~ Better than a gold watch ~ {Sprayman }

[Sprayman]

I expected Dominique to fight, or at the very least, to argue! Her acquiescence is a pleasant and exciting surprise! She pushes her jeans down her legs but stops before they get to her knees. I hear her whimper when she tries to use her left hand, so maybe the pain is why she stopped. She asks me to be gentle…

Dropping one knee to the floor, I work her jeans lower, until they start to slide down of their own weight. My face is at the level of her panties and I can see they are damp at the crotch. I can also smell her musky scent, her own unique odor, which I find so intoxicating! Standing back up, I step a little closer and say, “I’ll be very careful with you. Beth got rid of more than just my horny feeling, at least for now!”

Holding her toy in one hand, I slip the other inside the waistband of her panties and down over her mound. She moans softly and I feel a shiver as my middle finger slides lightly over the hood of her clit and on into her hot wet slit. Cupping her closely trimmed cunt, I slide the finger into her channel until it can’t go any deeper!

Leaning a little closer, her breasts press into my chest and I can feel the tightness of her nipples as they press against me. Even through her shirt and bra and my sport shirt, I have no doubt they are fully erect! I can feel tiny contractions as her cunt accepts my finger and then tries to draw it deeper. I start a slow languid stroking motion with my hand that pulls the finger out slightly and then slowly push it back in!

“Tell me when you’re ready for the toy…”

[kimbra_ailis]

Feeling his fingers slide over her skin, her breath caught in her throat. Her body already tensing as she felt his finger come to her slit. She already knew she was soaking wet. Moaning, her eyes closed. Dominique leaned forward against him, her head resting on his shoulder. Her hips were moving with him. At some point her hands moved on their own to the waist of his pants, holding on tightly to the material.
".... eeenough...."
Dominique's breathing is coming in short gasps by the time she leans her body against the wall and pushes against the wall that is his chest. Her body was shaking slightly. She didnt orgasm during the play but her body felt pretty good at the moment. She had almost forgotten about the toy until she felt the cool plastic against bare skin. The plastic is cool against her warm slit and she moans softly. A little more pressure and it slides inside of her sex.
A smile comes to her lips when she feels him pull her pants back up and fasten them. At the moment he could have fucked her and she would not have thought twice about it. Eyes closed she does not argue when he helps her to sit down on the couch. Relaxing back on the couch, a soft moan escapes her lips as she feel the toy shift inside of her.

[Sprayman]

Dominique seems to melt against me as my hand works slowly inside her panties. Her head drops to my shoulder as small quivers move across her skin. I’m amazed that she doesn’t object to what I’m doing but it’s obvious that she is very turned on. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who got a little carried away with Beth’s beating and rape.

She spreads her legs as much as her jeans will allow, grabs hold of my waistband and pulls our bodies together. Her hips work against my hand while small moans escape her lips. We are locked together like that for several minutes before I hear her groan “…enough…” and lean slightly away from me as she releases my waistband. I was so into the moment that I had nearly forgotten the toy.

Taking the oblong with the hand that had been inside her panties; I carefully work it down her slit and gently press it into her channel. Her body is shaking as it slides into her cunt and she moans as it enters her. Adjusting the little pull cord outside of her cunt lips, I pull up the waistband of her panties and then her jeans from around her knees. I button the waistband and zip them closed, and then I take her good arm and help her sit on the couch.

Dominique’s eyes are closed and her breathing is gasping and rapid. She is close to a climax and I haven’t turned the toy on yet. A louder moan comes from her lips as she settles into the couch cushions and then relaxes. There is a smile on her face as she snuggles into the couch.

“Dominique, I have this on the lowest setting and I’m going to turn it on now. I’m going to play with the dial and vary the setting until you tell me to stop. I want to watch you as I turn it on and change the setting, so you will have to tell me to turn it down or off. I want you to enjoy it but I also want play with it.”

Then I press the button to turn it on, wait a second or two and turn the dial up to two…

[kimbra_ailis]

The fact that he was going to turn on the toy did not sink in nearly as fast as he said the words. Sitting on the couch she heard the words over and over in her mind before they sank in. A moment before the toy comes on she tries to tell him no, but her reaction time is effected. She was too slow even thinking of the words. A whimper escaped from her lips but it was a long way off of stop or no.
Dominique moaned and writhed on the couch. Her breathing was already labored and the new stimiluation only made it worse. Closing her legs, made it worse, giving less room for the toy. Her nails dug into the couch repeatedly. Vaugely she had it a mind that she should be digging his back not the cushion.
Sitting or wiggling through four changes in speed, it finally became too much. ".... pppplease.... sssstttttop....enooough..."When he finally did turn it off, she laid struggling to catch her breath. Every movment caused a new shudder to run through her body.
"I... should... be going...." The words were murmered out softly. Honestly she was not sure if she could stand let alone drive.

