5 comments/ 43373 views/ 3 favorites Bittersweet Memories Ch. 01 By: apathykiss On a Saturday night, going to a strip club to watch girls get half naked was not something I put on the top of the list. But I was helpless in the assault from my friends. They took me to my room and took away all my freedom and my mirror. I was put into contraptions and covered in more makeup than I own while my hair was pulled and teased and ironed. After an hour they finally let me look at myself and the woman that was staring back at me in the mirror was someone who would go to the strip club to perform rather than have a good time with her friends- or maybe both. My long brown hair was pulled back from my face and teased in a way that gave me a fake Mohawk. Kohl rimmed eyes stared back with lashes reaching high in applause. Looking over the rest of my body, I was enclosed in a skin tight black mini dress that I knew had a royal blue bra and panty set underneath, black sheer thigh highs and fuck me heels on the bottom. My tattoos were showing through the top of the dress and hidden underneath, keeping you guessing just how many I actually had, how far in those tattoos actually went. I was dressed to kill. Or strip. Or fuck. Whichever came first. Dressing in a way that gave you the confidence to walk into a room knowing all eyes would be on you was powering. I wanted to go to the strip club now. My self confidence was always something that needed work. You can cut your hair and adjust your body and pay to get anything you don't like about yourself taken care of, but self esteem is never on sale. I haven't ever felt sexy before. All my past boyfriends would treat me more like a best friend they can fuck and party with rather than someone they cared about and adored. I need to feel that for once in my life. When the opportunity came up for this gig, I took it. An amateur night at a strip club. All I had to do was go on stage, take off my dress and shake what Mother Nature gave me and what took me years to be comfortable with. I can do this. I need to do this. If I don't, I will never be able to be comfortable inside again. When I walked into the club, power flowed from my naked arms as all eyes turned on me. The club was mostly men coming to see a little skin, have a beer and delay going home. A few groups were gathered and even a few women out to have a good time. Kind of like us. Dispersed through out were women dressed similar to myself with more skin showing and little morals able to peek through their confidence. The men worshipped these women. They walked by without a backwards glance but were followed by every testosterone filled eye in the house. I wanted that power. I wanted to feel that intensity follow my every move. The music started pumping and a man jumped onto the stage with a microphone. All performers were to make their way to the back. The show was to begin. Making eye contact with a few men at the bar, I walked to the back door and stepped into the dressing area. Five other women stood waiting, all dressed to be undressed and filled with the self confidence I crave. A red head with a sparkly dress named Cherry was first. The host dressed in a tuxedo came back and brought her up front. Her song played, "Pour Some Sugar on Me", and as the bass thumped through the wall, I imagined the woman on stage slowly peeling the dress from her body and revealing dips and curves of smooth porcelain skin that would be brighter compared to her red hair. My nerves kicked in and I was unsure if I could do this. I didn't look quite like the other girls. I was tattooed and pierced and had different curves. My breasts were a bit larger and so was my ass, but I did feel like I had the best built legs out of all the contestants. When Cherry's song ended, she came back in with fewer clothes but a huge fistful of singles and a huge grin. She was glowing and laughing with the rush of her performance. I needed to do this. After one more girl had her chance it was my turn. I picked a heavy song that fit my appearance and was telling the story that I needed to tell without words. "Fever" by Bullet For My Valentine. A song about going to strip club, throwing all your money away on a hot chick then fucking her brains out without caring about anything else in the world. Come on and take my money. The opening riff blasted over the speakers as I sauntered onto the stage as if I do this every night. Men gathered at the stage and when I gave them a half smirk and winked, more followed and moved closer. The T-shaped stage had a pole in the crossroads that I walked up to and leaned my back against while surveying the crowd. And there he was, at the end of the stage. He sat back in his chair with a beer bottle dangling from his fingers. He had mirrored aviator shades on that even though I couldn't see through; I knew he was looking at me. His short brown hair was slicked back and a black bandanna was tied around his forehead to give him a badass look that he had without the bandanna. His muscled arms were completely covered in tattoos up to the knuckles and I could only imagine what artwork he had underneath that black wife-beater. Leaning forward, he took a sip from his beer and smiled at me. Let the games begin. I bent from the waist and flipped my hair back, running my hands down my curves and back up to my breasts. A few men whistled and yelled but I was all for my sinister gentleman at the end of the stage. With a nervous pull, my dress was undone and I heard a yell to my left. My girlfriends cheered me on and gave me the encouragement I needed. I was doing this. The dress fell and after I kicked it to my friends, I did a spin to show all in the room what I had to give. My breasts were cupped in the royal blue satin bra, offered up like a sacrifice and the small bikini panties I wore covered the throbbing skin underneath while men pushed each other aside to slip shaky dollar bills in my straps and thigh highs. A few dance moves and a few bills more and I went onto my hands and knees and stared at the one who stole my attention. He drained his beer and rested it on the table. Turning back to me, he held up a twenty and nodded his head to come over. Yes, Master. I crawled slowly down the stage, stopping to let men trail fingers over my skin, tracing the tattoos in awe and paying for their worship. When I reached him at the end, he had the twenty dollar bill rolled up lengthwise and was twirling it between his fingers like a baton. His mouth was surrounded by a goatee that twitched slightly when he smiled at my approach. I leaned up, spreading my knees and trailing my fingertips over my legs, my thighs and hips up to the breasts which were swollen and sore from want. His attention made me want. All the other men made me feel good and wanted, but the quiet desires pouring from his sexy body made my pussy pulse with the music and want to crawl in his lap and lick him from head to toe. He sat up and leaned closer to me, resting his arms on the stage and motioning for me to come closer as well. I inched my knees bit by bit until his warm fingertips grazed my skin. He took the tip of the rolled up twenty and tickled his way to my suddenly wet panties. Biting his lip, he hooked a finger in the blue fabric and slid the twenty underneath, poking out the sides. Men all around him groaned at the brief glimpse of wet heaven, and my man just laughed. I stood with the bill showing through the sides of my panties and walked to the pole. A few spins and grinds and the song ended. Power flowed from the fingertips and the crowd cheered. I did it. And I loved it. My tattooed man even clapped for me as the host came out to do his thing and I was escorted back stage. The girls all congratulated me as I cooled off, got dressed and counted my money. Hundred and fifty bucks. Not bad at all for a girl with self esteem issues and little sexual experience. The rest of the girls went and danced their clothes off and we were all brought out to the stage to announce the winner. Men yelled names out and whistled as we waited to hear who won the contest. "And the winner is... Apathy Kiss!!!" and the crowd went wild. I won!! Bullet For My Valentine played over the speakers one more time and I danced with the other girls on stage to the music, men not even bothering to wait until I get to them, just throwing the money at me from the edges of the stage. The man sat on the end, clapping for me and he brought his hand up, taking off his sunglasses. His gaze hit me so hard, I froze in my step and almost tripped, but Cherry saw the slip and pulled me close acting as if we planned it. I laughed and danced until the song ended and joined my friends with my money and winnings from the contest. They noticed the man, and asked if I knew him. When I denied it, they told me he only sat up front when I was on stage and didn't give the other girls any money. Only the twenty he slipped inside my panties. Good. I turned to see if I could see him and he was gone from the seat up front. A few quick glances around and I found him at the bar, another beer in his hands tipped to his mouth. This is my chance. This wasn't part of the original plan, but my new found confidence can't be wasted and I found a man I could use it on. My friends wished me luck and like a seasoned call girl, I sauntered up to him at the bar and curled my body into his, letting him know I was all his and only his. "Hey sugar, buy me a drink?" I didn't recognize my husky voice that dripped from my red pursed lips, but it got his attention and he hit me with that gaze one more time. He looked me up and down like a piece of meat and he was a hungry wolf. With a little smile he motioned for the bartender and leaned into my ear. "With all the money you made tonight, I should be asking you that." His voice was deep but smooth and ran through