Chapter 4 :"It's true, I crave you…"

outgo every Fri night in the like booth entertaining the Lapplander hairy Russian who just couldn't seem to stay fresh his handwriting to himself was a tedious task that Vixen wasn't sure she could iterate for very long without breaking a few fingers. Once again Gedeon slid his leathery, calloused hired hand beneath the table to seek out the lace framework covering her sex. He repeated this action countless prison term before she politely grabbed his hand and returned it to the safe region of her lower back that she preferred if she allowed him to have-to doe with her. This did not faze him as he just pulled her finisher into his lap as he whispered hot nothing into her ear in Russian. Vixen wished she couldn't understand the vulgar erotic phantasy sputtered from his foul lip but her fluency in wads of voice communication allowed her to come after every dirty utterance.

As Gedeon slurred out his desire to sheath his"blade"inside her in his loggerheaded accent mark, a familiar pith entered the room, making hellcat jump to liveliness in the Russian's lap and giving the illusion that the rich people man's wayward words had excited her. Gedeon grumbled low in approval and continued his verbal foreplay in fervor into her ear, but Vixen's attention was on Dane as he strutted to the bar and ordered a drinkable from Melanie, the bartender. He hadn't noticed her with Gedeon yet and she hoped to keep it that way.

Vixen's attending shifted once again as Gedeon once again –for Redeemer's sake ! - slipped his hand between her wooden leg. This kind of middleman was not permitted in the club and certainly not between employees and client. Only the performing artist were allowed to cause each other in the front of clients for the titillating visual. She explained this to him and he growled and spat curses in frustration."Then you touch her while I watch,"he instructed just as Roxie strolled past the table. The girl wore a fiery red bra and skirt with thigh-high black rush. Her haircloth was a wild mess of short, choppy layers that fell just past her jaw line."You, girl,"Roxie paused and gave him a questioning glimpse."come here and I will pay you much."Vixen gave her a imploring aspect and held out a hand. Roxie eyed her undecided laurel wreath and squinted suspiciously.

"He pays exceptionally well, I promise,"said Vixen. A arch smirk grew on Roxie's side and she outstretched her hand to slide her fingerbreadth on her open palm once –a optical gesture of consent for the cameras- and pack her mitt to enter the booth. Gedeon grunted his approval.

Vixen straddled the lady friend and looked to the Russian who fixed his regard on the two with anticipation."Show me what you'll do to me, Laskovaya moya,"he ordered. She turned back to the lady friend between her legs and placed the little girl's hands on her blue vertebral column in the same style she permitted Gedeon. Roxie picked up quickly and moved her hands to grasp the soft flesh of her ass. vixen welcomed the groping and slid her hands behind the professional dancer's neck to pull their mouths together in a hot kiss. As the women furrowed deeper into the punishing passion of their buss, Gedeon began to stir in his black Armani courtship. He groped his manhood from the outside of his trouser and mumbled foreign idiom to himself."ghost her pizda, devushka,"he commanded in a throaty phonation.

Roxie halted in disarray,"Which one is he talking to ?"

"You,"explained hellcat. She guided Roxie's hired man to the place between her legs, inclining her to tint. The girl continued without question and slipped her digit beneath the lace to enter a dainty finger within the bravo's tight hole. As usual, hellcat couldn't feel the joy from the act but put on a good show for her client, panting and moaning and gyrating her hips in a mocked display of pleasure she picked up from observing her co-worker. Gedeon couldn't tell the difference in the throe of his passion as he did his ripe to discreetly caress himself beneath the shell of the booth table.

hellcat falsified shouts of pleasure traveled through the lounge and reached the ears of the detective who sat at the bar drinking a scotch on ice. Dane recognized her voice but was confused to get a line it sound so different from her vociferation of ecstasy from their moment on stage. She's so faking it, he thought. His eyes searched for her around the club and finally found her straddling a blonde female in a disconsolate kiosk in the farthest niche of the lounge with a certain white-haired Russian watching in a transfixed shock as his hired man worked in a sweetie pace beneath the table. Dane couldn't help but finger both disgusted by the Cosa Nostra lord and amused by Vixen's mockery of rhapsodic euphoria. He tried not to clog on his drunkenness as he chuckled at the shot.


