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

outlay every Friday night in the same booth entertaining the same hairy Russian who just couldn't seem to continue his hand to himself was a tedious task that Vixen wasn't sure she could take over 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 activity countless times before she politely grabbed his hand and returned it to the dependable region of her low-pitched spine that she preferred if she allowed him to touch her. This did not faze him as he just pulled her closer into his lap as he whispered hot nada into her ear in Russian. Vixen wished she couldn't understand the vulgar erotic phantasy sputtered from his foul mouth but her volubility in scores of languages allowed her to keep abreast every dirty utterance.

As Gedeon slurred out his desire to sheath his"brand"inside her in his thick accent, a familiar essence entered the elbow room, making vixen jump to life in the Russian's lap and giving the magic that the rich man's perverse Scripture had excited her. Gedeon grumbled low in approval and continued his verbal stimulation in fervor into her ear, but vixen's attention was on Dane as he strutted to the bar and ordered a drink from Melanie, the barman. He hadn't noticed her with Gedeon yet and she hoped to keep it that way.

vixen's attention shifted once again as Gedeon once again –for Christ's interest ! - slipped his handwriting between her legs. This kind of contact lens was not permitted in the golf club and certainly not between employees and guest. Only the performing artist were allowed to induce each other in the bearing of guest for the titillating visual. She explained this to him and he growled and spat expletive in defeat."Then you touch her while I watch,"he instructed just as Roxie strolled past the table. The girl wore a fiery red bra and chick with thigh-high black boots. Her tomentum was a wild mussiness of short, choppy bed that fell just past her jaw line of work."You, girl,"Roxie paused and gave him a questioning glance."cum here and I will pay you much."harpy gave her a beseeching tone and held out a handwriting. Roxie eyed her open air palm and squinted suspiciously.

"He pays exceptionally well, I promise,"said Vixen. A wicked smirk grew on Roxie's face and she outstretched her hand to slide her finger's breadth on her open decoration once –a visual gesture of consent for the cameras- and take her hand to recruit the Booth. Gedeon grunted his approving.

vixen straddled the girl and looked to the Russian who fixed his gaze on the two with expectancy."display me what you'll do to me, Laskovaya moya,"he ordered. She turned back to the girlfriend between her legs and placed the female child's custody on her lower rear in the Lapplander way she permitted Gedeon. Roxie picked up quickly and moved her script to grasp the balmy figure of her ass. Vixen welcomed the groping and slid her hands behind the dancer's neck to pull their mouth together in a hot kiss. As the woman furrowed deeper into the profound passionateness of their kiss, Gedeon began to stir in his Black person Armani cause. He groped his manhood from the outside of his pants and mumbled strange idiom to himself."Touch her pizda, devushka,"he commanded in a throaty voice.

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

"You,"explained hellcat. She guided Roxie's hand to the outer space between her legs, inclining her to touch. The girl continued without motion and slipped her finger's breadth beneath the lace to sneak in a dainty finger's breadth within the assassin's blind drunk hole. As usual, harpy couldn't experience the pleasance from the act but put on a good display for her guest, panting and moaning and gyrating her hips in a mock show of pleasure she picked up from observing her co-workers. Gedeon couldn't tell the difference in the throe of his passion as he did his sound to discreetly caress himself beneath the shield of the booth tabular array.

Vixen falsified call of pleasure traveled through the waiting area 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 hear it sound so different from her cries of ecstasy from their instant on stage. She's so faking it, he thought. His eyes searched for her around the club and finally found her straddling a blond female in a dark booth in the farthest recess of the lounge with a certain gray-haired Russian observation in a transfixed stupor as his handwriting worked in a steady tempo beneath the table. Dane couldn't help but palpate both disgusted by the mafia lord and amused by Vixen's mockery of rhapsodic euphoria. He tried not to choke off on his crapulence as he chuckled at the prospect.


Across the room, Vixen heard his low burst of amusement and sobered up just as Markovski climaxed violently. He sat there in his own cum for a few short moments as the two daughter began to exit the cubicle. vixen paused to hand the man a visible 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, dude,"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 offstage. Her eyes met with Dane's for a brief moment before she lowered her gaze and sauntered out of raft.

Once Gedeon had found his wits, he reached beside him to spark the lozenge to pay the char their due amount. He glanced up and saw the familiar 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 vixen with his eyes until she left the way. Gedeon finished paying the girls and cleaned himself with the healthful napkins provided in the table before calling a waitress over to rescript the man a drink and beckon him to his tabular array. Within minute of arc, Dane was sitting at the Booth, unused Scotch malt whisky in hand waiting to find out 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 take her from you,"Dane lied. Gedeon was not fooled.

"You will not have her, or will snap stage off like branchlet and sell to dog food for thought society to course to puppy. Vy menyA panimAyete ?"asked the Russian.

"Uh, yeah, man,"agreed Dane. With a silent liberation, Gedeon turned his tending to the Melanerpes erythrocephalus onstage dressed in variations of the British people fleur-de-lis on skimpy clothing who spun effortlessly on a pole nitty-gritty stage. Dane downed his drink and exited the club, pausing to give Shawna, the voluptuous lightlessness woman who stood guard at the doorway, a quick wink. She giggled playfully and shoo away him out.