my body like a shot of whiskey. I ordered a beer and keeping my eyes on his, I took a long drawl from the cool bottle. "How else are you going to prove to me that you're a true gentleman?" He twisted in his stool and brought my body close to his, putting his hands on my hips and leaning into my ear. His breath hit my skin and brought goose bumps over my flesh. "Maybe I'm not a gentleman. Maybe I'm a mean son of a bitch that would corrupt a sweet girl like you." He sat back and I saw the challenge in his gaze. He wanted a tease. But he wanted a tease that would eventually give in and fulfill every promise that the body offered. Could I do that? I was never bold or daring and in my tattooed man's eyes I saw the dare as if he spoke it out loud. Can I fire him up and be woman enough to put out the flames? I sure as fuck wanted to try. "So, Miss Kiss, How much would it be to get a private view room with you?" I wasn't quite prepared for the proposition. I knew the private view rooms were pretty much rooms designed for scandalous affairs. Since the club catered to all types of people and all kinds of experiences, you can rent the rooms for a few hours and have private parties with the girls, business meetings that tend to get out of hand or a getaway for couples that can't make it to their car. His strong arms pulled me closer to his body and I felt just how strong and solid he was. Years of working out and a hard life built that body. I wanted the mean son of a bitch to corrupt me. "How about you buy me another beer and I will meet you in the room in fifteen minutes?" I drained my drink and rested it on the bar, trailing delicate fingertips over his chest and leaning closer like a practiced courtesan with a mission. I leaned my face close to his skin and took a deep breath of the cologne on his neck. I licked the skin over his collarbone and trailed my tongue to his ear. "It'll be the Red Room, sugar. And don't be late." Before my practiced tease could be finished and I would make my dramatic exit, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the cradle of his body. His mouth crushed down to mine and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, devouring my lips and twirling the passion in both of us to a boil. I felt his tongue piercing click against mine and knew I would find out how that bar felt running all over my body. He broke the kiss just as abruptly and on wobbly legs I walked away to the shocked stares coming from my friends. I had to explain to them what happened but, where to begin? In this man's arms, I felt like I was special. He looked at me like I was gift, and he didn't know how to say thank you. His kiss brought such a desire in my body that I was almost afraid that if I was alone with him, as soon as he touched my skin I would burst into flames. My friends reserved the Red Room already for a private party so we had it all night. I was going to borrow it for a bit. I turned and saw him make his way to the hallways leading to the rooms and I quickly made my way to follow him. Fear began seeping into my mind. I can talk the talk, sure, but will I be able to walk the walk? Only one way to find out. He opened the door to the room with two beers in his hand and turned to see me behind him. His half smile came through his face and he held the door open for me to walk in. Closing it, the lock made a loud click as if sealing us off from the rest of the world in the sound proof room. The Red Room was named for the décor. Blood red dripped from everything- table cloths, wallpaper, bed and chairs. Everything was a dark red that looked like a Victorian vampire's bedchamber. My gaze went back to my man. He walked close to me and handed me a beer. "Your fee, Miss Kiss." I took the drink and smiled, getting more and more nervous as the silence around us filled my ears. "Well, sir, now that you have me here, what do you plan on doing with me?" That was the sentence to cut whatever tether inside that was holding his beast at bay. I saw the switch in his eyes instantly and he advanced on me, walking me backwards until I was pressed between him and the wall. His hands descended onto me fast and ran up and down my body. He growled, actually growled in my ear and let out a strangled, "Cane. You can all me Cane." Cane. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath. "Say it again." Cane. Cane.... I was rewarded with another bruising kiss and this time, I answered back. I wrapped a leg around his thigh and pulled him closer as his grip on me tightened. His lips moved to my neck and he bit hard enough for me to cry out and drop my beer. He pulled back and looked almost shy. "I'm sorry; it's just been a while." Been a while? "What do you mean, like, been a while with a woman?" "Yeah. It's been about five years." Five years? I'm a bit of a prude and even I have gotten laid in the past year let alone five years. I would expect a long time for this guy to be a week. "Why has it been so long?" He looked a bit shy again, as shy as a huge hulk of a sexual beast could look covered in tattoos. "Well, I just got out of prison." Whoa. Not what I was expecting at all. I didn't expect this kind of upfront honesty come from this guy. A bit more of that fear crept into my body and I felt myself pull back a little. His hold on me was strong and I didn't have anywhere to go and he sensed my panic. "No, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. It's just been that long for me, and I wanted you to know. I'm a pretty honest person and I needed to be straight up." How does one take that? I mean, if I was a real stripper, I would just laugh and toss a choreographed hair flip and say, "Kinky. I like a little danger with my sex." But I'm not. I'm a normal woman with low self esteem and wasn't told how to handle a situation like this. I wanted to be smooth and just do what I wanted. Do whatever felt good at the time. It felt good to kiss him, and felt good to be in his arms when he trailed his hands up my body and his lips over my neck. So I did what a practiced courtesan would do. I pulled him closer and kissed him soundly. "Well then we better make it worth the wait, won't we?" The beast took over and he lifted me in his arms, tossing me onto the blood red bed. I lay back, my legs provocatively spread and the black mini dress slid up and became more just a suggestion rather than a dress. He picked up my foot and with patience that he hasn't shown me yet; he unstrapped my shoe and removed it. Clever fingers moved up the stocking to my thighs and pulled them down slowly, teasing me to a drenched state. He repeated the process with my other leg and kissed his way up my body to my mouth. Under his breath he gasped, "God damn..." as he pulled the shirt over his head and the dress from my body. I was in the same bra and panties as I was strutting around in earlier, but I still felt a bit exposed to him. Because he was the only one here. He took my right foot in his hand and with his gaze locked onto mine, he kissed my toes, licking the delicate flesh in between each to trail his tongue to my instep. I've never had anyone do that and while it was a bit odd, no one told my body and I was flushed with a wave of heat. His lips moved over the smooth skin of my calf and licked behind my knee, nibbling up my thigh to my blue panties. He pressed his forehead to the satin fabric and growled as he took a deep breath, a beast smelling his prey and excited for the payoff. He pulled the panties from my legs so fast my body slid on the bed and before I could say anything he dove to the drenched skin he uncovered. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and tasted the honey coating my labia, chills running up my spine, making me cry out. He groaned at my taste and licked harder, swirling the tip of my clit in a dizzying kiss. I threw my arms over my head and gripped the bedspread, thrusting my pelvis into his face as he wrapped his arms around my thighs and dined on my body. The chills turned into thrills as he flicked the tip of my clit faster and faster, my hips moving and the crest of my orgasm coming fast. He dipped a finger into my tight hole and I exploded. He pressed harder and I came higher, my body lifting off the bed. I spiraled through my release and he finger fucked me harder and harder, his knuckles slamming into my pelvis and his tongue pressed flat as his tongue piercing moved back and forth. With one last gasp, I fell to the bed, a whispered, "Fuck..." from my lips. He pulled away and lay on top of me, kissing me with my juices all over his face, giving me a taste of what he just had. Dizzy and drunk from the explosion of that orgasm, I lay dazed as he stood up and removed his pants, standing before me in all his naked tattooed glory. He was completely covered, and I wondered which ones were done before prison and which ones were done inside. I sat up, took off my bra and lay back down in offering. