Chapter Five #3
“You’re good, I have to admit,” she said when she recovered. “None of your predecessors have figured that out. How did you?”
“Your property holdings,” I said. “I tracked down everything about Camille Delaponte, and had to ask myself why you would use a living person’s name.
At first, I thought it was because you could hide and pin the blame on her but it’s not that, is it?
Camille is strikingly beautiful, as you are.
There’s a strong genetic resemblance there. ”
“She’s not part of this.”
I’d hit a nerve. I could see the pulse near her temple pulsating as she tried to bite her tongue, less she admit something she didn’t want me to know.
“Now, that is a motherly reaction. Something that is completely foreign to you, so that must be why you had her adopted out as a baby, to make sure none of your evilness rubbed off on her. Somehow, she’s back in your life now, though.”
“Very good, detective. You are very, very good,” she said, coming to stand next to me. “But you see, you played your hand too quickly. There was a possibility I could have let you go after this, disappeared into the night and you would live, but now…now you have shown me that you know too much.”
“You were never going to let me live,” I scoffed at her. “If you were, you could have knocked me out and run. But instead, you strapped me to this contraption. Why? To torture me? To rape me?”
Maurelle let out a laugh so hauntingly evil that it surprised me.
“Rape you?” she repeated, as she hit a lever next to me. I felt whatever I was strapped to move downward, to a lying position. She climbed on top of me, straddling me, her pussy just inches away from my cock and the asshole organ twitched with excitement. “It’s not rape if you want it.”
“You’re right, Maurelle, I do want you. My body wants you, and for some reason, I know I wouldn’t say no even though it goes against every inch of my moral fiber, but afterward, I will arrest you and see you brought to justice.”
She smiled, her fingers sliding underneath my shirt, nails raking down my chest sharply.
I grunted with the feeling of pain and lust as I looked up into her dark eyes.
Oh how, I wanted to feel her mouth against mine, to taste her.
My body and my brain were at odds with each other, and yet I was fully aware that my body was winning.
I tried to pull my arms up again, battling against the restraints so I could take her, hard, against whatever this thing was. I caught sight of a design down by my ankle, and that’s when I saw it.
“Am I strapped to a goddamn spider’s web?”
Maurelle smirked at me. “They call me the black widow, right? Why not lean into it. I’ve always thought webs were pretty.”
I could laugh if I weren’t so turned on right now. She undid my jeans, popping my cock free. The bastard was hard as stone as she caressed him.
Maurelle ripped my shirt open, baring my chest to her as she started to grind herself against my cock.
I gasped in pleasure as she teased me. These leather straps weren’t going anywhere.
She had complete control over me, and for a moment, I didn’t care.
I just wanted to feel her, to be inside of her.
Her nails dug into my chest again, drawing blood as her other hand gripped my cock again, pumping me hard.
Moving down my body, she kept her eyes on me as she sucked one of my balls into her mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Her mouth moved up to my cock, the reddened head was waiting for her as she took me whole, down her throat.
I would have cum right there and then if I didn’t know how to control myself.
The feeling of her warm tongue lapping at my skin, the tip of her tongue gliding up and down that vein at the base of my cock as she squeezed the fuck out of me was driving me insane.
She moved fast now, her head bobbing up and down on my length as she played with my balls.
Fuck.
I needed her more than I had needed a woman before. I needed to have her under me, her essence on my tongue, her pussy wrapped around my cock.
I craved her with an intensity I couldn’t understand, it was like I was an addict and the only way I could get my fix was with her.
When she brought me close to the edge, she stopped, moving up to straddle me once more.
She looked beautiful as she grabbed a knife from the holster at her ankle.
Holding it in her hand for a moment, my breathing slowed down, as I wondered if she was going to stab me with it, before she pulled her skirt up and slashed the side of her panties.
She flung them off to the side of the room before she positioned herself over my cock, her pussy swallowing me whole.
I let out a groan I’d never heard myself make before as she sat there, letting her pussy stretch for me.
