SMACK.
“Sir.”
SMACK.
Melanie bucked and squirmed under every blow, ass and pussy burning with a desire to get fucked as Jack’s hand slipped back to her clit, teasing, stroking, circling.
“Would you like me to fuck you now?” Jack repeated calmly.
“Please fuck me sir.” Melanie gasped, reduced to quivering mess, nothing she wouldn’t do or say for Jack at that moment to get the release her body craved. Inhibitions completely gone as she fully submitted herself to Jack to use and abuse.
With one fluid motion, he inserted himself inside of her without stopping until he could go no further. She gasped at the girth of his cock and how every time it felt like he was stretching her to breaking point. He began a rhythmic motion pumping her full of his hard dick, moving his hips around so that it would twirl inside of her.
She arched her back as her head came back, her long hair available for him to grab and hold onto. Her moans became louder the harder he rode her. She rested her head on the floor so her ass was sticking straight up for him to fuck. He could see her clean pussy as he was driving himself into her and it made him want to come that much harder.
He pulled out of her, lowered his head to her ass and began eating her pussy, alternating between fucking her with his tongue and sucking on her juicy clit. She cried out in unbearable pleasure as she orgasmed against his tongue. When he was satisfied that she had finished he stuck his dick back inside of her for a few more pumps until he was ready. He felt himself wanting to explode and pulled himself out of her again, only this time he shot his cum on her asshole, jerking himself off as he watched the semen drip down onto the entrance to her pussy. He turned her over and sucked on her tits as he entered her again. Fucking every last exhilarating spasm out of himself and into her.
Chapter 9
“The lab results reveal no sexual assault was evident on the body.” Mike said.
They were driving to the boyfriend’s house to question him about Carly’s murder.
“Well there goes our DNA option.” Melanie said.
“Not necessarily. They also found a hair strand near the body on the floor.” Mike said.
“There were probably close to a hundred people there that night, Shaw. The chances of a hair being the killer’s is a long shot.” Melanie focused on the road, disappointed that they didn’t have more to go on than what they did.
“Well, they’re still running it for DNA.” He said.
“Good.” Melanie grabbed her soda and took a sip.
“I can’t understand this world.” Mike said.
“Which world are you referring to?” She asked.
“This whole BDSM sex club thing.” Mike replied. “I just don’t get it.”
“What is there to get?” Melanie asked him. She wanted to hear what he had to say even though he knew that it was most likely going to be the same things she’s always heard.
“I just don’t understand how pain can equal pleasure to some people.” He said.
“Maybe it isn’t always about pain.” Melanie remarked.
“Tying each other up and being beaten doesn’t sound like pain to you?” Mike asked.
“All I’m saying is not to judge something you don’t understand.” Melanie pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex. “There are many reasons why people do what they do and it doesn’t always mean it’s wrong. Sometimes it’s just different.”
Mike looked at her with a new curiosity. “You wouldn’t happen to know a little something about the subject, would you?”
“Imagine every stressor, every tension in your body instantly relieved by the slow, steady pressure of pleasure put upon you by another, the feeling that you have no control, completely at their will. How do you think that would feel?”
Mike looked at her trying hard to stifle the budding erection in his pants, Melanie looked a little less innocent than he had previously imagined.
Melanie cocked her head and grinned. “Like I’ve said before, when you’ve worked homicide long enough nothing surprises you.”
Melanie wasn’t sure how much she could trust Mike. He was new to the department and a little younger than her. They had only recently assigned them as partners. Melanie was supposed to take him under her wing and show him the ropes. So far she was impressed with his performance. He was punctual, organized and took initiative getting things done. However, he was a bit green. He had many ideological beliefs that did always resonate with reality and life as a homicide detective. Still, he had plenty of potential upon which to build.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll ever understand it.” Mike uttered with slight uncertainty.
“You don’t have to, partner. You just have to put the evidence together and solve crimes.” Melanie put the car in park and shut off the engine. “Now, are you ready to do this?”
“Following your lead, partner.” Mike grinned.
