Hints: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

By now, Brett was spent.  Not only physically from having been munched by his very mischievous girlfriend, but also emotional from having to drive the majority of the highway miles with a gun to his head.  A motion to his right caught his eye.  At first he thought the oblong object was the gun barrel again, but it was the rear view mirror.  The mystery girl in the back spoke.

"Put it back on your windshield, but don't try anything funny."  When Brett finally adjusted the mirror, he saw a girl with dark brown hair, medium build, brown eyes and a self satisfied smile on her face.  She saw him looking and asked, "Are you going to cooperate and take me to my house now?"

"Do I have a choice?" he asked sardonically.  Before the gun flashed back up into view, he quickly added, "I'm kidding.  Geez Louise!  Take a joke already!  Sure I'll drive you to your house.  Just give me the directions."

The mystery girl gave him several directions that to Brett seemed like he was driving in a figure eight.  Finally they stopped at a high rise apartment building.  As she got out, she looked at Brett and said, "Wait for my signal.  I have to go to my level and see if you had anybody following you."  Brett just nodded his head.  The girl disappeared into the front door and then several minutes later was seen walking up the staircase on the side of the building.

The building had 20 levels.  Mystery girl did not use any elevator.  She was walking noticeably slower by the time she reached her level, number 19.  She looked out over the city and saw nobody.  Then, she gave her "signal".  Looking both ways to make sure nobody was watching, the girl proceeded to strip naked.  She removed the gun and a BIC lighter.  Then, she tied her clothes together, lit them, and dropped them over the railing.  The burning ball of flames dropped with a soft "whoosh".  By the time the items reached the ground, there wasn't much to be recognized.

Brett turned to Deidra with a "I've seen it all" expression and asked, "Does she always do that?"
"Only when she's shown her face," replied Deidra with a serious expression on her face.  The only part of her face that wasn't serious were her eyes.  They were dancing with merriment.  He guessed that this was from the action she had given him earlier.

"So, what happens when they haven't seen her face?" he asked.

"I don't know for sure," she replied.  "What I do know, is that she takes them into her apartment.  They have some wild sex.  She rates them on how well they did.  The worse they do, the less clothes they leave with.  If they do absolutely terrible, they go down the laundry chute naked."  Dei spoke as though she were reading the paper.

Nonplussed, Brett found his bearings and drove to the apartment.  It wasn't much to look at from the outside.  No white picket fence.  No garage.  Just a house in the middle of a lot.  He realized that if he didn't mow the yard soon, the city would be tacking on some taxes with stiff interest rates.  As Deidra was getting out of the car, he touched her left arm with the palm of his hand.

"I want you to go straight to the shower.  I know you like to wear the paint, but I want to see the real you.  I'll meet you in there as soon as I have the bank wire Fred's money to him.  He'll be pissed and go off like a loose cannon if we don't pay him right away."  She nodded to show she had heard him and then walked into the house.   "Hey!"  She turned with a question in her face.  "Nice ass you have there!"  She just smirked and spanked herself at him.

He locked up the car, looked around at the decrepit neighborhood.  Nobody knew who they were and that suited him just fine.  They also did not know of the little playroom below ground with extra walls that doubled as sound barriers.  "No, even Fred hasn't a clue," mused Brett with a grin.  Once through the door, he turned and locked it.  All three locks and the two deadbolts.  Not to mention that the door itself had come off of a bank safe door.  "Good to have connections," he mused again.

Taking a cellphone from his pocket, he dialed the number to the bank.  While listening to the ringing, he heard the sound of the seductress in the bathroom.  On a hunch, he walked to the door and opened it.  All of the doors in the upper level had no lock except for the front door.  She turned and saw him eyeing her.        

       "Tasty?"  He just nodded and then turned quickly away when someone at the bank answered their ringing phone.

"Hello?  The name is Brett Shoe.  I'm authorizing a payment to the following account number."  He spoke each number and letter clearly and had the bank employee repeat it back.  Then, with a satisfied grin on his face, he stripped down to his underwear and casually walked into the bathroom.   As soon as he opened the door, he hit a concealed button.  The lights dimmed and her playlist began thumping in the walls.