She looked absolutely satiated with the feeling of me inside of her.
I wanted to touch her.
I needed to touch her.
“Why don’t you let me free so I can show you how a real man fucks you,” I said, my voice deeper than I was accustomed to.
She was contemplating it, knowing I could easily take over and arrest her, but curiosity got the better of her as she flicked the knife up on the restraints on my wrists, freeing both sides.
I didn’t waste time, I grabbed hold of her top and ripped it apart.
She gasped as I cupped both her lace covered breasts and squeezed.
Maurelle threw her head back, squirming, begging me not to stop.
I moved my head down to the left breast first, sucking it into my mouth.
I could feel her nipple harden under my tongue as I lightly bit around it.
She moved up and down as I played with her.
I needed to possess her, to own her in every way.
I moved to the other breast, before I unleashed the snap at the back and let the bra fall away. Her rosy nipples were almost too perfect as I looked down at the reddened areas of where my teeth had bitten.
Pushing my hand onto the small of her back, I pushed up from the web I was on from my hips and entered into her deeper.
She gasped, her eyes widening as she planted her hands on my chest to keep hold of me as I hammered into her from below.
The sound of us fucking only made the animal inside unleash as I fucked her senseless.
Her pussy was tightening around me as I felt my own release wanting to break free, but there was no way in hell I was stopping now.
If I was going to die, I was going to go out with one hell of a bang.
Maurelle rode my cock, hard and fast, just the way I liked it. Her moans filled the basement around us, echoing off the bricks. I lived for that reaction.
I dug my fingertips into her bare back as I did everything in my power not to slam into her and cum.
She reached down, the knife clasped in her hand and undid my ankle restraints.
I was free. I could tackle her to the ground, arrest her, take her in and end all of this…
but I already knew I couldn’t. I had to finish this.
I wound my arm around her and flipped us so that she was underneath me.
Somehow, her hair had come out of the clip and it fanned out underneath her, and around her head like a halo.
There was something just so animalistic that erupted from me once I saw her at my mercy that I didn’t understand.
I grabbed her legs and pulled them out wide, pushing back into her until I felt my balls hit her ass cheeks.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as I plunged into her, deep, over and over again.
Her nails dug into my forearms, blood seeping from the wounds as I worked her to another release.
Her moans filled the room as her hips bucked against mine, her pussy strangling my cock.
I moved one hand to her cheek, my thumb pushing into her mouth. She sucked on my thumb as well as she had my cock, and I felt the familiar pull in my balls that told me I was close.
I grunted as I pushed her thighs up, her legs hung over my shoulders as I drove into her as hard as I could.
My balls slapped her ass with every thrust. Maurelle gripped onto the side of the web as I drove her deeper into the wood.
I bit down onto her ankle, her sharp intake of breath and bucking hips telling me just how much she enjoyed the pain. This woman was something else.
She moaned again, her hips rotating, one of her hands going to her clit as she rubbed it relentlessly as I hammered into her from above.
She screamed out as her orgasm hit her, her pussy squeezing me so tightly this time, I knew I was done for.
I fucked her hard until I felt my own release slam into her, my balls emptying.
Maurelle
He collapsed next to me on the board, our heavy breathing the only sound in the basement.
I looked over at the plastic covered body of Stanley who I had quickly wrapped up and thrown down here, that is until the detective arrived and threw a massive spanner in the works.
I had even admitted my past, the one thing I held closely to my chest for obvious reasons.
It wasn’t exactly something I wanted to remember.
It was a shame the detective would have to die as well.
That man knew how to please a woman. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt my eyes roll into the back of my head while waves of pleasure erupted through me.
I sat up, and looked down at him. My pussy was still throbbing from his assault, but she was eager for more.
I silently scolded myself for my greed. There would be no other chance.
Not with him.
I had to end him. He knew too much, and he’d pieced it together about Camille.
I couldn’t allow her to get caught up in this.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked me, his breathing heavy as he spoke. I looked down at him, and saw the faraway look in his eye. He was ready for his death.