Sophie moaned as the shirt bunched against the back of her neck. A long purring sound made her knees go weak, she understood that he was cutting her shirt off but it was not until cool air caressed her bare breasts that she realized exactly what that meant. The blade rested against her aureole, making her tremble and pant. Her pussy grew wetter and she felt slightly dizzy.
“Good girl,” Kane said and the knife sawed into the waistband of her pajama bottoms.
Adrenaline rocketed through her, her eyes flew open and she screamed: a short sharp burst of sound as the halves of her pajama bottoms fell to her feet. She stared down at them, then up at his face, tracing the hard planes of his cheekbones and the small patches of silver at his temples.
Her hands came up, a protective gesture, and she cupped her own breasts. Her face flamed as she realized what she was doing and she dropped her hands again.
Kane spent a few moments surveying her body, appreciating her curves and softness. Her panties showed a noticeably damp spot that made his cock stiffen even more. His balls were tightening, making him aware of just how much he wanted to fuck her. He set the knife on the table and grabbed the flimsy panties. He ripped them, a sudden and violent rending that left her soaked and moaning. She had no idea of what else was going to happen and she didn’t care, she literally ached all over with need.
Kane took his own clothes off and she sighed with pleasure at the sight of his lean muscular body and hard prick. She went to her knees and that surprised her, it was not something she was normally inclined to do. Kane read her intentions and instantly he positioned himself in front of her, using a handful of her hair to help guide her face to his dick.
She subsumed his hardness, sucking him into her throat and then using her tongue to tease him. Kane gasped and bucked his hips into her face, her talented tongue swirled along the shaft and across the taut helmet, and drawing drops of pre come from him. She bobbed her head and applied even more pressure, tightening her lips around him so that he was being sucked down a tight and heated tunnel. The sensations were incredible and he groaned, digging his fingers deeper into her scalp.
Sophie pulled away, her breath coming in short bursts as she bent her head lower, licking at his heavy sack, wetting the fine black hair that surrounded his groin with her saliva. When his balls began to tighten and move upward she took them both into her mouth, sucking and licking them.
“Shit,” Kane growled out as he forced her away. He would have liked to have let her suck his cock until he came in her mouth but he needed to control the scene, wanted to see her begging for her own pleasure.
He dragged her over to the windows and pressed her against the chilled glass. Her nipples hardened until they almost ached as he cupped the round firm globes of her ass in his hands and began to knead them. When he slid a finger up and inside her she cried out, her cheek resting against the window and one of her eyes staring helplessly at the lit but blind covered windows of the apartment across the street. What if someone saw her? That thought made her come, a small and almost imperceptible orgasm that was wholly involuntary and only served to whet her appetite.
Kane felt her folds tighten and contract. Slick fluid slid down his finger and he smiled, pleased by her reaction. “You like being on display, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She did. She had no idea why but she liked it a lot.
Kane forced her legs open and his fingers up to her clit. He circled the hard bud with those fingers, making her grind against him and the glass. Her fluids left a smear on the pane, not that she noticed. The sill was low; it cut into her shins and made small sparks of pain there.
Kane reached up, twisting her nipples almost cruelly and making her cry out. He continued that for a few moments, raising her adrenaline and desire higher with each passing second.
When he knew she could not take much more without coming, he drew back and said, “I want you to walk over to the couch, lay belly down over the arm of it and wait for me.”
She did. At first she felt silly. She had to wriggle around a bit to get comfortable and when she was, her ass was lifted high in the air and her feet were barely touching the floor. Her belly was at an angle and she could not turn her head to see what he was doing.
Kane took the belt out of the loops of his pants and used it to bind her arms together. The sensation of being helpless made her squirm with pleasure. His nails raked down her calves ever so lightly then he began to spank her ass. Sophie closed her eyes, letting herself drift away on the cloud of feeling brought on by the pain.