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and rested my bent knees over his elbows. His cock was rock solid and resting on my swollen lips as he thrust back and forth, teasing us both to groaning. The velvet smoothness of his dick was heaven against my hot skin and I wanted to feel him inside me. As if hearing my thoughts, he pulled back and rested the tip at my sacred entrance, looking at me for protest or demand. I don't talk dirty. I rarely even speak in the bedroom. It's usually left at "Yes," "More," "Harder," or "Stop." But I was supposed to be the seasoned girl that knew the moves and words to get what she wants. "Fuck me, Cane. I need to feel your cock inside me" Oh, if any of my exes's heard that, they wouldn't know what to do with themselves. As if that was the secret password, he thrust hard and fast inside me and made me cry out once more. He was breathing deeply now, in through his nose and out through his mouth, as if keeping his control in check. I didn't want him to, I wanted him to let loose. He's been without for 5 years now, and I wanted to give him the fuck of a lifetime. Bittersweet Memories Ch. 01 I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, taking his lips with mine in a bruising assault as I tilted my hips and gyrated against him. His hands resting on the bed for balance was not enough anymore and he covered my body with his, slamming into me as the last tether was snapped from his control. Sliding his hands up my arms, he tossed my arms above my head, holding me immobile and deliciously helpless. His forehead was resting on mine as he did just as I asked. Fucked me and let me feel his cock inside. The power in each thrust and slam would rip a sound from my throat and a drop of sweat trickle down his brow. Every couple of minutes he would stop and pull out, resting the crown right inside my body and pull back to look. "God damn, that is gorgeous. Do you ever look at your cunt when you touch yourself? How pretty this pussy is?" Like I said, I don't do dirty talk. So I stammered a bit on my response. "Uh... no. I don't really like my pussy; I guess that's why I'm not a lesbian. I think it's gross." "Gross? Listen, honey, your pussy is far from gross. This is the sweetest pussy I ever tasted." With that, he pulled out and away from me and turned me onto my hands and knees. I tossed my hair and looked over my shoulder to see him standing with his erection in the air and a look of primal ownership on his face as he looked at me from behind. "God damn, woman. You have no idea how sexy you look right now." And I didn't, really. I felt sexy when I was dancing for the drooling men and I felt sexy when Cane looked at me, but I didn't know how I got that power. I looked away, suddenly shy in this exposing and vulnerable position and then his fingers slammed back into my pussy. My juices were running down my thighs and he licked each drop up, making the muscles he kissed shake with chills. "Do you like that?" That question is programmed into every guy's ego to be asked at this moment. A moan escaped a woman and immediately they have to ask. They need the reassurance that they are pleasing their woman. Like it? Am I doing it okay? "Oh yeah, baby. Oh, your tongue feels so good on me." His fingers moved from my hole and he drove his tongue in to fill the emptiness. Sliding in and out, I moved my hips back to meet his kiss and moaned louder. He pulled away and I felt his lips on my back, the little dip above my ass crack being covered in delicate kisses. His hands were moving over my cheeks and his kisses moved down until he reached my little virgin hole. His tongue tickled the sensitive area and I tensed slightly; no one has ever shown interest in that part of my body before. He sensed my reluctance and soothed me with his hands and words. "I won't do anything you don't want to do." "I've never... done that... before." "Never? A sexy ass like that?" Never. And the idea gave me a little anxiety. I never had a desire for it. I thought of it, and was curious but never really had the need. At once, pulling me out of my rambling thoughts, Cane pulled away and slid is cock inside my pussy once more to the hilt, going deeper than before and hitting a place inside that reached farther than any other guy had ever touched. I cried out at the slight pain but it turned to a warm pleasure as he pulled back and gripped my hips, slamming into me again. My body was taking the contrasting sensations, so many at once and I pushed back, meeting his body with mine as he moved faster. "Touch yourself. I want to feel you cum on my cock, baby." I balanced myself on one arm and slid my fingers to my clit, circling the sensitive nub as his thumb moved toward my ass and as it slipped in past the ring of muscle, I felt waves and waves of pleasure building. What's one more sensation to add to the mix? "Are you coming for me?" "Oh yeah, I'm gonna come for you, baby. Oh, it feels so good, don't stop." The double penetration with his finger and his cock, my own hand manipulating my clit, I was thrown over a cliff where I couldn't climb back up. I screamed and saw stars when I came, my body shaking so hard I had to clamp my legs around his to keep him inside my body. My hand was working faster and his thumb pumped in and out with rhythm to his fucking and I was tossed over again, yelling into the mattress before I collapsed onto the bed. I feel like I blacked out, but I was aware of my surroundings. He was still there, kissing my back and my legs, and as I lay face down on the bed, his tongue snaked out to lick the tight hole where his thumb was. I felt him spit on the sensitive hole and insert his finger, moving in and out slowly. I couldn't move or say anything and it was feeling so good, I didn't really want to say no. His hand pressed me on my back and with my ass offered up to him; he pressed the head of his erection to the tight reluctant ring of muscle and fought his way in. Slowly, so slow he inched in past the first boundary and with a little force, he popped the head in and I cried out. It burned and was so foreign to me. "You okay, hunny?" "Wait, wait... Give me a sec." I said, trying to figure out what I wanted. I didn't him to stop, but I needed a second. He held my hips in his hands, and soothed my skin with his fingertips, giving me the moment I need. Deep breaths in and out. My body didn't really know how to handle it with the dueling feelings- it felt so good but felt so painful at the same time. But I think... I wanted more. I was not lacking in want. He moved his cock back and forth in small shallow strokes, opening me up and getting me used to him inside me. I felt like a virgin again, unfamiliar and trying to get used to the new sensations. When the pain faded, I started moving back to meet him and he took that as a sign I wanted more. He went deeper and sped up his strokes. "You feel so good, honey. Oh, I'm gonna come for you. I want to come on your tits, baby. All over your chest." Growling out his demands made my spine melt when usually it went ramrod stiff with anger. I never had anyone tell me what to do, what they wanted. I wanted to give him what he wanted and take everything he gave. He pulled out of my ass and I flipped over onto my back, holding my breasts up to him as he grabbed his cock and pumped his fist on his erection. "Come for me, baby. Right here, all over my chest." He threw his head back and yelled and I felt his hot seed spray all over my chest, covering my tattoo and even reaching up to my chin. It was so sexy, seeing Cane lose control and cover me with his passion, sweat dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He fell to the bed next to me and took deep breaths in through his nose, out his mouth. After he caught his breath, he grabbed a cloth from somewhere and wiped my chest, kissing my lips gently in thanks as he cleaned me off. I got up and started getting dressed and he put his pants on. The afterglow from our orgasms was still swimming in our eyes as my cell phone rang. Before I could say anything, he got up and went to my purse resting on a chair and grabbed it for me. I reached into my purse for my phone and as I answered it, my purse fell to the floor and emptied onto the carpet. The look of anger on his face made me take a step back at the sudden change in his eyes. I saw what caused the abrupt emotion to take over and I see my mistake. My gun and badge were the only things in my purse that fell out. "What the fuck is that? You're a cop? Are you fucking serious?" My cover was blown. When you were going undercover as an amateur stripper to arrest an escaped felon, you really have nowhere to put your important pieces. Like your I.D. and your gun. Not many places to hide the gun. Also there were not many places to hide a walkie or a wire to communicate and because of privacy policies, the rooms didn't have any kind of cameras. Thank God, too because if the guys on the force saw the spectacle I just made of myself, I would never live it down. Bad enough that my partner and a detective were sitting at the bar during my strip tease but to see me pop my anal cherry on tape, I would have to resign. That was not part of my assignment. I was to get him in the room and keep him while they got back up. His assertion and forceful attitude was unexpected and I found myself fighting my dominant nature. I'm always in control and to have someone take that away and give me everything I want was refreshing. I looked back at him as my cell rang in my hand and he advanced onto me, taking the phone from me and throwing it against the wall, shattering it into pieces. "You lying bitch, you set me up!!!" I tried to run to the door, but he grabbed the back of my dress and pulled me back to his chest, holding me in his strong grip. "You seriously didn't think that fucking me would make me turn myself in, did you? Just cause you fuck good doesn't mean I would turn over a new leaf and turn myself in. Now you're fucked just as much as I am." He took my purse with my gun and badge and wrapped the strap around my hands. Taking the gun out, he pressed the cool metal to my back and walked me to the door. After opening the door and making sure the coast was clear, he walked down the hall to an emergency exit. He kicked the door open to the night and walked me out on teetering heels. All my training escaped me and I just went with it, fear and panic flooding my senses and taking control. When he walked me to a car and threw me in the back seat, my head hit the middle console in just the right place to knock me out and make the bad man go away. To be continued... Bittersweet Memories Ch. 02 ******************* This is the long awaited continuation of "Bittersweet Memories" so if you have not read