Imminent Conquest (26 page)

"This is so much like the very first time,” he murmured. “I replayed that time over and over and never tired of it.” He pulled free of his shirt.

Nicole ran her fingers through the hair on his chest and lower to his erection, jutting out from his white briefs. She curled her hand over his rigid shaft and sucked in a breath. “Please, please, hurry."

He chuckled. “I guess I don't have to tie you down this time?"

She shook her head, pressing the soft pad of her thumb over his mushroom-tipped glans coated with glistening pre-cum. When he shucked off his jeans and underwear, she moaned. “You're so big,” she murmured.

"That's what you said the first time. Why don't you get on your knees?"

Nicole complied and, once her knees were firmly planted on the comforter, she spread her legs wider, inviting him to enter her.

A small cry of pleasure escaped her as he circled her hard clit and moistened her labia with her juices. Then he plunged into her, driving his hard cock into her sheath. She groaned, deeply satisfied that a glimmer of a hope had come true. Their lovemaking was brief and ardent as he thrust in and out. His balls slapped her thighs. She widened her legs even more, and he drove into her harder.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you,” she heard him say harshly.

Nicole knew without asking that he meant his words as a gesture of love. “Fuck me,” she said out loud. As she said the words, she felt the waves of her orgasm wash over her. Michael came at the same time, and with one last, deep thrust, he groaned. His hot cum spurted into her channel. She collapsed onto her elbows and closed her eyes against the ferocity of her orgasm.

Behind her, Michael's breathing was rapid but he kept his cock lodged deep within her. This was the last time she would ever make love to this sensitive and wonderfully giving man. The very last time before she walked out of his life. She would rather sit in prison than see him tortured into abject submission as he tried to help her when she didn't, in the least, deserve his help.

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Bryan finished mopping up the floor of the cooking oil, an arduous task but worth the pleasure. Cathy wiped the last of the mess from the table with a soapy dishcloth.

"You know,” he said, observing her peach-shaped ass wiggle, sinfully tempting him, “I've never tried sex with chocolate. Want to give it a shot?"

She laughed. “Why don't we have a shower first, and then try the chocolate idea?"

"Why clean up the mess, then?” he asked, plunging the mop into the bucket of foamy water.

She walked up to him with sexy, lowered eyelids and parted lips. “You know what I'd like to try just once?"

He felt her press her breasts against his chest. “What would you like to try? Your wish is my command."

"I'd like you to tie me to the bed, so I can't move while you fuck me.” She winked. “You could even drizzle chocolate over me and lick it off my breasts and my cunt."

"I'm not sure I'm into that kinky stuff,” he replied. “Okay. But if I tie you down, you'll have to do the same to me."

She giggled and smoothed a fingertip over his nipple. “We can't both tie each other down at the same time."

"Man, you're a hot babe.” What did he have to tie her down with? Hell, he would try it once if that's what she wanted. “I don't have any rope or anything like that."

"Not to worry,” she said. “I brought everything you need."

"How fortuitous,” he murmured. “The lady comes prepared."

"Isn't that half the fun?"

"Yow, mama."

He went with her into his bedroom where she dug in her suitcase before she exclaimed, “Ah!” and took out a small cardboard box. “Everything you need to perform the deed."

Bryan examined the photograph on the box. The woman lay on her back, spread-eagled, and her wrists and ankles were strapped to a mattress. Her pussy was strategically covered by a silky, white scarf but her breasts were the feature that caught his eye. They were the size of melons and perky like Cathy's.

"Okay,” he said. “Just show me how to strap you down.” He found himself wanting to please her to the best of his capabilities, to delight her more than himself. Shaking his head in self-wonder, he asked, “Do I get to blindfold you too?"

She slapped the box onto the bed. “The rules are simple. You get to do anything you want, but no pain."

"I can handle that. Do you want me to act like a caveman, or civilised?"

Her eyes twinkled with undisguised lust. “What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to throw you down on the bed and tie you up or do you want to lie down without my help?"

"Let me see. If you threw me over your shoulder and ravished me, that would be quite in keeping with your macho, caveman mentality. If I simply lie down, what fun would that be?"