[Sprayman]

Dominique’s reaction was much greater than I expected. When I turned it on at the lowest setting, she froze, and I didn’t realize that it was too much for her. When I turned the dial to two, she wasn’t still any longer as she began to twitch and claw at the couch. Her face which had been relaxed and smiling faintly now was twisted into a frown or grimace.

Dominique didn’t say stop. All she did was moan and shudder, and I really thought that she was disappointed with the toy, so I turned it to three and then to four. Looking up at her face, I suddenly realize that it is a grimace of pain that I see! Her hissed words “…
Please… stop…” confirm my fears and I try to turn the remote down but my finger slips on the little control knob and I almost drop the remote. Finally I just push the button, turning it completely off.

Dominique looks like she is going to faint. Her face is pale and I can see a sheen of perspiration. She looks ill! As I open my mouth to explain, she says something about going. It’s said so softly I’m not really sure she said it. What I am sure of is that she has no business driving right now but I don’t want to make too big a thing out of the way she looks!

“Dominique, I really don’t think you should drive until the Percocet gets out of your system. They’re pretty strong and you’ve obviously had a rough evening even without the effects of the pill. Why don’t you let me help you upstairs? You can lie down in the spare room and sleep for a couple of hours. If you take a nap, you’ll be fine to drive but right now… I just don’t think driving a good idea right now!”

Standing, I drop the remote in my pocket and extend my hand toward her. “Let me give you a hand and help you up the stairs…”

[kimbra_ailis]

Dominique started to shake her head like she was going to argue but no words came out. Taking his hand, she let him pull her to her feet. Her body eased against his as they started for the stairs. Half way open, and she stiffened slightly. She knew the black clothes hid the blood from sight but she still knew it was there. "I really think I need a shower before laying down... I am a bloody mess still."
In her mind, she had already spent way too much time in the clothes. Normally she would have discarded the clothes and evidence right after the job, but with her injuries she had not been able to do so. Not that it was extremely smart ot run staright to the house of an ex cop. During the entire evening it did not cross her mind that this could be a major mistake to go to a marks house looking for help. The pain was really working agianst her mind today.
Something about this man did that to her. In the last four years she had never bumbled a job like she had with him. Never had she made repeated mistakes when dealing with him. After a couple dozen jobs she thought she had a little experince under her belt. But this last month left her feeling like a first timer. Growling softly,  she pushed the thoughts from her mind for the moment. It would be something to think about later when not under the influence of drugs and pain.

[Sprayman]

For a moment, I think Dominique is going to argue but then she holds out her hand and I pull her to her feet. She leans against me and I put my arm around her as we walk to the stairs. Going up, I’m trying to think of a way to suggest she needs a shower without sounding like I’m just trying to get her undressed. Then I feel her body momentarily stiffen, and she says she needs a shower. I’m happy I kept my mouth shut.

Upstairs, I guide her into my room and into the bathroom. I had the master bathroom upgraded when I bought this place and it has a large shower but no tub. The hall bathroom has an old tub but no shower. Dominique still looks groggy and sways when I let go of her so I sort of lean her against the sink.

“Dominique, I’ll let you do this alone if you insist, but I think you may need some help undressing and my shower is plenty big enough for two. To be honest, that’s the way I told the builder to make it and it’s why there’s no tub in here. I need a shower too and I can help you at the same time. I can’t promise I won’t touch you if I help you but I will promise not to take advantage of you while we shower. If you don’t trust me in the shower with you, at least let me help you undress so you don’t hurt your shoulder again!”

Dominique has her eyes closed as she leans against the sink, her body swaying slightly as I wait for her to answer.

“I don’t know how we’re going to get your shirt off without hurting your shoulder anyway. You always wear tee shirts, so it has to come off over your head. It looks stained, so I suppose we could cut it off and I could add it to my ‘collection’ as you put it. I can always loan you another one of mine…”

[kimbra_ailis]

"It has to be destroyed any way...." At the suggestion of cutting off her shirt, she pulled the knife from her pocket.
"This one will not be going in your collection... All the clothes are getting destroyed" Dominique looked at him when he suggested that it go in his collection. Making sure he got her point. Handing the the knife slowly. "Just get the shirt off of me... and my bra..... I can shower by myself..."
After he cut the shirt, and heled eas the bra off she watched him for a moment until he moved out of the room. She did not argue when he left the door cracked. At the moment she was determined she could do this on her own but that did not mean in five minutes she wasnt going to need help. It took a minute to turn on the water, adjust the temperature, she spent that time getting her pants, panties and socks off.  By the time the water actaully started to run over her skin she felt dioriented and weak. After only a few minutes of leaning against the shower wall, she carefully slide to her knees. She sat there for several minutes, until the water that cicled the drain was no longer pink.
"Hey.... Matt.... "
Dominique hated that he was right but she really did need help. She could only hope he was close enough to hear her calling for him.

