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The Latticed Gate Ch. 01

By: DeeAnna



This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and situations are used fictitiously. Any similarities to persons living or dead (unless explicitly noted), events, or locales are merely coincidental.

Waking up this morning in her bed at her apartment on St. Anne Street in the Quarter, Elle stood at the doorway of her guest room and stared at the curled up body lying in the queen bed. Lacy, her best friend and former college roommate from UCLA had flown to New Orleans with her last night after the closing of her art show in Los Angeles. They were looking forward to the two weeks that Lacy would be visiting since they rarely could get their schedules together to spend any real quality girl-time, and Elle was in desperate need of her girl time! Her dream this morning was pretty much the same one she had been having since she met Jake Chevalier just a few weeks ago. If she hadn't fucked him maybe she wouldn't have been so haunted by the memories.

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From the outset, after their first date it was quite clear that Jake was a player! A serious player! Outwardly, he was stellar. Although he was forty with a respectable job and an affable demeanor, Elle, in her sexual escapades had tangled with enough 'bad boys' to know that Jake Chevalier was cut from that very distinctive fabric. She knew not to go out with him, she knew what to expect, but he was so damned fine! Suave, charming, broad and brawn; at six-four he towered nearly a foot over her 5'6" frame. He had a swarthy complexion, straight dark hair and deep blue eyes that he had inherited from his mixed French Creole parents. He was beautiful to look at and it made random women shamelessly flirt with him. 

Shit, the first night they went out to dinner, he was bombarded with female attention and while he may have been having dinner with her, the way the women surrounding him, from the patrons, some with their own male dinner companions, to the hostesses and waitresses it was as if she was invisible and hadn't entered the restaurant with him at all! The hostess whom he seemed familiar with had slipped him her phone number, which he discreetly tucked into his pocket. Elle's eyes widened. Nor had she missed how his eyes met with their waitress' across the room, either. 

Really?

She bounced back to her initial reservations and censored her emotions while limiting her words to light conversation only to pick at her food.

She was relieved when the dinner was over. He wanted the night to continue but feigning exhaustion she cut the date short and tried to put it behind her.

Jake Chevalier was just too pretty for his own good! She had no intention of being another notch on his belt, or to compete for his attention! Squelching her attraction, she buried herself in a new painting.

While her art style tended towards realism, from time-to-time she also liked to play with styles that fell more in alignment with the impressionist genre. But this one was straight up realism and quite sexually arousing. Her date with Jake had brought up desires within her and she found herself painting a French nobleman in a brothel disrobing in the presence of his favorite whore, whom she painted draped seductively across crimson bed covers completely nude.

Several days later, as Elle crossed Bourbon Street at Orleans, she saw Jake coming out of a shop. Hoping to go undetected, she walked in front of the Bourbon-Orleans Hotel and slipped inside hurrying to the women's restroom. 

Her heart was pounding. Fuck! Why was she letting him have such an affect on her? He may be a pretty-boy, but he was no good, her internal voice admonished! Yet, her body was tingling with sensation; tingling with sexual arousal simply because she had glimpsed him!

After twenty minutes or so, she mustered the courage to leave the restroom. As she reached the hotel lobby, he was standing there, waiting for her.

Fuck!

"Why are you avoiding me?" Jake asked as his eyes seductively undressed her.

"What are you talking about?"

"You haven't returned my calls...and just now, you ran in here..."

"I ran in here because I needed to use the bathroom!" she spouted defensively. "And as for the calls...you need to back off..."

"What?" he appeared totally knocked off guard. Good, she thought, he needs to realize that he can't have everything he sees!

"I think you'd be better served if you call the woman that slipped you her number the other night at dinner."

"Elle..." he called her name so soft and sexy it sent feather-like fissures rumbling through her body. "Don't be like that...she's someone I used to know. I couldn't be rude and not take her number..."

Elle turned her head away, casting her brown eyes down. Suddenly, his fingertips were at her chin and he lifted her eyes to his. It was so subtle, so gentle and so sensual her female organ was sparking. Those blue eyes were probing her. Her breath became slightly heavy.

"I'm sorry it bothered you..."

She suddenly pulled her face from his grasp.

"I wasn't bothered!" she snapped. He grabbed her wrist.

"Come here..." he said all sexy and pulled her to one of the antique velvet French couches arranged in the empty lobby and they both sat. Her mouth tightened. "Stop being mad, you're overreacting..." 

"Look," she suddenly perked up, "we don't know each other. You do what you want, I really could care less. I'm not involved..."

He slightly frowned and wet his bottom lip.

"Well," he finally spoke, "that's unfortunate..." he paused and his eyes suddenly twinkled. "...Because I have every intention of pursuing you..." he lifted a brow and awaited a response.

"Don't waste your time," she haughtily said.

"Why are you being so hard on me?"

"I'm not!"

"Prove it! Go out with me again?"

"No! You're a player! I'm not what you're looking for!"

"Cher," the Creole endearment rolled smoothly from his tongue. "You're exactly what I'm looking for..."

Too through, she tried to rise but he pulled her down keeping her in place. At his touch her body began tremoring. Shit, her body was refusing to get on board with her brain. If he would just take his hand away from her arm, she thought.

"Why are you trembling," he asked confused. "Are you afraid of me?"

"No...I just want to go!" He released his hold on her arm and sat back gesturing that she was free to do so. She did, leaving him seated and gazing after her.

The next time she saw him was at The Cat's Meow, a bar on Bourbon Street which was headlining a local performance by Dr. John, one of her favorite musicians. She had dressed for the occasion in a short, tight-fitting strapless black dress and short heeled sandals. With her hair falling to her waist, an ample amount of cleavage exposed, her long shapely legs crossed with both arms adorned with bracelets, she had been garnering looks all night.

The set had just ended, when Leslie, Elle's friend from high-school stood in front of her at the far end of the bar making a Hurricane.

"So Leslie, how long have you been working here?" Elle inquired.

"A little over three months..."

Suddenly a raucous crowd erupted at the front of the stage and it was only then that Elle noticed Jake surrounded by a bevy of women. He appeared easy-going bantering with them. Leslie sat the drink in front of Elle and followed her gaze until, she, too, was staring in his direction. 

"Elle?" she called over the crowd. "Please tell me you haven't set those eyes on Mr. GQ?" she offered with a smirk.

"You know him?" Elle suddenly swung around to face her.

"Everyone knows Jake!"

"Everyone?"

"Yep," she said sort of reluctantly.

Elle studied her friend and allowed her eyes to fall back in the direction of Jake, who was presently being cornered by a young, blond.

"Do you know him?" Leslie asked.

"No...not really, we went out one time...he seems like a player and I'm not feeling that!"

"Good...because I'd venture to say he's sampled at least half of the pussies in here!" she laughed as Elle gasped.

"So this is a hangout for him?"

"A big one..." 

Elle turned and focused her attention back on Jake. She was glad she hadn't let it go any further than their dinner date. It was obvious he was a glut for attention and she knew she'd never act like these women who were fawning over him like bitches in heat.

She turned her attention back to her drink and stared at Leslie who had moved to the opposite end of the bar. A man, mid-forties or so, nice physique with brown wavy hair and light eyes approached the empty stool next to her.

"Is anyone sitting here," he politely asked with a bit of a Southern drawl.

"No, go ahead," she offered turning her attention back to her drink.

"I missed the first set, was it good?"

"Excellent! You can never go wrong with Dr. John!"

"Agreed!" he paused. "Are you from here?"

"Yeah," she said, "born and raised."

"You look like a local...beautiful women down here..."

Elle merely smiled.

"I'm Chuck," he extended his hand. "From Memphis..." She lightly shook his hand.

"Elle."

"Elle..." he said enamored still holding her hand. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman..."

Suddenly, Elle felt a hard squeeze on her shoulder and she was being pulled from the bar stool. When she looked up, it was Jake's angry eyes that were glaring at her.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

"Come here..." he demanded.

"No!"

Suddenly Chuck stood.

"The lady doesn't want to go with you...maybe you should find one that's more willing?"

"Fuck off," Jake yelled, fire brimming from those blue eyes.

When Chuck appeared as if he wasn't going to back down, Elle extended a calming hand gesture towards him.

"It's okay...we know each other..." she looked at Chuck who reluctantly sat down. 

Jake grabbed her upper arm and led her out onto the street. 

She was furious.

"What the fuck? What was that about?" she yelled at him, no longer able to contain her anger.

"I'm taking you home," he said as he put his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" she screamed at him and tried to pull away but his arm was tightly wound around her waist.

"Stop cursing," he gritted through tight lips.

"I do what I want!"

"You think so?" he asked as he dragged her up the street towards her apartment on St. Anne. "I'm not going to watch while you let some random hick hit on you like you're a common whore!"

She was so angered by his words, she elbowed his ribs hard. As he coiled forward she took off running towards her apartment. If she had just been able to take off her heels and run barefoot she might have outrun him, but just as her key opened the latticed gated entry to the downstairs courtyard he was pushing her inside. Her keys dropped to the ground as the gate clanked behind her and he suddenly had her pressed up against the damp inner walls of the bricked hallway.

"I was talking to him, you idiot! And why do you care what I do?"

"Because I respect you and I don't want any of these fucks putting their hands on you! And dressed like this that's all you mean to them...a good time!"

"So what! Maybe I want the same thing, asshole!" she snapped back as she tried to push the weight of his body off of her. At her words, his eyes went furiously tight as he roughly grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand. It was only then that she realized how precarious the situation had become.

"Is that what you want, Elle?" His demeanor became dark as his free hand ran down the front of her dress and he pulled it down exposing her bra-less breasts. He pinched one of her nipples bitterly hard.

She squealed in pain. 

"No..." she protested, but his mouth covered hers and suddenly his tongue was probing her while his slow hand continued roaming down her body until it slipped between her thighs and began to make its way up. His tongue surged in her mouth and entwined so softly with hers she moaned in satisfaction as her chest heaved with excitable arousal.

Her body began to tremble and the wet desire settled between her legs, already soiling her panties. He suddenly pulled his mouth from hers.

"Answer me, cher," he sexily whispered just as his fingers slipped under her panties. "Is this what you want?"

"Oh God, please don't do this..." she whispered; yet, her body was begging for his touch. "Jake...?"

His thumb pressed against her clit and she gasped.

"Is this why you're ignoring me, Elle, you're afraid you might like me?" he asked again only to send one of his digits exploring her tightness. He slurped in a breath of excitement. "I think it is," he whispered, "hot and wet." He now slipped two fingers into her and pumped the muscled walls of her vagina.

"Oh my, God," she squealed in pleasure.

"I've wanted to feel this for a long time," he let out a satisfied breath. "Fuck, you feel nice, let me show you how good I can make you feel," he stated before placing his mouth at her neck where he began to shower her with soft nibbles and sensual kisses. 

"Jake...no," she whimpered with desire as she felt her body turn to putty to his touch. Elle knew she should be fighting him, protesting, but the sensations he was sending through her were making her melt. 

