Urban Prey (13 page)

“It went very well,” Ron answered. “You want some coffee?”

Lisa’s face fell. “No,” she said. “I want details. What did she look like, what did she feel like, what did she taste like…”

“I should have brought a video cam with me?” he cut her off.

“Well, no.”

“Come on into the kitchen. I’ll need some things for tonight, and I need you to set everything up for me.”

“Can you at least tell me something?” she asked plaintively as she followed him into the kitchen. “I brought donuts.”

“Did you bring the other stuff I asked for?”

“Oh. Yeah.” She retrieved a brown paper bag out of her coat pocket and handed it to him. He looked inside. There was a pair of handcuffs and a black ball gag. He took the bag with him.
“Look,” he said as he sat down at the table. “I appreciate all the help you’ve been to me, but I think you’ve been fibbing to me all along.”

“What do you mean?” Lisa sat down opposite him. She bent over as she sat. For an instant, he had a nice view of her sweet little pink-nippled teats.

Ron smiled. “You’re very good at acting innocent,” he told her. “But I know an act when I see one. And thanks for the show just now, by the way.”

She started to say something, but stopped. She smiled at him as if they were sharing a secret. “So…” she licked her lips. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. I’m sure you have some questions for me. I’ll answer them if you answer some of mine. That’s fair, isn’t it? Tit for tat?”
“First off,” he leaned forward. Lisa didn’t back off. “You told me when we met that you were into girls. You are, but that’s not where it ends, is it?”

“No, it isn’t.” Her smile was smug. “I’m into guys too, sometimes. Now, you answer me one. What was she like? Some people were sure she’d be an ice queen.”

“There’s nothing icy about her,” Ron answered. “I think she acts the way she does in public for her own protection. My turn. Why the act? Why keep trying to push my buttons?”

Her smile faded. “I heard so much about you,” she said. “You’re the best, and all that, brought in to get the ungettable. I guess I was a little bit curious. I wanted to see if I could get a rise out of you.”

“That wasn’t very professional.”

“No, I guess it wasn’t,” she admitted. She cocked her head to one side and looked up at him. “But can you blame me?”

“I’m going to take that as one of your questions,” Ron said. “I suppose I can understand it, but after your little peepshow I’m afraid you’ve crossed the line.”

She paled. “You’re going to report me?”

“No,” he replied. “You’re very good at what you do, and you’ve been a big help to me. I’m still going to need your help tonight. But if you’re going to work for me, you’ll have to remember that I’m the boss.”

“Okay,” she nodded quickly, smiling.

“It’s not that easy.” He held up a finger and her smile faded away. “Go into the bedroom,” he ordered, “And take off your clothes. After you’ve done that, put these on.” He took the handcuffs from the bag and laid them on the table. “After you’ve done that, call me.”

She looked down at the cuffs and back up at him. She gulped. “You’re serious,” she said.
“Do it. Now.”

She jumped up as if the chair had just shocked her and scooped the handcuffs up off of the table. Then she hesitated, looking at him worriedly.

“Go!” he barked. She fled the kitchen. He heard the bedroom door close and poured himself another cup of coffee. She’d been angling for something like this from their first meeting. Well, now she’d get it. It ought to satisfy her curiosity, and it should also help to take the edge off of him. Ever since he’d woken up this morning, all he’d been able to think about was the Female. Memories of her had haunted him: How she looked, all curves and bounties, how she felt, warm and soft and yielding under his hands, how she sounded, whimpering and moaning through the gag as he took her…he shook his head to clear it. He held up a hand. It was trembling a little.

“Mr. Smith?” Lisa’s voice sounded very small through the bedroom door. “I’m…I’m ready.”

He took a deep breath and went to the bedroom. When he swung the door open, he saw Lisa standing naked by the foot of the bed. She looked worried. She stood slightly bent over, as if cringing. He saw her clothes lying scattered on the bed. Her boots lay on the floor. She’d drawn all the drapes in the room.

“Stand up straight,” he ordered. She obeyed. He noticed that her pussy was shaved, so there was no way to tell if her dark blonde hair was real or a dye job. She looked very cute standing there wearing nothing but a worried look.

