A Man of Honor (3 page)

Chapter Four

“Dominic, let’s play tonight. I want to see if you like what I like. I want you to tie my arms behind my back then blindfold me. Then …” she whispered in his ear. His cock immediately responded to her whispered words. He stripped down to his boxers. She stood before him, pushed him back onto the bed, and stripped off one article of her clothing at a time. She was the most seductive woman he’d ever known. His cock grew harder.

The game was just beginning.

He wondered what was next?

She was left wearing a pink bra and a lacy little thong. His cock was standing straight at attention, pushing against the cotton of his dark blue boxers. Her slender hand palmed him, causing him to grin. The teasing had begun.

“Socks next,” she chanted and slid her body down, rubbing her tits against his leg, to remove his dark blue socks. His dick began to ache.  “Fuck,” he moaned.

“Oh, we’re going to fuck,” she said, licking her lips.

He didn’t waste any time as he pulled her up over him, letting her body rest on his. “Black ribbon,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re full of surprises.” He nuzzled her neck.

“You get to do the honors.” She kissed his lips softly. “Remember what we talked about the other day? How we’re going to try new things?”

“And … tying you up is a new thing?” His hands ran over her soft back as he hugged her closer to his body.

“A little, yes,” she said, running her tongue over the stubble on his chin. “It’s what we’re going to do after I’m tied up.”

His cock was aching. Her voice was so low, seductive, and he had no idea what she was leading up to. He’d go with the flow. Since he’d met her, his sexual side was on fire as he waited for each idea she came up with.

She rolled off of him and grabbed the bag of ribbons. “Here, baby, tie my hands behind my back. Then do what you want with me. I’m yours.” She was now on her knees on the bed, almost pleading. Her naughty whispers swirled around in his head, feeding his already rigid cock. 

“Turn around,” he said, sitting up. He tied her hands behind her back and undid the small hooks to her bra. He ran his hand down her slender back. His eyes went to her thong, which did nothing to hide her amazing ass. He licked his lips, letting the words she’d whispered to him moments before swirl around in his head. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, and she gasped. He let his fingers hook into the sides of her flimsy underwear and pulled them down.

“I want these off,” he said softly in her ear.

She nodded. “Please, Dominic, I’m so hot right now thinking about what we are going to do, what I asked of you.” She leaned to her side on the bed as he removed her thong.

“You’re okay? Your arms don’t ache?” he asked.

“No, no, but my pussy does,” she whispered, getting up on her knees again.

He kissed the crevice between her neck and shoulder then ran his hands down over her breasts, rubbing the nipples until they were hard little pebbles. His cock ached.  He bent her forward, allowing her ass to push up into the air, revealing her cunt and ass to him. The lips of her pussy were slick with her juices, and the sight of her tightened his balls. He could see the glistening silver tube laying half out of the bag on the bed next to her. He pulled it out. Cherry flavored lubricant. He bunched up the bag and successfully threw it into the waste paper basket by the bed. He opened the lube, smelled it, and tasted it. Shit, it tasted good … like real fucking cherries.

He wasn’t going to rush this. He was going to enjoy this experience with her. He kissed each cheek of her ass, letting his tongue work little circles along her plump exterior. He used his fingers to gently knead them, and then let his tongue run down the crack until his face was buried in her cunt. He found her clit. She moaned as he sucked it.

“Oh, God,” she sighed as her body quivered.

“Baby, God had nothing to do with this. Worship my tongue. It’s just begun to arouse you,” he murmured against the shaved lips of her pussy.

He sucked at her, licked, and flicked her clit until she was moaning and began begging.

“Please, oh please, baby, my ass.”

He came back on his knees and wiped his mouth, which was dripping with her juices. He picked up the tube of lube and squeezed some onto his fingers. He looked down at her cunt and ass, and slick with need. He spread the cheeks of her ass and pushed a lubricated finger into her.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck,” she said again as he worked his finger into her. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue. He let his saliva run down the crack. Oh, she was ready, so ready.  So was his cock. He moved closer, letting his thighs touch her cheeks, and ran his cock up and down her crack. He pushed his cock into her slit, fucking her cunt hard. His heart was pounding. He was losing it, and his balls were tightening.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she moaned. “Baby, I’m ready, please,” she begged.

“Again, Shauna, beg me for my cock,” he said.

“Please,” she pleaded.

“Please what, baby?” he said, ramming his cock one more time into her cunt.

“My ass, Dominic, fuck my ass!”

He pulled out of her and positioned himself between her cheeks. He slowly pushed. She was so slick with lube and saliva. He slid in easily. She moaned. He pushed farther, feeling the tightness of her muscle and took it slow. He was deep, but his next move would take him deeper inside her.  Then he’d let loose. He pushed. He slid past the tightness and was home. Fuck. She was tight. He began moving.

“Oh, God. Oh, God!” she cried. “Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck my ass!”

She didn’t have to beg anymore. He was inside her, and his movements became harder, deeper.  His cock needed relief.

“Tell me, Shauna. Tell me what you want.” He was so close. Yet he wanted to make sure she was there with him.

