~ Better than a gold watch ~ {Sprayman }

[Sprayman]

I can feel Dominique’s body tense even after my warning! Her ass clenches and the ring of muscle around my cock tightens dramatically, painfully so! Then I hear her words … tighten the belt… and it hits me!

…a gasper…!

The belt is helping her relax!

A couple of years ago, I arrested a whore who had a plastic bag in her purse. I thought she might have it with her to huff model glue but she explained about wearing it over her head during sex. She said it made it easier to cope with her job and some of the johns!

So I slowly pull the belt tighter until I hear her making a soft mewing sound and feel the iron grip on my cock ease a little. I’m not sure I understand how or why it works, all I know is… it does! The whore told me it caused a buzz and let her mind wander away from reality for a while. It seems to affect Dominique like that, as her muscles go from rigid to pliant again.

Enough so I can withdraw a little and then press in again. Out a little… in a little. Only withdrawing a half inch before I push back in! My mind is working along with my body. If the belt and lack of air distracts her, maybe I can distract her even more another way. Keeping the moderate tension on the belt with one hand, I reach under her stomach and cup her cunt with the other. My middle finger slides between the lips of her sex and finds the nub of her clit.

Let’s see if this distracts her more… as I press and lightly rub the little bundle of nerves at the top of her slit!

[kimbra_ailis]

There was a slight moment of panic as she felt the belt tighten but she quickly relaxed. Letting her thoughts drift from him fucking her ass to her own body and breathing. She was not sure what was so different about anal that left her gasping for air. Dominique's attempted to try to keep her breathing under control. Feeling him start to slide in and out was not helping her breathing but she did not give up.
A moan escapes her lips as he she feels him begining to play with her slit. It makes her very aware of how wet she was. Her body shuddered. She was not sure what he was planning but she ws not sure if she really wanted him to continue. She started to wiggle slightly like she considered trying to get away butt here was no where to go. Dominique tried to tell him to stop but the words didnt come out.

[Sprayman]

As my finger slides over her clit, I realize that she is very wet and I can feel her quivering. A long soft moan comes from her mouth as my finger presses into her cunt, then she draws a couple of gasping breaths. The belt is tight but she can still get some air. No more words… nothing to tell me to tighten or loosen the belt. Since she can breathe, she can talk... if she wants to...

I feel her body wiggle and for a moment, it seems she is trying to move away, but then it seems she is pressing her cunt harder into my hand. I’m not sure if she likes what I’m doing, but I don’t feel or hear anything to indicate she doesn’t like it either. All I’m sure of is the belt constraining her breathing is making this possible.

My mind leaves Dominique and centers on my own pleasure. The heat of her shin, the glove tight tube around my cock, the pressure growing in my stomach as my balls tightens again. And yes, I have to admit, the feeling of power over her as I take something she doesn’t want to give. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before and it’s adding a new dimension to the sex.

Slowly, I increase the length of my thrusts. What started as half inch movements soon become an inch… then two! I don’t hurry this time. I’m more in control and I continue to rub her clit as my strokes get longer. Her cunt is dripping wet, so I slide my finger into her channel and rub her clit with my thumb. I can feel contractions as her vaginal muscles try to grip my finger.

I still can’t tell if she likes what I’m doing with my hand, but she isn’t fighting and she hasn’t told me to stop!

[kimbra_ailis]

Dominique tried hard to ignore him playing with her. She actaully bites her tongue to retstrian from trying to tell him to stop again. Earlier she had told him "stop", "go fuck yourself", and begged him. None of it had helped any. There was no reason for her to continue that if she was only going to further humilate herself or force him into punishing her. So instead she tried to send her mind away from this experince. It was not nearly as easy as it was during yoga or meditation.
As his movements lengthen she finds all of her thoughts agian turning to what he is doing to her. At least this time there is not complete panick. Feeling his finger slide into her sex, she cannot help but let out a soft moan. Her body shuddered again. She tried to ignore how her body felt. The fact that her body was almost begging for more. For a moment she started to struggle again, but it did not last long before she settled back into the mattress

[Sprayman]

My interest in Dominique’s response fades as my own pleasure increases. Her quivering and contractions only serve to push me closer to my climax. I’m still in control but my thrusts begin to lengthen and speed up as my body climbs toward its crescendo! My right hand also speeds up as it moves in and out of her cunt. Two fingers drive into her channel now, while my thumb works her clit. My fingers inside her cunt add to the sensations that my cock feels as it slides faster and faster, in and out of her ass. I’m adding to my own pleasure now and anything Dominique feels is secondary!