“Turn around,” he told her. “Slowly.”

She obeyed again, holding her cuffed hands up so he could get a view of her round little ass. He thought that was something she’d been taught to do. She had nice legs, long and slender. Her skin was creamy white, her nipples deep, deep pink. Maybe the blonde hair was natural after all. When she turned to face him again, her head was down. He could see that she was blushing. He reached out and gripped her by her ponytail. He hauled her out into the living room. She protested wordlessly.

He sat down on the chair and laid her across his lap. She struggled a little, but he didn’t think her heart was in it. She put up only a token resistance when he stuffed the ball gag into her mouth. He buckled it tightly in place. She was squirming now. She had to know what was coming. He ran the palm of his hand across her rump, gently. There were springy muscles there under the soft white skin.

He gave her no warning before his first hard slap on her backside. She yelped around the ball gag. Her hands moved to cover her ass. That was probably not something she’d been taught to do. He pulled her hands away, pinning them almost between her shoulder blades, and spanked her again, just as hard. She jerked and yelped again. He knew it had to sting. She probably didn’t realize that he was holding back a little, so she could still drive for him tonight. He brought his hand down again. Her white skin was turning red where he’d smacked her. Now she was whimpering and trembling. It was probably an act. He brought his hand down a little harder.

He gave her eight hard swats in all, four on each round cheek. Towards the end, she was struggling furiously to protect her ass. She was unsuccessful. After the eighth spank, he paused to let her wonder if he was done or if he was just toying with her. When she turned her head to look at him, he smiled at her and started to bring his hand down again. She flinched and yelped around the gag, but he didn’t strike. Instead, he placed her gently on the floor, face-down, and knelt down behind her. He found the throw rug was rough and scratchy.

“Get your ass up,” he ordered. She obeyed. The only sound she made was a whimper as he spread her legs with his hands and ran his fingers over her bald little pussy. Then he thrust a finger inside of her. She whined and squirmed, but she was as wet and ready as he thought she would be. She whimpered again when she heard him unzip his jeans. He moved a little closer to her, then gripped her by her hips and pulled her upwards and towards him. Her head was turned to one side, so he could see that her eyes were shut tight. He was hard and ready.

She squirmed and squealed as he shoved his cock into her. She was tight, but so wet that he slid in easily inside. Then as he pulled her even closer, impaling her even more deeply, he felt her shudder, and she whimpered again.

He began to fuck her, moving hard and fast inside her pussy, slamming his belly against her upturned ass with each powerful stroke. If she came, so be it, but this was intended to show his dominance, not to give her pleasure. He rammed into her again and again, making her body quiver with each impact. She was panting noisily through her nose.

Last night had taken something out of him. She felt pleasantly warm and tight and slippery around his cock, but release was a long time in coming. He gripped her hard while he grunted and jerked and moaned. For a long moment after he was done, he still held her in place. Now he could feel tremors running through her pussy and her body. Her eyes were still closed, but the noises she was making sounded pleased and content. He took the handcuff key from his shirt pocket and freed her hands. Her wrists were bruised from the hard steel cuffs. He let go of her and stood, pulling up his jeans and zipping them, while she slumped onto the rug and lay still.

“Get up,” he ordered. She stirred weakly. It took her a long time to get up on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder at him. She looked tired…no, sleepy. Her eyes were only half-open.

“Get up,” he repeated. “You know where the bathroom is. Go get cleaned up and come back out here. Don’t bother about your clothes for now. You can wrap a towel around yourself if you want.”

She was struggling slowly to her feet when he went back into the kitchen. He needed more coffee. One of the donuts she’d brought would go well with it.

***

Lisa was very subdued when she finally crept out of the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her, and she was still wearing the ball gag. He realized that he hadn’t told her she could remove it. Apparently she didn’t want to take any chances now.

“You can take that off,” he said, pointing towards her mouth. Her face had a look of relief as she reached behind her head with both hands to unbuckle the gag. The towel slid down onto the floor. She let it stay there until she’d pried the ball out of her mouth. She worked her jaws for a moment before she moved his way and handed him the gag. Then she went back and picked up the towel and wrapped it around herself again. When she had her back to him, he saw that he’d spanked her harder than he’d intended. Her ass was still a vivid red. Obviously she was one of those women who mark easily. Sitting down gingerly on the couch, she winced.