“Fuck me hard!” she screamed, pushing against him and moving her hips back and forth, taking him even deeper.

“Come on, baby, I’m close. My cock is aching. I need to fill your ass.”

“Yes, yes, now! Fuck, now!”

He pushed one last time, letting his tight balls release.  His cock jerked; his ejaculation thick and hot as it burst inside of her. She held her head down, the sweat beading up on her body. His brow was damp, along with his body. His cock had taken on a life of its own, still jerking inside of her. He caught his breath. He held her tight. He heard her small cries.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered.

His arms went around her, his cock still deep in her ass. Her body shook ever so slightly.  He realized, so was his. He let his cock slide out of her and undid her arms. They had to ache by now. Having her hurt or made uncomfortable killed him. His sense of possessiveness was strong. His connection to her was growing even stronger.

Chapter Five

Dominic hoped he’d sleep soundly after their love play … and he did, for a while. Unfortunately, there was too much on his mind. He slid quietly from the bed. His bare feet padded across the cool wooden floor then onto the cold tiled bathroom one. He closed the door and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He grinned. He was happy, he really was. She’d cracked him wide open, and if he wasn’t careful, she’d take his heart. Was he ready? After one bad marriage, he was hesitant to allow himself to feel again.

He stood above the john and the stream of hot urine hit the water as he honed his thoughts. He went back over all the events of the last few weeks since Ty had escaped. The bastard had left few clues as to what he was going to do next, but he did leave three bodies in his wake. As always, Dominic became obsessed with this killer and the more he studied the piece of shit, the more information he dug up. He was like a tick embedded deep in the quagmire. How could the local authorities have missed so much? Incompetence. He washed his hands, and then splashed water on his face.

His mind went again to the note he’d left on the bodies of his last three kills. He was taunting them, and now Dominic was taking it on a personal level. Why did the little riddle he left dwell on his mind? He laughed.  He was a criminal investigator with an uncanny ability to get into the mind of a killer. Profiling came naturally. It proved to be quite an asset.

He grabbed his robe from the hook on the back of the door. He quietly returned to the bed. Shauna’s covers had slipped off her, so he covered her then checked the clock. It was 4:45 a.m. He’d had enough sleep. His brain was on overdrive. He slipped the laptop from the foot of the bed, took one last look at the beautiful woman lying there, and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a hazelnut pod, put it in his Keurig, and waited. He’d need some coffee to help him sort out Ty’s little mystery riddle.

He ran the damn riddle around in his brain once again. And that’s when a light went off. Ginger−bread−man. Fuck. Since Ty had written the riddle, Dominic had googled it a few hundred times. Nothing. Then he googled bread−man. Not much to get excited about there either. He left Ginger man for last…The Ginger Man, NYC. Not what he was looking for, so he continued to search through the pages, and there it was … Reno, Nevada
, The Ginger Man; a club for those who needed and wanted something different. Do you want the erotica of both worlds? Try The Ginger Man for that different flavor. 1-900-822-1050.

Finally a direction. It made perfect sense: the homosexual activity in prison, the age of his prey, and the man’s mannerisms. He wasn’t gay. He was bisexual. How had everyone missed that? Dominic saw it from the time he apprehended the man. He sensed the attraction immediately. As always, Dominic made a mental note, and then documented his observation in his computer, adding it to his workup on Ty Forsberg.

Dominic was a patient man. He had to be and in the defense of everyone working on the case, no one had made any connections. Why would they?  Ty had no physical attributes or feminine mannerisms. He also had a devoted girlfriend, Justina Hansen, who was there visiting him as often as allowed. Yet Dominic saw through the facade, but that was his job.

Then a new twist: the notes left on the bodies of his last three victims. Dominic concluded these were a smoke screen and nothing more. He began making notes on his laptop. He had to grin; he had Ty … or did he?

Dominic was always on the defensive.  He had a feeling Ty thought he had him exactly where he wanted him. He had to outsmart the bastard, but his first reaction was to take himself, along with six federal teams, and head toward Reno. Of course, he’d have a swat team, sharp shooters, and six specially trained teams anticipating hostages. After all, Ty was the big bad wolf.

But Ty wasn’t going out that way; he was ready to make a grand exit, taking a few innocents with him. He also wanted Dominic, had from the get-go. Dominic had brought the bastard to justice on a white-collar crime. However, Ty knew Dominic had chipped away at the tip of the iceberg. Like Al Capone, who got himself arrested for tax evasion, a miserly white-collar crime, Ty had been sitting in a federal prison for embezzlement.

He emailed an encrypted message to Inspector Williams. The response was immediate. It was a go, and the outline he sent detailing the next steps was executed. He had twelve hours until he was on a plane to Reno. The end was near. Dominic could sense the urgency of Ty Forsberg.

He needed to stop any additional murders. From what he knew of Ty and what he’d seen as he got into his head, he was waiting. Reno would be the place he’d orchestrate his last big scenario. Dominic ran his fingers through his hair. He stopped thinking and stared ahead. Was he one step ahead of Ty? He had to be.