Her moans and movements push me to my peak. My thrusts are shorter now but much quicker as my balls tighten and prepare to deliver another load of cum! My hips smash into her ass quicker and quicker, pushing her forward. My right hand pushes back as I drive it harder and deeper into her cunt.

Hips push her forward… hand pulls her back! Faster and faster!

I’m seconds away from a massive climax! I can feel my cock twitch and throb as the final moment approaches! I hear my own moan as the pleasure peaks!

[kimbra_ailis]

Soft noises escapes her lips as his movements really become more hurried and desprate. The last few minutes her body spent on the edge of release. Feeling like at any minute it was going to happen. It didnt happen before, but left ehr body shaken to the core.  Dominique's breath was ragged and her body shaking by the time she felt his last thrust. Her body compeletely collapes back onto the bed. After a minute she wiggles her head just for a moment to signal he can let go of the belt.
Taking a deep breath she waited for her body to stop shaking. Closing her eyes for a few minutes. Wiggling slightly she tried to ease him out of her before the discomfort and pain could start. A sharp gasp escapes her lips just before she relaxes. Her hopes are not high that he is done with her. She is praying that is but she is not holding her breath.

[Sprayman]

My climax is massive and seems to go on forever! My last thrust buries my cock deep in her body as the cum erupts from my balls and sprays jet after jet far up into her ass! I almost pass out from the intensity. The fingers of my right hand are also buried… deep in her cunt with my thumb pressing hard on her clit. Her entire body shudders, and then collapses on my bed. My body follows her down so that I’m still deep inside her but I pull my hand out from under her body and away from her cunt.

I hear her gasp and then move her head and realize that I’m still pulling on the belt. I let it go, push up from the mattress and reluctantly pull my cock out of its tight hot sheath. Dominique groans as I disengage!

Getting off the bed, I step into the bathroom and use the washcloth to clean my cock. Rinsing the cloth and then wiping a second time, glancing at Dominique’s unmoving legs several times as I wash.. Then back into the bedroom, and back into my boxers and trousers.

“Well Dominique, that’s two holes used and only one to go. Trouble is, if I stick my dick in your mouth, I’m damn near positive you’ll bite it off! Don’t think I’ll give you that chance. So here’s the deal. I’m going to take you down stairs and get one of my new guns. Then I’ll cut the cuffs off and let you get dressed. I’ll even give you one of my old tee shirts to wear since your shirt is fucked. You get your jeans and my tee… and that’s it. The rest of that stuff is mine! Then you get the hell out of here and get out of town. If I see you again – I shoot you! Do something stupid – I’ll shoot you tonight!” 

[kimbra_ailis]

Relaxing on the bed, her breathing slowly evens out. Dominique was actaully almost asleep when he comes back in the room. Rolling on to her back slowly, a slow smile appears on her lips when he mentions that she might bite him if given the chance.  Dominique stares at him a moment to see if he was joking with her about letting her go. She is less than happy to leave all of her toys behind but its probably the best deal she is going to get. After a moment she nodds in acceptance. Her legs are a little unsteady as she climbs to her feet.
Letting him leads her down stairs. On one hand she can't wait to get out of the house. On the other hand, with the pain she does not dare move too quickly. Once the cuffs are removed, she slowly rubbs her wrist. There are deep red marks, no doubt from all of her struggles. Taking the clothes he offers, she keeps silent about everything else . Using the wall as she support she made her way to the door, walking backward to make sure he actually planned to let her go. It seemed like the longest walk of her life. A feeling of relief came over her as her good hand closed over the door knob.
Once on the sidewalk she moved as quickly as she could to were she had parked her car. Only once she was behind the wheel did she remember she had left both guns behind. It did not really matter. She had others. Even her fingerprints did not matter. They did not matter for the same reasons she would never have been able to go to the police. There was no record of her ever existing. At least none from the last 20 years.
Driving to her hotel room she took a shower. Dominique probably stood under the hot water for over an hour. Trying to wash his scent and memory from her mind. She hoped the heat would help ease the remaining pain as well as help the bruises disappear. Normally she loved bruises but she could not afford the attention. A woman bruised up tended to attract attention of well meaning people. Double checking that the door was secured, she curled up on the bed intending to sleep for a week.

