Urban Prey

by S. J. Lewis

She obeyed again, holding her cuffed hands up so he could get a view of her round little ass. He thought that was something she’d been taught to do. She had nice legs, long and slender. Her skin was creamy white, her nipples deep, deep pink. Maybe the blonde hair was natural after all. When she turned to face him again, her head was down. He could see that she was blushing. He reached out and gripped her by her ponytail. He hauled her out into the living room. She protested wordlessly.

  He sat down on the chair and laid her across his lap. She struggled a little, but he didn’t think her heart was in it. She put up only a token resistance when he stuffed the ball gag into her mouth. He buckled it tightly in place. She was squirming now. She had to know what was coming. He ran the palm of his hand across her rump, gently. There were springy muscles there under the soft white skin.

  He gave her no warning before his first hard slap on her backside. She yelped around the ball gag. Her hands moved to cover her ass. That was probably not something she’d been taught to do. He pulled her hands away, pinning them almost between her shoulder blades, and spanked her again, just as hard. She jerked and yelped again. He knew it had to sting. She probably didn’t realize that he was holding back a little, so she could still drive for him tonight. He brought his hand down again. Her white skin was turning red where he’d smacked her. Now she was whimpering and trembling. It was probably an act. He brought his hand down a little harder.

  He gave her eight hard swats in all, four on each round cheek. Towards the end, she was struggling furiously to protect her ass. She was unsuccessful. After the eighth spank, he paused to let her wonder if he was done or if he was just toying with her. When she turned her head to look at him, he smiled at her and started to bring his hand down again. She flinched and yelped around the gag, but he didn’t strike. Instead, he placed her gently on the floor, face-down, and knelt down behind her. He found the throw rug was rough and scratchy.

  “Get your ass up,” he ordered. She obeyed. The only sound she made was a whimper as he spread her legs with his hands and ran his fingers over her bald little pussy. Then he thrust a finger inside of her. She whined and squirmed, but she was as wet and ready as he thought she would be. She whimpered again when she heard him unzip his jeans. He moved a little closer to her, then gripped her by her hips and pulled her upwards and towards him. Her head was turned to one side, so he could see that her eyes were shut tight. He was hard and ready.

  She squirmed and squealed as he shoved his cock into her. She was tight, but so wet that he slid in easily inside. Then as he pulled her even closer, impaling her even more deeply, he felt her shudder, and she whimpered again.

  He began to fuck her, moving hard and fast inside her pussy, slamming his belly against her upturned ass with each powerful stroke. If she came, so be it, but this was intended to show his dominance, not to give her pleasure. He rammed into her again and again, making her body quiver with each impact. She was panting noisily through her nose.

  Last night had taken something out of him. She felt pleasantly warm and tight and slippery around his cock, but release was a long time in coming. He gripped her hard while he grunted and jerked and moaned. For a long moment after he was done, he still held her in place. Now he could feel tremors running through her pussy and her body. Her eyes were still closed, but the noises she was making sounded pleased and content. He took the handcuff key from his shirt pocket and freed her hands. Her wrists were bruised from the hard steel cuffs. He let go of her and stood, pulling up his jeans and zipping them, while she slumped onto the rug and lay still.

  “Get up,” he ordered. She stirred weakly. It took her a long time to get up on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder at him. She looked tired…no, sleepy. Her eyes were only half-open.

  “Get up,” he repeated. “You know where the bathroom is. Go get cleaned up and come back out here. Don’t bother about your clothes for now. You can wrap a towel around yourself if you want.”

  She was struggling slowly to her feet when he went back into the kitchen. He needed more coffee. One of the donuts she’d brought would go well with it.

  ***

  Lisa was very subdued when she finally crept out of the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her, and she was still wearing the ball gag. He realized that he hadn’t told her she could remove it. Apparently she didn’t want to take any chances now.