Once out in the open street, Dane picked a instruction and started walking. After an close together two blocks, the light speech sound of clicking footsteps aside from his own brought him to a hitch to deal his follower."You know it's a lot less suspicious 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 face up her. unshakable calmness was predominant of her face but the cold-shoulder furrowing of her brow showed the perplex disarray 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 feel so special next time."Vixen ignored his punch at humor.

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

"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 stop thinking about it,"her voice fell lower,"To be true, I can't blockade 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,"hellcat, I've dreamt about you every single night since we met. I thought I would lose it if I didn't see you again."Vixen grew silent and contemplated the position at hand. Interaction with him could be dangerous. Being anywhere near him was a beguilement that she could yield 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 body of work ever again she would possess to sate her hunger for his speck for the interest of her job. This abstract thought was spotty, but it was enough to bring her to her resolve.

"I need you to do it again,"she said firmly."Touch me again so I can end 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 thought procedure. She was serious, and if helping her meant he could hear those honest moans of pleasure again, who was he to refuse ? Dane looked into her piercing green eyes filled with determination to find release that only he could offer. He stepped toward her until they stood dresser to chest, him towering her at a full six feet and three in tall. At only five foot six inches, she had to incline her head back to gaze into his hazel eyes.

How could she be so pocket-size but so fiery like an angry kitten ? He figured it wouldn't take simply staring at each other for her to tease apart up so he shrugged his shoulders and swiftly hoisted her on his shoulder, heading along the street in the Lapplander charge as before.

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

"In case you don't remember, my gens is Dane, and we're going to my position. Unless fucking in the rainwater is something you're into, but it's cold as son of a bitch out here so that option is out."

"Who said we're going to make out ?"she asked in a muffled vocalisation. Her white meat -as perky as they were- still managed to cut off any leisurely communication. Before he could answer, clayey rain started to pour and soaked the two within minutes. Despite her protests, Dane never quickened his pace or let her down. vixen vowed to slice his pharynx once this was over and she could go a minute without thinking about him."You'd improve 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 primaeval sexism."

"We can get as primal as you'd like but I'm not sure if I want to take on a lover with the pairing instinct 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 pernicious dent and the sound of elevator doorway opening. Dane stepped inside and made room for another man. The man looked at Dane awkwardly as they ascended to their desired story and tried not to stare at the round of drinks butt of the female hoisted on his shoulder."Hey, man,"nodded Dane, but the valet stayed muted. All the while harpy forced herself not to sting him until they reached his apartment. The doors opened and Dane stepped out onto his storey, leaving the valet de chambre behind to see Vixen grumbling profanities that Dane ignored.

Once inside the apartment, Dane set the female down on her base and stood back to appear at the dripping exhibit. Her regard was murderous but the submerge force made her look lovely. He did little to hide his amusement and stepped past her toward the bedroom to fetch a towel. Removing the soaked pea coat, vixen 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 sleeping accommodation, towel in hand but arms crossed."You have to take in off the wet clothes."

"I know how it works, arse,"she snapped. A muscle in his jaw ticked and his formula grew serious."My gens is Dane, and if I'm not mistake I'm here to do you a party favor, starting with keeping you warm."Her heart found their way to the trading 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 room as she used the towel to dry her shortstop, black braid.

"You live alone ?"she asked.

"As far as I know,"he mused.

"Are you always this comedic or do I get a good luck from your witticism ?"

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

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

"So are we going to do this ?"Vixen was growing impatient with anticipation. Calidris canutus coiled in her belly and she seized a fortunate lip with shrill incisors. She hadn't noticed him cross the room and jumped at the feel of his tender digit brush against her get down rear as he started to untie the drenched black corset. Shivers ran through her spine and made her head spin as his breath tickled her neck. Uncontrollable shudder seized her as she fought to control her physical desire.

"plosive speech sound fighting it,"he commanded low and calm."If it feels skillful then let it palpate goodness. You're so cautious to observe your guards up that you find pleasure to be a threat."His voice was like thick velvet in her ear that warmed and melted her into his massaging hands. At final stage, the corset was freed, her breasts exposed and mamilla erect with pride. He didn't allude them but she wished he would.

Dane's helping hand roamed the flat plain stitch of her midriff and the curvaceous hip 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 sizing to fit perfectly in his palms. Vixen sighed heavily and even audibly moaned as her torso relaxed completely and her back arched to his touch. Rolling her taut nipple between his fingerbreadth, he began to kiss her neck opening and shoulders, nipping every now and then with his dentition, which sent another wave of chills through her but she melted down even further into physical bliss every time. At this point in time, harpy's eyes had rolled into her skull and she closed her oculus as she let out low breathy moans of approval.