Bryan eyed her speculatively. “Which will it be, ma'am?"

"I prefer you throw me over your shoulder but you might not get to the bondage part because you're really aroused right now. So I'll lie down."

She got onto the bed and lay on her back. He grunted appreciatively as her tits jiggled back and forth. “Are you going to open your legs like this, too?” he asked, motioning at the photograph of the bound woman.

"Tie me up and see for yourself."

Using the photograph as his guide, he placed the black leather straps under the mattress and, one by one, circled her wrists and ankles with cuffs and hooked them to the straps. She lay motionless, her chest rising and falling with her gentle breathing.

He stood back and admired his handiwork. Her arms were bent at the elbows and her hands rested a few inches from her head. Her legs curved at the knees, stretching her legs wide apart. He ogled her pussy's pink folds and her anus. “Man, I'm not finished yet. You want me to blindfold you too?"

"No. How would I see your cock then?"

"You're a visual creature, aren't you? How do you feel?” He slowly ran a finger up and down her pubic bone.

She wriggled her fingers one by one and then her toes. “Bound for your pleasure."

She attempted to close her legs but her ankles were too far apart to do that effectively. The hairs on her mound and around her pussy were still moist from the cooking oil. He frowned. “Did you say there might be more toys in the box where this came from?"

"Why don't you have a look see?"

Feeling like a grown-up kid rummaging through a toy box, he asked, “What do we have here? Ah, a dildo. Big too."

"Hmm. But not as big as you, loverboy.” Cathy turned her head in his direction. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her pupils dilated.

"Wouldn't you like to know?” he teased, sitting between her legs.

Creamy honey trickled from her vagina. He dipped his finger in and brought the digit to her lips. “Have a taste."

She licked his finger before he placed the tip of the rounded end of the vibrator to her opening. She drew back towards the headboard but the straps didn't allow her to move more than a few inches from his reach. “That's cold."

Bryan fought back a pang of regret. “Sorry. Should have warmed it up first."

"You're such a gentleman."

"Gentleman caveman, you mean?"

Her sparkling laughter was cut short by a grunt as he began to push the vibrator into her vagina. He figured it was substantially larger than his dick, although he wasn't small by any standards. Her nipples beaded. Thumbing the ‘on’ switch, he heard the soft buzz.

"Oh, oh,” she cried out, rolling from side to side in pleasure.

"Too much for you to handle?” he asked, driving the vibrator deeper.

"You're opening me so wide."

"Is that good or bad?” His cock stiffened at the sight of the white dildo meeting her pussy lips. He wanted to substitute his rod. Momentarily, he would. After he gave her more pleasure. The veins stood out along the length of his engorged cock. Gasping, she arched her neck into a long, elegant line. Strands of light brown hair spilled over the pillow as she twisted her head from side to side. She raised her hips. Her facial muscles went rigid. She climaxed, throwing her legs wider apart. Her juices flowed out and around the vibrator and onto the tousled print sheets.

"No more,” she gasped.

Bryan kept the vibrator in place.

"No more. Too sensitive now,” she breathed, trying to roll over.

He snorted. “That's when it's the very best."

No more than two minutes passed. She gritted her teeth and bore down on another orgasm. More of her juices flowed from her pussy.

"Man, you make me forget everything except watching you have an orgasm. Hmm, I'd love to dribble warm chocolate on your cunt and eat you."

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

He left the vibrator humming inside her.

"Don't leave me here like this!"

"Be right back!” He ran down the stairs to get a bottle of chocolate syrup, which he carefully warmed to room temperature. The phone rang. A glance at the microwave clock told him it was past midnight. Maybe something had happened at Anessa that needed his immediate attention. His only wish was to stay inside where it was warm with Cathy where nothing was being demanded of him. He felt relaxed with her, something he hadn't felt since he was young, brash and dating the girls.

"Yeah?” he barked into the phone, hating the interruption.

"Bryan? I had to call because I think you ought to know."

"At this hour? Libby, couldn't this have waited until tomorrow?” Bryan demanded, stirring the chocolate and watching the edges congeal.