Still holding her arms up, Jake rescinded his fingers from inside her and tugged at his pants freeing his engorged dick. When he pressed it up against her body, she gasped but quickly quieted just as revelers passed the latticed gate a few feet away outside.

"Shhhh," he whispered and wiped the fingers that had been inside her along the outline of her lips. She opened her mouth and licked as he wolfishly eyed her breasts before bending to one and sucking before moving to the other. His sucking mouth was brutal, vacillating between nips and hard sucks. As he assaulted her nipples, each tightened and puckered like two hard berries and her arousal level shot skyward.

This isn't happening, this isn't happening, her mind kept repeating, but in truth, she didn't want it to stop! It was raw to the core and she reveled in it! Jake Chevalier was going to fuck her in public, in the small hallway just feet from the street outside like a slut from one of his stables and she was going to let him!

The Latticed Gate Ch. 02



"Please, stop, please," Elle begged even though it was nothing but sheer pleasure straining her face.

"Do you really want me to stop, Elle?" Jake asked as he shoved her panties down and guided the tip of his dick to the opening of her vagina and teased her clit with its hardness. Dislodging her panties from one of her ankles, his hands suddenly cupped her ass and he lifted her, positioning the head of dick at her wet opening while her legs rested over the mid-part of his arms.

"No! You need to wrap that shit!" she exclaimed even though her pussy was already craving the penetration. Ignoring her demands, he pressed it into her. "Damn you, Jake Chevalier!" she hissed as her pussy juices allowed his wide girth entry and his length found its haven. He pleasantly moaned and she could feel his breathing intensify.

"I've wanted you since the first day we met," he whispered in her ear as his hips slowly pumped into her. "You wanted this too, Elle..."

"No, I didn't!" she exclaimed in a voice of heightened excitement.

"Then tell me to stop!" he demanded, just as his stroking pace began to intensify.

"Now? You want me tell you to stop, now?" she whined while beginning to pant.

"Why not?" he pulled back, slowing his pace.

"Stop fucking with me, Jake!"

She could see the sinister smile in his eyes.

"You want me to stop fucking you?"

"No!" her voice was queasy, filled with both despair and panic that he'd stop.

"So you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!"

"Say it!"

"I hate you!"

Jake suddenly pummeled into her so hard, her back bounced off the brick wall; as he hammered his thickness into her the rough, porous medium abrasively scratched at her delicate skin.

Hearing voices, they both quieted like two nocturnal animals with night vision, both keenly gazing towards the French lattice gate. Although they could hear people approaching, Jake never stopped his sensual assault, prodding his love tool deep into the recesses of her craving pussy. Once the voices had moved out of range, Elle's breaths became sporadic.

"Yes...oh God," Elle whispered. "Please, fuck me, fuck me, do it!"

"Do you hate me, Elle?"

"Yes! No! Please! Jake!" her voice rattled while her mind sauntered in a complete fog of pleasure.

Gripping her ass, Jake held her tight and suddenly whisked around and shoved her hard against the opposite wall. As her back made contact against the rough surface, he commenced to thrusting as hard as he could. His dick was forcing her tight pussy to open and receive him as he hit it hard and relentless like a madman, long, brutal, rapid, ravaging strokes while he grunted and groaned. All of a sudden, she felt it rising inside her.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she squealed in desperation as her hips went into a frenzy pumping his dick furiously in and out of her in an attempt to covet everything it had to offer.

"Eeeeeennnnggg", her voice let out a steady pitch as she climaxed and her entire being felt like it had climbed over the top of a high peak.

With both of his hands pressed to the wall, and her legs draped over his arms, Jake continued to plow into her until a bellowing rumble of satisfaction escaped his mouth. The way his dick jerked inside of her, and the sudden extra wetness, she knew he had come.

"Fuck!" she suddenly gasped, quickly catapulted back to reality. "Why didn't you pull out?" she squawked trying to untangle her legs from his arms.

"Don't fucking move!" he growled, his dick still deep inside her. He appeared between worlds, yet the weight of his body still pressed hard and heavy against hers.

"Is that how you're going to talk to me after making you come like that?" he finally said.

"Let me down," she demanded. "You could've at least had the courtesy to wear a condom!"

As he lifted her off of him, a huge grin crossed his face. He squatted in front of her grabbing the panties that were still wrapped around one ankle.

"Lift you foot and step out of these," he ordered. She didn't know why she complied, she just did. He damn near stuffed her panties in her pussy sopping up their residual love juices, only to pull them away and bring them to his nose whereupon he took a long, languishing sniff, only to look at her and smile.

"You're nasty!" she putridly exclaimed as she pulled her dress back over her breasts trying to momentarily recover her modesty.

"As are you!" he retorted and wiped the soiled underwear across her lips. She recoiled and turned her face away, but Jake suddenly gripped and handful of her hair and pulled tight.

She cried out. "Jake!"

"Smell us!" he ordered, again wiping her soiled panties against her face and forcing her to smell. She tried to turn her face but his grip was so tight around her hair, she was forced to inhale their essence; a cologne and perfumed, sweat-induced, pungent but sweet composition of their blended body odors. "I want you to remember that smell, because you see, Elle, I know you wouldn't have given it up like this to that jerk in the bar," he said as he let go of her hair and pocketed the panties before putting his dick away. Only partially zipping his fly, his pants hung loosely around his hips.

"You're so fucking arrogant, why do you care how I give it up," she retorted as she watched him bend down and pick up her keys. "I can fuck whoever I want, and however I want," she defiantly added. As he gazed at her, his eyes went tight with disapproval. "You need to leave now," Elle spouted only to hold her hand out for her keys.

She let out a shriek when he lifted her without warning, throwing over his shoulder like a bale of cotton only to ascend the stairway to her second-story apartment.

"What are you doing?" Elle protested but not too loud because she knew her elderly neighbor had already gone to bed. She heard her key go into the door unlocking it. Jake pushed the door open and closed it with his foot and flipped a light switch.

"Put me down!" she demanded. But he didn't. He did a complete three-sixty degree turn checking out her surroundings before carrying her down the hallway towards her bedroom where she had left a light on. Entering her bedroom, he forcefully threw her on the bed. She bounced.

"Get out!"

"You need to stop talking so badly to me..." Jake said as he closed her bedroom door and removed his socks and shoes.

"I just want you to leave!"

"Baby, that's not going to happen, not just now anyway!"

She watched as he took off his shirt exposing those broad shoulders, strained biceps and ripped muscles. Fuck! It would've been a lot easier if he had just left. She didn't want to see him undress in front of her! When he unzipped his pants and took them off and then his underwear, she couldn't help but gasp. Fuck! She had a clear view! His dick was as gorgeous as the rest of him.

"You got what you wanted! You can now add me to your long line of conquests and move on!"

Suddenly, he straightened as if her words had pierced him.

"Is that what you think?" he finally said. Elle said nothing, just angrily poked her lips out to match the scowl on her face. Jake sat down next to her on the bed.

"You're not in their category..." his voice calmly said.

"No?" she offered sarcastically. "So how do you explain what you just did to me?"

His eyes softened as he reached out and tenderly stroked her face. His eyes were so piercingly blue, she felt light-headed with both attraction and arousal!

"I gave you a hard fuck because you needed an attitude adjustment! Not because I think you're anything like the easy women that flock around me!"

"You mean the easy women you fuck!" she hissed. "And you didn't even wear a condom! You're an ass!" she spat it out.

In the blink of an eye, Jake's hand went around her neck. He wasn't choking her but it was obvious she had set him off. He shoved her flat on the bed and straddled her face and shoved that beautiful specimen of a dick into her mouth.

"When you can speak nicely to me, I'll take this out of your mouth!"

Elle's eyes widened as she looked up at him. He began to slide his dick along her tongue and she could feel herself becoming quickly stimulated.

"Are you going to be nice to me?" he asked as he continued to dip his cock into her mouth. She angrily grunted and tried to shove him off of her. "Why do you want me to do this to you, Elle?" he asked with a confused look on his face.

I don't want you doing anything to me, you fucking brute, she tried to say but his cock wedged deep in her throat and her voice box could only sound angry noises. He shoved farther until his abdomen was pressed hard against her face.

"Fuck," he said impressed. "You can take all of it?" He seemed genuinely surprised as he pulled most of it out, except for the head only to force it back down her throat. "This would've been way nicer if you had just let me fuck you in the beginning...and by the way, the next time you call me an ass, yours will get fucked, hard!"

Elle's ass muscles instinctively contracted. The word was storming through her brain. ASS! ASS! ASS! ASS! But, his dick was so deep down her throat cavity she couldn't even murmur it! He continued to dip his dick, pulling out and pushing in, sometimes so hard she thought she might gag. But what was distressing was the excitement she felt at his treatment of her. Suddenly she wanted to cry. She wanted to cry because the way he had took her and made her fuck him, and now making her swallow him, she was angry at herself because it was all so stirring and arousing. In fact, at that very moment her pussy was leaking like a sieve and she knew it would be but a small amount of time before his fingers wandered to the place and he discovered this to be her proclivity.

Jake suddenly pulled out of her mouth and she took in a deep breath glad that she hadn't gagged on him. She turned her head away reticent, only to became docile and quiet. Feeling her dress pull away from her breasts once again exposing them, she struggled to cover herself. His finger flicked one of her nipples and she sucked in a painful but excited breath as it hardened into a ripe bud. Although there was a frown on her face as she gazed at him, she couldn't help but see how beautifully sexy he was. 

He pressed the tip of his dick hard into her nipple until it created a deep indent, only to pull away and slap its hardness against it. She flinched at the contact, but remained still. She closed her eyes suddenly feeling the shame of having allowed him to turn her into one of his stable of sluts. She cowered with the weakness she felt and how brazenly whorish she had exhibited herself to be in his presence.

Finally, he stopped his nipple hitting game and grabbed her chin, turning her face toward him. Her eyes remained closed.

"Look at me!" he commanded.

"I don't want to!" she tried to push him off of her.

He grabbed her wrists halting her.

"Stop resisting!"

She wondered if that was how he said it to the criminals he arrested.

Now she was gazing defiantly hard into his eyes.

"Do you think I can't read that look in your eyes? You want to hurt me?" She glowered in anger. "Are you thinking about reporting me?"

"Don't tempt me! Because we both know you'd lose your job!"

"This is consensual, cher, your word against mine," he stated, yet she could tell he was thinking about it. Even an unconfirmed report of sexual assault wouldn't look good in his police file, nor would it help the image of the New Orleans police force, especially leveled at one of their most esteemed homicide detectives. But as she thought about it, he was right, she hadn't objected to any of the obscene acts he had coerced her to do.

"There was a reason I didn't want you! I didn't want to be one of your sluts...but now I am..."

Anger jetted to his face like a sudden black cloud. He forcefully grabbed her jaw and squeezed tight.

"Don't you ever say that!" he angrily gritted. "If I ever hear you say that again, I'll turn you over my knee and spank you and I promise, you'll feel my wrath!" his enraged eyes stabbed her. "You're not like them!"

"So why'd you fuck me like that?" she screeched back.