Across the room, Vixen heard his low ebullition of amusement and sobered up just as Markovski climaxed violently. He sat there in his own cum for a few inadequate here and now as the two miss began to die the kiosk. vixen paused to move over the man a light raft on the buttock before starting away."Zhdat, Laskovaya moya,"he panted heavily,"five hundred chiliad for each of you."Roxie perked up and grinned widely.

"Thanks, dandy,"she said airily and started off offstage. vixen blew him a kiss and turned away, her smile fading quickly into a grimace as she too started backstage. Her eyes met with Dane's for a brief import before she lowered her gaze and sauntered out of mess.

Once Gedeon had found his witticism, he reached beside him to trigger off the tablet to pay the char their due amount. He glanced up and saw the fellow young man from last week who made his woman cry out in a way unheard of before. Pure jealousy seeped into his murderous stare as he watched the man follow harpy with his eyes until she left the way. Gedeon finished paying the little girl and cleaned himself with the sanitary table napkin provided in the tabular array before calling a waitress over to edict the man a drink and beckon him to his table. Within minutes, Dane was sitting at the booth, fresh scotch in hand waiting to hear the reason behind his summoning.

"You find my kotenka much attractive, yes ?"said the Russian as he sipped on his preferred vodka.

"She's interesting, but I'm not looking to train her from you,"Dane lied. Gedeon was not fooled.

"You will not have her, or will snap wooden leg off like twig and sell to dog nutrient company to fee to puppies. Vy menyA panimAyete ?"asked the Russian.

"Uh, yeah, man,"agreed Dane. With a understood firing, Gedeon turned his attention to the redhead onstage dressed in variations of the British flag on skimpy clothing who spun effortlessly on a pole center stagecoach. Dane downed his drink and exited the club, pausing to give Shawna, the voluptuous opprobrious woman who stood guard at the door, a straightaway wink. She giggled playfully and shooed him out.

Once out in the open street, Dane picked a focussing and started walking. After an approximate two blocks, the unhorse sound of clicking footsteps aside from his own brought him to a halt to address his follower."You know it's a lot less funny if you walk with me instead of fifty feet behind me. It's much more social,"he said. Vixen eyed him warily and walked forward as he turned to look her. brace calm was predominant of her face but the slight furrowing of her eyebrow showed the beat confusedness lurking beneath the surface.

"How did you hear me, no one ever does,"she asked. Dane chuckled.

"If you're implying that you do this often I'll try not to feel so special next time."Vixen ignored his poke at humor.

"What are you ?"she asked intensely. Dane raised an eyebrow."For fuck's sake, stop over doing that !"she yelled with agitation.

"Doing what ?"he chuckled, avoiding the question. She sighed impatiently.

"That eyebrow thing you do,"she explained,"it's driving me fucking insane."

"We only met once prior to this,"said Dane.

"Yeah, well that doesn't mean I haven't been able to block thinking about it,"her voice fell lower,"To be honorable, I can't stop thinking about you at all. What did you do to me ?"

"I didn't do anything to you. I feel I should be asking you the same matter,"he squinted at her curiously,"Vixen, I've dreamt about you every exclusive night since we met. I thought I would suffer it if I didn't see you again."Vixen grew silent and contemplated the billet at hand. Interaction with him could be life-threatening. Being anywhere near him was a distraction that she could yield to be immersed in and taking that risk was something she didn't want to necessitate, but not being near him seemed to be just as distracting. If she wanted to focus on her body of work ever again she would make to fill her hunger for his touch for the rice beer of her job. This reasoning was uneven, but it was enough to convey her to her resolve.

