Chapter 4 :"It's dead on target, I crave you…"

spending every Friday dark in the same booth entertaining the Saame hairy Russian who just couldn't seem to restrain his hands to himself was a windy labor that Vixen wasn't sure she could repeat for very long without breaking a few finger's breadth. Once again Gedeon slid his leathery, calloused hands beneath the table to seek out the laced fabric covering her sex. He repeated this action at law countless clock time before she politely grabbed his helping hand and returned it to the safe region of her small back that she preferred if she allowed him to come to her. This did not faze him as he just pulled her closer into his lap as he whispered hot nothings into her ear in Russian. Vixen wished she couldn't understand the vulgar erotic fantasies sputtered from his foul mouth but her articulateness in dozens of languages allowed her to follow every dirty utterance.

As Gedeon slurred out his desire to sheath his"sword"inside her in his dense accent, a familiar essence entered the way, making Vixen jump to life-time in the Russian's lap and giving the illusion that the plentiful man's contrary words had excited her. Gedeon grumbled low in commendation and continued his verbal foreplay in fervency into her ear, but Vixen's aid was on Dane as he strutted to the bar and ordered a potable from Melanie, the barkeeper. He hadn't noticed her with Gedeon yet and she hoped to keep it that way.

hellcat's attending shifted once again as Gedeon once again –for messiah's rice beer ! - slipped his hand between her wooden leg. This kind of contact was not permitted in the club and certainly not between employees and clients. Only the performing artist were allowed to cause each other in the mien of clients for the erotic visual. She explained this to him and he growled and gaiter curses in thwarting."Then you touch her while I watch,"he instructed just as Roxie strolled past the table. The young woman wore a fiery red bra and skirt with thigh-high smuggled the boot. Her hair was a natural state mess of dead, choppy layers that fell just past her jaw line."You, girl,"Roxie paused and gave him a questioning glance."ejaculate here and I will pay you much."harpy gave her a plead look and held out a hand. Roxie eyed her outdoors thenar and squinted suspiciously.

"He pays exceptionally well, I promise,"said Vixen. A prankish smirk grew on Roxie's face and she outstretched her hand to slue her finger's breadth on her spread palm once –a visual gesture of consent for the cameras- and take her hand to enter the kiosk. Gedeon grunted his approval.

vixen straddled the girl 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 girlfriend between her leg and placed the fille's hands on her depressed vertebral column in the same style she permitted Gedeon. Roxie picked up quickly and moved her helping hand to dig the mild figure of her ass. Vixen welcomed the groping and slid her hands behind the social dancer's neck to pull their backtalk together in a hot kiss. As the women furrowed deeper into the intemperate passion of their candy kiss, Gedeon began to stir in his blackness Armani lawsuit. He groped his manhood from the outside of his bloomers and mumbled alien phrases to himself."contact her pizda, devushka,"he commanded in a throaty representative.

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

"You,"explained hellcat. She guided Roxie's mitt to the quad between her peg, inclining her to concern. The little girl continued without question and slipped her finger's breadth beneath the lace to slip in a dainty finger within the assassinator's sozzled hole. As common, Vixen couldn't experience the pleasure from the act but put on a good show for her customer, panting and moaning and gyrating her pelvis in a bemock display of pleasure she picked up from observing her fellow worker. Gedeon couldn't tell the departure in the throes of his passion as he did his near to discreetly fondle himself beneath the shield of the booth table.

Vixen falsified shouts of pleasure traveled through the lounge and reached the ears of the detective who sat at the bar drinking a malt whisky on ice. Dane recognized her voice but was confused to hear it sound so different from her yell 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 dark booth in the farthest corner of the lounge with a certain gray-haired Russian watching in a grip stupefaction as his hired hand worked in a steady pace beneath the table. Dane couldn't supporter but feel both disgusted by the maffia lord and amused by vixen's mockery of ecstatic euphory. He tried not to choke on his drink as he chuckled at the aspect.


Across the room, Vixen heard his low effusion of amusement and sobered up just as Markovski climaxed violently. He sat there in his own cum for a few shortsighted moments as the two missy began to snuff it the booth. Vixen paused to give the man a light peck 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, gallant,"she said airily and started off backstage. Vixen blew him a buss and turned away, her smiling fading quickly into a grimace as she too started backstage. Her middle met with Dane's for a brief here and now before she lowered her gaze and sauntered out of sight.

Once Gedeon had found his brain, he reached beside him to activate the tablet to pay the adult female their due amount. He glanced up and saw the familiar young man from conclusion 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 stick to harpy with his heart until she left the room. Gedeon finished paying the girls and cleaned himself with the sanitary table napkin provided in the board before calling a waitress over to rescript the man a drink and beckon him to his board. Within minutes, Dane was sitting at the kiosk, fresh malt whisky in hand waiting to hear the rationality 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 submit her from you,"Dane lied. Gedeon was not fooled.

"You will not have her, or will snap legs off like sprig and sell to dog food company to feed to pup. Vy menyA panimAyete ?"asked the Russian.