He forced her legs apart and used two fingers to open her tunnel to him. When his fingers were liberally coated with oil he spread the liquid up the seam of her asshole then blew on it. Sophie bucked and arched, her pussy throbbing as he repeated the procedure: slapping her warming ass cheeks, plunging his fingers in and out of her dripping slit, spreading the wetness and letting his hot breath play against it.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes!”
He kneaded her ass cheeks, enjoying the feel of the warmed flesh under his hands. She shrieked into the couch cushions as he ran the head of his cock along the seam of her channel, rubbing it hard against the entrance but not entering her just yet.
“That feels so good,” Sophie whispered. “Please I want you to…to…to fuck me.”
Kane knew how hard it had been for her to get that out of her mouth. As a reward he slid an inch into her and ran his finger along the seam of her asshole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle there for a moment. Then, to be perverse, he pulled out.
Sophie ground her teeth together as he teased her, again and again. The third time he entered her he plunged most of the way in and her pussy stretched to receive him. She began to weep with frustration when he withdrew but he grabbed her hair and thrust back into her again, slamming all the way inside her.
Waves of pleasure crested and broke as his cock slid along her tight walls and created friction there. Sophie’s clit rubbed along the sofa cushion, making her beg for release. “Please can I come? Please can I come Kane? I’ll be good…” she wasn’t sure why those words were tumbling out of her mouth and she didn’t care, she only knew that they were the right words, the only words and she used them.
Kane wanted to come. His balls were high and tight to his body and he was biting his lip in an attempt to stave off that orgasm but he knew it was a lost cause, she felt so good and the decadence of the pose, the words she was using to entreat him, it was all so incredibly sexy that he had to relent. “Yes you can come, come right now on my cock.”
Her orgasm was his undoing. She tightened around him, creating a nearly unbearable tightness for a moment, then she expanded and her juices spilled from her, running down her thighs and smearing his groin too. His own come spilled form him: thick white pearls that leaked down the inside of her thighs as he withdrew.
He cuddled her, she wrapped her arms around him, her head on his chest and his heartbeat loud in her ear. “I wanted to fuck you while you were against the window but I was afraid that would have been going too far.”
“I would love that!” Sophie blinked at her own response, then she blushed. “I mean…do you think I’m easy?”
“No. I think you are perfect.”
“Would you mind if I stayed the night?”
“No, I would like that very much.” She did want him there too. They got up and went to her small bedroom. She pulled down the sheets and covers on the other side, the side that was usually cold and waited until he got into bed. “Is there anything else you would like?”
“I would like it if you called me Sir.”
Sophie blinked. “Sir?” The word felt right, it suited him somehow so she said it again. “Would you like anything else Sir?”
“Yes, I would like for you to come to bed.”
She got in. His skin was warm and she buried her face in his chest, holding him tightly. “I like this,” she said drowsily.
“Good, because I do too.
”
“The woman at the club, she was on a leash…”
“Did you like that?”
“I’m not sure. I liked the way she looked up at the man she was with.”
“She’s collared to him. That means he’s her Dominant and she’s his submissive. She obeys him and serves him. He’s the head of the house in every way. The collar she wears signifies that relationship.”
“Do you want a relationship like that?” Sophie asked in a small voice.
“Very much but it’s not easy to have a D/s relationship. It takes a lot of trust. As a Dominant I have to know I have the responsibility of making sure you are safe, that you are cared for and that you are loved. It’s up to me to make the decisions, and then to stand by them. As a submissive you have to know that you are giving up control to someone else and you have to be willing to trust them with everything you have, every secret every hope, every moment of your life. Do you think you could do that, submit that way? Could you believe that every decision I made was for your own good and trust me to care enough about you to not question that I want what is best for you?”
“I …” something inside her, something that had waited for so very long to be recognized, broke free. “Yes, yes I could.”
“Then we have a lot to talk about.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Sophie said and then promptly fell asleep.
