Urban Prey (12 page)

“I…” she began.

She never finished whatever she’d begun to say. He gathered her into his arms and pulled her close, silencing her with a kiss. She resisted for all of half a heartbeat, and then her arms were around his neck and she was kissing him back, clumsily, hungrily, desperately.

He felt drunk. He felt as if she wanted to devour him as much as he wanted to devour her. He wanted to rip her clothes off of her and throw her down on the floor. He regained control of himself with an enormous effort. Elizabeth was still clinging to him, kissing his mouth, his chin, his cheeks, any part of his face that she could reach while he fumbled open the buttons of her suit jacket. She let go only long enough for him to shuck it off of her. His hands went to the buttons of her blouse while her arms went around his neck again. She didn’t try to kiss him again, but she was huffing and gasping as if she’d just run a marathon. She kicked off her high heels while he struggled with tiny buttons that seemed to squirm out of his grasp. Frustrated lust overcame his self-control for the moment. He ripped her blouse open and roughly yanked it down off of her shoulders, breaking her grip on him.

He stopped. She stood in front of him, panting and blowing. The blouse was pulled down around her waist, trapping her arms. Her hair was disheveled, her mouth slackly opened.
He’d read in her file that she’d done runway modeling when she was younger. He had expected her to have a body typical of that type, tall and willowy. She was not willowy at all. Full, round, ripe breasts strained against the material of her bra. He inhaled deeply. It took a lot of expensive tailoring to camouflage such an abundance of lovely flesh. He pulled down her bra straps, more gently this time. She stood still for him, but as he bared her to her waist she looked down and away to her right, still breathing heavily. His hands went to her breasts of their own accord, caressing them, hefting the soft weights gently. Her nipples were dark. They stood out stiffly, pointing slightly outwards and upwards. He took one of them in his mouth and she moaned. She pressed herself against him, thrusting her breast against his mouth. He could feel her shuddering from the carnal intensity of it all.

He felt drunk again. He pulled his mouth away from her nipple. His tongue was tingling from the taste of her. He had to take another deep breath. She stood still, waiting for whatever he would do next, her shoulders thrown back, her chin lifted, her mouth opening and closing as if she was a fish out of water. She had put herself entirely under his control, but the nearness of her kept threatening to destroy whatever control he had left over himself. This wasn’t the way he had planned things to go.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of her thick mane of hair. He pulled her close for another harsh kiss. She whimpered and moaned, but she opened her mouth for his tongue. That drunken feeling came roaring back. He had wanted to go slowly, teasing her and arousing her unmercifully, but that just wasn’t going to work if every time he kissed her or touched her some primitive part of his brain fought to burst free and seize control. He half-carried, half-dragged her into the bedroom and threw her down on the bed. She squirmed and moaned as he stripped the rest of her clothes from her body. Her panties were the last to go. He ripped them away as if they were made of tissue paper. Lying on her back, she raised her arms over her head and raised and parted her knees for him. She was panting and whining now, her full, round hips making slow, small circles on the bed.

He managed to get his coat and jacket and shoes off, strewing them across the floor. Any more would take too much time. He unbuckled and unzipped his pants before he leaped onto the bed and mounted her. Her back arched as he thrust himself inside of her. Her eyes were shut tight. Her lips drew back, baring her clenched teeth in a grimace very like a snarl. He held her down with his hands on her shoulders as he plowed into her
hard
again and again and
again.
He heard her crying out. The sound seemed to come from a faraway place. All that mattered now was the feel of her under him, the smell of her, so close, and the deep, constant, rhythmic action of his hips as his cock thrust in and out of the female’s tight, warm, slippery pussy. He heard a deep, repetitive animal grunting and realized it was coming from him. Beneath him, the female writhed and moaned, her head tossing from side to side, her eyes still shut tight. Then she shuddered violently and let out a long, piercing shriek. The next thing he remembered he was lying on top of her, letting her body take all of his weight. He felt sated, he felt exhausted, and he still felt a little drunk. Elizabeth’s face was inches from his. A fine sheen of sweat highlighted her features in the weak light filtering in through the drapes. Her mouth sagged open. He could hear her breathing. From time to time her mouth would shut for a brief moment. Then it would open again with a ragged gasp. Her eyes were closed.