"Do you think they get fucked like that? Do you think I'd ever fuck a woman and not put a condom on?" he shouted in frustration.

"You didn't wear one with me!"

"Exactly! You're not like them!" He suddenly quieted as if in deep thought. Appearing to settle his composure, he softly shook his head. Elle? I'm sorry!" It came out sincere, but flustered. He sighed. "Are you on birth control?" his voice hesitant.

Elle waited so long to respond she could see him becoming agitated. Finally, she nodded.

"Okay..." he sounded relieved. He gently took her hand and sensually stroked each digit of her delicately narrow fingers. "I wanted to feel the real deal with you," he stated as if it were a confession. "It's been a long time since I've been skin on skin...it probably wouldn't have gone down like that, but when I saw him take your hand, his eyes undressing you...it pissed me off!"

"I wasn't going to fuck him, he was just introducing himself. You didn't have to go all psycho!"

He stared at her in silence before taking a deep breath.

"He was coming on to you...and your whole posture was agreeable!" He paused. "Why won't you go out with me?"

Elle sat up on the bed and pulled her dress over her breasts while gazing hard at him. She couldn't believe he was asking her that after how he had just fucked her. She surprised even herself when she grabbed his softening dick and squeezed it.

"Because you're a mack! You can't keep this shit in your pants, let alone train it on one pussy, one mouth or one ass!"

He suddenly laughed. Hearing it made her feel warm inside. She actually had spoken the truth from her heart and he wasn't mad at her.

"You are so wrong!" he said with a grin that made him look like he was a normal person. She was encouraged.

"Have you ever in your life been faithful to one woman?"

"Yeah. For ten years...when I was married."

"You were married? And you were faithful, you didn't fuck around?"

"No."

"For ten years you fucked the same woman?"

"Yes."

She frowned, "So what happened to you?"

A cold quiet came over him. She could see that he was thinking, but when his jaw tightened and his face, she quickly intuited that it was something deeply rooted, something that had wounded him, a wound that he was still trying to heal. He remained silent. Although it made her extremely curious, she knew to leave it alone, at least for now. This was a man that required space, lots of it and God only knew what kinds of demons were lurking inside him. She was determined that she'd give him his space, at least it was something she could offer him that his other little sluts were clueless about. She suddenly shifted to get up. He grabbed her pulling her back to him.

"It's not important..."

Those blue eyes stared at her as if expecting to hear a whine, or some comment. She made none, merely stared at him. The back of his hand ran gently along the contour of her jaw. She liked the way he was looking at her, in a crazy sort of way she felt connected to him, special.

"Let's start over and do this properly?" he finally said, his eyes intensely sincere.

"What does that mean?"

"It means give me a chance..." he looked at her expectantly.

"And what about your fuck sluts?"

"You're the only fuck I want..."

"And you can just give them up?" she asked incredulous.

"If you'll let me be the one for you...I will give them up."

Elle's mouth twisted. It was actually the first conversation that she had with him that seemed real, yet she had her doubts.

"If I find out you're fucking around, it's over, man! All bets off! I do what I please with whoever I please and you do what you please with whoever you please!" She lifted a brow as if she meant business.

Jake smiled. "It's us then...one on one?"

After a long silence, Elle nodded.



The Latticed Gate Ch. 03



Elle was still standing at the bedroom door of the guest room as her mind continued to wander. Every detail from that night with Jake was clearly visible in her consciousness. When he took control of her body outside at the gate, it had opened a Pandora's box of memories, emotions, taboos and sexual pleasures. No wonder she kept having the same dream of being fucked senseless! 

After agreeing that they would be 'one on one' it began in earnest and she soon realized that it was that skin-to-skin contact with no condom hampering him that made him fuck her to the point she nearly passed out from exhaustion. He stole one pleasure after another until her body felt insanely abused. He took her again and again, sampling the many pleasures she could physically offer, pussy, ass, mouth; pain intermingled with pleasure. His sexual appetite was endless! No wonder he needed to fuck so many women. On top of that, he liked his sex rough. 

As if she had become his plaything, she easily met with his approval and demands which kept him aroused. When it was over and he finally left to begin his day at the precinct, daylight was breaking.

The entire day after, she couldn't stop the onslaught of sexual memories. She thought he might ring her, but he didn't, nor did he call the following day leaving her to believe that he had got what he wanted and had simply kicked her to the curb. That thought diminished her. She was glad she had the art exhibition in Los Angeles to distract her and that she would be flying out the following day. Forty-eight hours after their tryst at the gate, she was on a plane to Los Angeles, relieved to put distance between the two of them, berating herself the whole time for having put herself in a position of being his one and only, yet forced to face the stark reality that she was nothing more than an easy lay; another one of his long line of sluts.

It was the second to last day of her week in Los Angeles that she received an unexpected call from him on her cell phone, a number she hadn't given him. It should have felt creepy, but hearing his deep voice, it boomeranged and suddenly she could nearly feel his hands sliding over her ass and gripping it brutally hard as she sat on top of him frantically pumping his dick in and out of her. When he cried out in ecstasy as he was coming, the pitch was like a melancholic wail and as she gazed down at him she felt like she was witnessing something in his being that was quite vulnerable. 

Hearing his voice had made her insides flutter.

Why haven't you answered my calls, he harshly interrogated, sounding quite irritated. So, he had called, she thought. She told him she was out of town on business. When he found out she was in Los Angeles he became quite irate that she hadn't told him which resulted in a nasty shouting match until she simply hung up on him. He called back repeatedly but she wouldn't pick up. He left several angry and demanding messages. The following day he called again, his demeanor calm and composed, sexy even.

"Elle, I'm sorry for getting so angry. Please don't be mad...I just...I need to see you," his sex-laden voice was desperate. "I need to feel you...I need to touch you! Please call me back and let me know when you're coming home. I'll be waiting to hear from you, cher."

Even though everything about him was infiltrating her being, she didn't return his call, she couldn't. Her mind was jumbled. Between his angry outbursts and his sweet-talking charm she didn't know if she was coming or going! And then there was the fact that he had used his position and contacts as a police detective to track her down and she couldn't help but feel like he was stalking her. She called Lacy for perspective, although she withheld all of the embarrassing sexual details.

When Lacy told her to report him to the police, she was too ashamed to tell her he was the police! 

Elle pulled her robe tight across her body. Last night when she got home there were over fifteen messages from him on her landline answering machine, some saying how much he had enjoyed her and needed to see her again, others demanding that she call him. Listening to their overall content made her suspicious. Why had he waited two whole days before making the effort to contact her? What was his game? 

"Seriously, Elle," Lacy sat up in bed, her voice pulling Elle back to real time. "Why are you just standing there, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she lied. "You were sleeping so peaceful I was debating if I should wake you..."

"What time did we go to bed?"

"A little after four..."

"And you're up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?"

"It's a party town, sleep is overrated! Come on, let's get dressed. Beignets and café au lait are just steps away. Can't you smell them?"

Lacy flipped the covers from her body and extended her legs out until her feet were planted firmly on the floor. She dragged into an upright position.

"Okay, but only on the condition that you dish on what's up with you...?"

As she looked up at her, Elle twisted her lips.

"Forget it then," Lacy huffed indifferently and plopped back onto the bed. "I can get beignets and coffee any time!"

"Okay! But it's complicated..." she frowned.

"Complicated? And when isn't it with you?" she smiled and got out of bed.

* * * * * * * *

At Café du Monde, two café-au-laits and two orders of beignets later, the two thirty-something women were engrossed in their private conversation. Elle gave her an abridged version interspersed with a few sordid details that included how Jake had fucked her outside at the gate leading into the courtyard. Lacy appeared to lap up the juicy details of Elle's love life like a thirsty dog on a summer day.

"So let me get this right, you let the player play you?"

"Don't make it sound like I'm debased, you've done way worse!"

Lacy laughed.

"We all know I'm a different story! I just didn't think you had it in you to let go like that...?"

Elle's eyes fell blank. There were a lot of things Lacy didn't know about her, degrading and humiliating things that she had spent her life trying to bury.

"So how attracted are you to this player slash stalker?"

Elle sucked her teeth and tilted her head to the side and gazed deep into her friend's eyes.

"Oh shit, please don't tell me you're falling for this guy?" Lacy perked in her seat. "Elle...? She dragged out her name. "He's someone you have fun with, you don't get hung up on these types, it's against the rules!"

"I'm not hung up!" she defended.

"Bullshit! He's got you strung out! That must have been some damned good pipe he laid on you!"

Elle smiled coquettishly. She got that right!

"Come on, let's get out of here!" Elle said scooting her chair back.

Both women rose and dusted the customary powdered sugar from their clothes. They stepped out onto Decatur Street which was fairly quiet; still too early for the avalanche of tourists and the merry-making that had saturated the balmy air and anchored it to the cobblestone streets throughout the wee hours of the morning.

Lacy was actually happy to finally be in NOLA with her girl, but as she walked alongside her, she couldn't help but sense that something dark was going on inside of her, something more than fucking around with a player and falling for him.

As they waited for a car to pass, they jaywalked across the street just as the unmarked police car made a quick u-turn with a quick flip of its siren and police lights flashing on the front grill of the car. Both women turned around. 

Lacy watched a plain clothes officer in a pair of slacks and a dress, long-sleeved shirt with a shoulder holster housing what appeared to be a large caliber gun as he stepped out of the vehicle. His partner also exited and waited at the passenger door. Standing at the front of the car, the officer motioned the women toward him as if they were in trouble.

"Oh fuck," Lacy murmured under her breath. "Tell me this isn't happening!"

"It's not," Elle deadpanned, a defiant stare taking hold of her face. Elle slid her arm into Lacy's and walked towards the awaiting officer. 

With the women now standing but a few feet in front of him, Lacy couldn't help but notice how absolutely drop-dead gorgeous he was as the man's piercing blue eyes went from one woman to the other. As Lacy looked at his partner across the car, as buffed as the one standing in front of her, she shook her head. This was obvious grandstanding, plain and simple!

"Both of you could be cited for jaywalking..." his deep voice crooned as he raised a brow.

"Are you trying to embarrass us? You want people to think we've done something wrong?" Elle asked contemptuously which surprised Lacy.

"Elle...?" she said softly knowing how good Elle was at instigating shit and how it always got them into trouble.

"You did do something wrong!" he retorted, a slight frown now on his face. "You could have caused an accident!"

"An accident? With who? The light pole? There's no cars out here...we didn't do anything wrong!"

Reaching into the opened car window, he pulled out a pad. Elle pivoted her head.

"What? You're going to write me a ticket?" she blasted with attitude. Lacy was shocked by her insolent demeanor.

"Elle! You're making it worse...!" she declared, her voice filled with trepidation.

As the officer gazed at Elle, his stance became challenging.

"I think you should lose the attitude and stop mouthing off to me!" He boldly stated.

Suddenly Lacy pulled Elle aside.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, but Elle merely pulled away from her and struck a rebellious pose.

"Mouthing off...?" she said confrontationally.

Fearing the consequences of this exchange, Lacy moved in front of Elle and addressed the officer directly.