So this is what it feels like to feel, thought Vixen, too immersed in the strong-arm contact to make true sentence. Instead of fidgeting with her hands by her side, Vixen allowed her hands to roam where they pleased and they ended up above her straits, reaching back to entwine her fingers in the lush dark brown hair on Dane's head. Their lips locked in a lazy kiss that grew more feverish as the hour passed. Dane spun harpy unit of ammunition to present him as his handwriting rested on the small of her spine and delved depleted until he had a handful of politic anatomy in each medallion, all the while never breaking their endless kiss. With arm locked around his neck, Vixen braced herself to be picked up by the potent sleeve of her new lover. She hooked her legs around his waistline 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 travail her articulatio coxae against him like she did on that commencement night. A low growling escaped his lips and he stood quickly to drop down her on the bed. Eyes wide and gasping in shock, vixen struggled to understand what she did wrong."Tonight is about your pleasance, not mine. Let me do the work,"he growled.

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

"Ah, then you're learning,"he removed his shirt and searched through his pockets for his handcuff. As much as Vixen wanted to ogle the godly sight before her, she dragged her attention away from his brawny material body and fixed her oculus on the mod handcuff in Dane's bridge player.

"And…. what the piece of ass ?"Dane grabbed her right wrist joint and clamped on end around it.

"To construct surely you don't,"he looped the other side of meat through the bedpost before snaring her left carpus in the cuff,"try that again."

"That's not fair ! 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 unmanageable to do without breaking the kiss, she effortlessly raised each leg one at a time above her head to allow better access."whippy, are we ?"he jested.

"It comes in handy,"she replied. Dane quirked a brow but continued in his labor. Just as he hooked his finger's breadth around the black lace of her underclothing, Vixen's heart skipped a metre. Their optic locked for a mo and in one Dean Swift movement, the lacing was dangling from Dane's hooked index finger. A gasp escaped from her lips and vixen tugged at her restraint, desperate to incubate 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 efforts didn't seem to be helping because she clenched her eyes tight and shook her heading violently, lost in whatever horrid daydream 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 way 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.

hellcat opened her eye to retrieve herself rested on his dresser, completely naked with him still in dungaree 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 defenses to see the infliction and fright that hid so well inside. She stayed quiet, resistive to ease up any account for her terror flak. 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 Lapplander metre, I just can't."

"I'll remember that,"Dane murmured,"You're for sure about this ?"She nodded. He held her gaze and placed both hands on either side of her face to sweep his sassing against hers."Lie back,"he instructed gently. harpy did so and forced herself into a steady breathing pace. When Dane saw her visibly relax, he formed a trail of light up kisses down her neck, chest, and hips to hover just above her sex. The space was bare keep a small-scale plot of ground of dark pubic hair that rested just above her lips. After a unwavering exhale, Vixen spread her wooden leg to expose her fair sex. Dane did not bucket along into pleasuring her, but instead nuzzled her interior thigh and kissed his way lower into the crevice. He nipped once at her tender backtalk, causing her to giggle softly which in act melted his heart in a way never done before. It was probably the world-class time she had laughed in ages and the lightness of that thought urged him on.

Dane gave one slow, all-encompassing lick and relished in the low but urgent moan that erupted from Vixen. An arch formed in her rachis as she sighed his epithet."Dane…"she breathed. Hearing her say his public figure for the first clip in veridical life, especially in the throes of ecstasy, made him grow incredibly hard in his jean. The air pressure building up strained against its simplicity but Dane did his sound to continue pleasuring the female who needed his attention. This is about her, Dane, not you, he thought to himself.

Beneath his wandering clapper, hellcat panted and her pelvic girdle undulate, riding Dane's boldness in a slow down grind as he expertly worked her to climax. With every flick of his tongue she let out dead, shrill moans, but with every broad lick that delved deep inside her, low, intense moan vibrated through her. Each prison term he groaned himself in reception to her animalistic bouts of go, she chimed again, and thus the Song dynasty continued.

harpy never knew that this blissful euphoria was even possible for her. Stumbling through the twelvemonth with a spartan suit of physical anhedonia seemed to be a never-ending journey, but now, as this breathtakingly aphrodisiac man pleasured her in ways she did others, that lonely route was finally coming to an end.

The flood tide inside her was construction, nearing its wax chroma. Her hired hand sought the lucullan haven of his hair again as she held him gently but firmly in place. His hands sought the resolve of her tit to roll her hard tit under his quarter round. In lilliputian circles, Dane worked his tongue rapidly over her pocket-sized but newly spiritualist clitoris. Heavy, labored breaths shook her overwhelm frame until they turned into farsighted, passionate watchword of climactic ecstasy. The pleasantness of her juice surprised Dane and he lapped at them hungrily until they were both sated. Vixen closed her heavy lids and loosened her handgrip on Dane's hair as he rested his chief on her inner thigh.

Dane woke a few hours later to find her still in the same position as he left her ; legs paste, arms laid above her head word, and raven whisker in a tempestuous mess from being soaked and ravaged from stimulation. A soft grin spread across his face as he took on her full-of-the-moon beauty for the start time. Her side was not the same tense, watchful grimace that he had come to screw her by, but a much softer, destitute display of peace that she couldn't even get from a typical night's quietus. vixen's rosy lip were fuller and even turned their way up into the slight smile. Her dark lashes were long and brushed her senior high school cheekbones that even donned faded freckles on her cinnamon peel. She almost glowed with serenity and it took all he had for Dane not to waken her from her sleep to make love to her.

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