They got out of the car. The Largo Apartments weren’t on the bad side of town so to speak. Mostly college kids rented here because of the close proximity to Alton University. Melanie had heard several calls over the police radio about officers showing up late at night to loud music and partying but rarely did she ever hear of any serious crimes being reported about this place.
“Apartment 17, right?” Melanie asked.
“Yes, that’s the one.” Mike replied.
“Okay, let’s do this.” They headed off in the direction of Carly Mather’s boyfriend.
Chapter 10
“Chicago P.D.” Mike rapped on the door.
There was no answer. Melanie looked around the side of the apartment and saw a man jumping out of his ground floor window. He tripped before standing up and running.
“We’ve got a runner!” Melanie yelled.
Mike and Melanie took off after the guy. He was already several feet in front of them when Melanie cut across the back of the apartments and followed the sidewalk to cut him off. Mike chased the suspect head on and almost caught up to him when Melanie came out from around the building, stuck her hand out and clotheslined him. He fell to the ground head first.
She drew her weapon and pointed it at him. “Don’t move!”
Mike caught up to him and pulled out his handcuffs. He turned the guy over and put his hands behind his back before cuffing him. Then pulled him up to his feet.
“Why are you running from us?” Mike asked the man.
“I didn’t do it!” The man screamed.
“John Denton?” Melanie asked him.
“Yeah.” He answered.
“You’re going to jail.” She read him his Miranda rights as they escorted him back to their car.
Melanie got in the back seat as Mike put the suspect in the car with her.
“Now you going to tell us what it is that you didn’t do?” She asked.
“I didn’t kill Carly.” He said. “We got in fights, yes. But I didn’t hurt her. I could never hurt her. I loved her.” The kid dropped his head down and began crying.
“If you didn’t do it then why did you take off running?” She ask
ed.
“Because I knew you would come looking for me. It’s always the boyfriend they suspect, isn’t it?”
Melanie couldn’t argue that point. It was usually standard protocol to look at the people who were closest to the victim at the time of death and that usually meant the husband or the boyfriend.
Mike looked in the rearview mirror as he drove toward the police station. “So what would have been so wrong about explaining that instead of taking off?”
“I was scared man, okay? I ain’t never been in no trouble before.” John sat there rocking himself back and forth in his seat.
“Well you realize this just made you look a hundred times guiltier, don’t you?” Melanie said.
“I’m sorry. I was scared and I took off running. This whole thing has been screwing with my mind. I can’t believe she is gone.” John blubbered through his words, his nose running.
“Relax, John. We’re going to take you down to the station and ask you a few questions. If you didn’t do anything wrong then you have nothing to be worried about.” Melanie tried to sound empathetic but she was thinking of returning the favor and giving him a blow twice as hard as he had previously give her. Her jaw ached as she thought of the attack and she had to hold down her anger.. The kid was young and she could see he was scared but suspects were good at hiding their guilt. Many of them had years of practice so it was never a sure thing to believe a story.
Chapter 11
Melanie escorted John to the interrogation room. It was similar to what many would see on a crime show. It had four walls and dim lighting. The only major difference between fictional television and reality was that instead of a one-sided window, a surveillance camera hung from the corner of the room with a monitor in another room to watch suspects.
“Have a seat.” She told him.
Melanie unlocked the handcuffs from behind his back and locked them through a bar that was bolted down on the desk.
“Do you want anything to drink?” She asked.
“Yes please. Just water.” He answered her.
“I’ll be right back.” Melanie left the room and walked into the other room where the monitor was playing. Mike was there watching.
“So what are you going to do now? He asked her.
“I’m going to ask him questions and you are going to stay here and watch the way I do it.”
She grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator and headed back to the interrogation room.
“I’m back.” She said.
“Now, let’s start from the beginning shall we?”
“What do you want to know?” John looked at her nervously.
“What was your relationship like with Carly?”
“It was up and down. We loved each other but we also had trouble getting along.” He said.
“Why? Why did you have trouble getting along?” Melanie asked.
“Because we were both jealous people, I guess. She would always accuse me of cheating on her or I would sometimes hear things about her.”
“What kind of things would you hear about her?” Melanie took out a note pad and pen from her jacket pocket and began taking notes.