  “You can take that off,” he said, pointing towards her mouth. Her face had a look of relief as she reached behind her head with both hands to unbuckle the gag. The towel slid down onto the floor. She let it stay there until she’d pried the ball out of her mouth. She worked her jaws for a moment before she moved his way and handed him the gag. Then she went back and picked up the towel and wrapped it around herself again. When she had her back to him, he saw that he’d spanked her harder than he’d intended. Her ass was still a vivid red. Obviously she was one of those women who mark easily. Sitting down gingerly on the couch, she winced.

  “Do we understand each other now?” he asked.

  She nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir,” she said. It looked as if she was going to say something more, but the moment passed.

  “Good. You want some coffee?”

  “Please,” she replied.

  “All right then, in the kitchen.”

  “In the kitchen?” she grimaced.

  “And why not?”

  “Well, cause my ass is sore. This couch will feel a whole lot better than those wooden chairs.”

  “Geez,” he smiled. “Isn’t that too bad? Come on.”

  Lisa winced again and followed him into the kitchen where she settled into one of hard wood chairs at the kitchen table.

  “How about this?” Ron suggested. He held up a pillow that she gladly accepted.

  “Aaaaahhh, yes…better,” she almost smiled as her red rump enjoyed the soft feel of the pillow. “Can I speak freely for a moment? Sir?”

  “Of course,” Ron poured her coffee then sat down in the opposite chair.

  “I really deserved that,” she said. “I should have known better.” Head down, she peered up at him. Her eyes were contrite. “But I have to tell you…I’m almost tempted to push your buttons again.” She shivered. “It wasn’t that…fierce…even in training. I felt like you were going to split me open. I haven’t come so hard in a long time.” She shivered again, her hands still shaky as she picked up her coffee mug.

  “After this is all over, maybe we can talk about it,” he said. “There’s a cabin I know, way out in the woods. You can make as much noise as you want without disturbing the neighbors.”

  She looked uncertain. She licked her lips. “I’m not sure…” she began.

  “Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “That was just to reinforce your training. You’re smart and efficient and very cute, but you’ve got to work on your attitude. Are we clear on who’s the boss now?”

  “Yes, sir.” She took a sip of her coffee, holding the mug in both hands.

  “Good. I’m going to need some things for tonight. Can you get your hands on a stretch limo? Not a big one.”

  “I think so,” Lisa nodded. “I can even drive it, if you want.”

  “I want,” he said. “I also need some things arranged ahead of time at the Office. I want you to handle that too.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  “Good. This is pretty important.”

  Chapter Ten

  After Lisa left his apartment to run the errands he’d given her he looked at the kitchen clock. It was later than he’d thought. He got his cell phone. The Female was already on speed dial. When he heard the phone he’d given her ringing, he had a sudden nervousness he hadn’t felt since high school.

  She answered after the second ring: “Hello?” She sounded a little nervous too.

  “It’s me,” he said. “You got yourself free without too much trouble then?”

  “Ah…” she hesitated. Her voice grew huskier. “Actually, it wasn’t all that easy.” />
  “You’re coming with me tonight,” he told her. “I’ll be coming to pick you up in a limo.”

  “What time?” She sounded eager.

  “Eight o’clock,” he answered. “You won’t be going back to your hotel for several days. You’d better let them know, and make arrangements.”

  “I will.”

  “There’s more,” he said. “Here’s what you have to do.”

  She listened to his instructions without interrupting, but he heard her breathing quicken. “Did you get all that?” he asked when he was finished.

  “Yes…yes, I did,” she said. She sounded nervous…or maybe eager. It was probably both.

  “Eight o’clock,” he repeated before hanging up. He looked up at the kitchen clock again. In a little over six and a half hours, he’d find out for sure if The Female was going to go through with it. He was pretty sure that she would, he certainly hoped so.