~ Two weeks Later~
The morning had started with bad news. The phone ringing was not normally a bad thing, but lately it was. Dominique had failed in her job. Her first failure. Not that that in itself was too bad. The don was not aware of where she was in order to find her. Actually no one was aware of where she was. And only one person had her cell phone number. Bryon. He wasn't really her teacher or her partner but he had helped her over the last few years. It had been three weeks since she had last heard from him.
This last job had suppose to have been his, but he was too busy so he offered it to her. She had needed a ticket out of town and this had seemed perfect. Had it gone as it was suppose to it would have been the perfect opportunity. As it was her first screw up had nearly cost her her life. The bruises and aches had healed over the last two weeks but her mind was still not ready to move on.
Some nights she still woke up missing the sensation of hands around her throat or missing the feeling of someone buried deep inside of her body. It probably was normal for a rape victim to have some flashbacks but to actually miss or want that feeling was absurd. She still had not admitted to herself that what she felt was a want or missing. Of course she had avoided taking a man to bed for the last few years because she feared the addiction she knew she could feel.
The call had come in almost an hour earlier. Dominique still laid in bed wearing only her bra and black thong. Bryon was on his way into town. Oh he had sounded so pissed on the phone. Good thing she had already made up her mind she would be avoiding him when arrived. He would not kill her but she did not want to see what he would do in the middle of his temper. He had said he would be there within three hours. Apparently he had been contracted to finish the job that she had failed to complete.
It had taken her nearly an hour to sweet talk the police department into giving her Mathew Dollen's phone number. Apparently there was some kind of policy against giving out personal information. Although the man she had talked to was not to against giving her the number after she had explained a sob story about Dollen saving her life and wanting to repay him. Maybe the police officer thought he was doing the other man a favor
Picking up her phone she punched the send key. Hearing the phone ringing she tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach. It seemed like forever before the phone picked up. Suddenly she wondered why she was doing this but it was too late. “Dollen?”

[Sprayman]

Dominique rolls onto her back with a slight smile on her bruised lips and slowly sits up on the bed, my belt comes loose and falls behind her. I grab my oldest pullover out of the closet as she carefully stands up on wobbly legs. Taking her arm, we go back down to the living room, stopping briefly to get the side cutters out of the hall closet on the way. I retrieve my new Kahr and reload it. Looking at Dominique standing naked in the middle of the room, I say, “Stay put – don’t be stupid and I’ll cut the cuffs. Don’t wiggle or I’ll shoot!”

Stepping behind her, I use the side cutters to snip the slide locks off the flex cuffs, freeing her. Then I step away and wait while she rubs circulation back into her hands. I throw her my old shirt and watch with more than a little regret as she pulls it over her head, covering those great tits. She pulls on her jeans and barefoot sidles along the wall toward the front door, staring at my face the whole way. She reaches up, removes the chain lock, opens the door, and without a word, disappears into the night.

My day isn’t over yet. Relock the front door, chain lock and deadbolt this time, and then a sweep through the first floor checking the back door and all the windows. Then I collect all the rest of her gear, her torn underwear goes in my pocket. The Beretta, the knives, boots and belt, I lock in my gun safe in the closet under the stairs. My gun safe is huge, nearly as big as an old time bank vault and weights 1700 pounds. I put her Kahr in there as well and take out my Glock 40 caliber. Then I head upstairs. I need to find out how she got in!

And when I check the spare bedroom, I do. I aired this room out a couple of days ago and left the window cracked open – and forgot about it. The window looks out over my front porch and she probably got on the porch roof from the porch railing. I close and lock the window but check the rest of the second floor anyway. Finally I feel secure enough to get some sleep.

Dominique might come back to finish the job… but probably not tonight!