the first part, I suggest you go back and read it. It's a fabulous story... ******************* When the light came back and I opened my eyes, I realized I was moving. My body was stiff and my hands were tied behind my back. When I realized I was in a car, the past few hours came back to me like a punch to the face. Strip club. Undercover. Sinister tattoos. Blown cover. Kidnapped. Panic filled my muscles and I tensed before I could stop myself and keep cool. A deep chuckle filled the small space when he realized I woke up. "You thought you could get one past me, didn't you, sweetheart?" Yeah. Actually I did. I knew that pretending to be a stripper would be rough. But convincing him to confide in me would be even harder. So I studied this guy from all angles. I learned his weaknesses and strengths. I learned what made him tick and what made him break. His hobbies and turn ons and even what kind of food he liked. I could fill out a personal survey with more information on him than I could on myself. I could take this guy. The little slip up in the Red Room was unfortunate but I am a professional. I need to be able to handle myself in these situations. I sat up in the back seat and look through the window. It was still dark out so I must have not been out very long, but there was nothing else on the road. It was pitch dark, the only light came from the headlights as his truck tore down the road. New meaning to "bat out of hell." So I looked back to my captor. An escaped felon. A dangerous criminal charged with aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. And the first man to awaken my sexuality in years. His glasses and bandanna long gone, he looked like any tattooed dude driving his truck. But no. I saw underneath all of that ink and almost saw the real person there. And I will be damned if I can't either pull out the real person he is or lock up the fucked up one he showed us. "Where are you taking me?" My cop voice was back. Quick, to the point and demanding. I was no longer playing the role of the vulnerable sex kitten; although upon further reflection I had to think how much of that was an act? And he still never answered me. With my cop voice, I asked again and when I still received no response, I got pissed. When I put my badge on, I expect people to answer to me and they usually do. People know that I don't take shit from anyone. Apparently since this criminal doesn't know me, he doesn't know what Lola wants, Lola gets. And Lola wants some fucking answers. I leaned back and with one of my heels, I kicked the back of the chair hard enough to jar his arm and jerk the steering wheel. My first mistake. His curse was loud as he straightened the car out and yelled, "What the fuck?! Woman, you better knock this shit off right now 'cause I'm not gonna take it while you freak out back there." Fuck that. I will show you a freak. Before he could get us back on the road, I started kicking again, sending him into the wheel and the car all over the road. Horns were blaring as he lost control and tried to regain it again before we crashed. When the car came to an abrupt stop, I saw he pulled us over to the side of the road and turned the car off. "Fucking BITCH!!!" He ripped the keys from the ignition and got out of the car, throwing my door open and grabbing me around the throat before I even said a word. "Here's the deal, honey. I don't give a flying fuck if you're the president, but in this car, I am the fucking boss. So you will listen to everything I tell you. I could snap you in half like a glow stick and if you don't stop your shit, I will knock you back out. The first time was an accident; the second time will be intentional. Now shut the fuck up and relax. We are almost there." His fingers were digging into my flesh as he spoke, crescent shaped stabs of pain shooting into my neck but all I felt was his body pressing me closer and closer to the back seat. He almost laid me out on my back with his advance and I didn't think he realized his hips were pressing into mine with every teeth clenching word that poured from his tight lips. I had the uncontrollable urge to say "Yes, sir." But suppressed that urge like a bad memory and when he asked if I understood I nodded meekly, the nervous and shy amateur stripper coming back into play. He trusted her once; maybe I could get him to trust her again. I didn't really remember switching roles but it made sense. Back to adorable and helpless. He growled low in his throat at the semi-fake terror in my eyes and with one final press into my body he released my neck and stepped back. Slammed the door shut. We both needed a moment to compose ourselves at this point. He rested his head on the driver side window before opening it and turning the car back on. The silent drive through nothing gave me a few quiet moments to formulate a plan. The tracking device in my shoe was implanted for just this situation but seeing as though we didn't think it would get this far, it only works with a half mile radius. So unless they were right behind us, which they weren't by my quick head turn to darkness, I was fucked. Well, I was already fucked but... now I was really fucked. How did I let it get to this? I wasn't supposed to fuck the guy. I was supposed to get him into the room and then my partner would come in and arrest him. I was just to detain him. Where was Charlie? He never showed up and in his lapse of responsibility, I was put in a position that was compromising to my job. But I made it personal. I shouldn't have, and I know that. I should have just danced around and drank my drink and got him warmed up until Charlie showed up but I fell under his spell. The guys at the office will truly never let me go undercover again unless I bring this guy down. We finally pulled into a little town and drove around a few blocks, making random turns and going through stop signs until we reached a warehouse. A big brick building with smashed in windows and dark, evil corners all around, it was menacing from the outside. I was completely unprepared and the true terror kicked in. I guess I was hoping that since we knew what the other person tasted like, he was going to go easy on me, but who takes someone to an abandoned building if they really wanted to take care of them? A ball of lead dropped in my stomach and I gulped like Roger Rabbit before a firing squad. He killed the engine and got out slower than he did before, unprovoked but motivated by something else. I guess you calm down after the twisted broad who was kicking your seat relaxes. The door opened and he grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me to the edge of the seat. My feet dangled over the edge and the little stiletto heel with the sophisticated tracking device inside that was suppose to be my back up plan... fell off. So my terror and adrenaline cocktail I was running on was chased with panic and this time I couldn't keep it out of my eyes. His hazel eyes ran over my body and when they met my panicked eyes, he smiled. "Oh, what's wrong, baby? You really scared this time? Or is this another one of your tricks? Now you're going to be the little victim, aren't you? Act like I haven't fucked you in a way that made your skin burn and your toes curl and that you betrayed me?" His voice got tighter and his teeth clenched harder with every word out of his mouth. The same mouth that trailed hot kisses up the backs of my thighs. And the same tongue that dove into my wet hole and wretched a paralyzing orgasm from me. It was that mouth that I watched. "Well, darling, that act isn't going to fly with me. I can't trust you anymore so you're going to stay tied up until I can. And I plan on you earning that trust." His hands tightened around my waist and he pulled me even closer to his body. He was hard. The hot steel under his jeans pressed against my own heat where the skirt rode up around my hips. How can someone who terrifies you to the point where you can't speak, made you so wet and ache to be filled? He made me feel something that I have never felt inside- true delight. Even though I know he was a convicted felon and escaped from prison, I couldn't quite deny the feelings that crawled through my heart to my brain. With my hands tied behind my back, both literally and figuratively, I couldn't bring him closer like I wanted. I knew he was pissed but I wanted the anger. I wanted to feel the anger and the passion this man felt because I knew it was for me. All for me. I wrapped my bare footed leg around his waist, and brought the sex kitten back. "What did you have in mind?" I heard his growl, low and deep in his throat but I heard it. It was the same growl that he made before he looked down at my pussy and thrust inside me few hours ago. The inside of my body clenched at the reminder and I let out a little gasp. When he noticed, the smile was back and he ground his hips into mine. The gasp wasn't so little anymore. Fuck. All my defenses were down and I was laid bare with my clothes on wrapped around my sinister man. "Don't you dare play with fire that you don't know how to put out." "Maybe I wanna get burned." That was my next mistake. His kiss was fierce and thorough. He kissed me like I was the last cool drink of water for miles in the desert. The way he devoured me with his mouth tore something through my body that was like heroin to my soul. I needed more and more each time to get the satisfaction I wanted. He knew I was wet already but when his fingertips found me and dipped inside, it made a wet sound that brought a surprised groan to his lips. When he trailed his mouth across my cheek to my ear, his thrusting fingers went deeper. "You are drenched. You like this, don't you? You like having someone powerful taking control of your body. Being a cop you must be used to making orders and having people follow them." I felt