[Sprayman]

Dominique says the shirt has to be destroyed and that I can’t keep it for my collection. I don’t think this is the right time to tell her that is what I did to the other shirt and what I plan to do to Beth’s shirt. The only clothes I kept from her first visit were her boots … and the thong I ripped off her! I might even give the boots back. The thong is mine though!

Carefully, I cut the shirt away and drop it on the floor… then the bra. I can see now why she wanted the shower. There’s dried blood on her skin along with scrapes and bruises. Some of the blood might be hers, but not all of it. When she says she can shower alone, I’m more than a little disappointed, but don’t want to push her. After a few seconds, I head into my bedroom and pull the bathroom door almost closed.

I undress except for my boxers and sit on my bed as I hear the shower come on. Then I hear the shower door close and except for the running water everything is quiet for about five minutes. It seems she can manage on her own so I lean back on the pillows and close my eyes. I guess I screwed up badly with her toy. She looked like I had punched her in the gut. She’ll probably dry off and leave soon.

I almost don’t hear her call my name!

Going to the bathroom door, I say “What” but she doesn’t answer. Pushing the door open, I see her through the frosted glass sitting on the floor of the shower stall. “Are you OK?” I can barely hear her reply, “Not really…”

Opening the shower door, still wearing my boxers, I sit down beside her and carefully lift her into my lap, making sure not to jostle her bad arm any more than necessary! Her head leans back and drops on my shoulder and her body seems to melt into mine. I hear her make a soft sound that I’ve heard her make a few times before. It could be a very quiet moan… or a very soft growl… or a purr…!

I’d like to say that holding Dominique’s naked body in my lap had no effect on me, due to my concern for her condition… but I don’t want to tell a lie…!

[kimbra_ailis]

Dominique hated the fact that things were lamost bettwer while he was holding her. Hated to be dependent on someone. In ways it reminded her of years ago when Bryon had first found her. She had promised herself this was not going to happen again. That she was not going to relay on a man to make things right or keep her safe. Yet here she was.
"... Not that it shows at the moment... but I am not normally this bad....."
Closing her eyes she vaugely becomes aware of the fact that she is on his lap. Of the fact that she can feel his hardening reaction to her body. After a moment she shifted slightly, her hand falling onto his lap. The first few touches are almost teasing. After that her fingers curled around his shaft starting a slow rythm.
"Anyone ever tell you that you are instiatable?"
For the most part her body remained limp and relaxed in his arms, her hand and arm the only thing moving. Occasionally a soft moan would escape her lips. Other than those few noises she worked silently. Bringing him close to cumming, the water was beginning to run cool. Whimpering she started to sit up.
"I think its time to get out.... A bed sounds good...."

[Sprayman]

As the shower starts to cool, I’m getting very warm. Dominique’s hand was a real surprise but a very pleasant one! When she began stroking my cock, I would have been happy to stay here all night! Her comment about being insatiable demands a response, but I’m afraid to break the mood. Trying to be too honest is when we had trouble the last time.

Getting to my feet, I lift Dominique with me and hold her with one arm as I turn the water off. Unfortunately, when we stood, she released my cock, but maybe it‘s for the best. I was getting close and our position on the shower floor wasn’t that comfortable. I have to agree that a bed would be much better. First I need to get us dry. I’m not sure Dominique can stand, so I put down the toilet seat and sit her there.

Stripping off my boxers, I grab a towel and wrap it around her. Then I get another and start to dry her legs. When that’s done I try to get most of the water out of her hair. Then I quickly dry myself. When I’m dry, I lift her up and almost carry her into my bedroom.

“Dominique, I’ll put you in the guest room if you insist. I’d rather keep you here with me though. I’m not completely insatiable and I’ll leave you along if that’s what you want. I’m almost afraid to say this, but I’d really like you to finish what you started this time. I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do… and I’ll keep the promise.”

“Can we both use this bed, or do you want me to carry you to the guest room?”

[kimbra_ailis]

"Your bed is fine...." Dominique rested her head on his shoulder as he walked her into the bedroom. Once he sat her down on the bed she laid down on her right shoulder. Laying on the bed, her front was almost at the edge of the bed, forcing him to lay behind her. After he laid down she moved to lay her back agianst his chest. Her left hand was kept protectively close to her body.
A soft purr escaped her lips feeling him press agianst her. Her fingers slide down her own body, between her legs, to lightly caress his shaft. Essentailly trapping his erection between her fingers and her sex. Finally she shifted a little bit so she could better have access to him to finish what she started a few minutes earlier in teh bathroom.