~  Two weeks later ~

Jarred awake by the phone instead of my alarm, I look at the time as my hand fumbles for the cordless on the nightstand. Almost 9 AM – I must have forgotten to set the alarm – out drinking last night – trying to forget my lousy luck job hunting – the rape two weeks ago – the contract on me - it all comes flooding back as I pick up the phone!

A woman’s voice asking if I’m Mathew Dollen? Personnel Department of Teslor Industries calling, please hold. Then a man’s voice, asking if I’m willing to fly to Memphis tomorrow, on their dime, to interview and take a physical for immediate employment at the local office? Damn right I’m willing, but I say “Yes sir.” He gives me the info. Delta ticket counter first thing in the morning at 7:30 for a 10:15 flight. The company will meet me at the Memphis airport and put me up in a hotel for the duration. Expect to be back in four days.

Corporate Security – whatever that means – what it means to me is $48,000 starting salary plus benefits at least as good as the force, and it’s a day job, at least mostly day work from what the ad said! Damn, a real job with real money! To fly me to Memphis at their expense, they must be serious! Things are looking up! With the retirement check from the force every month, I’ll be doing great! Then I remember Dominique again.

How in hell did I end up raping her? Thank God there’s no chance she’d report it. She doesn’t want the cops involved because of why she came to my house. Christ, there’s a contract out on me! It has to be old man Cantanelli, the one they call ‘Don Antonio’. I heard rumors after I busted his kid for ‘possession with intent to distribute’ and got a lucky conviction. But Christ, a hit… because the kid is serving 6 months and probation?

Dominique was just a fluke… anger at her trying to kill me! That’s all it was, that and frustration at the force and this fucking city! Just a fluke! I’m not really that kind of guy! Hell, it never would have happened if she hadn’t come here looking to take me out!

And my mind shifts to the things I need to do to get ready for the flight to Memphis.

Then my phone rings again. Maybe they forgot to tell me something about my flight. I answer the phone, expecting to hear the guy from Personnel again, but when I say hello, I hear an unforgettable voice say, “Dollen?”

[kimbra_ailis]

Dominique was surprised to note the tone of expectantcy in his voice when he picked up. For a moment I hesitated unsure if i should continue. Him being so happy to hear from her was tempting to just let Bryon finish. She knew Bryon would not hesitate to kill as she did. And as much as she told herself he deserved it,  that weird feeling went through her stomach again. She pushed forward with why she was calling.
“If you want to live... pack your bags... get out of the house for a week... go on vacation or something... I will call back in a week to see if your still alive.... And I still want my toys back.... ” Just before she hung up without waiting for a repsonse . “I should just let your fucking ass die....”

Dominique didn’t dare drive past his house to make sure he had actually listened to her. God knew she wanted to but she didn’t dare. Bryon would be scouting it out and she could not afford for him to catch her. She moved hotels three times over the week. He knew her habits, knew were she was likely to be. It was hard trying to stay out of those patterns. Just a few days she kept telling herself. He had a job lined up for the end of the week, it had been planned months ago, and he would not miss it.
As she drove she could not help think this had been the longest week of her life. Thinking about the time kept her from thinking of why she was driving in the first place. She had convinced herself she had warned him so that she could finish the job. She told herself that if she arrived today ahead of him that she could have the drop on him. One job and she could work freely in the city. Dominique ignored the hollow ring of the words.
Parking the car three blocks away, she walked the rest of the distance to his house. The car was still gone. Good she had beat him home. Finding the same upstairs window opened she scouted the house, finding it in about the same condition as she had the first time. Although this time she noted all fast food containers in the kitchen and trash. Something useful for later.
Finding herself needing something to do to pass the time she began to search for her knife and guns. Had he really left it behind? Dominique was not sure but it would be worth looking for it. It wasn’t her best knife, but it was her best gun. Besides it was still the principal that he had kept it. The thought made her growl in anger.
Losing track of time she had nearly forgotten that he would be home sometime that day. Dominique had just started up the stairs when she heard the door knob jingle. Running up the stairs she was about half way up when she realized her bag was still in the kitchen. She had been stupid enough to leave her gun in the bag since she did not have a holster for it. Having left her two favorite guns behind the last time she had not had time to get another comfortable one during the week.
That left her with only her a pair of knives. Her current goal was to clear the landing before he saw her. She knew she needed cover and a hiding spot. Logically she needed to get out of the house before he found her or her bag. But she was not sure she could swallow going home a second time with a failure. Dominique crawled into a closet in one of the spare bedrooms. Sitting in the dark and silence, at every sounds he was sure he had found her.