"Look, we're sorry. My best friend and I weren't paying attention, but really, there were no cars out here! We didn't think it would be a problem!"

"I'm not sorry!" Elle hissed.

"You need to listen to your friend..." the baritone voice suddenly warned.

"Or what?" she impudently balked. Lacy yanked Elle's arm.

"I can't believe you're doing this!" she whispered to her.

"Do you want to keep pushing and see what happens?" the officer responded, his fierce eyes burrowing into Elle.

"No...she doesn't!" Lacy interjected on her behalf.

"Lacy, this is whack! This ass who all of a sudden is in our faces is..."

Lacy suddenly grabbed her arm.

"No you didn't! Be quiet, Elle, we're going to end up in jail!"

"Really? I'd like to see how he'd explain that!" she scowled. "You see, Lacy, this man who seems to suddenly have a problem with my mouth is Detective Jacob Chevalier...aka Jake!"

"The player?" it slipped from her mouth. "Oh shit!" she mumbled. Why didn't Elle tell her, or at least give her some kind of heads-up? Yet, it could've been worse; she could've called him the 'stalker'.

Lacy's eyes bounced from Elle to Jake and then to his partner, who had glanced up and chuckled at her declaration. But when Jake's and Elle's eyes locked in an intense gaze, she could see first-hand their chemistry was crazy.

"I don't have a problem with that beautiful mouth of yours," Jake suddenly crooned, "but you and I both know it's better served elsewhere..." His tongue sensually wet his lip.

Lacy's eyebrows lifted at the innuendo as she watched Elle's face flush. Suddenly, Jake shifted his eyes to her.

"Lacy...so you're her best friend?" He asked as if uncovering a piece to Elle's puzzle. Lacy nodded. Damn, he looked good! "It's nice to meet you..." he offered his hand and she shook it. Oh hell, Lacy thought, no wonder Elle was falling, this one was way over the top, looks, charm and a fuck machine? Whew! Seeing as how he had clipped her girl, Lacy decided to take a shot at him.

"Your reputation precedes you..." Lacy boldly offered, "...and I see why. So, this must be another one of those games you two play, like at the gate?" She lifted a brow. The surprise on Jake's face that she had peeped him was priceless. Even though Elle had shot disapproving eyes in her direction, Lacy was a player in her own right and bantering with one of her male counterparts felt right on time. "Do you arrest her and cuff her now?" Lacy giggled.

Elle jerked Lacy's arm to shut her up while Jake's eyes shifted with amusing interest. Those blue eyes gave her friend the once over, they had nasty written all over them!

"Is that a game Elle wants to play?" he retorted, his sexy blue eyes never leaving her.

Touche', Lacy thought as she heard the slight gasp escape Elle's mouth. She watched her friend's eyes rivet towards the cuffs on his belt. His hand fingered them and when she looked up at him, embarrassment overtook her face. 

"Lacy," Jake offered a stealth smile. Uh-oh, Lacy thought, she recognized the tone. He was prepping a comeback. "She's your best friend, you obviously share secrets, tell me, do you think Elle would play that game with me?"

"Lace!" Elle warned only to shoot scornful eyes in his direction. "Back off, Jake!"

He impishly grinned and suddenly reached out and ran the back of his hand along Elle's face. She recoiled.

"I'm very good at extracting information..." he suggestively taunted.

"I bet you are," Lacy interjected under her breath while Jake's attention remained on Elle. 

"Don't you have to go back to work?" Elle suddenly spouted as a cell phone rang inside the car. His partner got back into the passenger seat to take the call. Lacy could feel the sexual tension between Jake and Elle brewing and as Jake's eyes tightened in Elle's direction, it made her feel kind of sorry for him. Perhaps it wasn't what he had put on Elle, but in fact, it was Elle that had laid down a brand of sex on him that had him looking all smitten.

"When'd you get back in town?" Jake's voice went serious but remained sexy.

"Last night..." Elle demurely stated.

"Were you going to call me?

"Yeah..."

"...when?"

Elle said nothing, merely stared at him.

"Am I going to see you tonight?"

"No, Lacy and I are..."

"...oh no you don't! I won't be the excuse!"

Jake suddenly laughed at her friend's cagey betrayal and the look it plastered on Elle's face.

"So tonight?" he said to Elle who bit her lip and continued her silent stare. "Seven. I'll pick you up."

* * * * * * *

"You are a waynch!" Elle snarled at Lacy. "I won't be the excuse? That was fucked up!" Elle said annoyed as the two women walked through the Quarter.

"I'm not anybody's wench!"

"I didn't say wench, I said waynch! How could you do that?"

"Can I tell you what I think?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"I think you've pulled that player!" Lacy raised her eyebrows.

"What?" Elle stopped dead in her tracks with a look of perplexed confusion. "No..." her voice doubtful. "Why do you say that?"

"The way he looked at you...the things he said to you...and you, who I thought was my best friend left out big chunks of details! That's why I wouldn't be your excuse!"

"What are you talking about?"

Lacy pulled on her arm and led her across the street.

"We both know that beautiful mouth of yours is better served elsewhere? You didn't tell me you sucked his dick and from what I can gather you must've done an excellent job because you obviously left a lingering impression!"

Elle's face flushed almost crimson.

"What else did you do with him?"

"Nothing!"

"That's shitty shit, Elle! Why can't you tell me?"

"I did stuff with him, okay!" she snapped. "I let him do things to me! I liked it! I wanted him to!" the tears welled in Elle's eyes. Suddenly, Lacy pulled her into one of the café's on St. Peter's street and sat with her in a quiet corner.

"What's wrong, Elle? Why are you crying?"

"It was slutty, Lace..."

"So what? It was private, between the two of you!"

"He fucked me without a condom!"

"What? Are you crazy? He's a player! You don't even know where that shit has been! Why?"

"You don't think I asked him to wear one? He didn't care, he did it because he could! Yes, he can be charming and he's beautiful to look at but he can be mean and heavy-handed...you saw how he pulled us over like that...he gets what he wants! And maybe sometimes he doesn't know the difference between a woman and one of his fucking criminals! Yeah, he did me all night without a condom! So go ahead, judge me!"

"I'm not judging you, Elle, I just know you! In your most drunken stupor, you always have remembered the condom!" As Lacy studied her, Elle closed her eyes hard. "Are you worried that he gave you something?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"He said he always uses them, except with me he didn't want to..."

"And you believed him?"

"Only because of how he acted when he was inside me..."

"How'd he act?"

"Like he was really feeling it, like he was feeling the sensations for the first time..." Elle's mouth twisted. "But then, he's a player, right, he's got this shit down..."

"Call him and tell him the plans have changed."

Elle snickered. "You think it's that easy..."

"Then I'll call him and tell him that I changed my mind and we're going out."

"And he'll show up!"

"I'm sorry, Elle, I thought you liked him..."

"I do! That's the problem!"



The Latticed Gate Ch. 04



Elle was nervous and extremely cautious when Jake opened the door to his house. She hadn't expected him to bring her there. He told her to get comfortable as he immediately disappeared towards the kitchen. A nice home-cooked aroma filled the room and her tensions eased a bit but she was fighting off a foreboding sense of being closed off in an unpredictable bear's lair. She looked around the house that was located on one of the nicer streets a few blocks from Tulane. It was a two-bedroom, Louisiana shotgun-style home. Everything was orderly and neat and she found herself wondering how many other women he had brought there. 

Moseying toward the dining room she saw that the table was exquisitely set for two; china, silver, wine and water goblets, cloth napkins and tapered candles in candelabras! It surprised her. While it screamed southern Louisiana etiquette, she never would have pegged a cop let alone a man with Jake's rough edges to care or appreciate anything remotely genteel.

As she walked back towards the living room she caught her reflection in a gold-inlaid mirror mounted above a three-drawer vestibule table that was cleared except for a combo phone/answering machine and a cobalt antique tray which was where Jake had placed his keys.

Hearing Jake in the kitchen, she stared at herself in the mirror and tried to calm her nerves. The form-fitting deep blue sleeveless mini dress she had worn with flat sandals was simple; she wasn't overly exposed nor was she overtly covered up. Her dark, thick hair hung to her waist and as she pushed some strands back off of her shoulder, she suddenly remembered the last time Jake had seen her in a dress at The Cat's Meow and how it had set him off. A cold shiver suddenly streaked through her body.

Suddenly, feeling ominous, she quietly slid open one of the drawers and surveyed its contents; a small box of Kleenex, several books of matches and emergency candles were neatly arranged. Checking the next drawer, it too neatly stored mail that had been organized and a dish of paperclips. Opening the third drawer, she immediately stepped back as if a viper had suddenly popped out. She froze and stared down at his service revolver, a .45 holstered. She sucked in a nervous breath.

"Are you always so nosy?" Jake asked instantly startling her. She turned and looked at him as he walked towards her and closed the drawer.

"No...I'm sorry," her face flushed with embarrassment. "I was just..." she gazed guiltily to the floor. He moved so close to her his scent was overwhelming her senses. Reflexively, she began to backup but didn't get far as her backside pressed into the table.

"Just what...?" his voice was so sexy her breath became short. He suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards him and kissed her. Feeling his sensual lips on hers sent tingles through her body but when their tongues met, her knees instantly felt like Jell-o. As he pulled his mouth from hers, he leaned his face into her neck and she heard him suck in a deep breath.

"You smell good," his deep voice whispered.

"You too," she replied. Fuck! It had been nine days since that night and every nerve in her body was sparking with desire.

"We'll sit down in a minute," he said softly into her ear as his hand slid on the polished cotton of her dress over her ass to the side of her hip and down to her knee where it stopped before making its way up the inside of her thigh.

She gasped.

He nibbled at her neck and suddenly she felt his fingers at the front of her panties caressing her mound, she was about to melt when all of a sudden his hand grabbed the fabric and violently ripped.

"Jake!" she squealed and pushed him off of her as he pulled the panties away from her body and she saw them in his hand. As she stared at that beautiful face and those deep blue eyes, he grinned like a happy cat.

"Why did you do that?" her voice just short of a whine.

"I didn't give you permission to snoop," he said amused and cocky only to squeeze her chin, "and this is how I want you dressed for dinner..." he grinned again. "Come on, sit down," he affably gestured towards the dining room table, "in fact, why don't you light those candles?" He opened one of the drawers and gave her a book of matches.

With the candles lit, the lights dimmed and dinner served, fresh bread, salad and a rich Shrimp Etoufee', which was impressive, Elle stared at him as if he was another man altogether. As she took a sip from her wine goblet, she frowned.

"I can't believe you did all of this for me...?" she said confused. "What's the catch?"

"Catch?" he asked also taking a sip of his wine.

"When does the other shoe drop?"

He smiled wickedly, "Later."

"So you're going to wine me and dine me before..."

"I fuck you!" he finished the sentence. "And you, Elle, have some debts to pay!" he said sinisterly.

"Debts? What debts?"

"We'll leave that business for the bedroom..."

"No! I want to know now!"

"You're going to make demands after I've been so nice to you...why are you so rude?"