“Just that she would get drunk and hook up with guys.” He said.
“Did you ever confront her about it?” Melanie asked.
“Yeah, all the time. She said she wasn’t but I kept hearing about how she would get with older guys, or do some crazy sex stuff.”
“And how did you feel about that?”
“It bothered me that she seemed to have another side to her. Something she wouldn’t let me in or know about. I couldn’t ever figure it out but she kept it hidden pretty well.” John switched positions in his seat.
Melanie jotted something down in her notes. She had calmed down now and seeing this slight man squirming in front of her started to make her doubt that he could have landed her the blow. She clicked her jaw, felt a sharp pain, and looked back up sympathetically at the suspect.
“Am I free to go now? Have I answered your questions?” John pleaded.
A knock on the door of the interrogation room was followed by Mike sticking his head in. “Detective Davis, can I speak to you for a second?”
“Sure.” Melanie said. She looked at John, “I’ll be right back.”
She stepped out of the room and into the hallway.
“What is it?” She asked impatiently.
“We got the lab results back and crossed matched them with the boyfriend. He’s clean.” Mike said.
“Shit.” Melanie paced the hall. “We just lost out only lead.”
She walked back into the room pulling out the handcuff keys.
“Mr. Denton, you are free to go.” She said.
“Really? No joke?” John rubbed his wrists.
“But don’t leave town and for god’s sake don’t run from us again if we need to follow up and ask more questions.” Mike chimed in.
“I promise. I definitely won’t. Thank you officers, thank you.” John left the room happy to be able to walk out on his own and having avoided a beating he was sure he would get.
“What do we do now?” Mike asked.
“We go home and go through the notes with a fine toothed comb, there has to be something we missed.” Melanie grabbed her coat and left.
Chapter 12
One of the hardest things about this job are the hours. It took a perfectly good social life and threw it in the toilet. That was assuming there was an existing social life. For Melanie, it took all her focus to keep up with the multiple unsolved murders on her desk. There were times when she would be up all hours of the day and night on duty trying to bring closure to the families of her victims.
This definitely wasn’t the job for someone who had to divide their time between a marriage and kids. It’s probably why she never married or had children. She loved her job too much. She didn’t necessarily crave those things either. She never regretted her decision not to marry or have kids, but sometimes she did question her sanity. After all, who would sign up for crappy pay and crappier hours? She was convinced it was something a person was born to do. There was very few monetary or tangible rewards in law enforcement.
At times this job could put a strain on her relationship with Jack. There would be times they would get into arguments. He was always concerned about her safety. She tried explaining to him that she was a detective and no longer a beat cop. She wasn’t the first to respond to calls, she was who they called when they had a murder that needed to be solved. Whenever it was a bone of contention with him, she would simply bring up his night club hours and point out that they were just as crazy as her hours. It was cute that he worried about her, but sometimes he needed to be reminded of the double standard.
“How is the case going?” Jack asked. “I’m going to be opening the club up this week and I’d like to know that my members are going to be safe.”
“It has stalled.” She responded.
“Really? Why?” He asked.
“Our lead suspect checked out. We couldn’t hold him.” Melanie scratched her head.
Jack handed her a beer.
“Do you have a backup plan?” He asked.
“Not at this time.” Melanie looked at the beer container letting her mind wander.
“Sometimes you have to catch a slippery fish with a net.” Jack said as he sat down next to her.
Melanie’s head sparked an idea as she played Jack’s words over in her head.
“Do you realize what you just said?” She asked.
“Not really.” Jack said. “What did I just say?”
Melanie became excited. “I want to set up a trap but I need your help.”
“What exactly do you mean?” Jack became suspicious. He knew that when she got an idea it was hard for her to let it go.
“Since this happened in your club then there is a good chance that he will return.” Melanie said.
“Why do you think that? I mean, don’t you think he wouldn’t set foot in my place
since the police were all over it?” Jack asked.
“No. In fact, I think he wants to live dangerously. I think he is thumbing his nose at us, daring us to catch him.” Melanie explained.
“What gives you that impression?”
“Just a feeling I guess.”
She looked at him, knowing what his answer would be but pushing the subject anyway.
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