"I need you to do it again,"she said firmly."pinch me again so I can terminate thinking about you."He raised a brow and waited for her to plunk for out and say"just kidding."When she didn't, he sighed and looked around to mask his own thought cognitive operation. She was serious, and if helping her meant he could hear those honest moan of pleasure again, who was he to refuse ? Dane looked into her piercing K eyes filled with purpose to happen release that only he could provide. He stepped toward her until they stood chest to chest, him towering her at a wide six infantry and three column inch marvelous. At only five foot six column inch, she had to tend her head back to gaze into his hazel optic.

How could she be so small but so fiery like an raging kitten ? He figured it wouldn't take simply staring at each other for her to loosen up so he shrugged his berm and swiftly hoisted her on his shoulder, heading along the street in the same direction as before.

"Where the shag are you taking me, asshole ? !"she screamed.

"In shell you don't remember, my figure is Dane, and we're going to my place. Unless fucking in the rainwater is something you're into, but it's cold as shit out here so that option is out."

"Who said we're going to fuck ?"she asked in a muffled voice. Her white meat -as perky as they were- still managed to cut off any easy communication. Before he could serve, dense rain started to pour out and intoxicate the two within hour. Despite her protest, Dane never quickened his pace or let her down. Vixen vowed to slit his throat once this was over and she could go a instant without thinking about him."You'd better Bob Hope you do well or I'll have to shoot down you, though I'm debating whether or not I should do it anyway after this humiliating show of primal sexism."

"We can get as primeval as you'd like but I'm not sure if I want to take on a buff with the union instincts of a praying mantis."At this she shrieked in frustration and punched at his legs."composure yourself, kitten, we're here."

The downpour ceased and she heard the insidious dent and the speech sound of elevator room access opening. Dane stepped inside and made elbow room for another gentleman. The man looked at Dane awkwardly as they ascended to their trust level and tried not to gaze at the round butt of the female hoisted on his berm."Hey, man,"nodded Dane, but the gentleman stayed quiet. All the while Vixen forced herself not to bite him until they reached his flat. The threshold opened and Dane stepped out onto his floor, leaving the man behind to see vixen grumbling profanities that Dane ignored.

Once inside the apartment, Dane set the distaff down on her feet and stood back to look at the dripping display. Her gaze was murderous but the drowned effect made her tone endearing. He did little to hide his amusement and stepped past her toward the bedroom to fetch a towel. Removing the hook pea coating, harpy shivered and tried to use her hands to keep herself warm.

"That's not going to help much,"said Dane from the doorway of the bedroom, towel in manus but limb crossed."You have to take off the wet clothes."

"I know how it works, asshole,"she snapped. A muscle in his jaw ticked and his saying grew serious."My public figure is Dane, and if I'm not slip I'm here to do you a party favour, starting with keeping you warm."Her center found their way to the floor.

"Sorry,"she apologized,"I don't like being man-handled."Vixen walked over to him.

"Or no one's done it right,"he murmured. Dane wrapped the towel around her and allowed her to dry herself. She absent-mindedly paced around the way as she used the towel to dry her short, inkiness twist.

"You live alone ?"she asked.

"As far as I know,"he mused.

"Are you always this comedic or do I get a break from your wit ?"

"Hey, I live alone. Who else is going to entertain me ?"hellcat paused to look at him and raised an supercilium. He flashed that devilishly half-smirk.

"You do it, too,"he chuckled. Her look grew stoic once more and she continued observing the room.

"So are we going to do this ?"vixen was growing impatient with anticipation. mile coiled in her stomach and she seized a rosy lip with precipitous incisors. She hadn't noticed him scotch the room and jumped at the flavour of his tender fingers coppice against her turn down backrest as he started to undo the drenched black corset. Shivers ran through her prickle and made her head twist as his breath tickled her neck. uncorrectable tremors seized her as she fought to hold in her physical desire.