Chapter Nine

Ron sat in the cool, dim stillness of the Female’s hotel suite. He felt completely relaxed for the first time in a long while. Or, maybe it was just approaching exhaustion. He would have liked some hot coffee about now, but he had to content himself with a can of orange juice from the honor bar.

He also had to content himself with one of the bathrobes provided by the hotel. It was powder blue, and meant for a smaller man, but it was better than nothing. He finished off the juice. He wanted to look at the Female again. She wasn’t Elizabeth Anne, or even just Elizabeth to him any more. She’d taken on a new identity in his mind, all curves and warmths and hungers. Maybe some day he’d be able to put a name to all those things, but for now ‘The Female’ fit well enough. He put down the empty can, stood up, and walked into the darkened bedroom. He turned on the light and looked down on the Female, all five feet, ten and three-quarter inches of her. She was lying on her back, spread-eagled, and held in place by scarves that bound her wrists and ankles to the bed frame. Another scarf gagged her, and yet another blindfolded her. She stirred slightly when the light came on. There was enough slack in her bonds to allow a little movement. He waited for a moment, but after that first movement she was still. Her breathing was slow and regular. She was asleep.

He looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost two in the morning. He would have to be leaving soon. It would be a long walk back to his apartment. Lisa was probably asleep in her own bed now. It wouldn’t be right to wake her.

He looked back at the Female, starting with her long, strong, shapely legs and moving up to her hips. Just below the sweet softness of her belly was a triangle of curly hairs a shade darker than the hair on her head. The Female didn’t go in for shaving or artsy trimming. Nestled between her legs were the plump, pink lips of her pussy.

Her waist curved in sharply above her hips. His eyes strayed to her breasts with their sensitive brown nipples. In the light they were every bit as big and full as they had felt in his hands. He had his own categories for breast sizes: Titties, teats, breasts and boobs. They corresponded roughly to A, B, C and D cups. The Female’s were definitely breasts, tending towards boobs. He had an urge to fondle and kiss them again.

She was the same light tan all over. Her skin had the texture and feel of sun-warmed silk. The longer he stood there, just looking at her, the more he wanted her again. But this was a case of the spirit being willing but the flesh not being up to the job. He had taken her three times tonight. The first time had been that crazed, desperate fumbling and grabbing and plowing while she clung to him with her arms and her legs, trying to pull him deeper into her. The next two times had been after he’d tied her down. He’d brought the scarves himself, stuffed into the pockets of his coat. She’d been as visibly excited by that as she’d been that first time. For their third bout, he had teased and tickled her, taking pleasure in arousing her with his hands and listening to her moans. Now he was worn out. He needed a good rest and maybe a bushel of oysters for breakfast. At least now he could be near her and still manage to think with some clarity.
He gathered up his clothes and got dressed. He checked himself in the mirror before he sat down on the bed to wake her. He removed the gag first, and then the blindfold. He kissed her awake while one of his hands squeezed one of those spectacular breasts gently. The Female stirred and moaned weakly. He knew the exact moment when she came awake. Her eyes flew open and her arms and legs jerked against her bonds.

“Sssshhh…” he kissed her again. She relaxed and made a contented purring noise as she kissed him back. He had to make an effort to break the kiss. He sat up and looked her over again. Spread and bound, her magnificent body was an invitation…no: It was actually more like a demand. She moved her hips suggestively.

“I have to go soon,” he told her.

“I want to see you again,” she said. Her voice was low and husky. She licked her lips. She was probably thirsty.

“You will, but you must do what I tell you.”

“Tell me!” She smiled.

He took the prepaid cell phone out of his coat pocket. He held it up for her to see.

“Keep this with you,” he said. “Wait for my call.” He put it on the nightstand.

Still smiling, she nodded. “I will,” she said. “Will you call me soon?”

“What comes next will be very difficult for you,” he warned. It wasn’t an answer to her question.

She blinked at that. Her smile faded. It was replaced by a look of resolution. “I know,” she said.
“Good,” Ron nodded. “I’m going to untie one of your hands. You’ll have to free yourself the rest of the way.”