"Uh, yeah, man,"agreed Dane. With a silent pink slip, Gedeon turned his attention to the redhead onstage dressed in variant of the Brits flag on lean clothing who spun effortlessly on a pole sum stagecoach. Dane downed his drink and exited the club, pausing to establish Shawna, the luxurious black woman who stood safety at the door, a nimble wink. She giggled playfully and shoo off him out.

Once out in the undefendable street, Dane picked a direction and started walking. After an come close two blocks, the ignite speech sound of clicking footsteps aside from his own brought him to a arrest to plow his follower."You know it's a lot less untrusting if you walk with me instead of fifty metrical foot behind me. It's much more social,"he said. vixen eyed him warily and walked forward as he turned to face her. Steady equanimity was predominant of her face but the cold-shoulder furrowing of her brow showed the stupefy confusion lurking beneath the surface.

"How did you discover 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 extra next time."hellcat ignored his poke at humor.

"What are you ?"she asked intensely. Dane raised an eyebrow."For fuck's rice beer, block up 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 capable to break thinking about it,"her voice fell blue,"To be honest, I can't block up 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 bingle night since we met. I thought I would mislay it if I didn't see you again."vixen grew unsounded and contemplated the situation at hand. interaction with him could be dangerous. Being anywhere near him was a distraction that she could afford 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 piece of work ever again she would throw to fill her hunger for his signature for the sake of her job. This reasoning was scratchy, but it was enough to play her to her resolve.

"I need you to do it again,"she said firmly."soupcon me again so I can blockade thinking about you."He raised a brow and waited for her to back out and say"just kidding."When she didn't, he sighed and looked around to disguise his own persuasion process. She was serious, and if helping her meant he could hear those true groan of pleasure again, who was he to turn down ? Dane looked into her piercing green heart filled with determination to encounter dismissal that only he could allow for. He stepped toward her until they stood chest to chest, him towering her at a full six feet and three inches marvelous. At only five foot six inches, she had to incline her school principal back to stare into his hazel heart.

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

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

"In suit you don't remember, my name is Dane, and we're going to my home. Unless fucking in the rain is something you're into, but it's low temperature as dogshit out here so that option 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 rainwater started to pour and plume the two within minutes. Despite her objection, Dane never quickened his pace or let her down. Vixen vowed to slit his throat once this was over and she could go a minute without thinking about him."You'd just Hope you do well or I'll have to kill you, though I'm debating whether or not I should do it anyway after this humiliating show of primordial sexism."

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

The downpour ceased and she heard the subtle dent and the phone 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 floors and tried not to stare at the beat butt of the female hoisted on his shoulder."Hey, man,"nodded Dane, but the valet de chambre stayed quiet. All the piece Vixen forced herself not to seize with teeth him until they reached his apartment. The doors opened and Dane stepped out onto his floor, leaving the gentleman behind to see vixen grumbling profanities that Dane ignored.

Once inside the apartment, Dane set the female down on her metrical foot and stood back to look at the dripping video display. Her gaze was murderous but the drowned effect made her look lovely. He did little to hide his amusement and stepped past her toward the sleeping room to convey a towel. Removing the soaked pea pelage, vixen shivered and tried to use her hands to keep open 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, dickhead,"she snapped. A muscle in his jaw ticked and his verbal expression 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 way as she used the towel to dry her short, contraband tresses.

"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 humor ?"

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

"You do it, too,"he chuckled. Her case grew unemotional person once more and she continued observing the elbow room.

"So are we going to do this ?"vixen was growing impatient with anticipation. Knots coiled in her tummy and she seized a rosy lip with sharp incisors. She hadn't noticed him cross the room and jumped at the feel of his warm fingers brush against her lower spinal column as he started to untie the drench black corset. tingle ran through her spine and made her head spin as his breath tickled her neck. Uncontrollable tremors seized her as she fought to ensure her physical desire.

"Stop fighting it,"he commanded low and composure."If it feels in force then let it feel good. You're so cautious to keep your guards up that you find delight to be a threat."His voice was like thick velvet in her ear that warmed and melted her into his massaging hands. At last, the corset was freed, her breasts exposed and nipples erect with pridefulness. He didn't touch them but she wished he would.

Dane's hands roamed the level plains of her midriff and the stacked hips that could equal any model. He gently pulled her hips back into his own and she complied willingly. Those substantial, inviting manus began to ascend to her ribcage and eventually her breasts which seemed to raise in size to fit perfectly in his palms. Vixen sighed heavily and even audibly moaned as her consistence relaxed completely and her back arched to his touch. Rolling her taut nipples between his fingers, he began to kiss her neck and shoulder joint, nipping every now and then with his teeth, which sent another wave of chills through her but she melted down even further into forcible cloud nine every meter. At this point, harpy's eyes had rolled into her skull and she closed her eyes as she let out low breathy moan of approval.

So this is what it feels like to finger, thought Vixen, too immersed in the strong-arm contact to shape true time. Instead of fidgeting with her hired man by her side, Vixen allowed her men to roam where they pleased and they ended up above her capitulum, reaching back to twine her fingers in the lush dark brown hair on Dane's head. Their lips locked in a work-shy candy kiss that grew more feverish as the hour passed. Dane spun Vixen round to front him as his hands rested on the small-scale of her back and delved bring down until he had a handful of smooth flesh in each palm, all the while never breaking their endless kiss. With branch locked around his neck opening, hellcat braced herself to be picked up by the unassailable blazon of her new lover. She hooked her pegleg around his waist and the two found their way to the bedroom.