my muscles tense and contract around his fingers, begging for the final touch to send me to the top and before I exploded, he pulled out and backed away. "But like I said, I'm the boss now. And right now, I make the orders. So stand the fuck up and get inside the building. Now." The cold air hit my heated skin and deep into my gut when Cane abruptly pulled away from me. He pointed to a door with one bare light bulb guiding the way. He pointed to the door and raised his eyebrows as if to say, "March." I took what little opportunity I could. "Well, without hands, it's a little hard to get my shoe back on and unless you have a Tetanus shot somewhere in the getaway car, I'm not walking barefoot into that building over broken glass. Not even for you." The last bit was a double edged sword that he missed, and the good that I knew was in him relented. He came back and picked up my shoe. Like Prince Charming, he went on bended knee, took my glass slipper and placed it on my bare foot. His hand lingered on my ankle and trailed up my leg until both of his hands were once again wrapped on my hips. When I thought he couldn't resist me and wanted to finish what we started, my body flared up again but all he did was pull me from the car and put me on my heels. "Now go." The key to getting a man to beg is all in a woman's walk. If a man sees a woman walk up to him at a bar, it's the crucial first impression that will demand a response. The sway of the hips and swing of the arms need to be in sync. The legs need to be straight and have just a little bit of a cross to keep the figure slim but curvaceous. And of course, the chest needs to be thrust forward for... optimal view. If the woman walks away, then she has a better chance. That way the man can watch the walk from behind. He can see the way her hips whip back and forth and watch the way her ass moves and the lines of her thighs without the guilt of getting caught. He can watch the woman walk away and either deposit her image into his spank bank, or he can take the invitation her hips offer. I perfected this walk. Even on gravel and ice pick heels, I could use my walk for the greater gain. With my hands tied behind my back, I had an advantage where my breasts were already thrust forward. And with my dress riding up on my thighs, the backs of my legs were showing above my stockings. I was a fucking sight for lonely eyes. I stepped forward slowly, keeping my balance and felt his eyes burn through my skin. He could see all of my tattoos at this point, the ones usually hidden by the dress were showing or imprinted in his mind. He knew what I was underneath. And with each step, I heard his breath get faster. I could almost feel his pulse race and the fabric of his pants strain with pressure of his cock swelling. This was power. This was what I knew. Before I reached the concrete slab that had four steps that led to the door, I turned my head over my shoulder and smiled at him. I showed him that I knew I had that power. And that was my last mistake. Before I could turn back around, I heard the gravel under his shoes when he stalked up behind me. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off my feet before opening the door and tossing me into the blackness of the building. I saw nothing but felt the wall on my chest as I was pressed up against it from behind. Cane's breath poured into my ear and his harsh whisper ran through my body like a blade. "You think you are so clever, don't you. You think that you know what to do, what to say, how to dress and how to walk but you know what, you were wrong. I know you. I know more about you than you think. I know what you feel like inside and I know how your body works. You like power because you are used to it. You like being in control because it gives you what you need to be comfortable in your life. But you know what I know that you don't? You secretly like being helpless. You like that I take that power and make you a victim." My shoulders were pressed against the concrete wall and he laid his body flush to mine. It was difficult breathing but not because his body was pushing me against the wall, but because his words had aim like a mach truck. He was right. I liked it. More than that, I loved it. I felt free in his embrace when he took all the power from me and told me what to do, where to kiss and how he wanted me on the bed. But could I admit that to him? Hell no. I had to have some upper hand. I needed some control, and convincing him to let me have my shoe back was the control I had. If I could keep him in one spot for at least an hour, I had some chance that my team will find us. "You can think about it all you want, honey, but the truth is you are as much a victim as I am here. Be are both on our last reserves in this situation and you like that I took all that responsibility from you. It felt dirty fucking a criminal, didn't it? You usually lock us up, not get us up. But you knew full well what you were getting into, and you wanted it." He dipped his hand quickly between my thighs, flicking his fingers on the swollen skin and brought his fingertips close to my face. I could smell my own juices coating his hand. "That's not drugstore lubrication. That's your own desire dripping down your thighs. You're hot for this. For me." I heard the smacking of his lips and knew he was licking the desire from his hand. I couldn't help the moan that came out, nor could I help the press of my ass into his groin. "I'm taking everything from you. I'm going to trust you, by completely exposing you for who you are. And when I have it all, when I get what I want from you, I will be able to trust you and untie you. Until then, you are my captive, detective. And your hands don't move." He stepped back and turned me around before shoving me to my knees. My stockings ripped as did the skin underneath before small jolts of pain shot up my thighs. A clasp and zipper undone and I felt heat next to my cheek. It was his cock. His rock hard dick was pressed against my face. "Now, put out the fire you started." Without another word, I opened my mouth and took him down to the hilt. Burying my nose in his groin, I pulled back fast, hollowing my cheeks on the upstroke. Then did it again faster. I wasn't messing around. I wanted to gain that trust. Not because I was undercover but because I felt like I needed to deserve it. I wanted Cane to feel something but anger and hate for me. I let the tip of his cock rest on my lips and twirled my tongue around the tip, letting the little ball of my tongue ring tease the flesh underneath. His moans echoed throughout the building and felt louder with each dip of my head. Cane's fingers wrapped around my hair and guided me back and forth over his cock. I hate when guys do that: like they need complete control over me while I am doing something for them. But that was what it was like with Cane, he needed the control. So I moaned. He growled at the sensation of my sounds reverberating through his skin and said, "Oh baby, I love when you do that. It feels so good. Moan again just like that." And I did. I hummed around his flesh and as I felt the vein under his cock pulse with how close he was, he ripped my mouth from him as he panted into the darkness. "Not yet, I'm not ready yet." Grabbing me under the arms, he put us in the same position we were in when the door opened. The front of my body pressed against the concrete wall and he was behind me. Only this time, he dropped behind me on his knees and I felt his breath over the back of my thighs. My underwear was a lost memory after he ripped them off and dipped his head to my dripping skin. I was so wet, so hot, that the first dip of his tongue into my cunt ripped a scream from my lungs. I shamelessly ground my body into his mouth and he pulled back, chuckling out loud. "You are impatient, aren't you?" Of course I was. He made me throb inside and he was the only one that can fix it. His mouth knew all of the places that I liked to be kissed. In only a few hours, he knew I liked when his tongue would tease my clit and then press hard with the flat of his tongue. It made me grind my hips back to meet his kiss and let little whimpers out of my mouth when he pulled back. He stood up and I felt his cock rest between my ass cheeks. My ass was a little sore from the last time we were together but he soothed it with slow pumps of his velvet steel moving across it. "I'm gonna fuck you, Miss Kiss. Just like you want. And then after I make you cum again and scream my name, I'm tying you to a chair in the office until you can think of a way to make me trust you. Either that or I leave you here while I escape. I'm thinking somewhere warm. Like Mexico or the Caribbean. But don't forget, it's my show and I am in control." Before I could come up with a response, his cock ripped through my body and retreated before pushing inside my pussy once more. The sensation tore through my soul and gripped him inside my body, greedy for more. His hands held my hips in place and steadied my body with his thrusts. With every fuck inside my body, the glass wall that kept my control would break with another crack. I was shattering. When his hands moved, one dipping to my clit and the other to the back of my neck to hold me immobile, I couldn't hold back anymore. Glass shattered all around my defenses. Walls crumbled inside my body. I was destroyed. I screamed his name out to nothing as tears ran down my cheeks. The thrusts inside my body and flicks of his fingers on my clit ripped me apart. My orgasm stole years off of my life and my legs gave out from under me. I went down to the floor, not feeling my cuts getting bigger from how numb I was all over. Cane grabbed the back of my head once more and I accepted his cock like a gift, tasting both of our juices on my tongue as he came inside my mouth. Pulling