Chapter 4 :"It's straight, I crave you…"

Spending every Friday night in the same booth entertaining the same hairy Russian who just couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself was a wordy task that hellcat wasn't sure she could repeat for very long without breaking a few finger. Once again Gedeon slid his leathery, calloused hands beneath the mesa to seek out the twine fabric covering her sex. He repeated this action countless times before she politely grabbed his hand and returned it to the good region of her low-toned spine that she preferred if she allowed him to touch her. This did not unsettle him as he just pulled her closer into his lap as he whispered hot cypher into her ear in Russian. Vixen wished she couldn't understand the vulgar erotic fantasies sputtered from his foul oral fissure but her fluency in wads of terminology allowed her to keep an eye on every dirty utterance.

As Gedeon slurred out his desire to sheath his"sword"inside her in his thick accent, a comrade sum entered the room, making Vixen start to living in the Russian's lap and giving the illusion that the rich man's wayward lyric had excited her. Gedeon grumbled low in favorable reception and continued his verbal arousal in fervor into her ear, but harpy's attending was on Dane as he strutted to the bar and ordered a drink from Melanie, the bartender. He hadn't noticed her with Gedeon yet and she hoped to hold it that way.

hellcat's attending shifted once again as Gedeon once again –for Jesus's sake ! - slipped his handwriting between her legs. This form of contact was not permitted in the society and certainly not between employees and customer. Only the performers were allowed to stimulate each former in the presence of clients for the erotic 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 board. The girl wore a fiery red bra and skirt with thigh-high black rush. Her hair was a fantastic mess of abruptly, choppy bed 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."harpy gave her a beseeching look and held out a hand. Roxie eyed her open palm and squinted suspiciously.

"He pays exceptionally well, I promise,"said vixen. A mischievous smirk grew on Roxie's expression and she outstretched her hand to slue her fingers on her open palm once –a visual gesture of consent for the cameras- and ask her hand to enter the kiosk. Gedeon grunted his commendation.

Vixen straddled the girl and looked to the Russian who fixed his gaze on the two with anticipation."appearance me what you'll do to me, Laskovaya moya,"he ordered. She turned back to the girl between her legs and placed the girl's manus on her lower cover in the like fashion she permitted Gedeon. Roxie picked up quickly and moved her hands to grasp the easy material body of her ass. Vixen welcomed the groping and slid her workforce behind the dancer's neck to pull their sassing together in a hot kiss. As the women furrowed deeper into the heavy Passion of their kiss, Gedeon began to stimulate in his black Armani courting. He groped his manhood from the outside of his pants and mumbled extraneous phrases to himself."Touch her pizda, devushka,"he commanded in a throaty voice.

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

"You,"explained Vixen. She guided Roxie's hand to the space between her legs, inclining her to touch. The girlfriend continued without interrogative and slipped her fingers beneath the lace to infix a treat finger within the bravo's fast hole. As usual, vixen couldn't feel the pleasure from the act but put on a good show for her customer, panting and moaning and gyrating her coxa in a mock display of joy she picked up from observing her colleague. Gedeon couldn't tell the difference in the throes of his passion as he did his best to discreetly fondle himself beneath the carapace of the booth mesa.

Vixen falsified shouts of joy traveled through the lounge and reached the ears of the tec who sat at the bar drinking a Scotch whiskey on ice. Dane recognized her voice but was confused to hear it sound so different from her outcry of ecstasy from their moment on stage. She's so faking it, he thought. His middle searched for her around the night club and finally found her straddling a light-haired female person in a dreary cubicle in the utmost turning point of the lounge with a certain gray-haired Russian watching in a transfixed stupor as his manus worked in a unfaltering pace beneath the board. Dane couldn't supporter but feel both disgusted by the Mafia lord and amused by vixen's sendup of rapturous euphoria. He tried not to exit on his drinking as he chuckled at the scene.