Elle could feel the blood rush to her face, she immediately tucked her forehead into her palm hiding her face. It was rude! Regardless of any future agenda he was toying with he had gone all out with his effort. She could feel those blue eyes boring through her.

"Elle," she heard him say, his voice low and sexy. "Look at me, Elle..."

She tightened her lips and slowly removed her hand and looked up at him. Fuck, why did he have to be so damned good-looking?

"I don't know anything about you...we went on one date and you shut down..."

"How do you expect a woman to act when her date is flirting with every woman that walks by?"

"I wasn't flirting! They were!"

"Right!" she said facetiously. "I saw you and our waitress look at each other, not to mention how the hostess gave you her number."

"I've already told you about the number and the look I gave the waitress was to stay away! I wanted to get to know you!" he said heatedly. "But you just made up your mind who I was and closed off!"

"Why? Why did you want to know me? Why did you even ask me out?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I'm sure you have a woman for every day of the week and every hour of the day, why did you drag me in the mix?"

"Drag you?" he looked hurt. "Goddamnit, Elle, don't start this shit!" he said angrily.

She immediately fell quiet.

"I thought we already came to an understanding that you and only you would be the woman I fuck. Why do you want to keep throwing this up in my face?"

As she gazed at him she could see he was angry and disappointed. 

"I don't..." her voice was soft, "I'm sorry," it came out passive. She gazed downward away from his eyes.

Both went quiet. Elle took another sip of her wine.

"Is there anything else I can get you," he politely asked.

"No, thank you," she said her eyes still directed downwards.

"Look at me when you talk to me!" he suddenly barked and she flipped her eyes up and gazed into his, which suddenly appeared quite annoyed with her.

"What do you want to know about me?" she quickly asked hoping to redirect his energy which was moving like a wild-fire set on burning everything in its path. She didn't wait for him to answer, her mouth, like a motor, just took off. "You already know I'm an artist, pretty much full time now. I grew up here, went to Cabrini High, traveled a little after I graduated and then went to UCLA." She stopped and bit her lip as she waited for him to say something.

"When did you know you were an artist?"

She stared at him, he seemed genuinely interested.

"Since I was little. In school, I always did well, the nuns said I was gifted, but I didn't really get serious until I was sixteen."

"What happened when you were sixteen...that made you serious?"

She froze and gazed at him, she looked down as if thinking about it was difficult.

"My father died," she finally said.

"Is your mother alive?"

"No, she died an hour after I was born...complications..."

As Elle looked up at him, his eyes went easy, almost compassionate.

"So we have that in common, both parents deceased...do you have siblings?"

"No, I'm an only child."

"Another commonality....you said you were on a business trip in Los Angeles, what kind of business?"

"I had an art show...an exhibition of my work and other regional artists around the country."

"How long did you live in L.A.?"

"Four years."

"Did you have a boyfriend?"

Elle suddenly became quiet. Why was he asking her that, what did that have to do with the price of tea in China?

"You can't answer?"

"Yes. I did!" it came out touchy.

"How long were you with him?"

"Three years."

"Did you see him while you were there last week?"

"No!"

"Why did you break up?"

"Why are you interrogating me?" she huffed.

"Why. Did. You. Break. Up?" he raised his voice enunciating each word.

"Because I found him fucking another girl in our bed," she yelled, "something I would imagine you'd be quite familiar with!" she impudently spewed.

He jumped up from the chair so fast, it crashed to the floor. He angrily grabbed her arm squeezing it hard and without saying a word, he dragged her down the hallway into his bedroom.

Elle was scared, really scared. She had incited him. He had already told her she had debts to pay and that was when he was calm, now all of sudden he had switched into that dark ire.

Two small lamps on night tables lit the room. The colors were deep browns and blacks and it felt like a dark cavern. A man's room! It wasn't especially wide, but it was deep so that the bed which was huge, she was guessing a California king, framed by the two night stands took up one end of the room, while a chest of drawers, a small seating area and a flat screen mounted on the wall were at the opposite end. 

As he let go of her he roughly manhandled her, twisting her around so that she was facing the bed. She wanted to run but really there was no point; it hadn't helped her the last time, so she just stood there and watched him sit at the foot of the bed while he angrily glared at her.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered.

"No!" she defiantly retorted.

"You have two choices," he barked. "Take off your clothes or I will strip you naked and you will fare much worse!"

She began to tremble. Shit, he was crazy! He was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde! She could barely step out of her sandals. Fumbling with the zipper of her dress, she quickly unzipped and stepped out of it, but feeling exposed she modestly held it in front of her vagina which he had already stripped bare.

"Drop the dress and take off the bra," he directed; his voice a little less angry.

She closed her eyes and was shaking like a leaf as she complied with his orders and dropped the dress to the floor, only to unclasp her bra and pull it away from her breasts. As she stood naked in front of him, she felt shameful.

"Now look at me!"

She looked at him, while internally shivering with fear.

"There are things you need to know about me and remember," he said in a no nonsense voice. "First. The next time you leave town I want to know in advance. I'm not saying you have to ask my permission to leave, but I need to know! Second. If you ever hang up on me again, or don't return my calls, I'll find you and when I do I will make your ass sting! Do you understand?"

She meekly nodded even though it pissed her off that he was talking to her like she was some stupid little school girl he could manipulate.

"I want to hear an answer!"

"Yes!" she yelled with an impertinent attitude.

Suddenly he was standing in front of her and had a hold of her hair pulling it so tight, she could feel the strands disengage from her scalp. 

"Did you raise your voice to me?"

"Stop! You're hurting me!" She whined.

"Apologize!"

"I'm sorry," she quickly said. He released her hair and circled around her before slapping one of her breasts. She flinched.

"This morning, you purposely, intentionally," he emphasized, "called me an ass in front of my partner and your friend..."

Oh shit, she thought, this is where it was all coming from!

"What did I tell you I was going to do to you if you ever called me an ass again?"

She remained quiet.

"Answer me!" he shouted.

"That you'd fuck me!" she angrily shouted back. Whack! He slapped her other breast.

"Don't push me, Elle! I'd advise you to lose the attitude," he warned and continued, "Fuck you where?"

"In the ass..."

"How?"

"Hard!" Tears were now welling in her eyes and she couldn't stop them as they leaked out and slid down her face.

"Don't start with the tears, they won't help you!"

"I hate you!" she hissed defiantly.

Suddenly, he grabbed her jaw hard and forced her to her knees only to undo his pants and pull out his dick. He pressed her face onto his dick.

"Keep it in your mouth until you can talk to me like you like me!" He growled.

Holding the back of her head, he pulled her mouth on and off of him forcing her to take his girth and length. The tears were still coming down her face and she started to gag.

Grabbing her hair he pulled her off of him, saliva dribbling from the edge of her mouth. Gazing at her face, now stained with salty tears, he squatted in front of her pulled her face to his and softly and sensually licked the tears from her face, only to tongue the saliva from her mouth. His actions made her body ache with desire.

"Why do you want me to do this to you?" he asked his voice a bit softer.

"I don't!"

"But you do...why do you have to be so goddamned confrontational?"

She didn't answer, just kept her eyes trained to the floor. She blanched when he rose to his feet. She saw him walk behind her towards the opposite end of the room only to return directly in front of her. She could feel his eyes all over her. Still kneeling naked in front of him, the humiliation was getting the better of her.

"Give me your hands," he said. She extended both towards him. Suddenly, both wrists were being cuffed. She tried to pull away but he grabbed the middle of the cuffs and pulled her to her feet.

Her jaw tightened in fury and she set a rebellious gaze on him.

"You want to hurt me?" he asked almost as a challenge. He suddenly shoved her face down on the bed and grabbed her cuffed wrists and attached them to hook that hung over a bar that appeared embedded in the mahogany headboard.

The tears now silently slid down her face. When he roughly parted her legs, her legs kicked and flailed. He slapped her ass hard!

"Don't make me tie your legs down! Leave them open," he growled as he roughly spread them. She wanted to resist, but she felt broken and surrendered into stillness.

Her lower body leapt when his fingers unexpectedly nestled into her pussy. She was wet with desire.

"Do you hate me, Elle?" He asked as several fingers pierced her vagina. Her body responded excitedly.

"Yes!" she yelled angrily, the fight still in her, but the way his fingers began to pump her didn't support her answer in the least.

"And I suppose you hate how I'm treating you?"

"Yes!" she whined.

"Then explain why you're so wet?"

Before she could answer, his face was pushed between her legs and his tongue wiped across her vagina, before slithering inside her tight walls, licking and slurping her flowing female juices.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned in desperation, the sensation was overwhelming. 

Pushing her hips upwards, he maneuvered himself onto his back so that her pussy sat directly over his face, his tongue darting and wiping across her clit. 

Ohhhhh, she whined excitedly as her clit pressed hard to his mouth and he suddenly began to suck at the bulb. Elle thought she would lose her mind, the sensation was so intense. Her body grinded against his mouth begging for his skill, until her sensitive clit could no longer stand it and an arc of ecstasy banked inside her and she screamed in sheer rapture. The orgasm rippled intensely hard through her body.

As she trembled in utter motility, Jake slid from under her.

Although in a fog, she heard him unbuckle his belt and pull it away from its belt loops. Suddenly, the cool leather slid enticingly slow across her ass. Her body tensed in alarm. She knew he was in a dark place and she quickly realized he was going to whip her. She shuddered at the thought.

"I think I'd like to see your ass flinch as its being strapped, but because it's such a beautiful ass I'll give you a choice," he said, nothing but wickedness coming from his voice. She could feel him kneel on the bed behind her. He parted her ass cheeks and oiled the tight ridge circling her anus.

"Jake, don't do this, please," she begged hard.

"Please? You should have thought about the consequences before you started mouthing off, Elle," he said sinisterly. Suddenly the leather of the belt was pressed flat to her anus. That he was torturing her and arousing her at the same time brought more tears to her eyes. 

"Your choice, cher, and you should be grateful that I'm offering you one...would you rather feel your ass strapped," he asked dripping more oil onto the ringed entry of her ass only to provocatively guide the tip of the leather to her tightly ringed hole which recoiled at the contact. "Or would you rather feel the strap in your ass, what's your preference?" he posed only to pull, allowing the hard leather to glide back over her ass cheeks. "What's it going to be, Elle?"

At that moment, two fucked up choices in front of her, Elle felt vanquished; defeated!

"In my ass," she cried out, her face wracked with emotion.

Suddenly, she felt the tip, folded lengthwise penetrate her ass like a slippery serpent. Her ass tensed. She didn't know how much of it he planned to press into her, only that at the moment, perhaps two inches had been inserted as it was wiggled around, slowly pushed and pulled, titillating her senses. She could feel her pussy suddenly become more wet with the intensified stimulation which made her ass begin to swivel with arousal. She was ashamed at how bizarre it was yet how good it felt. 

"That's it, cher, keep doing that. Ready that ass for me," Jake said only to straddle her back. He grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled hard bringing her face up off the bed.

"You could've avoided this, Elle, but then I would've never known how much you like it..."