Steam mixed with the scent of her expensive body wash hit his nostrils. The scent of Gucci Guilty. A hypnotic alluring scent with lilac and geranium, laced with the succulent tactility of peach, all velvet femininity. They flared to take in the sweetness as he sought to find her. He came in contact with her warm dripping skin, her gasp to his touch was more arousing than he expected, he felt his pulse beat against his throat, so he let go.  He walked to the closet, picked up four suction cup items, and then walked to the shower.  As his eyes adjusted, he found her bent at the waist, cleaning the rivulets of paint from between her toes.

At first, she just remained there with hot water cascading from the shower head and down across her back.  She had washed off all but at her toes, her hair fell loose past her shoulders, hiding her eyes behind her curtain of hair. The water curved around her pink cheeks and dripped from her bottom lip.  She looked back between her calves cause all her hair to flop forward and noticed his feet behind her.

"Like what you see?" She asked with knowing smile.  The question was as unneeded as "Don't I always?" She felt his hands on her back, first he just shaped her, sliding his palms down to her curves and squeezing her hands before sliding further down to her cheeks, cupping them and the lifting them, exposing her.
His right hand let go and slid forward and under to caress her right nipple, the left, slowly circled the cheek 4 times before smacking it.  The motion rocked her on her feet, but she did not go down. only spread her arms to the sides, causing her to face the corner.

With her right hand, she reached behind her to his shin, skin becoming wet from the water splashing off of her.  She raised her hand past his knee and to his thigh.  When she reached the spot between his knee and waist, it was suddenly caught and put into a clasp and strapped.  At first she had no idea what was happening until the clasp was clicked into place on a suction cup that had suddenly appeared on the wall beside her.

Excitement kicked in and she realized he was making true on his promise from earlier in the day.  Playfully, she reached back with her left hand in the same manner as she had her right.  It too was caught, placed in a clasp, and then attached to a suction cup.  Two more suction cups were placed on the floor of the shower only a step back from where she was standing already, she angled into sandals that were locked into place on top of the cups, the posture made her bum lift and legs stretch. As she began to raise her head, his hand grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her down, the intensity made her stomach tighten and knees weak.

         A collar slipped around her neck.  The cable went to a suction cup on the floor, it was made of rubber and had a bit of elasticity to it.  Only after she was securely in place did he drop his underwear. He watched her for a few moments, watching her fidget and put her knees together as if to hide herself.  It was amusing for him and really did wonders. Switching the water from shower to steam, he padded out the back door of the shower and around to the front door.  Her head was positioned so that he could guide it to his erect cock.

"Whatever you do, you may not speak or touch me.  You may not open your mouth unless I tell you to.  You may not make any noise.  Any noise and I will start over."  His hands on her shoulders, he began to to massage her back.  She made no noise, but noted with aroused annoyance that he was standing in a way that his cock was pushing against her cheek.  Turning to at least rub her lips on him, she suddenly felt his hands begin to dig painfully into her back.  Meekly, she stopped and turned her head back.  His touch softened and she began to relax into his touch.

She felt his hands spread out over her back, skillfully massaging out the kinks. She felt him get further down her back and wondered for a moment how he would go further, but he answered that quickly. He leaned back and held her jaw in his hand, he slowly slid it down her throat as they made eye contact, his thumb resting on her chin.

        "Open" He watched as her eyes sparked confusion but he didn't give her time to register, he pushed her chin down and licked her lip before giving it a little suck. Her eyes closed to the pleasure, he never took his eyes off her. He pinched her nipple making her gasp, with her eyes still shut, he plunged his cock deep down her throat. Her eyes snapped open and she made a small squeak amidst the motion, he then pulled out and pushed back but not as deep. He leaned back over her  as he got to the bottom he would thrust hard and his fingers dug more when they crawled back up from the bottom of her, making her spine arch even more and sucking harder.

        It never ceased to amaze her how his thumbs could find all the tight spots of her back.  Speaking of tight spots,...she groaned at the sensation of a finger sliding down the divide of her ass.  Everything abruptly stopped, removed, and his fingers dug into her shoulders again.