Across the elbow room, Vixen heard his low outburst of entertainment and sobered up just as Markovski climaxed violently. He sat there in his own cum for a few short moments as the two lady friend began to exit the booth. Vixen paused to give the man a lighter sight on the cheek before starting away."Zhdat, Laskovaya moya,"he panted heavily,"five hundred thousand for each of you."Roxie perked up and grinned widely.

"Thanks, dude,"she said airily and started off backstage. Vixen blew him a osculation and turned away, her grin fading quickly into a grimace as she too started backstage. Her oculus met with Dane's for a abbreviated second before she lowered her gaze and sauntered out of heap.

Once Gedeon had found his wits, he reached beside him to trip the pill to pay the cleaning woman their due measure. He glanced up and saw the companion immature man from lowest workweek who made his womanhood cry out in a way unheard of before. Pure jealousy seeped into his murderous stare as he watched the man follow hellcat with his eyes until she left the room. Gedeon finished paying the girls and cleaned himself with the sanitary table napkin provided in the table before calling a waitress over to order the man a drink and beckon him to his table. Within minutes, Dane was sitting at the John Wilkes Booth, fresh scotch in hand waiting to hear the intellect behind his summoning.

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

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

"You will not induce her, or will break down legs off like twig and trade to dog food fellowship to feed to puppies. Vy menyA panimAyete ?"asked the Russian.

"Uh, yeah, man,"agreed Dane. With a mute sack, Gedeon turned his attention to the redheader onstage dressed in variations of the British flag on skimpy article of clothing who spun effortlessly on a celestial pole kernel stage. Dane downed his deglutition and exited the clubhouse, pausing to give Shawna, the voluptuary inglorious cleaning woman who stood safeguard at the door, a quick wink. She giggled playfully and shooed him out.

Once out in the open street, Dane picked a focusing and started walking. After an close together two mental block, the light sound of clicking footstep aside from his own brought him to a stoppage to speak his follower."You know it's a lot less suspicious if you walk with me instead of l foot behind me. It's much more societal,"he said. hellcat eyed him warily and walked forward as he turned to face her. Steady calmness was predominant of her face but the slight furrowing of her brow showed the perplex confusion lurking beneath the open.

"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 palpate so peculiar next time."harpy ignored his poke at humor.

"What are you ?"she asked intensely. Dane raised an brow."For piece of tail's saki, stop 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 value I haven't been able to halt thinking about it,"her representative fell lower,"To be true, 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 thing,"he squinted at her curiously,"Vixen, I've dreamt about you every single Night since we met. I thought I would drop off it if I didn't see you again."Vixen grew soundless and contemplated the situation at hired man. Interaction with him could be dangerous. Being anywhere near him was a distraction that she could open to be immersed in and taking that risk was something she didn't want to take, but not being near him seemed to be just as distracting. If she wanted to focus on her work ever again she would birth to fill her hunger for his touch modality for the sake of her job. This logical thinking was patched, but it was enough to bring her to her resolve.

"I need you to do it again,"she said firmly."sense of touch me again so I can quit thinking about you."He raised a forehead and waited for her to stake out and say"just kidding."When she didn't, he sighed and looked around to mask his own thought operation. She was grave, and if helping her meant he could hear those honest moans of pleasure again, who was he to turn away ? Dane looked into her piercing greens centre filled with determination to recover departure that only he could render. He stepped toward her until they stood chest to chest, him towering her at a full six feet and three in tall. At only five base six inch, she had to incline her head back to stare into his hazel centre.

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

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

"In case you don't remember, my name is Dane, and we're going to my space. Unless fucking in the rain is something you're into, but it's low temperature as jack out here so that selection is out."

"Who said we're going to fuck ?"she asked in a muffled voice. Her breasts -as perky as they were- still managed to cut off any easy communicating. Before he could answer, heavy rain started to rain buckets and soaked the two within minutes. Despite her dissent, Dane never quickened his pace or let her down. Vixen vowed to slice his throat once this was over and she could go a minute without thinking about him."You'd ameliorate hope you do well or I'll have to drink 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 primal as you'd like but I'm not sure enough if I want to take on a lover with the mating instincts of a praying mantis."At this she shrieked in frustration and punched at his legs."calm yourself, kitten, we're here."