His thoughts turned to Shauna. He’d have to tell her he’d be out of town by tomorrow. If all went as planned, he wanted her out there with him. He was taking advantage of the situation.  Reno was a city he enjoyed. He wanted to show her around. Vegas was the big draw, but Reno was just as exciting.

He sat waiting, trying hard to keep his level of anticipation low. The encrypted email came. The shit would hit the fan in a little over sixteen hours. He let out a deep breath. He wouldn’t feel secure until Ty was recaptured or dead. Either would suit him fine.

He never heard her. “So did you figure everything out?” she asked, standing in the doorway. Her red hair was a mess as it hung around her shoulders. She had on his white dress shirt, unbuttoned, giving him a peek of her full, tantalizing tits.

“Yes I have. Soon the bastard will be apprehended.” He rose from his chair. “You look fetching. How can you look so damn desirable in nothing but a shirt?” he asked as his eyes raked over her.

“It’s because I’m with you. I feel so damn sexy when I’m with you.”

“Baby, you are sexy,” he said, moving slowly toward her. Her green eyes held a multitude of secrets. He could see it in the way she raised an eyebrow at him and the way her full lips came to an almost smile.

“Mmm, Dominic, I can see you are very interested in me,” she said, her voice low and sexy, luring him.

“I’m more than interested. I’m completely entranced by you. Little one, are you a witch?”

Giggles erupted, bringing a smile to his face. Oh, yes, he loved her playfulness.  He touched the collar of the shirt she wore. His pull was gentle.  She came closer. He gently touched his lips to hers and kissed her. He then took her into his arms and deepened the kiss. One of her long slender legs came up alongside one of his. His large hand grabbed it behind her knee as his other arm pulled her closer. His cock was already hard and ready. But he was in no mood for foreplay; he wanted a hard, simple fuck. He crushed her to him. His kiss demanded more. Her request was right on cue.

“Fuck me, and hard,” she said against his lips.

He let her go and grabbed her by the hair. The first piece of furniture he came to was his dining room table. He bent her over it and undid his robe, letting it slip to the floor. He spread her legs with his and held her by her hair.  He spread her wide, put his cock at the opening to her body, and then ran it up and down the bare lips of her cunt.

“How hard to you want it?” he asked her.

“Oh, fuck, Dominic, shove your cock in me. Oh, God, please!” she begged.

“You want it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, bad. You bastard, fuck me!”

“Mmm,” he said, still rubbing his hard cock in and around her pussy. His other hand still held her head down on the table by her hair. The power he experienced over her filled him. His arousal was at an all-time high. She enjoyed fucking as much as he did and each time they fucked, it only got better.

He spread her as wide as he could and rammed his cock into her. “Fuck!” he yelled.

“Ahhh …!” she screamed. “Yes, yes …”

He rammed into her repeatedly. His body broke out into a sweat; his heartbeat had to be over the top. His balls were full and tightening. “Ah, shit,” he yelled.

“Uh huh,” she whispered.

The dining room table shook as he continued his hard stokes. He finally let go of her hair. His orgasm was seconds away. He drove into her, hard, and went as deep as he could, letting his cock erupt. “Ah, fuck,” he said with all the passion his body was experiencing. He pushed inside her repeatedly as he came. The sensation was always incredible as his cock contracted inside her.

“Oooh, God,” she murmured, and her body froze for a split second as her juices broke loose, and along with his cum, dripped down her legs. Her cunt grabbed his cock, and there was no doubting she’d had an orgasm.

He gently bent over her body. “Holy fucking shit. Baby, you okay?”

“Yes, oh, yes,” she answered breathlessly.

He kissed her bare shoulder then moved her hair aside and kissed her neck. Her body was as slick as his. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I think our love juices are running down your legs.”

“They are. Oh my, Dominic. That was …”

“Yeah, baby, that was,” he said. You couldn’t mistake the hint of humor in his deep voice.

He picked up his robe then bent down and began cleaning in between her legs.  He heard sniffles.

“Hey,” he said. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he said, concern in his voice.

“No, no, it’s just that …”

He folded up the robe and turned her around to face him. “What, baby, what?”

“The way you are, how you can be such a powerful man, take me, dominate me, and then get on your knees and take care of me.”

He pulled her into his arms. Taking care of her came naturally. “How about a shower? Let me take care of you this morning,” he said, holding her close.

She rested her head on his bare shoulder. “You’re off soon, aren’t you?” she asked him.

“Yes. I’ll be on a plane in a few hours, headed for Reno.” Her hold on him tightened.

“Please be careful,” she said quietly.

“I’m always careful. It’s part of my job to be careful, baby,” he said, trying to ease her worry. “When this is over, how would you like to join me in Reno? Could you leave the shop in Emily’s hands for a few days?” Emily was her assistant manager.

“I’d love that. Yes, of course I’ll join you.” She took his hand and led him barefoot and naked across the sleek wooden floors. “Now that shower you promised me?”

He took her hand and let her take the lead.