"Thought I was kidding?  I said no sound."  He lifted one of his hands and sharply slapped her right ass cheek.  She jumped but to her credit, made no sound.  He smiled, walked around to where he'd struck her, and slowly rubbed the sting away.  He slid his right hand over the center of her ass and allowed the middle finger to dip into her valley.

She swayed and then wiggled her ass at him.  He dropped to a crouch on her left, crawled underneath her, looked up and slowly drew her left nipple into his mouth.  He felt her shiver, but it was most definitely not from cold.  They were both still enshrouded in steam.  He felt a spasm go through her again when he stopped sucking and began to nip and bite on her nipples. She bite her lip and her knees buckled slightly.  First her left and then her right nipple.  Taking the right into his hands, he massaged the entire boob with his hands and his lips.  Another moan.  He dropped away, stepped away from her body, walked to her shoulders and dug his fingers in.

She whimpered.  They dug in again.  Working harder this time, she managed to stifle her vocal cords.  His hands once again moved quickly to her ass, this time dipping very low and sliding two fingers into her wet and waiting pussy.  She tensed her legs and clenched around the fingers.  He groaned appreciatively and then pulled his fingers out quickly.  Before she could recover, she felt the head of his cock slowly pushing against her pussy lips.

He waited, her body temperature spiking.  He could tell she was fighting hard to not move into him. After a minute passes, he slowly pushed in till he was in an inch, his hands holding her hips still, he pulled his cock back out till his head was barely touching and rubbed between her thighs and clit before pushing back in just a bit deeper than before.  Pulling back out till it was only the head and then pushing back in till he was a third in. Getting her wetter and wetter, he kept that rhythm up until he was completely inside of her and pushing hard with his hips.  Then, he began to thrust.

It had been difficult for her to not make a sound during his torturous thrusting.  Now with him inside, she tightened her cervix to make it difficult for him to keep concentration. The head and body of him against her and sliding in and out of her was making it difficult for her to stay silent.  Finally she could not hold back anymore and moaned loudly.  As if it were a fart, he zipped out of her before she could tighten her muscles.

He saw her back tense up as she prepared for him to punish her for her outcry.  Instead of doing so, he simply slapped her on her ass 3 times.  Each contact was slightly different in location and each one left a red mark.  He then walked around to the front where her mouth was open and slowly pushed his cock into her mouth so that she could taste herself.

"I now give you permission to speak.  Only one line.  It can either be a question or a comment.  You may only speak when my hand is touching you in the center of your back."  Brett was thoroughly enjoying himself and he knew Deidra was too.  He reached out and touched the center of her back, relishing in the feeling of her rib cage expanding as she drew in breath to speak.

"Can you do that thing--" her left hand pointed towards her ass "--where you slowly entered me?"  Her hazel eyes were alive with burning passion.  She crouched as much as she good to open up that passageway.  He was more than happy to oblige, yet was curious why she asked that question.

Again with careful concentration, he placed the head of his cock at her waiting lips.  Sliding in, he was mesmerized at the tidal wave of sensation just in the first inch.  He decided to do what he had done before, only mostly backwards.  This time instead of sliding a part in and then pulling a bit back, he slid all the way in and then moved from side to side while still pushing.  Her head moved suddenly and a feral growl came from her throat.

Her eyes flew open and met his.  He paused in mid sway, watching her head shake "NO!" in silent desperation.  He smiled softly and then pushed back in.  The unexpected motion pushed her over the edge and she came hard.  He smiled a bit more and then grabbing her shoulders for leverage, began to pound her pussy swift and hard.

The "fap fap fap fap fap" of his thighs on her ass caused another wave of exctasy to build quick.  She tried to hold back, but all of his teasing had done to her exactly what she had done to him in the building before the disembodied voice: pushed her so close to the limit that once she was orgasming, it was easy for her to simply push over the climax limit again.  She heard him grunt in effort and knew he wasn't too far from his limit either.

"Oohh, fffuuuuucckk!"  He hissed the words out as he reached down underneath and held onto a nipple.  He could not tell which.  With his other hand, he began to alternate between pinching and slapping her clitoris.  He heard her moan, but with both of them building to a quick climax, he wasn't about to stop.  When she realized that he wasn't stopping because of her noise, she moaned louder while using her hands and feet as leverage to push backwards onto him.