"It is tomorrow. It's after midnight."

She barged on. “When Colin came into Michael's office, they argued low for a while before that bull raised his voice. Michael argued back, almost as loud. He said he had been framed, that he had never killed his father. Bryan? I never knew Michael was in prison. It just doesn't seem possible."

"Is that why you're calling me at this hour?"

"They got into a terrible row. Colin said he'd kill Nicole if she went near Michael one more time. You know what else he said? If Michael didn't kill the bitch, he would."

Bryan forgot about the chocolate. “That's not like Ice to threaten what belongs to Michael."

"That's exactly it. There's a lot of things that have gone down in the last few hours. Brad's body was found in Michael's car. In the trunk. He was so badly burned, almost beyond recognition. The funny thing is, it wasn't Michael driving the car. It was Nicole. Now the cops are looking to arrest her for murder."

Bryan couldn't find any words. Brad dead? Burned to death in Michael's car? And Nicole had been driving? Nicole might be setting Michael up for the rap. But why make it so obvious? “I'm not sure I'm following. This is all too sudden,” he said, simply to say something.

"My sister took Dusty to the hospital this afternoon. He wanted to visit one of his friends who was in a skiing accident. Tanya said the hospital was abuzz with Michael being there. Nicole had sprayed Mace in his face to disable him, stolen his keys, and then his car so she could ditch Brad's body. It's too hard to believe."

"I don't know what to do, Libby. Why don't we let the cops handle this?"

"Uh-huh. I have this feeling, you see. Something bad, I mean really ugly, is going to happen tonight. I think Colin is going to off Michael."

"You mean Colin and Nicole are in this together?” Bryan asked in astonishment.

"No, no! That's not what I mean. Colin has a grudge against Nicole. Because she loves Michael. It's maybe got something to do with the time he spent in prison. Colin's going to get at them, one by one, but he'll make sure they're not here tomorrow."

"Libby,” Bryan objected, smelling something burning. The chocolate in the pan had begun to blacken and smoke. Hastily, he dragged the pan off the burner. “You're not making any sense."

"I can't explain it to myself either. It's illogical but Colin is behind all this. I'm sure of it. And tonight's the night."

"Do you have the Sight or what?"

"My grandmother had it. It misses a generation, I think. That's why I have it."

"Colin was mad this afternoon, but I think he had something else on his mind."

"I wouldn't know what that is but you have to look in on Michael. He did so much for Dusty and me. I can't bear to see Colin hurt him."

"Why don't you call the cops?” They might listen to her strange story, Sight and all.

"I already did that. The lieutenant I spoke to said I had been drinking and needed a good night's rest. Obviously, he didn't believe me. You've got to do something!"

"Calm down, Libby, or you'll blow a gasket,” he cautioned.

"I'm coming to the point where I'm going to drive up there myself and take a look see."

He sighed. “Sit tight for a few minutes. I'll get back to you. Okay?"

"But you'll come?"

"Yeah."

"You're a good man, Bryan Carmichael. I'll be waiting.” She hung up.

"I'm not meant to stay inside, being fucked out of my mind tonight,” he muttered, as he strode up the stairs. He would tell Cathy he would return in a few minutes since he was certain Libby was worrying for no reason.

He skidded to a halt. Cathy was no longer alone. She had company.

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Naked men were always at a disadvantage when an intruder marches into their territory. Bryan watched Colin point a handgun at Cathy's forehead. An invisible noose formed around Bryan's neck, threatening to cut off his air.

"Look what I found myself,” Colin taunted. “One naked beauty and one ugly sucker."

Bryan watched helplessly as the other man examined him head to toe.

"Just let him go, Colin,” Cathy whispered. “He hasn't done anything to you."

"Really? He's sticking his nose where it don't belong. That's reason enough for me to terminate him."

Bryan swallowed hard. “Why don't you let her go, Ice? Why don't you crawl back into the hole you came out of?"

Colin's eyes narrowed in anger. “Seems to me like you're the one with the pants down, boyo. I can shoot you both if I want."

To Bryan's horror, Colin gave a heartless grin. “To think you're my cousin."