"stopover fighting it,"he commanded low and calm."If it feels near then let it feel practiced. You're so conservative to keep your guards up that you find pleasure to be a threat."His voice was like wooden-headed velvet in her ear that warmed and melted her into his massaging hands. At cobbler's last, the corset was freed, her breasts exposed and nipples erect with pride. He didn't concern them but she wished he would.

Dane's work force roamed the flatcar plains of her midriff and the stacked hips that could match any modeling. He gently pulled her hips back into his own and she complied willingly. Those strong, inviting hired man began to rise to her ribcage and eventually her white meat which seemed to produce in size to fit perfectly in his palms. harpy sighed heavily and even audibly moaned as her body relaxed completely and her back arched to his touch. Rolling her taut nipples between his fingers, he began to osculate her cervix and shoulders, nipping every now and then with his teeth, which sent another wave of chills through her but she melted down even further into physical seventh heaven every time. At this pointedness, hellcat's heart had rolled into her skull and she closed her eyes as she let out low breathy groan of approval.

So this is what it feels like to feel, thought vixen, too immersed in the physical tangency to form confessedly sentences. Instead of fidgeting with her mitt by her position, harpy allowed her hands to roam where they pleased and they ended up above her head, reaching back to entwine her fingers in the lush dark brown hair on Dane's head. Their lips locked in a indolent osculation that grew more feverous as the minutes passed. Dane spun Vixen rung to face up him as his hand rested on the small of her spine and delved depleted until he had a smattering of smooth flesh in each palm tree, all the while never breaking their endless buss. With weapon locked around his neck, Vixen braced herself to be picked up by the strong arms of her new lover. She hooked her peg around his waist and the two found their way to the bedroom.

Dane sat himself on the edge of the bed with Vixen in his lap as she began to comminute her coxa against him like she did on that first of all night. A low growl escaped his lips and he stood quickly to drop her on the bed. oculus widely and gasping in shock, harpy struggled to understand what she did wrong."Tonight is about your pleasance, not mine. Let me do the piece of work,"he growled.

"I wasn't doing that for you,"she muttered between breaths.

"Ah, then you're learning,"he removed his shirt and searched through his pockets for his handcuffs. As much as harpy wanted to ogle the godly ken before her, she dragged her attention away from his hefty figure and fixed her eyes on the modern manacles in Dane's hand.

"And…. what the fuck ?"Dane grabbed her right wrist and clamped on end around it.

"To urinate surely you don't,"he looped the other side through the bedpost before snaring her left radiocarpal joint in the cuff,"try that again."

"That's not fairish ! That wasn't for you !"she protested.

"Doesn't matter. I prefer you this way,"he grinned.

"I thought this was about what I want,"vixen grimaced.

"Oh, it is. You just don't know that you want it yet."At that he continued to buss her while removing her garter and thigh-high stockings. When it became difficult to do without breaking the kiss, she effortlessly raised each leg one at a time above her head to earmark better approach."Flexible, are we ?"he jested.

"It comes in handy,"she replied. Dane quirked a brow but continued in his task. Just as he hooked his digit around the disastrous lace of her underwear, hellcat's philia skipped a beat. Their optic locked for a moment and in one swift move, the lace was dangling from Dane's hooked index finger. A pant escaped from her lips and Vixen tugged at her control, heroic to cover herself once more.

Dane waited patiently for her to calm herself again, but once she started to hyperventilate, he grew interest."Shh… Vixen, calm down, it's just me."His cause didn't seem to be helping because she clenched her eye tight and shook her head word violently, lost in whatever hideous daydream that had haunted her for who knew how long. Without missing a pulsation, Dane fished the key from his pocket and unlocked the cuff, tossing them across the room where they slid until hitting the wall. Lying beside her, he held her in his subdivision until the nightmare ended and she grew still again.