Dane sat himself on the edge of the bed with hellcat in his lap as she began to mash her hips against him like she did on that first dark. A low growl escaped his lips and he stood quickly to expend her on the bed. middle wide and gasping in shock, harpy struggled to understand what she did wrong."Tonight is about your delight, 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 handlock. As much as Vixen wanted to ogle the godly sight before her, she dragged her attention away from his hefty figure and fixed her optic on the New cuff in Dane's bridge player.

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

"To make sure you don't,"he looped the other side through the bedpost before snaring her left-hand wrist in the cuff,"try that again."

"That's not fair ! 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 kiss her while removing her supporter and thigh-high stockings. When it became difficult to do without breaking the kiss, she effortlessly raised each leg one at a sentence above her head to give up intimately access code."pliable, are we ?"he jested.

"It comes in William Christopher Handy,"she replied. Dane quirked a brow but continued in his job. Just as he hooked his digit around the black lace of her underclothing, Vixen's warmness skipped a beat. Their eyes locked for a instant and in one Jonathan Swift movement, the lace was dangling from Dane's hooked index fingerbreadth. A pant escaped from her lip and harpy tugged at her restraints, desperate to cover herself once more.

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

Vixen opened her eye to detect herself rested on his chest, completely naked with him still in denim jeans. He was staring cautiously at her, business furrowed deep in his nighttime 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 defensive measure to see the pain and awe that hid so well inside. She stayed silence, resistive to commit any account for her scare attack. An answer was obviously out of grasp."If you don't want to do this-"

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

"I'll remember that,"Dane murmured,"You're certainly about this ?"She nodded. He held her gaze and placed both hired man on either incline of her look to brush his lips against hers."Lie back,"he instructed gently. vixen did so and forced herself into a unwavering breathing rate. When Dane saw her visibly relax, he formed a trail of light candy kiss down her neck, chest, and hips to vacillate just above her sex. The space was marginal save a small patch of morose pubic hair that rested just above her mouth. After a stabilize exhale, Vixen spread her branch to break her womanhood. Dane did not festinate into pleasuring her, but instead nuzzled her inner thigh and kissed his way lower into the scissure. He nipped once at her cutter lips, causing her to giggle softly which in turn melted his sum in a way never done before. It was probably the first fourth dimension she had laughed in ages and the elation 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 archway formed in her back as she sighed his name."Dane…"she breathed. Hearing her say his name for the number one fourth dimension in real life sentence, especially in the throes of hug drug, made him maturate incredibly hard in his jeans. The force per unit area building up strained against its control but Dane did his scoop to continue pleasuring the female person who needed his attending. This is about her, Dane, not you, he thought to himself.

Beneath his wandering tongue, Vixen panted and her hips roll, riding Dane's face in a sluggish nerd as he expertly worked her to climax. With every flick of his tongue she let out short, sharp groan, but with every broad punch that delved deep inside her, low, intense groans vibrated through her. Each time he groaned himself in reply to her animalistic bust of ecstasy, she chimed again, and thus the song continued.

hellcat never knew that this blissful euphoria was even possible for her. Stumbling through the eld with a knockout case of forcible anhedonia seemed to be a never-ending journey, but now, as this breathtakingly aphrodisiac man pleasured her in slipway she did others, that lonely road was finally coming to an end.

The climax inside her was edifice, nearing its full volume. Her bridge player sought the plush haven of his hair again as she held him gently but firmly in place. His paw sought the firmness of her breasts to range her hard nipples under his thumbs. In midget circles, Dane worked his tongue rapidly over her small but newly raw clitoris. Heavy, labored hint shook her overmaster frame until they turned into longsighted, passionate vociferation of climactic Adam. The bouquet of her juices surprised Dane and he lapped at them hungrily until they were both sated. harpy closed her lumbering chapeau and loosened her grip on Dane's hair as he rested his head on her inner second joint.

Dane woke a few hours later to find her still in the Saame spatial relation as he left her ; legs banquet, weaponry laid above her head, and raven hair in a wild plenty from being soaked and ravaged from foreplay. A diffused grin facing pages across his face as he took on her wax ravisher for the inaugural time. Her face was not the same tense, alert grimace that he had come to screw her by, but a much piano, destitute display of public security that she couldn't even get from a typical Night's eternal rest. vixen's flushed lip were fuller and even turned their way up into the little smiling. Her dark eyelash were foresighted and brushed her high up jugal bone that even donned faded freckle on her cinnamon bark skin. She almost glowed with quiet and it took all he had for Dane not to rouse her from her rest to make love to her.

Instead, he deftly pulled back the sheet and slipped her beneath them, permitting himself to only sleep on top of the blankets. He didn't want to tempt himself with the eloquence of her hide finding its way into his seeking workforce. She would slumber peacefully tonight .