[Sprayman]

Dominique’s voice, I’m sure of it, and her next words take away any lingering doubt. Telling me to leave town for a week… take a vacation… and her final remark, “I should just let your fucking ass die!”

“As it happens, I was going out of town anyway and I’m sorry lady, but it wasn’t my ass that got…,” but I’m talking to an open line. I’m not sure why she called. Is she coming after me again… no, that doesn’t make any sense… why would she warn me if she was coming back. Was it a warning or a threat to mess with my head? Well, you know… it really doesn’t matter a damn bit… because I’m out of here in the morning anyway! And, in a way, it will be a vacation, even if I don’t get the job. Just getting away from this fucking city for a few days will be great!

~ 4 days later ~

On the flight back home. Thinking about Memphis and his new job. All of that worked out great He had to report a week from Monday for his indoctrination and training. Couldn’t be better. Memphis was a nice change from the city but it was still good to be headed back and He’d been lucky to get the earlier flight today, so he’d be home before midnight. The only bad point about the trip was the date he had with the secretary. That had been a total flop! Cute girl, good personality, but got so damn mad when I felt her up. Came damn close to slapping some sense into her fool head. Can’t believe that either! I almost hit her!

Well at least the stewardess had given me her phone number. Might be able to get something going there!

Head home from the airport… a little jet lagged and out of sorts for no good reason. I should be on the top of the world right now… except for the damn contract! Being retired from the force, I was able to leave my Glock with airport security and pick it up tonight. At least I’m carrying!

As I open my front door, I get a strange feeling… someone has been in the house… don’t know how I know, I just do! I push the door closed and take out the Glock. Check the living room… clear. Down the hall… check the dining room… clear. Kitchen… clear. Wait a minute, what the hell is that bag doing on the table? It’s heavy. There’s a gun in it! A woman’s bag… that bitch came back and she’s hiding somewhere in the house. Pick up the bad and hide it in the pantry. She’s not down here, must be upstairs!

At the foot of the stairs, I decide to call out. If she’s armed maybe she’ll try a snap shot!

“Damn you Dominique, I know you’re up there. When I find you… we start round two! This time maybe I’ll start with your ass…!”

[kimbra_ailis]

Dominique crawled from the closet hearing him yelling... Damn it... She went for the stairs but seeing him starting up the stairs she ran back to the bedroom. Locking the door behind her she then went to the window. Pushing it open she was out on the roof and using more speed than caution to get to the ground. Once on the ground she took off in a full out run. The car was not that far but the fear of him randomly shooting at her made every step count. Dominique did not stop until she was in her car. Even the she did not take a deep breath. She was half way across town by time she took a deep breath. Now it was only a matter of how to get her bag back.
Three hours later she laid on the hotel bed. Thinking about how close she had come to another beating, rape and probable death. Oddly she found herself also becoming more and more sexually frustrated... After almost an hour of squirming around on the bed she picked up the bag on the bed stand. Fingering the bag she contemplating. Finally rolling onto her stomach she dumped the three plastic balls on the the bed. Unfortunately the remote was missing.... Fuck... he had it along with all of her other things....
Picking up her cell phone she once again hit the send button. Waiting for him to pick up she did not even let him get through the greeting. “... I want my bag and toys back.... Including my knife and guns....” To her own ears her voice had an angry bit but also something she did not want to identify.

[Sprayman]

Clearing the house, room by room, and finding the spare room door locked. The same key fits all the doors so it’s no problem to open. Inside, I find the same damn window open, but it’s wide open this time. She was in such a rush to get out of here; she didn’t even try to cover her tracks. Well tomorrow, I’ll have to install track locks on these second floor windows like I did down stairs. Maybe have bars installed once I start working and get a paycheck or two. Down stairs again and secure the front door, bring my suitcase up to my room, and then go and sort through her bag.