out a bit, his seed poured from the side of my mouth and ran down my jaw onto my breasts, branding me once again as his. I was his. The titles we have as captor and captive, detective and felon, meant nothing. Now it was clear that I belonged to him. And I had a job to do that meant more than putting him back in prison. Bittersweet Memories Ch. 02 Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. A little sliver of light crept in and made his face glow with satisfaction. I could tell he could see me as well and liked what he saw. My destroyed soul bore before him and covered in his cum. "Take my left shoe. Rip the heel off and destroy it. There is a tracking device inside that tells my team where I am if they are within a half mile radius of the device. It's the only way they can find me." Surprise crossed his features as he tried to decide if it was a trick or not. Was this another mistake? I seemed to be making them a lot and this time, I didn't think I could handle one more that destroyed me. But that was the only way I could gain his confidence. With that confession, I gave up the last thread of power I had and surrendered to him. I was completely helpless. Completely his. "Why did you tell me? What's in it for you?" I struggled getting up off the floor to look closer into his eyes. I needed him to see the truth behind my words. "Your trust. That's what in it for me. I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this and still be the person I am. I already blew my cover and fucked up this operation. Even if we did get you taken in, I would be reamed for all the violations and get put on a desk job. So fuck it. I'm finally alive, Cane, and I don't want to die just yet." I lifted my leg and teetered on one heel as he took my shoe, broke the heel off and crushed it under his boot heel. The loud crack of the device breaking apart echoed in the darkness and became eerily silent again. He looked at me, but his face was unreadable. Was he thinking of a way to punish me for not telling him about the device sooner? Or was he seriously thinking of trusting me? He pulled the knife from his back pocket and slowly brought it to my cheek, making me tense and regret my power play. But before he did anything else, he reached behind me and cut my hands free. My shoulders sagged in relief on many levels when I realized I made it. I gave up all my control and power and still lived on. He pulled me close and kissed me soundly, giving my soul the fix it needed. After he pulled back and looked at me, he smiled and said, "So what do we do now??" Bittersweet Memories Ch. 03 Now that Cane and I had reached a loose understanding, he led me to the restroom and closed the door so I could do my business. He must know this building because he knew right where it was and before he left he told me to meet him in the office that was next to it. I was grateful for the moment alone. Sitting on the toilet, I rested my elbows on my knees as I covered my face with my hands and sighed. The case has been compromised. My job has been compromised. And now, my sanity has really been compromised. I had committed so many crimes in this past hour that if I was caught without him, I was fucked. When I originally signed on to this case, I thought it would be my first class ticket to a promotion and the next rung on the ladder up. I never knew that this convicted felon held the key to the lock inside my soul I had been keeping hidden deep inside. Instead of capturing him and bringing him to justice, I was helping him stay out of the jail he escaped from. But he opened a door inside me that made me feel alive. When he was inside me, I felt so much more than a cop; I felt like a woman. Through the wall, I heard his muffled voice laughing. He must be on the phone or something. I got up and opened the door a crack to listen to him. "Yeah, dude. The plan is going better than expected. But I had a little glitch... No, nothing to worry about. Just someone else has been added to the mix... This one will help. Trust me. She's a cop... Believe me, man. I have her eating out of the palm of my hand. Or in my case, off the tip of my cock." Eating out of the palm of his hand? Is that what he thought? I'm not a tool to be used in his trade. I gave him trust to get trust in return and he's making jokes to some prick on the phone about me. Inside I hoped it was some macho guy ritual that he just talks about girls like that on principle. Inside I knew I was in far over my head. I needed a new plan. Plan A was fucked as soon as he kissed me. Plan B just vomited in my face. Plan C to the rescue. I washed my face and cleaned up a bit, making myself look as presentable as possible. When I opened the door, I heard the last of the conversation. "You're on your way, right? Ok, see you in five." Cane hung the phone up and I walked into the office next to the bathroom. It was empty but for a desk, two chairs and the phone sitting on top of the dirty desk. No one had done business in here for years and I wondered at what other kind of nefarious acts have occurred in this room. In Cane's eyes, I saw he was wondering at how much of the conversation I had heard. I decide to throw him a bone. "Who is on their way?" I approached him slowly, bringing the bad girl back to play and I pressed my body into him, leaning into the cradle of his arms. He was resting against the desk and puts his arms around my waist. "My partner. He has been waiting for my call. He is right down the street at the bar, on his way now." "I didn't know you still worked with a partner." I did. It was in his file when I researched him for the case. The team has been causing trouble and committing crimes for years together. Cane and Abel. How biblical. Abel was the brains behind the pair; Cane was the muscle. Together they have stolen upwards of 3.5 million in cash and prizes and done time for some of it in the beginning. They became smarter and contracted out most of their crimes to thugs and dealers now, so when Cane lost his temper and shot one of his minions in a fit of rage, we knew we finally had a charge on him big enough to take down the team. We didn't count on Abel helping him break out of jail before we could even get the case together. For cops, we should have expected it all. Purring like a kitten as I rubbed my body against his, I leaned closer and ran my fingers up and down his back. "Can't wait to meet him." He smiled down at me and said, "I bet he can't wait to meet you either, sugar. You're just his type." Alarm bells rung my ears and I stiffened for a minute. His type? What would that have to do with anything? With my best Precious Moments eyes, I innocently looked to him and said, "What do you mean I'm his type?" His hands curled around my waist and he pulled me closer, bringing his lips to my ear. "Abel likes good girls with a little bad in them. He especially likes girls with tattoos and an evil smirk in their eye that is just begging for trouble." Sliding my hands up his back, I held him by his nape and met his eyes. Did he mean what I think he meant? "We share everything, baby. Everything. And Abel likes to watch as much as he likes to play." Before my panic could set in from his words, the door opens to the office as if on cue and Abel strolled in. The first thing I noticed about him was his smile. Cocky and crooked, he grinned like he had all the answers and all the time in the world to use them. Blond hair was messy and loose on top of his head and pushed to the side. When he turned to close the door, I noticed it shaved on the sides into a Mohawk. Turning back to meet my eyes, ice blue piercing irises slammed into me and I knew then I was in way over my head. Abel cracked a smile and sauntered over to us; there really was no other word for it. He walked with a swagger that any cowboy would envy. With an open black button down shirt over a white tee and jeans, as unassuming as a Banana Republic attendant, the only thing that made him appear like a menace was the tattoos covering his arms and the heavy shit-kickers scuffing the floor. He would probably help an old lady across the street on his way to a bank robbery. "Have I come at a bad time?" he said through his twisted lips as he took in the scene of me and Cane in a tense embrace. I slipped my hands away from him and came to a rapid fire conclusion. Plan C was getting better and better. "We are just getting started, sugar. You are right on time." Abel smiled at me and came closer as I heard a chuckle behind me when Cane watched us meet. But when Abel came close to me, when he met my eyes and the toes of his shoes met my bare feet, I needed to catch my breath. He took my hand and pressed a small kiss to the palm. "Miss Kiss, I presume?" The veil of sex kitten was getting thin around him, and for the first time tonite, I felt shy and vulnerable. When I broke the stare and looked down, his finger lifted my chin back up and he said softly so only I could hear, "Something tells me that we are both in too deep to climb out now." What the hell was I suppose to do with that? He must have registered the confusion on my face, and as if flipping a switch, his charm started seeping from his pours. A bit more loudly, he said, "I hope Cane didn't wear you out, darling, because I am just dying to see what other works of art are hiding under that dress." With his confession, something snapped in my head and I had the sudden urge to get on my knees before him and offer myself up as a sacrifice. Women all over town had most likely felt the same way and many of the less morally sound ones most likely gave into that urge. But as a true servant to desire, I waited until I was told. "Strip." That word was growled into my ear by Cane, who stood behind me. I felt like I was between two worlds. Behind me was a familiar inferno, a flame that I can just about