  He reviewed what he had done with Lisa earlier. From the beginning, he’d had the feeling that she was trying to get a rise out of him. He’d never had a woman as part of his team before, though, so he hadn’t been sure. She’d been helpful and efficient from the beginning, which inclined him to give her the benefit of the doubt until that morning. When he’d asked her to bring him the handcuffs and ball gag, she’d probably thought that they were intended for The Female. In fact, he’d intended them for Lisa all along, just in case. Tonight, he was going to bring The Female to his lair…well, to his borrowed lair. He didn’t think that she was completely at ease about it, even after their long strenuous night together. He worried that Lisa would throw sand in the gears with some careless act or comment. The way she’d been acting, that seemed a real possibility – even if she didn’t do it deliberately. And then her little peepshow earlier had given him more reason for concern.

  He sighed. Carla had been a lot more straightforward about it. He wondered if there were more women at the office who had their fantasies about finding out what he was like. Maybe so, but he didn’t care. Carla had been sweetly submissive, but it was clear that her curiosity had been satisfied, and any further dalliances were out of the question. After all, she had a position to maintain at the office.

  On the other hand, Lisa reminded him a little of Elf-Girl in some ways. Maybe after this was over he could take another vacation and bring her along – although, he discarded the idea almost immediately. She wasn’t all that much like Elf-Girl, after all, except for being blonde and slender. Besides, she seemed to like the city, not the woods. It would be foolish to try to catch the kind of lightning he had with Elf-Girl twice. Whatever curiosity Lisa possessed had probably been satisfied that morning anyway. He picked up the brown paper bag she’d brought the handcuffs and gag in; everything was back in the bag – along with one more item: Lisa’s panties. He hadn’t expected her to favor a thong. But maybe she wore them to avoid visible panty lines when she wore those tight-fitting jeans.

  He sighed again. Maybe after this he should retire from the business. He could try something different, maybe as a guide for hunters or fishermen. He was good at tracking prey, and that line of work would keep him out in the wilderness that he loved.

  At the moment, he was feeling tired and empty, that is until his thoughts turned to The Female, and that old, familiar anticipation jumped up and grabbed him once again. He closed his eyes and pictured her bound naked and spread-eagled on her bed again. The gag and blindfold obscured most of her face, but every inch of her gorgeous body was on display, and available. He remembered how she had reacted when he ran the ice cube along her legs, across her belly, around and around those big, full breasts and those swollen, sensitive, mocha-colored nipples. He started to get an erection. Oh, it was going to be a long six and a half hours! He poured himself another cup of coffee and started planning out the evening.

  ***

  It was dark outside when he heard the knock at his door. He checked his watch. It had to be Lisa. He turned off the television.

  “Come in,” he called out.

  The door swung open. Lisa came in, wearing her chauffeur uniform again. She wasn’t her usual breezy self. She looked chastened and oddly shy. There was no sign of her usual ponytail. She must have tucked her hair up under her cap.

  “Mr. Smith?” she said as she came in. “I brought the limo.”

  “Come in,” Ron said. “Have a seat.” He indicated the couch. Lisa shut the door behind her before she came over and sat down. Now she looked nervous. She sat with her knees primly together, her hands clasped in her lap. She was obviously waiting for him to speak.

  “Have you learned your lesson?” Ron asked. Lisa went pale, then blushed.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied as she looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry for…pushing your buttons, sir. It won’t happen again.”

  “Good. It’s very important that nothing go wrong tonight. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” Lisa nodded. She hesitated. “May I speak freely?”

  “All right,” Ron nodded. “But keep it short.”

  “I just wanted to say…” she gulped and went on. “I just wanted to say that I really do want to help you with this…ah…project, sir. I’m willing to do anything at all to help you.”

  “Still hoping you’ll end up in the same cage as her?” Ron raised an eyebrow.

  Lisa blushed again. “If I do, I do,” she shrugged. “I don’t think I’m entitled to ask for anything now. But I’d also like to say…” she hesitated again.

  “Yes?”

  “I’d like to say…if, after this job is finished, sir, you think you might…want to train me personally…” she ran out of words.