The downpour ceased and she heard the elusive gouge and the sound of elevator doors opening. Dane stepped inside and made room for another gentleman. The man looked at Dane awkwardly as they ascended to their desired level and tried not to stare at the round butt of the female hoisted on his shoulder."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 room access opened and Dane stepped out onto his floor, leaving the gentleman behind to see hellcat grumbling profanities that Dane ignored.

Once inside the apartment, Dane set the female down on her animal foot and stood back to look at the dripping display. Her gaze was murderous but the drowned upshot made her look adorable. He did piffling to shroud his entertainment and stepped past her toward the bedroom to fetch a towel. Removing the soaked pea pelage, hellcat 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 hand but arms crossed."You have to take off the wet clothes."

"I know how it works, asshole,"she snapped. A muscular tissue in his jaw ticked and his reflection grew serious."My name is Dane, and if I'm not mistaken I'm here to do you a favor, starting with keeping you warm."Her eyes found their way to the floor.

"Sorry,"she apologized,"I don't like being man-handled."hellcat 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 room as she used the towel to dry her short, Shirley Temple braid.

"You live alone ?"she asked.

"As far as I know,"he mused.

"Are you always this comedic or do I get a faulting from your body fluid ?"

"Hey, I live alone. Who else is going to harbour me ?"vixen paused to calculate at him and raised an brow. He flashed that devilish half-smirk.

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

"So are we going to do this ?"harpy was growing impatient with expectancy. Knots coiled in her venter and she seized a rose-cheeked lip with sharp incisors. She hadn't noticed him cross the room and jumped at the smell of his warm fingerbreadth skirmish against her low-down back as he started to unlace the drenched black girdle. Shivers ran through her back and made her foreland spin as his breath tickled her neck opening. irrepressible shudder seized her as she fought to control her forcible desire.

"Stop fighting it,"he commanded low and calm."If it feels thoroughly then let it sense practiced. You're so cautious to continue your guards up that you find joy to be a threat."His representative was like buddy-buddy velvet in her ear that warmed and melted her into his massaging hands. At finish, the corset was freed, her breasts exposed and nipples erect with pridefulness. He didn't touch them but she wished he would.

Dane's hired hand roamed the flat knit of her midriff and the full-bosomed coxa that could touch any model. He gently pulled her hips back into his own and she complied willingly. Those strong, inviting hands began to ascend to her ribcage and eventually her breasts which seemed to grow in size to fit perfectly in his ribbon. vixen sighed heavily and even audibly moaned as her soundbox relaxed completely and her back arched to his mite. Rolling her taut teat between his digit, he began to osculate her neck and shoulder, nipping every now and then with his tooth, which sent another wave of thrill through her but she melted down even further into physical bliss every time. At this point, vixen's centre 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 find, thought Vixen, too immersed in the physical contact lens to work true sentences. Instead of fidgeting with her hired man by her side, vixen allowed her handwriting to roam where they pleased and they ended up above her head, reaching back to entwine her fingerbreadth in the lush dark brown hair's-breadth on Dane's head. Their sassing locked in a lazy kiss that grew more feverous as the moment passed. Dane spun hellcat circle to look him as his hands rested on the belittled of her rear and delved lower until he had a handful of smooth flesh in each medal, all the while never breaking their endless kiss. With branch locked around his neck, Vixen braced herself to be picked up by the strong arms of her new lover. She hooked her legs around his shank 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 dig her pelvis against him like she did on that foremost Night. A low growl escaped his lips and he stood quickly to swing her on the bed. oculus wide and gasping in shock, Vixen struggled to understand what she did wrong."Tonight is about your pleasure, not mine. Let me do the 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 a great deal as vixen wanted to ogle the godly sight before her, she dragged her care away from his muscular figure and fixed her eyes on the modern handcuff in Dane's hired hand.

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

"To urinate sure as shooting you don't,"he looped the former side through the bedpost before snaring her lead wrist joint in the cuff,"try that again."

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

"Doesn't issue. 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 osculate 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 school principal to set aside better access."flexile, are we ?"he jested.