"I don..." she began but his mouth smothered hers as his tongue savagely forced its way in. Now, feeling her body becoming crazy with desire, she easily responded. The excitement pulsed not only through her sex organ, but also in her ass.

When he pulled his mouth from hers, still holding onto her hair he pressed her face back against the bed and rose off of her. She heard him unzip his pants and take off his shirt. She squeezed her eyes shut. 

"Open your eyes and look at me," he commanded. When she opened them, he was standing at the side of the bed directly in front of her stroking his oiled cock. She hated how he was so goddamned arrogant, but damn, he looked good. "Where is this going, Elle?" 

She frowned, determined not to answer. 

"Don't make me angry anymore...where is it going?" he asked again.

"My ass..."

"Good girl," he said. At that very moment it clicked in her head and the tears began to flow.

Jake mounted her from behind. Slowly and sensually withdrawing the belt edge out of her ass only to oil it again, he stuffed three of his fingers inside. Her sphincter muscle tightened and her body was overcome with sensation, wild erotic, nasty sensations.

"I want your ass to grab my dick like its grabbing my fingers," he crooned excitedly, only to rescind them and position the tip of his dick against her hole. He pressed into her.

Her ass didn't readily accept the intrusion.

"You either relax and open for me, or I will force it in!" he gruffly ordered. "I don't want to hurt you, Elle...don't make me hurt you!"




The Latticed Gate Ch. 04



Elle sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm her body and her nerves.

As if setting her proper paces, Jake began teasing her ass with the tip of his dick, circling its perimeter until finally, when he pressed in again, it caught and he was able to inch his way in.

Ahhhhh, he exhaled as he began to press deeper inside her.

"You have a nice tight ass, cher," he whispered.

As he pressed further, she relaxed and allowed herself to feel the sensations. Why did anal sex have to be so exquisite? The way he moved inside her triggered her raw senses, it felt so good! She couldn't have stopped her gyrating even if she wanted to; his gentle in and out strokes coaxed her desire like a maestro leading an orchestra.

"That's a girl, show me how much you like it," he said as he forced a hand under her and positioned the belt, now folded in half, so that it sat directly on her clit.

Ohhhhh, she softly cried out in pleasure as he slid a hand under a breast and finding her nipple he pinched ruthlessly hard which seemed to get her going and she started bucking hard for his dick to fill her ass.

Suddenly, he rammed his cock hard up her anal passage. She shrieked. She didn't know what to feel. Her clit was rubbing against the hard leather of the belt, while his dick gouged into her tunnel. It was a violation, how he commenced to fucking her, yet she wanted it so bad, her ass was begging that he ream harder.

As if reading her body, he fucked her hard and strong, moaning in delighted pleasure as her ass gluttonously received every stroke until her sphincter muscle was tightening in sporadic jerks and she knew she was on the verge of coming.

"Shit," she shouted as an orgasm rushed her ass and her clit simultaneously. Her body trembled in frenzied delirium. 

His pumping became more severe and she heard him suddenly groan. 

"Fuck!" His deep voice rumbled and suddenly she felt his dick jerking inside her channel and she knew he was shooting his load deep into her walls. 

His body collapsed on top of hers, his chest caving in and out as short sporadic breaths escaped from his mouth. After several minutes, when he had calmed, he nestled his lips to her ear.

"Do you still hate me, Elle?" He softly whispered.

Elle didn't answer; she couldn't. The tears were rolling down her face, prolifically.

She felt him slowly rise off of her. As more tears forced their exit from beneath her closed eyelids, she felt the pressure removed from her wrists as she was suddenly being un-cuffed. Her hands fell free and limp onto the bed. She didn't move.

"Elle...?" his voice had softened. It was kind again.

When she didn't respond, he flipped her over onto her back. As she gazed at him, the look on his face was shock. It was obvious he hadn't expected her to be crying. The tears continued to roll as he pulled her to his chest and encircled his arms around her holding her tight. It was only then that she began to weep.

"Whoa, whoa," he suddenly pulled away and tenderly grabbed her chin lifting his face to her. "Did I hurt you?" he appeared truly concerned.

"I want to go home," she cried.

"No...not like this..." he tried to pull her close again but she pushed away and rose from the bed retrieving her clothes, all the while crying. He approached her grabbing her arm. She snatched it away.

"Don't touch me!" The emotion sent her body trembling. She tried to stave off the endless line of tears but they barreled down her face. She was so wracked she had a hard time breathing. She pulled her bra on and slipped back into her dress.

"Elle...why are you doing this? You liked it...you wanted it like that...why are you acting this way?"

"You're stupid!" she screamed as she zipped her dress. "You bring me here, make me dinner and act nice as if you're normal but you'll never be normal Jake Chevalier because you have a dark side and too many fucking issues with women and you'll never know how to treat any of us!" she bellowed between tears and stormed out into the hallway.

Still naked, Jake caught up to her and grabbed her.

"Wait!" He pulled her tight to his chest, but she kept pushing away swinging her arms at him. "Elle, stop!" he commanded. "Stop fighting me!"

"No! I hate you!" she shoved hard into his chest. He backed off, a look of confusion taking shape on his face.

"Will you at least talk to me?" his voice was desperate.

"No! I'll never talk to you again!" She abruptly turned and had made it back to the living room when Jake angrily lurched forward managing to snag a grip on the lower part of her hair. She struggled to pull away.

Elle didn't know what possessed her, maybe fearing that he'd whip her senseless, but in the struggle she snatched open the drawer and grabbed his holstered gun. He suddenly let go of her hair, anger shooting through his eyes; she could almost see the fire.

"Give it to me, Elle!"

"Stay away from me, Jake," she said, her breathing heavy, her voice shaking as she pulled the safety back.

"Don't do anything stupid, Elle!"

"Me?" she shook her head in disbelief. "I just want to go, Jake. Go sit down, over there," she gestured toward the dining room, "and I'll put it down and that's it, this arrangement will be over!"

Jake stared at her hard. She really hoped he wouldn't rush her, hell she didn't even know if it was loaded, but it felt like it. He held his hands up as if to calm her.

"Okay...put it down and you can go. It's over." He took a few steps back as she opened the door, still holding the gun. With the door wide open and her eyes still trained on him, with the safety still off she delicately placed the holstered gun on the floor and backed away.

She could see him still standing there naked, staring at her from inside. As soon as she made it to the sidewalk, she ran like hell!



The Latticed Gate Ch. 05



Lacy was sitting on the couch in Elle's living room when she heard the key in the lock of the door. She looked up expectantly as Elle entered appearing out of breath, disheveled and overwhelmed. 

"What's wrong? What happened?" she suddenly stood and approached her with concern.

The tears immediately began to flow from Elle's eyes, but she merely shook her head.

"Oh, no you don't, come sit!"

"I need to shower, Lace, I don't want to talk right now..."

"What did he do to you, Elle?"

"Nothing..." she frowned.

"He did something! You didn't leave here looking like this! Did you guys have a fight?" Lacy pressed.

"Lace! I don't want to talk about it! I'm tired and I just want to take a shower and go to bed!" Her face was puffy from crying and she appeared quite worn.

Lacy backed off as Elle disappeared into her room.

Taking off her dress, Elle couldn't stop crying. She felt dirty and abused, but it was the shame that was mentally playing havoc. He actually had put a belt up her ass and she had gone along with it, not that she had much say in the matter since her wrists were cuffed to his bed, her stomach-down and her legs spread wide for his sick pleasure. That he had offered her a choice, making it seem like it was her desire to be so abused sent more tears streaking down her face. She suddenly covered her face with shame recalling how her body had responded and how much it had turned her on which spurred a sudden onslaught of memories from her past that surged into her consciousness; memories that she had spent a lifetime trying to excise.

As she took off her bra, she turned the water on in the shower and let it pour over her. She thought of the two faces of Jake; one that could be pleasant and kind, even gentle at times and the other seeped deep in a state of twisted disregard for women. She had recognized that darkness in him the day he fucked her outside at the gate, yet she had allowed herself to be pulled into his web of dominance and abuse. The added insult was that by knowing what she knew, she couldn't blame anyone but herself no matter how cruel his particular proclivities. 

She shivered as she thought about how he had wanted to whip her. It was more than she could handle as it aligned and attached to a slew of childhood memories of torture and abuse. 

Recalling the cool leather as he provocatively slid it over her ass and how her body had tingled with desire unlocked a door of desolation into a space where she had long ago imprisoned her personal demons to an indefinite sentence. Now, her interactions with Jake had swung that door wide open and like Pandora's box, everything was flying amok with no means to stop the course or inhibit it in any way.

Exhausted, Elle leaned her back against the shower wall. Obliterated with emotion, she slid down until she was seated on the floor, the water continuing to shower over her and she wept. 

                 * * * * * * *

Lacy stood outside Elle's closed door. It had been three days since the night she came home from her date with Jake. Lacy had tried to get Elle to talk to her, but she had shut down and now she was concerned. Elle was sleeping way too much, and sometimes Lacy overheard her crying. When she tried to nudge her into conversation, Elle would slip into a blank stare towards the ceiling. Something was seriously wrong. She tried to get her to go out, to get up and walk around, any activity, but Elle simply remained in the bed, only rising to use the bathroom. She hadn't eaten, barely drank any liquids and this morning she was looking a little emaciated.

"Elle," Lacy said as dire concern filled her countenance.

Elle lay motionless in a fetal position, the covers wound tightly around her.

"Please, you can't go on like this...I've run you a hot bath, come on, let me help you?"

Lacy watched the covers shift as Elle turned and looked up at her with deep empty eyes. Lacy grabbed her hand and pulled her up into a sitting position.

"I'm thirsty," Elle hoarsely whispered still appearing quite haggard and tormented.

"Okay, I'll bring you some water, go get in the tub, you'll feel better."

Elle nodded resigned. Lacy went to get the water.

When Lacy returned she was relieved to see Elle in the tub, her body completely submerged, her eyes closed.

"Here it is," she offered and sat the glass down in a corner of the tub. "Soak for awhile and when you get done, I'll wash your hair and brush it."

Elle nodded once again. Lacy gave her some privacy and went out to the living room and plopped down on the sofa and gazed blankly at Elle's painting of a man undressing in front of a nude woman. She couldn't help but think that this image had somehow been influenced by Jake, that bastard! Fucker! He had been calling day and night. Every time Lacy had answered she immediately hung up on him until he had pestered her so much, last night when he called she just yelled into the phone, don't call here anymore, Jake! Thank God he got the message and she hadn't had to hear the incessant ringing this morning.

The doorbell rang. Elle's elderly neighbor had borrowed Elle's iron this morning and Lacy assumed she was returning it. She opened the door and suddenly found herself staring into Jake's face. With his dress shirt and slacks, his badge and cuffs on his belt, his gun tucked into his shoulder holster, it was evident he was on duty.

"Get away from here," she hissed like a viper.

"She left this at my house," Jake said as Lacy looked down at his now extended hand and saw Elle's purse. So that was why Elle had used the spare key to get in that night.