predict which way the licks will sway and how hot they make me. But in the front I had a glacial mystery, a cool drink of water from an unknown land to quench a thirst I was quite unaware I had. What will happen when water meets fire with me in between? I was foaming at the mouth to find out. My dress dropped to the floor and with my bra lost on the floor in the warehouse somewhere and my underwear discarded after the last encounter, I stood before the elements in all my naked wonder. Two separate groans, one familiar and one new, met my ears and sent a signal to my pussy to start her engines. Abel looked at me and licked his lips before Cane came from behind and cupped my breasts in his hands. After being thoroughly used twice tonite by the beast behind me, my body was tried and tired but when Abel looked at me like I was the last fuck before his celibacy, my body battened down the hatches and prepared for another wild ride. I wanted him. That want increased with his gaze and grew more intense with him watching Cane pull at my nipples. That's right... My tall drink of water likes to watch. I smiled with my newly remembered intel and leaned into Cane's touch more, moaning at the delight his fingers were bringing me. I stared into Abel's eyes, telling him that even though Cane was touching me and holding me, I was thinking about him. Wishing it was him. His voice rumbled low in his throat before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "On the desk, you vixen. Hands and knees." Cane's hands left my chest and I instantly walked to the desk, climbing onto the barren top on my hands and knees. I tossed a look to my left at the men watching me, searching for their approval. As they both approached me and Abel started to remove his shirts, I knew it was exactly what they wanted. I was getting excited at finally feeling Abel's hands on me, tasting him with my lips and feeling him with my fingers but instead he pulled a chair out and sat to my right, resting his left foot on his right knee. Before disappointment could settle in, Cane walked up behind me and kissed the small of my back. My spine bowed at the tender touch, sending ripples of goose bumps over my skin. When I looked back at Abel, he was looking at me intently and I pleaded with my eyes for him to join. Reading my thoughts, he smiled, "Soon, vixen. Soon I will let you feel my touch. But I want to know what you look like when you come. I want to see it without any distractions. Can you do that for me?" I would pull the moon from the sky, hollow it out and serve him chocolate pudding in it if he asked me. But I simply nodded and focused my attention on the sensation of Cane trailing his kisses to my sore puckered hole he used during our first encounter. My ass was slightly sore from his attention but he licked me tenderly and brought every nerve on its end before moving lower and driving his tongue deep into my soaked cunt. I dropped my head and cried out at how good it felt on my sensitive flesh. I heard Abel's chair move and my head was whipped back up by his hand on my chin. Meeting his fierce gaze, a combination of anger and lust. "No matter what he does, no matter how good it feels, you keep your eyes on me. Got it? Don't drop your eyes again. I want to see you." Even though the demand was made with a whisper, the venom that dripped from it was clear. He was not a man to be crossed. "Yes, S-" Wait. Stop, do NOT call him Sir. Where did that impulse come from? The impulse to obey and to please? With his hand still on my chin, his eyebrow raised and he said, "Yes... What?" I desperately wanted to drop my gaze again, sex kitten was now the shy kitten and between his demand for my submission and Cane's tongue fucking I was so close to coming that even my fingertips were trembling with being so close. His grip tightened on my chin and he asked me again to finish. He knew what I was about to say and what I was about to do. He wanted that. And I feared if I didn't answer him, I was never going to be able to climax, he wouldn't let me. "Yes, Sir." His gaze warmed and his fingers loosened, running up behind my head and tangling in my hair. "Very good, vixen." He dipped his head and whispered in my ear, "Now cum for your master," before pulling my hair to whip my head back and plundering my mouth with a demanding kiss at the same time Cane took my clit between his teeth and sucked hard like a piece of candy. My orgasm has been building and brewing the entire time and with so much delicious stimulation at once, I exploded from the inside out, seeing stars behind my eyes as all my joints buckled so the men had to hold me up to continue their assault. In a frenzy, I kissed Abel as desperately as I could, wanting to savor his taste and imprint it on my mind. He tasted like a glass of the sweetest brandy you could ever drink; Heady and dark but thick and sweet. At the same time, too much could bring on bad ideas and dark decisions. I hoped at least. He pulled away from my lips and Cane stepped back. I dropped to my side on the desk to catch my breath and dared to close my eyes to just give myself a minute to readjust to this dimension. All Abel did was give me a command and kiss me and I was detonated instantly. I almost felt afraid for what would happen when he actually fucked me. I felt like I would be set on fire. Two pairs of hands joined two pairs of lips on a journey over my body and warm breath tickled my ear. "What did I tell you about closing your eyes?" With the hint of humor in his voice, I was a little desperate to find out if he was teasing me or if he was really angry. I opened my eyes to check and he was smiling at me with lust, humor and dark desire all focused on me. I rolled to my side and smiled. "I'm sorry but I think I passed out there for a second." Not a lie. With his lips trailing over my shoulder, he chuckled and said, "Well then I guess you are forgiven. You just have to make it up to me. Now lay on your back, with your head hanging over the edge." I rolled to my back, and followed his orders, my mouth at almost the perfect level to meet the zipper of his jeans with his erection about to rip the seams right open. Abel ran his fingertips over my collarbone and shoulders, moving to hold my head cradled between his strong hands. Cane spread my legs wide and positioned my feet on the corners of the desk and when I thought he was going to dive right in and fuck me, I was met with empty moments. The zipper opening by my head brought me back to Abel and as he slid his cock from his pants and presented it to me in offering, my mouth watered and my pussy tingled with wants. I had such a need to taste him that without even asking, my mouth opened of its own accord and I patiently waited for him to press inside. "Atta girl, vixen. You don't even need to be told, do you? I love a woman who gives as good as she gets." A flush ran through my body at his praise. The need to taste his cock was almost as dire as the need for his approval, for his pleasure. I needed to please this man with my last dying breath and with everything I have. Soft delicate touches trickled over my thighs and it was Cane, touching my skin and positioning me better. I met Abel's eyes as best I could from my position and he looked at Cane, smirking before he took himself in hand and guided his cock between my lips. As I felt the first taste of a man that was slowly taking charge of my mind, Cane thrust his cock inside my pussy so hard that my body jerked on the desk, forcing more of Abel inside the warm wet cavern of my mouth. So much stimulation at once, it was overwhelming but I loved it. I loved knowing that I was taking part in pleasing two men; one by running my tongue up and down his shaft to swirl my tongue ring around the crown of his cock, the other I raised my hips to meet his thrusts, tightening the muscles in my cunt when he hit a particularly sweet spot that made me tremble. Abel moved in and out of my mouth at a leisurely pace, not rushing but savoring every sensation my mouth was giving. He held my head steady and made approving noises when Cane started to pant and fuck me harder. I was trembling but wasn't close to cumming. This wasn't for me; this was for the men. The beasts used me like a toy before them that they shared and while that should make me feel cheap and used, it didn't. It made me feel desired and cherished. It made me feel sexy that I could make Abel tremble as he was doing and because Cane to hold onto the desk as his hips took command and brought him closer and closer. Very abruptly, Abel pulled out of my mouth and took a step back, causing me alarm and Cane to slow his thrusts. Abel was breathing heavily and wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He met my inquisitive gaze and smiling, said, "The first time I cum in you is gonna be in that sweet pussy, vixen. Not your mouth. Cane, up on the desk. Miss Kiss is going to get her fill of us." I have never had two men at the same time. I had only just recently been introduced to anal sex, so the idea of two men inside me at the same time brought a small amount of fear with a large amount of intrigue and arousal. My whole body ached with the need for release, even after the last one just a moment ago. It's as if my body rebooted itself and came up empty. I needed to cum so fucking bad. Laughing, Cane helped me sit up and brought me onto his lap. He sat with his feet dangling over the edge and pulled me close to have my back meet his chest. I was no longer in control of my body. I was silent and agreeable, just waiting for the pleasure these two were going to put me through. As Abel walked between my open legs, he took them in his arms, my knees rested in the crook of his elbows. Cane slipped his hand underneath me and slid my juices to my ass, massaging my hole and preparing me for his entry. I was a bit nervous at how it might hurt; I was still a little sore. But knowing my place, I met Abel's eyes and any nervousness evaporated. I knew he was going to make it all better. Cane pushed his finger in my ass and when he met no resistance, pressed in another. I let my body feel loose and calm, anticipating these two men. Like a sinking ship, I sent commands to places in my body for the final moment. 