“Where are you going?”

“It’s a long walk back to where I live,” he replied.

She looked at the clock on the nightstand, then back at him. “It’s late,” she said. “It might not be safe, even for you. Why not call for a taxi instead?”

He’d never thought of that. He’d seen taxis all the time while he was here in the city and somehow it never occurred to him to use one.

“Are they still running at this hour?”

“Yes,” she nodded her head. “The hotel will call one for you if I ask them. Just pick up the phone, dial ‘0’ and hold the receiver up to my ear.”

He hesitated.

“Please,” she said. “Let me get you a taxi. The police might stop you if they see you out at this hour.”

That was another thing he hadn’t considered. He’d been living out in the country for too long.

***

The weather had deteriorated. It was still snowing, but now the snow was mixed with rain. Taking a cab had been a good idea, even if it took him almost as long to ride home as it would have for him to walk. He paid the cabbie, threw in a generous tip, and walked quickly into his apartment building. His own apartment was on the third floor. The building was old and there was no elevator. By the time he reached his door he was feeling very tired indeed. Once he closed and locked the door behind him, he shed his coat on the way to the bedroom, draping it over the couch. He vaguely remembered laying his suit jacket down on the battered old dresser. He lay down, intending to rest for a moment and then later get undressed for bed. But somehow he never got around to it.

***

There was no knocking on the door to wake him early in the morning. When he opened his eyes and rolled onto his side, he could see bright daylight coming through the window. He blinked. He could hear traffic outside, the usual engine noises and honking horns. Somewhere in the distance a car alarm was being ignored.

He swung his legs out off of the bed and sat up. He wanted some coffee first, and then breakfast. He looked at the clock. Okay, it would be an early lunch, not breakfast. First things first. He made his way to the bathroom.

While the eggs and bacon were frying, he called Lisa’s number. She answered right after the first ring.

“Were you just sitting around waiting for my call?” he joked.

“As a matter of fact, I was,” she replied. “I don’t know what you said to her, but even from across the room I could tell she was getting…let’s say ‘interested’. When you two left, the way she was walking was turning guys’ heads all over the place.”

“I didn’t know we attracted so much attention.”

“You weren’t drawing the attention,” Lisa corrected him. “She was. I’ll bet none of the men could describe you if their lives depended on it.” She chuckled wickedly. “I’ll bet a lot of the women there could describe you pretty good, though.”

“How soon can you get over here?” Ron asked.

“Forty-five minutes okay?”

“Sure. I have some things I want to go over with you for tonight.”

“You know, I kept waiting for you to call me for a ride when you were done. I finally gave up at three in the morning and went to bed. You two fall asleep or something?”

“You’d really love to hear all about it, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I would!” Lisa was emphatic. “You gonna tell me?”

“You’ll have to come over here to find out.”

“In that case, give me thirty minutes.”

***

It actually took her only twenty-eight minutes to get there. He heard a knock on his door, and peered through the peephole to see who it was. He saw Lisa standing in the hallway, looking pert and pretty in her usual ponytail and jeans. Her coat looked new. Maybe she’d done a little shopping on her own. She was holding another bag from the bakery on the corner. He unlocked the door and let her in.

“I see you’re learning about life in the big city,” she commented as she breezed in. She handed him the bag and shucked off her coat. She had indeed been doing some shopping. The top she wore was new as well, and more suited to summer than winter. It was white, cut low in front and held up by fragile-looking spaghetti straps. It also fit her rather loosely, but from its cut, it looked like it was supposed to do that. It had frills along the edges.

“Like it?” she twirled around once for him. He noticed that she was wearing boots today. They looked new as well.

“Very nice,” he nodded. “It suits you. But isn’t it a little chilly?”

She laughed. “If it wasn’t for all this stuff,” she flipped a frill with her forefinger, “You’d be able to see just how chilly it is. I saw it on a discount rack and I just couldn’t resist.” She looked up at him. Her smile was dazzling, her eyes bright. “So, tell me…how did it go? The last I saw of you two was when you got on the elevator together.”