  “We’ll see what happens,” Ron said. He picked up his cell phone and hit the speed dial. “Now just sit quietly for a moment.”

  Lisa nodded.

  Ron heard the phone ring…and ring, then on the third ring, The Female picked it up.

  “Yes?” It sounded as if she was breathing hard.

  “I’m coming for you now,” Ron said. “Is everything ready?”

  “Yes. Yes, I’m all ready,” she answered. “Should I wait for you in the lobby?”

  “First, I want to make something clear,” Ron cautioned. “Once I pick you up, there’s no going back. There’s no getting out until it’s done. Do you understand?”

  There was a pause at the other end.

  “I understand.” Her voice sounded shaky. “I’m ready.”

  “Good. Wait for me in the lobby. I will be there soon.” He broke the connection and looked at Lisa.

  “Let’s go.” He rose and straightened his suit. Lisa brought him his coat, and held it while he put it on.

  ***

  For once, the night was clear. The rain had washed away most of the snow and the streets had dried. The sky overhead was dark. If it hadn’t been for the city lights, Ron was sure he could have seen the stars. As it was, he could only pick out a few brighter lights. They might be stars, or they might be planets. The one that was moving had to be a plane.

  Lisa had procured exactly what he’d wanted: a stretch limo, though it was very stretched. The back seat had lots of room, with jump seats on the back of the front seat for any extra passengers. The back windows were tinted dark, the upholstery looked like good leather, and the car was meticulously clean. It even smelled faintly of pine. While Lisa held the door open, Ron climbed inside and settled in the back. Then Lisa shut the door and climbed into the driver’s seat.

  There wasn’t much traffic in that part of the city at that hour. It grew heavier as they approached the hotel, but Lisa drove the big car expertly. The hotel always kept a spot open on the street right in front of the entrance for vehicles picking up or dropping off guests. Lisa waited until the taxi ahead of them pulled away and then moved the limo into the spot. She left the engine running and got out. Ron saw the doorman hastening over and slid to the far side of the back seat. It was easier to see out through the tinted windows than it was to see in. Lisa sai
d something to the doorman, then he hurried back to the entrance while Lisa stood by the limo.

  A moment later, he saw The Female come out of the hotel. A porter walked alongside of her carrying a suitcase, but Ron barely noticed him. She looked as stunning as ever, striding along in high heels, wearing a full-length dark fur coat. Her thick mane of hair flowed down around her shoulders, meanwhile her smile looked strained…even nervous.

  Lisa opened the back door for her and The Female stooped to look inside before she got in. Her position blocked the doorman’s view inside the car. Seconds later after the dark-haired woman climbed inside, Lisa shut the door. All the doorman could be sure of later was that the other passenger in the back seat had been a large, well-dressed man. The Female sat at the opposite end of the seat, looking at Ron intently while Lisa helped the porter stow the suitcase in the trunk. The big car barely moved as the trunk lid was slammed shut.

  “What now?” The Female asked nervously.

  “Wait.” Ron held up a finger. Lisa got back into the driver’s seat, then carefully pulled into traffic, as a privacy screen rose up on tracks between the front seat and back seats. The Female kept her eyes fixed on Ron.

  “Lose the shoes,” he told her.

  She complied. She had to reach down to unfasten the straps, and when she kicked the last shoe off, she looked up at him again.

  “Come here,” he said. She slid across the seat and into his arms. He held her tightly and kissed her hard. Once again, it was intoxicating to have her so near, and he had to make an effort to break the kiss.

  “Have you done as I said?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she gasped. The kiss seemed to have affected her as strongly as it had him.

  “Take off your coat,” he ordered.

  She fumbled with the buttons, either from eagerness or nervousness, then opened the coat and slid it off of her shoulders. As she’d been ordered, The Female was naked underneath. Once again he was awed at the abundance and perfection of her body. His eager hand reached out and cupped a breast. Just beyond the window glass was a city full of people, but none of the passersby could have any idea what was going on in the back seat of the big black car.