***
The Creeper did not sleep. He stood in front of the trophy case, staring at the heads. Every once in awhile he muttered something mostly unintelligible. An apple pie sat on a long wooden table near his left arm, he shoved chunks of it in his mouth occasionally, mumbling through the crumbling pastry and sweetly spiced fruit. His latest victim stared at him, her blue eyes wide and her ponytail hanging too low and loose.
He giggled as he tossed a glob of pie at their faces. It struck Jenna, oozed down the side of her cheek and clung to her jaw before falling with a wet plop.
He scratched at his neck, his eyes going to the boxes piled neatly to one side of his trophy case. They all had labels: Morgan’s clothes for summer, Morgan’s winter clothes, wedding photos, et cetera. He stuffed more pie in his mouth, angry all over again.
The anger snapped him out of his dull and listless state. His eyes went to his watch and he swore. He had to get to work, even a serial killer needed a paycheck it seemed.
***
The next morning Kane realized he had left his cell phone at Sophie’s house. He grabbed the phone at his desk and called her. She agreed to bring the phone to the precinct, saying she was going to be taking Sassy out for a long play date at Central Park anyway.
“Could you take a bus? I need it fairly fast.”
“I could drive up. That way I wouldn’t have to carry Sassy.” She didn’t particularly want to add that she was very sore from the hard fucking of the night before but his chuckle let her know he knew that fact without her saying it.
“That would be great.” He hung up and opened the files on his desk, trying to ignore Forrester, who slouched in just as he hung up and tossed himself into his chair.
The man looked terrible. Dark circles under his eyes and a slight tremor in his hands made Kane wonder if the man drank. It would not shock him, a lot of cops did. And no wonder. Still, if Forrester’s drinking had gotten to the point that he was deteriorating, and he certainly seemed to be, he needed to be told about it. It would be better to hear it from…that gave Kane pause, he didn’t know of anyone that considered Forrester a friend. As far as he could tell the detective never socialized, never went to the bar the rest of them sometimes frequented. He decided to file that away for another day, he had enough on his plate.
John came in, “Have you seen Janelle?”
“No, not since I left you two last night. She’s very thorough, she’s likely gone back to one of the crime scenes.”
Forrester said, “I’m sure she’s hanging around somewhere,” in an angry tone that took Kane a little bit aback. He could see John was surprised by it too. Hostility toward the FBI from local officers was common, the flat out rage in Forrester’s words was a little over the top.
Kane watched Forrester walk away, “I’m sorry John. The guy, supposedly was once a good cop. Or at least that is what it seems everyone says when he pulls this shit. Personally I ma out of excuses for him.”
“No worries, let’s go back over the last killing.”
They opened the files and bent to work.
***
Sophie got out of the car. Sassy barked and wriggled inside her little tote as they mounted the stairs and she hushed her, saying, “I got you now, you give up.”
A man standing at the cart of the vendor next to the steps, buying a cup of coffee, gave her an odd and startled look, she didn’t see it.
It was her, she had seen him and she was going to go into the police station and tell everyone he was outside. The Creeper knew that was crazy, he had been disguised and she had not seen his face. But there she was, and she had just said she recognized him. He stood there, watching her walk up the steps for long seconds. His heart stuttered inside his chest and he walked off, the coffee forgotten. The vendor yelled at him but he ignored him, he was locked on her. She wore a red skirt and a plain white blouse. Her legs were long and tanned and her waist was trim. Her black hair hung in a cloud down her back and he had the oddest sensation…
“Morgan!” he yelled.
Sophie heard the shout but ignored it, someone was yelling for someone but she had no idea of who it was or why they were calling for them. She could see Kane, he was in conversation with another man. He lifted his head and she raised a hand to wave at him. An odd expression crossed his face, he got to his feet, running to the narrow metal railing that surrounded the area where he worked.
“Down!” he was yelling. “Get down!”