Lacy snatched the purse from him as he stared at her, his beautiful face now appearing quite fatigued. He appeared as worn as Elle. What the fuck had happened between these two?

"Lacy..." his tone was remorseful, "I need to see her...I need to talk to her..." his words begged.

"You're fucking crazy if you think I'd let you get within twenty feet of her, let alone face to face!"

"Why are you running interference?" he suddenly spouted.

"Because she's my best friend, you dick, and you did something to her and now she's..." Lacy caught herself and stopped mid-sentence.

"She's what?"

"Leave, Jake!"

"No...not until I've talked to her...not until I've seen her...I don't expect you to understand..."

Lacy cut him off. "...you're right, I don't! Nor do I want to!" She suddenly slammed the door in his face quickly locking it. He rang the doorbell like a fiend, only to start banging on it like the police.

"If you don't leave, I'll call your boss and tell him that you're harassing us!" Lacy yelled through the door. He continued bamming. A fucking lunatic! "I'm getting the phone right now, Jake," she yelled as she grabbed the mobile phone off a table. She waited. The beating suddenly stopped. She tipped to the door and listened, she could hear footsteps moving away. Thank God!

Going to the balcony that overlooked St. Anne Street, Lacy looked down at the street below and watched Jake exit the gate. Fucker, she muttered just as his head turned in her direction and he coldly glared at her. Chills went through her body. Evil was all over him and she realized, with lucid clarity, something really bad had happened to Elle.

                  * * * * * * *

As Lacy brushed Elle's hair she was reminded of their days at UCLA. Elle's hair was beautiful. Dark and shiny, straight and long, it was one of her crowning glories. Even when everyone had followed the short-hair styles, Elle never cut hers except to trim the split ends. It was that hair, a beautiful mane that men got all caught up in, figuratively and sometimes literally. When they'd look at her, sex in their eyes, it was that hair they envisioned their fingers running through as they hoped to attract and retain her desire.

As Elle sat on the edge of her bed, Lacy made long brush-strokes through her hair.

"Do you feel better," Lacy asked.

"Yes...thanks Lace."

"Jake brought your purse back..." she said cautiously monitoring her reaction.

"My purse?" she seemed confused until she suddenly pushed Lacy away as if she had suddenly recalled. "He was here?"

"I sent him away, Elle!" She watched Elle as her face which had contorted now relaxed.

"How did he look?" Elle inquired with almost a look of concern.

"Like he's had better days...I had a mind to kick his ass, the bastard!" she bolstered.

"It's not his fault he's who he is...a snake can't change his nature...it's my fault for thinking I could handle him..."

"What happened, Elle?" Lacy's eyes begged for an answer, an honest one, but Elle's eyes merely softened as her forehead wrinkled.

"It was my fault, not his. It's over now," she softly said almost melancholic only to climb into bed. "I need to be alone, Lace...I'm tired," she said and pulled the covers over her.

Lacy walked to the door of Elle's bedroom.

"Lace?" Lacy turned around. "I'm glad you're here..."

"Me too. I'll check on you later."

After Lacy exited the room, she could feel her internal rage rising like a torrent of shooting flames. She was pissed. Seeing her friend so vulnerable and so broken when that was totally the opposite of her character made her want to scream! No, correct that, it made her want to fight; and one target loomed large across her mind's eye! Detective Jake Chevalier!

               * * * * * * *

Jake was seated at his desk and had just finished typing a police report when he looked up and saw Lacy walking straight toward him. She looked angry; angry enough to make a scene. He immediately stood.

"You and I need to talk," she said determined, "preferably where it's quiet!" she emphasized quiet. He nodded and directed her downstairs and out of the building. They walked in silence towards a grassy area behind the building that had benches surrounding a fountain. 

"Is Elle okay?" he asked.

"How dare you even pose that question!" she hissed.

Jake sucked in his bottom lip while his eyes went tight with guilt, a frown creasing at his forehead. He had never wanted to hurt Elle, he simply got carried away.

"Why did you put your stain on her? Why did you have to dirty her?" Lacy asked, tears welling in her eyes.

Jake thought about how he had fucked Elle that night and what she had obviously now told Lacy. Until he met Elle nearly a month ago he wouldn't have given a shit about hurting a woman. He had been doing it for so long it had become second nature. But how Elle had reacted affected him, it left him feeling minimized in a way that tore away at what little good still remained in him.

"What did you do to her?" Lacy demanded.

Jake's eyes tightened. Maybe Elle hadn't told her anything. Still, he knew! Knowing made him dissect himself; and what he saw was one flaw after another which fucked with his state of mind. Elle had made him take stock of who he had become, a demented fuck that couldn't rectify the pain of his past with his present.

"You can't answer?" Lacy asked incensed. "Are you all of a sudden deaf and dumb?" she lambasted. "She was one of the good ones, Jake!" she yelled.

"You don't think I know that!" he snapped back. "Fuck! I know! I messed up! If it makes you feel better to come here and tell me that, then go ahead, but I think I'm doing a pretty good job of tearing me down at the moment! She was the one and I screwed it up! I'm very much aware of that!"

Heavy emotion appeared to overtake Lacy's face and Jake watched as the tears streamed. He guided her to one of the benches and they sat. He knew things were off kilter with Elle, but seeing her best friend cry, his concern for Elle lodged tight in his veins.

"Lacy? Is she okay?" his anxious voice questioned. 

"No, Jake, she's not okay! She's been sleeping since she came home from a date with you! Three days! She won't get out of bed! She won't eat, she'll barely drink, she's emaciated and she won't talk to me! And you did that!"

He felt a hard knot rise in his stomach. He knew she was right. He was the responsible party. His brain had gone over every detail of that night since it happened and as he broke it all down, recalling the things he had said, the things he had done, what kept coming back and anchoring in his mind was his dominance over her and how she had repeatedly tested him with her willfulness and defiance forcing him to push her harder than he had expected.

Thinking that she understood their roles, he hadn't offered her any recourse. 

In his past he had done things to women far more severe than anything that went on that night with Elle, but afterwards hearing her words repeat in his head, you'll never know how to treat any of us, he quickly came to the realization that when it came to women's feelings he had become numb; completely desensitized. They had become mere objects that he could make forfeit their bodies and their carnal desires to his command. In his usual circumstance, he wouldn't have seen anything wrong in that. Willing partners, consensual sex, rough sex at that, was the hand he dealt with no remorse, until three nights ago when Elle had to pull his own gun on him to get away from him.

"I need to talk to her..." Jake gazed at Lacy, his eyes pleading.

"Hell, no!"

"Lacy, please? I won't upset her..."

"She said it was over with you..."

"Yes, it is and I will respect that, I just need to try and make this right, if not for me, for her...?"

               * * * * * * *

Jake was seated in a corner of Elle's room. Lacy had made it clear she didn't trust him and had left her bedroom door open as she went back and forth from the apartment to the laundry room downstairs where she was washing.

Jake just sat there and watched Elle sleep, her body still, her hair draped across a pillow. He could have easily fucked her. There was no sign of strain on her face, she appeared peaceful, docile and it easily brought him a rise. He couldn't stop imagining how good it felt when she sucked his dick and were it not for the fact that she was so angry with him, or that he had hurt her and needed to make amends, he would have easily took his dick out of his pants and pressed it towards those sweet lips and give her a nice wake-up. But it was no longer about him and what he wanted. Elle had affected him. She had been a small ray of hope for him; being with her made him feel like he could move beyond the life he had cultivated for the last seven years and start new. She had made him feel again.

Elle shifted in bed. Suddenly, one of her long, slender arms slid from under the covers and reached for the water on her night table. She took a thirsty gulp and put the glass down, only to lie back down and pull the covers back over her.

"Elle?" Jake said.

Suddenly, Elle sat up in the bed and gazed in the direction of his voice. Fear jetted across her face and she pulled her body up into a ball and scooted as close as she could to the headboard.

"Please don't be afraid..."

"How did you get in here?"

"Lacy's here..."

"She let you in?" she asked in disbelief.

"I promised I would not get out of this chair. I need to say some things to you..."

"What?" her voice was testy, her demeanor suspicious.

"First...that I'm sorry."

"Do you even know what you're sorry for, Jake?" 

"You were right! I'm fucked up...and I have been for a very long time." He couldn't believe how easy it rolled off his tongue. He wasn't accustomed to speaking out so honestly about himself, or doing so with a woman.

Jake watched her facial expression change from caution to surprise to curiosity.

"I wasn't always this way...I wish you had known me before. You were very perceptive about my dark side...in the last two days I've had to face it and I can't say what I see is very likable."

Offering an honest assessment of his life, it was clear to him that she had been the catalyst to bring such an admission out into the open.

"The women I've been with have no meaning for me...and in truth, I think it's the same for them. We fuck each other. I dominate over them, excite them and fuck them, and sometimes, most of the time, they want me to hurt them and I do. I will admit that I find pleasure in making them feel pain as much as they like receiving it. End of the story. We part happy. And that's the way it's been for the last seven years...until I met you.

Jake heard the short gasp that exited her mouth.

"Why are you telling me all this?" she asked, her face both puzzled and confused.

"What happened the other night...I hurt you...and I scared you...I like dominating you and watching you submit to me, but I didn't like seeing fear in your eyes... "

Suddenly they both looked up as Lacy popped her head in the room. She looked at Elle and then to Jake and back to Elle.

"Are you okay?" she asked Elle. Elle nodded. "I have some work to do on my computer, I'll be in my room, yell if you need me." She quickly cut her eyes at Jake before disappearing. He chuckled.

"You have a fierce friend there."

"I know," Elle said lifting a brow. "What happened seven years ago?"

Jake shook his head. "It doesn't matter..."

"No Jake, it does matter. You tell me you're fucked up, that you fuck women who want you to hurt them and you like hurting them and making them feel pain and that you weren't always like this and you wish that I met you before you came to be like this...it matters, Jake! What happened to you?"

Jake remained silent. Memories of his past flashed in front of him, a time when he had loved with all his heart, committed his life to one woman and how a singular tragic incident nullified everything he had once held as good and true and sent him spiraling into a dark hole whose matter pushed him so deep to the other side, only fleeting remnants remained of the person he had once been.

"Was it your wife?"

"She was in a head-on collision, massive brain injuries. She was on life support for three months before she died." Jake's face turned rigid and tense. "I was looking for documents the hospital needed when I uncovered her journals. Years of them."

Jake suddenly went silent, his demeanor tight.

"And?"

"She had cheated before the marriage, at the wedding and during the entire marriage with people that I knew and worked with and with others I didn't know...she engaged in sex acts that even I haven't done!"

He watched Elle suck in a breath as she seemed to wrap her mind around what he had told her.

"After she died, I would remember arguments that we had, things that she said to me..." he suddenly stopped and bent over in the chair resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his head in his hands. It had been a long time since he had talked about his marriage. Suddenly, he looked up at Elle. "When she was pissed off at me, she'd call me an ass."

Elle sucked in a heavy breath. 

Jake watched her rise from the bed. Dressed in a white nightshirt and nothing on underneath, she approached him. She took his hand and led him to the foot of her bed and they sat. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry!"