'Send extra fluids!' 'Loosen up those holds!' 'Extra armor around the heart and soul, we can't take any chances!' When I felt the tip of Cane's pulsing erection prod between my cheeks and Abel resting at the tip of my vagina, I knew it. Here we go, men... Say a prayer. Then both thrust inside my body at the same moment and all the defenses I built for the moment shattered at my feet. My body tensed and we all froze for a moment to adjust to the feeling. I was a gluttonous little kid with fists full of candy and I wasn't about to let them go. Don't drop your eyes. Don't look away. Abel stared intently at me, gauging my emotions and trying to figure out what I was thinking. I slapped my sex kitten smile on my face and started to rock my hips. To that, both men groaned. This. This was true power. As if my cockiness flipped a switch in both men, Cane grabbed my hips and then both started thrusting, finding a rhythm where one was inside and one was pulling out. I tried keeping my eyes on Abel but I couldn't. I was so over stimulated that I couldn't control anything. My head was lolling back to rest on Cane's shoulder and my arms came around Abel's neck, pulling him closer. He took the opportunity to take a drink from my lips and kissed me hotly, still keeping pace with Cane. Sandwiched between my fire and my water, I had ripples of pleasure running through my body with each caress and each thrust into my body. I felt my orgasm building and boiling in my body and reached for it, ready for it spill over the edge but I held back, waiting for one last thing. Three... Two... One... "OK, Miss Kiss. Cum for us." There it was. I was detonated with a small phrase and I screamed as my body shattered. I cam hard and convulsed around the two cocks in my body, knowing they could feel each ripple and twist of my muscles. They both groaned and moved even faster, as they both raced to their own climaxes. I heard Cane's telltale signs of cumming as he growled and dug his fingertips deeper into my hips. Cane yelled out loudly and I felt him convulse inside my ass, sending more tiny orgasms to travel through my pelvis. In a whispered plea, I pulled Abel's head closer to mine and whispered in his ear, "Cum, Abel. Cum for me. Please..." Bittersweet Memories Ch. 03 With that beggar's plea, he thrust into me three more times before pulling out of my body and spraying his seed all across my stomach. Even cumming, with his face twisted with absolute pleasure, he was beautiful. I thought Cane was sexy with his raw sexuality and untamed desire but Abel was sexy in a different way. He was a controlled and powerful sexy that could make me tremble from across the room. But since he was so close and I was seeing his body twitch and tremble from the orgasm pulsing through his veins, I savored every blessed second of it. I wanted to remember it for a long time, even though I knew it wouldn't be the last time I would see him cum. He lifted his head and smiled at me, an innocently disguised smile that held many things, but I accepted it any way. "Well, Miss Kiss, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, "Abel said. Pulling me closer to whisper in my ear, "And I look forward to working together." He stepped back and let my sore leg muscles rest as he began to dress. Cane let me down and I walked over to get my dress. I looked toward the restroom and then back at my boys. They seemed to know I was requesting a short escape and they nodded, letting me escape for a moment. Once again, I found myself in the dirty restroom, cleaning up as I contemplate my life decisions. Washing the passion of two men took a lot of paper towels and a lot of blushing as I met my own face in the mirror. I was not the same person that stared back at me a few days ago. I lost and gained so much in my mind and my heart. I didn't even have a plan anymore; I was just going by instincts and doing whatever I could do to survive. I needed to figure out exactly what I wanted to get out of this though. Was I going to turn them in? Save my career but risk my sanity and new found sexuality? It was something I needed to decide. And fast. As well as figure out exactly what Abel meant to Cane. How close were they? I already knew that Abel was the one with all the decision making skills so he called most if not all the shots. I needed to get him alone. Yet again, I left the restroom and overheard a conversation in the office. Abel was asking about me. "What do we know about her?" "We know she's a good lay, which I can testify to. And she sucks cock like it's her job." Abel laughed at Cane's crude compliments of me, but then sobered quickly, "No, I mean about her professionally. Who is she? We know she is a cop, but what makes you think we can trust her?" He told Abel about my confession to the tracking device in my shoe and how he destroyed it. Instead of being pleased and impressed, Abel was upset and enraged. "Here? You destroyed the transmitter here? Jesus Christ, Cane. How do you know you destroyed it? And what makes you think they didn't pick it up before it was crushed? They could be on their way here right now, you fucking bastard!" Abel's rage blasted through the office and I stepped in, playing it off as I was innocently walking into the middle of a blind argument. Both men's eyes whipped to me with a mixture of curiosity and malice. I was the reason they were fighting, but what exactly to do with me? I slowly walked into the room, and asked, "Is everything alright?" Abel approached me, fully dressed and enraged. "No, everything is not alright. I need to know everything about that transmitter you gave to Cane or you aren't going to leave this building in one piece." I transformed before him. Acting the cop and playing the team player. I cocked my hip and rested it against the desk, crossing my arms. "It's a simple GPS transmitting device that will pinpoint my location but only when the transmitter is within a mile radius of the computer locator. After Cane took me, he must have driven not only fast but long enough to get out of the range of signal. My partner wouldn't have realized I was gone for at least 15 minutes. We crushed it as a precaution but unless they were right behind us, they would have burst in here an hour ago." I walked up to him and thrust my arms out. "You can check me, inside and out although... I believe you both already did. I hide nothing." Cane leaked a grin out across his face, but Abel wasn't so easily convinced. He grabbed me around the waist and said between clenched teeth, "That may satisfy him, but not me. This building is now compromised and we have to leave. Now." He turned on his heel and stalked out the door without gazing back to see if we followed. Which we did. Abel looked at the black truck we came here in. "God knows what is transmitting from that thing now." He turned furious eyes to Cane and said, "For your stupidity, your penance is to drive that thing into the river. Get rid of it. I don't care how; I just never want to see that truck again. I'm taking our friend to the office and I will meet you there after you take care of your mistake." When I thought Cane would let his temper take over and hurl insults to his partner, he meekly nodded and opened the car door before stepping in. Abel pulled out his cell phone and began hitting buttons, presumably texting someone before grabbing my hand and roughly pulling me to his own car. His grip was tight and painful and I dug my heels in the cement before we hit the gravel. "Look, I know you're upset at me, but if you break my hand I'm going to give you another reason to be pissed." Yet another mistake. I'm good at this game. He turned to me with the same crippling fury that he gave Cane and when he advanced on me, the only thing holding me in place was his menacing grip on my hand. "Let me make something clear, doll. You don't call shots in this case. You don't make decisions and you don't report to anyone but me. You already fucked up more plans than you can imagine and your only saving grace, besides your tight little body, is the fact that Cane didn't make it back into a cold cell. I need him out, alive and lucid for everything to work according to plan and if you fuck it up even more, a few bruises are going to feel like a fucking massage. You got that?" As submissive as could be, I met his anger with a nod and commenced on the path behind him before seeing the treacherous gravel lot and noticing that I didn't have shoes. Before Abel could pull me along, I yelled out, "Wait!" and when he roared out "What now?!" I was afraid to even answer. "Look, like I told your friend, I don't care what you do to me, but I'm not walking through this gravel lot filled with broken class and Hepatitis for anyone. And since he destroyed my shoe, I'm kind of helpless here." As if the wind fell from his sails, something close to concern filled his eyes and his shoulders relaxed, the tension draining from him into a hole under his feet. He took a step towards me and with his quick grin falling into place, he said, "If you wanted my hands on you again, all you had to do was ask, vixen." He quickly lifted me in a fireman's hold over his shoulder and with a girlish squeak at the unexpected move, I grabbed the back of shirt to hold on. He opened the passenger door of his own truck, a deep blue with an open cab in the back, and deposited me in the seat. "Strap in. We wouldn't want to get a ticket, would we?"