Something whined past her ear. She stopped, confused and suddenly afraid. Kane was running, running for the stairs and there was another popping sound, a pain in her shoulder and then people were screaming and running, someone pushed her. Her knees scraped against the cold linoleum floor as she went down. Sassy spilled out and Sophie forgot her own pain, terror hit her at the thought that her precious pet could be trampled by the running feet.
Fingers tangled in her hair and she was yanked to her feet. Sassy ran under a desk and she reached for her, her fingers straining. She could not comprehend was what was happening.
“Let her go!” Kane yelled. He held a gun, Sophie saw, a very big gun. The barrel looked immense and she began to cry, understanding seeping through her. She had somehow been taken hostage.
Kane could not believe the odd turn the day had taken. Sophie was shot and bleeding, he could see the red stain on the shoulder of her blouse. He knew it wasn’t a fatal wound, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t bleed out at some point. Forrester, Forrester, was behind her, his eyes blazing with madness.
“You lied on the police report,” Forrester said in her ear, making Sophie wince as his foul breath blew across her face, “You gave the wrong address. I came to kill you but you weren’t there. That’s a crime, you know, lying to the cops.”
“Let her go.” Kane said as he walked toward them, his eyes surveying all of the possible angles. Forrester had backed himself and his captive into a small area near the door. Other prisoners screamed and howled, cops stood about with guns drawn: their faces both confused and determined. Nobody really knew what to do, Forrester was one of them. Or was he? Nobody was certain of what was going on.
“It’s too late for that.” Forrester said. He yanked her arm and Sophie screamed in pain. From under the desk Sassy howled. He kept her in front of him until they cleared the doorway, then he yanked her around, shoving her out and down the stairs. People saw them coming and scattered, she had the confused glimpse of traffic and the buildings opposite before he shoved her against her car and demanded the keys.
She had forgotten she still held them; he yanked them from her hand, shov
ed her into the car and squealed out into traffic, hitting bumpers as he went.
Kane ran behind the car, he was afraid to try to shoot out the tires and terrified not to. Pedestrians crossing the street ran in fear as Forrester plowed through a red light and he holstered his weapon and ran back to the precinct.
“Where do you think he took her?” John asked.
“He has a place here in the city but it’s an apartment, somebody get me personnel on the phone!” Kane yelled. His heart was pounding; all he could think about was Sophie’s terrified face as she was dragged away. Please don’t let him kill her, he thought, please don’t let him kill her.
“He used to have an apartment in the city, now he has a house out in Queens,” one of the other cops said. “He grew up in it. He moved out of the apartment after his wife left. We never heard the whole story, just that she was gone, to tell you the truth none of us ever saw her anyway.”
“She left?” John asked, his gaze sharpening.
“Well yeah, that’s when he went all to hell you know. He used to be…”
“A good cop, yeah we’ve heard that.” Kane interjected.
“Right but Morgan, that was her name, she bailed, he came in one day and that is just what he said—she bailed on him. I don’t think he wanted the divorce.”
“And nobody thought to ask around about the wife?”
“Hell she never came around. She never hung out with the other wives or came to barbecues because she was always doing something else. She hung out with some whole artsy crowd.”
“When did she leave?”
“About five years ago. In fact it was exactly five years ago last month.”
“That would have been the trigger. I am willing to bet that she didn’t leave at all, I would put money on him killing her.” John said to Kane, to the other cop he said, “I need to know where the house is.”
***
“You know I never meant to hurt you Morgan. I just wanted you to stop packing, I have no idea why you wanted to leave me. I took good care of you, gave you everything you needed. Hell I even joined that damn swingers club for you. Only you weren’t interested in swinging really, you were interested in sleeping with as many other women as you could. You found a bunch of other women who were looking for the same thing and you all got together and laughed at me, didn’t you? You and your girlfriends, you laughed at me. But I fixed them, I bet they never laugh at anyone else ever again.”
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