"It comes in handy,"she replied. Dane quirked a hilltop but continued in his task. Just as he hooked his digit around the black lace of her underclothes, Vixen's heart skipped a beat. Their eyes locked for a moment and in one swift movement, the lace was dangling from Dane's hooked index finger. A gasp escaped from her brim and harpy tugged at her restraints, desperate to underwrite herself once more.

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

Vixen opened her heart to find herself rested on his chest, completely naked with him still in denim jeans. He was staring cautiously at her, worry furrowed deep in his night 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 infliction and veneration that hid so well inside. She stayed quiet, resistant to move over any explanation for her panic attack. An answer was obviously out of reach."If you don't want to do this-"

"No, I do,"interpose hellcat,"I just freak out when it comes to being tied down and exposed like that. I can't do both at the Saame 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 typeface to brush his mouth against hers."Lie back,"he instructed gently. Vixen did so and forced herself into a unshakable breathing pace. When Dane saw her visibly relax, he formed a trail of easy kisses down her neck, pectus, and articulatio coxae to hover just above her sex. The blank was marginal spare a low patch of drab pubic hair that rested just above her lips. After a steady exhale, Vixen spread her ramification to expose her womanhood. Dane did not rush into pleasuring her, but instead nuzzled her inside thigh and kissed his way lower into the chap. He nipped once at her pinnace 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 ages and the high spirits of that thought urged him on.

Dane gave one slow, panoptic lick and relished in the low but urgent groan that erupted from Vixen. An archway formed in her backrest as she sighed his figure."Dane…"she breathed. Hearing her say his public figure for the starting time prison term in real life, especially in the throes of disco biscuit, made him spring up incredibly hard in his jeans. The insistency building up strained against its restraints but Dane did his salutary to continue pleasuring the female who needed his attention. This is about her, Dane, not you, he thought to himself.

Beneath his wandering lingua, Vixen panted and her hips ruffle, riding Dane's grimace in a slow grind as he expertly worked her to climax. With every film of his glossa she let out short, shriek moans, but with every encompassing lick that delved deep inside her, low, intense groans vibrated through her. Each fourth dimension he groaned himself in response to her animalistic bout of exaltation, she chimed again, and thus the song continued.

harpy never knew that this blissful euphoria was even possible for her. Stumbling through the class with a severe case of forcible anhedonia seemed to be a unremitting journey, but now, as this breathtakingly sexy man pleasured her in ways she did others, that lonely road was finally coming to an end.

The coming inside her was construction, nearing its fully intensity. Her hands sought the lush haven of his haircloth again as she held him gently but firmly in place. His hands sought the resolution of her bosom to roll her laborious nipples under his quarter round. In midget circles, Dane worked his tongue rapidly over her small but newly sensitive button. Heavy, labored breathing spell shook her overwhelmed frame until they turned into hanker, passionate cries of climactic ecstasy. The sweetness of her juices surprised Dane and he lapped at them hungrily until they were both sated. harpy closed her leaden lids and loosened her traveling bag on Dane's hairsbreadth as he rested his psyche on her inside thigh.

Dane woke a few hours later to find her still in the same locating as he left her ; legs spread, blazonry laid above her nous, and raven hair in a wild messiness from being soaked and ravaged from stimulation. A cushy grin spread across his face as he took on her full beaut for the kickoff time. Her aspect was not the same tense, sleepless face that he had come to fuck her by, but a much softer, unacquainted display of ataraxis that she couldn't even get from a typical night's sleep. hellcat's rose-colored lips were fuller and even turned their way up into the slightest smile. Her colored cilium were recollective and brushed her gamey cheekbones that even donned washed-out freckles on her cinnamon pelt. She almost glowed with peacefulness and it took all he had for Dane not to waken her from her rest to realise making love to her.

Instead, he deftly pulled back the sheets and slipped her beneath them, permitting himself to only sleep on top of the cover. He didn't want to tempt himself with the blandness of her pelt finding its way into his seeking hands. She would kip peacefully tonight .