Looking through her bag in the kitchen as I eat a sandwich, I find another knife and a S&W Airweight 38 revolver. She must be scraping the bottom of her gun supply barrel if she is carrying a revolver. No ID, but that’s not surprising. No pro would. Some girl stuff and a remote control. Not a TV remote, more like a garage door opener. It only has two buttons and a four position sliding switch. No idea what that could be, but I’ll hang on to it anyway. More stuff for the gun safe. Then the phone rings!

I pick up the kitchen phone, but before I can even say hello, I hear her voice saying she wants her stuff back, including her guns and knives. Fat fucking chance of that. As I listen to her rant on, I’m idly pushing the buttons on the remote. When she runs down, I say, “You know Dominique, people in Hell want ice water too… and they have just about as much chance of getting it as you have of getting the stuff you want. If you really want this shit, come over here and get it. Come naked… and be prepared to crawl on your knees and beg for it… and after you suck my cock and offer up your ass for another fuck… why then I’ll think about it!”

Then I hang up the phone and start to laugh. She sounded like a fourteen year old girl asking to be allowed to go on a date with a twenty year old man!

[kimbra_ailis]

... Damn him to hell... Dominique growled. She wanted her bag and toys back. And was half tempted to go over there and that night and get it. Unfortunately she had a feeling he was not simply going to give it to her. Most of the night she spent restless on the bed. Sleep came and went. By morning she had vague idea of a plan.
After her shower, she pulled the black skirt over her hips and the black thong. Black on black. The skirt was long enough to hide the top of her thigh high tights, but not an inch longer. She choose a v-neck shirt in a deep shade of red and a matching red bra. A little bit of make up and a hair band to keep the hair out of her eyes.
Sitting in the parking lot she only had to wait about ten minutes before the pizza delivery driver pulled up. Stepping out of her, she waved the young man over to her. A hundred dollar bill, her phone number and five minute explanation that she was planning on a huge surprise for her boy friend. She was not completely sure he had understood the entire thing but when she climbed back into her car she had a spare uniform and his promise that he would call her the minute Mathew placed his next order.
The butterflies started right after she hung up the phone. Apparently the delivery man had understood her well enough to call her. Pulling up at the little pizza shop, she did not have to even get out of her car. The delivery man was already waiting for her. Handing him another hundred bill, she smiled thankfully at him. On the drive she changed out of her top into the uniform she had gotten. Pulling the hat on just before she got out of the car.
By the time she got to the door she already had the gun out but not where he would see it. She didn't want any mistakes like the last time. Making sure her head was tilted so he would not see her face, she pressed the door bell. Standing perfectly still she listened for movement in the house. Her heart was beating hard against her chest. She kept reminding herself she needed to keep out of arms reach and it would be best to get it over with quickly.

[Sprayman]

The phone stays quiet and I gather up the stuff on the kitchen table and lock it in the safe. As I’m getting ready for bed, I realize that I still have the little remote in my pants pocket and put it on my dresser with my wallet. I can put it in the safe tomorrow.

After a good night’s sleep I get up, dress, and go downtown to buy the track locks for the windows and look at bars for later on. With one thing and another, it’s noon when I get done so I hit a deli for lunch and head home. Installing the locks takes a while and I decide to order pizza for supper. I call my regular pizza place and put in the order, catch a quick shower and hear the door bell as I’m coming down the stairs. I’m expecting pizza, and when I open the door, I see the familiar jacket, so I’m off guard reaching for my wallet when the pizza boy turns into… Dominique! Pointing a gun at my face! Demanding her shit back!

Unfortunately, she has the drop on me and stays out of arms reach this time. At least she’s learning. Too damn bad it has to be at my expense! So I agree, and explain that her stuff is in my safe. So are three loaded pistols and maybe I can grab one. I go the door that goes under the stairs to the closet where the safe is. She stays out of reach again! Opening the door, I press my hip against the door jam so I can open the safe. When my hip and leg press against the wood I feel something in my pocket, also pressing into the jam.

Then I hear a strange moan, and glancing at Dominique, I see her eyes go wide and her mouth drop open. The gun waivers and the muzzle moves away from my body. I don’t know what happened, but that’s all the opportunity I need…!