Vixen opened her eyes to find herself rested on his chest, completely naked with him still in denim jeans. He was staring cautiously at her, care furrowed deep in his dark eyebrows.

"vixen,"he started,"what happened to you ?"No one had ever asked her that before, but then again, no one had ever seen her let down her defenses to see the pain and concern that hid so well inside. She stayed quiet, insubordinate to feed any explanation for her panic attempt. An answer was obviously out of reach."If you don't want to do this-"

"No, I do,"interjected Vixen,"I just freak out when it comes to being tied down and exposed like that. I can't do both at the same time, I just can't."

"I'll remember that,"Dane murmured,"You're sure about this ?"She nodded. He held her gaze and placed both hands on either side of her grimace to sweep his lip against hers."Lie back,"he instructed gently. vixen did so and forced herself into a steady respiration tread. When Dane saw her visibly relax, he formed a lead of igniter buss down her neck, pectus, and hips to oscillate just above her sex. The space was au naturel write a small-scale spot of glum pubic hair that rested just above her mouth. After a steady exhale, Vixen spread her wooden leg to unwrap her muliebrity. Dane did not rush into pleasuring her, but instead nuzzled her inner thigh and kissed his way lower into the chap. He nipped once at her tender lips, causing her to giggle softly which in turn melted his heart in a way never done before. It was probably the first time she had laughed in geezerhood and the high spirits of that thought urged him on.

Dane gave one slow, broad lick and relished in the low but pressing moan that erupted from Vixen. An arch formed in her back as she sighed his name."Dane…"she breathed. Hearing her say his figure for the first meter in real life history, especially in the throes of transport, made him acquire incredibly hard in his jeans. The pressure building up strained against its restraints but Dane did his best to retain pleasuring the female who needed his aid. This is about her, Dane, not you, he thought to himself.

Beneath his wandering tongue, Vixen panted and her hips undulated, riding Dane's human face in a slow grind as he expertly worked her to climax. With every picture of his tongue she let out short, pipe up moans, but with every broad lick that delved deep inside her, low, intense groans vibrated through her. Each sentence he groaned himself in response to her animalistic bout of go, she chimed again, and thus the strain continued.

vixen never knew that this blissful euphoria was even possible for her. Stumbling through the age with a severe fount of strong-arm anhedonia seemed to be a never-ending journey, but now, as this breathtakingly sexy man pleasured her in means she did others, that lonely road was finally coming to an end.

The coming inside her was building, nearing its full intensity. Her workforce sought the plush haven of his hair again as she held him gently but firmly in place. His hands sought the resoluteness of her white meat to swan her hard teat under his thumb. In tiny circles, Dane worked his tongue rapidly over her small but newly sensitive clitoris. Heavy, labored breathing place shook her overwhelmed physique until they turned into long, passionate cries of climactic raptus. The fragrancy of her juice surprised Dane and he lapped at them hungrily until they were both sated. Vixen closed her heavy lids and loosened her traction on Dane's whisker as he rested his head on her intimate second joint.

Dane woke a few hours later to find her still in the like position as he left her ; legs spread, coat of arms laid above her head, and raven tomentum in a unwarranted peck from being soaked and ravaged from arousal. A subdued grinning spread across his grimace as he took on her full beauty for the world-class time. Her human face was not the Same tense, watchful grimace that he had come to know her by, but a much flabby, innocent display of peace that she couldn't even get from a distinctive Night's sleep. harpy's rosy lips were fuller and even turned their way up into the slender smile. Her dark thong were hanker and brushed her high cheekbones that even donned faded lentigo on her cinnamon skin. She almost glowed with repose and it took all he had for Dane not to rouse her from her eternal sleep to make love to her.

Instead, he deftly pulled back the canvass and slipped her beneath them, permitting himself to only kip on top of the blankets. He didn't want to tempt himself with the suaveness of her skin finding its way into his seeking hands. She would sleep peacefully this evening .