“Do we understand each other now?” he asked.

She nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir,” she said. It looked as if she was going to say something more, but the moment passed.

“Good. You want some coffee?”

“Please,” she replied.

“All right then, in the kitchen.”

“In the kitchen?” she grimaced.

“And why not?”

“Well, cause my ass is sore. This couch will feel a whole lot better than those wooden chairs.”

“Geez,” he smiled. “Isn’t that too bad? Come on.”

Lisa winced again and followed him into the kitchen where she settled into one of hard wood chairs at the kitchen table.

“How about this?” Ron suggested. He held up a pillow that she gladly accepted.

“Aaaaahhh, yes…better,” she almost smiled as her red rump enjoyed the soft feel of the pillow. “Can I speak freely for a moment? Sir?”

“Of course,” Ron poured her coffee then sat down in the opposite chair.

“I really deserved that,” she said. “I should have known better.” Head down, she peered up at him. Her eyes were contrite. “But I have to tell you…I’m almost tempted to push your buttons again.” She shivered. “It wasn’t that…fierce…even in training. I felt like you were going to split me open. I haven’t come so hard in a long time.” She shivered again, her hands still shaky as she picked up her coffee mug.

“After this is all over, maybe we can talk about it,” he said. “There’s a cabin I know, way out in the woods. You can make as much noise as you want without disturbing the neighbors.”

She looked uncertain. She licked her lips. “I’m not sure…” she began.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “That was just to reinforce your training. You’re smart and efficient and very cute, but you’ve got to work on your attitude. Are we clear on who’s the boss now?”
“Yes, sir.” She took a sip of her coffee, holding the mug in both hands.

“Good. I’m going to need some things for tonight. Can you get your hands on a stretch limo? Not a big one.”

“I think so,” Lisa nodded. “I can even drive it, if you want.”

“I want,” he said. “I also need some things arranged ahead of time at the Office. I want you to handle that too.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good. This is pretty important.”

Chapter Ten

After Lisa left his apartment to run the errands he’d given her he looked at the kitchen clock. It was later than he’d thought. He got his cell phone. The Female was already on speed dial. When he heard the phone he’d given her ringing, he had a sudden nervousness he hadn’t felt since high school.

She answered after the second ring: “Hello?” She sounded a little nervous too.

“It’s me,” he said. “You got yourself free without too much trouble then?”

“Ah…” she hesitated. Her voice grew huskier. “Actually, it wasn’t all that easy.”

“You’re coming with me tonight,” he told her. “I’ll be coming to pick you up in a limo.”

“What time?” She sounded eager.

“Eight o’clock,” he answered. “You won’t be going back to your hotel for several days. You’d better let them know, and make arrangements.”

“I will.”

“There’s more,” he said. “Here’s what you have to do.”

She listened to his instructions without interrupting, but he heard her breathing quicken. “Did you get all that?” he asked when he was finished.

“Yes…yes, I did,” she said. She sounded nervous…or maybe eager. It was probably both.

“Eight o’clock,” he repeated before hanging up. He looked up at the kitchen clock again. In a little over six and a half hours, he’d find out for sure if
The Female
was going to go through with it. He was pretty sure that she would, he certainly hoped so.

He reviewed what he had done with Lisa earlier. From the beginning, he’d had the feeling that she was trying to get a rise out of him. He’d never had a woman as part of his team before, though, so he hadn’t been sure. She’d been helpful and efficient from the beginning, which inclined him to give her the benefit of the doubt until that morning. When he’d asked her to bring him the handcuffs and ball gag, she’d probably thought that they were intended for The Female. In fact, he’d intended them for Lisa all along, just in case. Tonight, he was going to bring The Female to his lair…well, to his borrowed lair. He didn’t think that she was completely at ease about it, even after their long strenuous night together. He worried that Lisa would throw sand in the gears with some careless act or comment. The way she’d been acting, that seemed a real possibility – even if she didn’t do it deliberately. And then her little peepshow earlier had given him more reason for concern.