[Sprayman]

Dominique settles into my bed, lying on her right side. I walk to the foot and slide in behind her and she snuggles back against me. Her body is warm and feels wonderful as it presses against mine from my shoulders to my feet. I put one arm across her stomach below her injured arm and carefully pull her tighter .My cock is more or less in the crease of her ass and thighs.

I feel her part her legs slightly and her hand envelopes my cock again bringing it between her thighs and then pressing it into her slit. My cock is trapped, pressed against her hot wet slit and her hand. I’m having trouble breathing! The sensation is incredible!

Then she begins a slow stroking motion and the sensation gets even better. I can hear the soft sound again… almost soundless… more like a vibration. I swear she’s purring like a contented cat! My breathing gets faster and the tightness starts in my balls. I’m about to cum again. I start moving slightly, drawing my cock back and forth between her thighs. I’m nearly there… and the head of my cock slips into her channel. Not deeply, only an inch or so, but it enough to push me over the edge. I cum and the spurts are into her slit and the entrance of her channel.

Reaching behind my, I get the towel that I had wrapped around my waist when I got into bed. I gently put it over her wonderful stroking hand and close my eyes in bliss…!

[kimbra_ailis]

Feeling him slide inside of her that couple of inches, her body tenses at the unexpected invasion. It surprised her how good it felt. Her breath catching in her throat. After only a moment she moans, continuing to finger and play until he stops twitching.  Finally letting her hand drop to the bed, its covered in a mixture of her wetness and his cum. Closing her eyes, she wiggles a little bit against him. A faint smile on her lips a she closes her eyes.
Morning comes too quickly for Dominique. Coming awake she lays perfectly still for a few minutes letting her mind wake up. She is still aware of his warm body cradling hers. Things are a little fuzzy on how she let this happen  but after a moment decides it does not matter. Carefully sliding out of her bed trying not to wake him. Once her feet are on the floor she takes slow steps to avoid squeaky spots. In the bathroom she picks up her pants, wiggling them up over her hips the underwear, bra and shirt she simply carries out with her. At the last moment she grabs a towel to take with her.
Sneaking out of the bedroom, she stops in the door way remembering her remote to her toy is on the night stand. After a small debate she turns and leaves it. Once down stairs she puts on her boots, picks up her bag from the kitchen. At the front door she wraps the towel around her chest before making a quick dash to her car in the driveway. Climbing in she grabs a shirt from the back seat, pulling it over her head. Her shoulder still aches a bit but its not that bad.   
The morning she spends switching rental cars and new IDs. The gun she had taken from the job went into a storage locker, as well as the gun she had used on the job. They would have to cool out for a week or two. Later in the afternoon she switches hotels yet again. It was things that should have been done the night before but she had not got around to. After another shower she got rid of the clothes from the night before. By time she was done with her errands for the day it was nearly 6 pm. After teh day before and short night, she decided to call it an early night.

[Sprayman]

Before I open my eyes, I know she’s gone. I woke once during the night when she shifted her body and groaned in her sleep. She must have moved her bad arm but not enough to wake her then. Now, the warm spot in front of me isn’t warm any more. She managed to slip out of my bed and my arms without waking me. A little hurt, for no real reason, I pull on gym shorts and go downstairs to see if she’s there, but the house is empty.

Picking up Beth’s mini thong and shirt, I put them in the trash, and the drink glasses in the sink. Start the coffee pot, then upstairs for a shower and shave. Standing in the shower stall, my mind goes back to the night before, and I find myself getting hard. Dominique called me insatiable last night. Maybe she’s right, at least where she’s concerned. I wonder if I’ll ever see her again! God, I hope so.

I still have Dominique’s guns and throwing knives, so maybe I will!

After my shower, I notice the remote for her toy, still on the night table, and an idea that has wandered through my mind for a few days suddenly takes hold. I have the remote and her guns and I have to believe I’ll see her again. When I do, I’m going to have a surprise for her! Picking up the phone, I call an old friend from the force, a man named Ron, who likes to play with model airplanes.

~ Saturday afternoon ~

Driving to Ron’s house, I stop at an adult book store and make a couple of fast purchases, and then continue on. Ron looks at what I’ve bought and then we go into his hobby room. He does a few tests and says he thinks he can make my idea work but it will cost about $50. I give him the fifty and tell him about my new job. We talk for a few minutes, then he says to call him Monday evening and he’ll let me know if it will work.

~ Monday ~

Monday morning, I report to my new job. The day flies by as I get overloaded with information and paperwork. My boss is the Security Director for this branch and he tells me that tomorrow, I should wear jeans and a casual shirt as we will be doing some outdoor training. He will do the training himself and explain my ‘area of responsibility’ to me! Whatever the hell that means!

On the drive home Monday afternoon, I call Ron and he tells me to come by after supper. He has something to show me. What he has is Dominique’s new toy!

Now all I have to do is wait until I see her again…!