Jake peeled her arms off of him and gazed at her intensely hard.

"She was a slut! And every woman after her...until I met you."

All of a sudden Elle understood. His dark ire, his cruelty, his anger, it all made sense. That he had come to her on his own free will to make amends spoke volumes. He had sat down and removed his exterior walls and dropped his guard and had honestly shared with her his history and at that moment he felt more real than he had ever felt. She only wished he had shared it with her in the beginning, it would have made getting to know him so much easier.

He tenderly grabbed her chin and brought her face to his and softly kissed her.

"Elle...I know I hurt you, but you were sending a lot of mixed signals that night...




The Latticed Gate Ch. 05



"I know..."

"I thought you liked how I fucked you...?

"I did!"

"No...when I looked at you, the anguish on your face... you gave me every signal to keep going...you were wet, excited, your body responding to everything! And then...tears?"

"I'm sorry..." she said suddenly feeling flushed. She glanced away from him. He palmed her chin.

"There's a mystery here...what?"

She shook her head.

"I've poured everything out to you, Elle..." he said as if he expected the same from her. 

"You said something..." she stopped

"What? What did I say?"

The tears began to build in the edges of her eyes, "Good girl..."

Jake frowned confused, "why did that upset you?"

Elle felt a sudden lump in her throat. She cast her eyes downward encircled with shame.

Jake pulled her focus back to him.

"I'll tell you but I can't look at you!" She pulled her face away and again gazed downwards before continuing. "The first time I had sex...I was raped. The first time I sucked a dick I was forced to do it," she frowned hard twisting her lips in anguish. "The first time I had anal sex, I was raped!"

She could feel Jake's blue eyes bore hard into her.

"By the same person?"

She nodded. A tear slipped from her eye. Jake became quiet, suffocating quiet. She looked up at him, biting her lip.

"Who?"

She shook her head ever so lightly. That was a secret she had always sworn she would take to her grave.

"Goddamnit, Elle!" he said angrily, his jaw tight, his eyes burning. "Who was it?" he gruffly demanded.

"My father!" The tears were exiting faster than she could wipe them.

"Your biological father?"

"Yes!"

Jake suddenly ran his hands along the sides of his temples as if hearing her say it was too difficult to fathom. When he looked at Elle her tear-stained face had gone pale.

"How old?"

Elle bit her lip, she could see by his reaction; he was already having a difficult time with her words. He suddenly pulled her close, hard. She could feel his heart racing solid against his chest.

"How old were you?" His voice cracked high with emotion. He was already agonizing over her confession and she knew the answer to his question was going to freak him out.

"Eleven." It was barely audible. Suddenly her tears rolled in full force. Jake closed his eyes, his jaw strained and he looked as if his blood had stopped. Elle could see the thoughts traveling through his head.

"For how long, until he died?" She nodded. "Why didn't you report him?" he asked police-like.

"He would've killed me! He had a nasty temper and I was whipped...a lot!" She was crying. "I've spent my entire life trying to put it behind me and I thought I had and then...you..."

...please don't fucking say I reminded you of him?" The look of hurt and devastation on his face was nearly unbearable.

"No! Think of the cruelest thing you've ever done and it wouldn't compare! My time spent with you...when we were..." she stopped, "sometimes small things triggered a memory."

"Like good girl?" She nodded and bit her lip. "Were there any other triggers the other night?

"The belt...when you threatened to whip me...he'd whip me until I was black and blue with criss-cross patterns of raised welts, some seeping blood."

"I'd never do that to you! And I didn't say whip, I said strap!" he said tersely only to go quiet in deep thought until finally he spoke up. "And the night at the gate, what were the triggers?"

"He never wore a condom. You're the only other person in my life that I've had unprotected sex with."

He grabbed his head as it all began to sink in. He appeared worried, internally despondent.

"This was something I needed to know, Elle!" She could tell he was shaken. He stood and began pacing. It was so uncharacteristic it scared her.

"Why?"

"Because I never would have touched you!"

She gasped. "Why? Am I too damaged for you, Jake?" she hissed angrily.

His anger suddenly flared as his hand wrapped hard around her jaw. But as she gazed up at him wide-eyed, cautious of his mercurial unpredictability, he quickly released her as if she had become an untouchable.

"No! I'm fucked up enough with my own shit! I don't need to take on the added guilt of reminding you of your incestuous-pedophile father!" 

It cut to her core!

Elle instantly shoved him, hard! She fought back the tears; she couldn't believe he had so cruelly thrown her darkest secret, a secret she had told no one, back in her face.

"Well, don't let me put any more guilt on you, Jake!" 

"Jake!" Suddenly both Elle and Jake looked up at Lacy who was now standing in Elle's bedroom doorway like a bulldog. "It's time to leave..."

Jake looked at Elle with apologetic eyes. "I didn't mean it like that! Do you still want to be with me, Elle? Knowing everything I've told you about me...can you be with me?"

"Jake!"

"Wait!" he snapped at Lacy only to stare back at Elle.

"I think that's a question you need to ask yourself, Jake..." Elle rose silently indignant and walked into her bathroom and shut the door.

                 * * * * * * *

By the afternoon Elle had finally pulled herself together. Refreshed and dressed, she and Lacy had eaten a light lunch and were sitting down in her living room. Lacy was staring at her painting.

"What inspired this new painting?" Lacy asked her. Elle also stared at the painting, but remained quiet. "Jake?"

Suddenly Elle looked at her. "Can you tell?"

"Geez, Elle, the man is fucking hungry! A wolf! And the woman, the way she's laying in the bed...the anticipation on her face and even her body language is begging to be fucked!"

Elle laughed.

"Is that how you see yourself with Jake...begging to be fucked?" Lacy's voice teased.

"Maybe...yeah, I guess I did...he is...was an incredible lover. He told me some things today about his past, why he's the way he is, why he's so angry with women..."

"Why?"

"He was married once, for ten years. Seven years ago his wife died and he discovered that she had been sleeping around the entire ten years they were married, I think from that point on, all women were sluts that wanted to be fucked and he wanted to hurt them."

"But not you! He told me he fucked up with you because he knew you were the one..."

"What? He said that?"

"I wouldn't have let him in here if he hadn't pleaded his case so hard..."

"Well, it doesn't matter now, but at least I feel like I understand him..."

"You think it's over?"

"Well, he pretty much set it up that way..."

Lacy stared at Elle for several long seconds.

"Why didn't you tell me, Elle, about your father? Why did you tell him?" she sounded deeply hurt.

"Oh, Lace...I never wanted to tell anyone! The other night with Jake...it brought up all the memories and...I didn't tell you because what happened to me as a child was really bad and I just wanted to forget it! There was a lot I didn't tell Jake..." Elle's face twisted. She took a deep breath. "He got me pregnant twice...once at thirteen, and then at fifteen." The tears welled in her eyes as she frowned in an attempt to impede them. "Both times he hog-tied and whipped me so severely, saying it was my fault and that I was trying to get him in trouble. He left me like that for days, no food, barely water until the fetus was expelled."

Lacy's face went aghast.

"How could he do that to you? You were his daughter?"

"The daughter who killed his wife...he hated me from the day I was born. The first time he raped me, it was so painful and he wasn't even that big! He was cruel and brutal, after several months of abusing me, he started to insist that I come...he wanted me to fuck him like I liked it!" Unending tears now rolled down Elle's face. Lacy embraced her tightly. 

"Oh, Elle, I'm so sorry that happened to you..."

That she had bottled up so much for so many years and now it had all surfaced, Elle suddenly broke down and began to weep uncontrollably; her body tremoring fissures of emotion. Lacy held her tight comforting her.

"It's okay...let it out...just let it out..." her friend kept repeating, her voice soothing.

               * * * * * * *

Elle felt better than she had in a long time. She was grateful to Lacy for having allowed her to simply purge. The years and years of painful abuse had finally surfaced into her consciousness and she was able to attune to her inner child and emotionally expel all of it, well most it, anyway, enough to where her breathing felt lighter.

It was already early evening. Elle felt bad for having slept for the last three days and leaving Lacy on her own, but it had worked out. Lacy had met someone, an attorney in the DA's office, who she had just left to go out to dinner with. When her doorbell rang, she jumped up and went to the door.

"What did you forget," she asked as she opened the door. She was stunned to see Jake standing there still in his work clothes, badge, cuffs on his belt and shoulder holster cradling his gun. 

Her heart began to beat fast. In fact, it was thumping against her chest. He didn't wait for her invite him in; he simply entered and looked around.

"Where's your guard dog," he gruffly asked.

"If you're referring to Lacy she's on a date, with someone from the DA's office I might add!" she said with attitude complemented with a sassy head pivot.

Jake suddenly turned around and grabbed her hair tight. She yelped as he pulled her mouth to his. The kiss was hard and passionate and her insides were suddenly sparking with desire.

Jake picked her up and sat her on the kitchen counter.

"You need to go back to work! I'm not letting you do this!" she said adamantly trying to push him off of her.

"Yes you are and for your information, I just got off work!" he said and violently ripped her blouse open, the buttons scattering across the kitchen floor.

"Jake! What are you doing?" she screeched.

"What it does it look like, Elle? I'm doing what I should have done earlier!" In an instant he had already unclasped her bra and was pulling it away from her breasts.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "You can't do this!"

"Don't you fucking tell me what I can't do!" he growled and nuzzled his mouth to a breast and sucked her nipple so hard it hurt, but it felt good enough to send her pussy into contractions!

You're a brute! And I hate you!" Elle said.

He pulled off of her breast and grabbed her jaw squeezing it hard. He roughly snatched her off the counter and forced her to her knees as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick forcing it into her mouth.

"Keep telling me that, Elle, while you're sucking my dick!"

As he pressed his hard rod into her mouth, sometimes shoving it deep into the cavity of her throat, Elle was so aroused by how he had simply stormed in and took her she sucked his thickness with the pleasure only he should have had. Hearing his groans of satisfaction filled her with contentment.

Abrasively, he tugged at her hair and suddenly pulled her off of him, only to whisk her in his arms and carry her to the living room where he tossed her on the couch immediately pulling down her mini-skirt and her panties in one motion. He sat down and opened her legs and lifted her hips to his mouth and began tonguing her with the kind of thirsty desperation one might have after having gone months without water. As her legs folded over his shoulders, it was so intense there were times that she tried to pull away. Jake wasn't having it! He pulled her hips even tighter to his mouth sucking her clit hard only to release the pressure allowing his lips to sensually pull at it before slurping it back into his mouth and sucking some more. It went on like that until she was beside herself. She could feel the orgasm rise up through her body until it crashed over her and sent her body into spastic convulsions and she loudly shrilled in passionate delight.

As Elle tried to recover her senses, Jake undressed. Laying his police paraphernalia, the holstered gun, his badge, his cuffs onto the coffee table, he disrobed so quickly it seemed like he was naked in the blink of an eye.

He pulled her body from the couch to the bare wood floor, slightly banging her head in the process.

"No!" she said, even though she knew it was going to happen and her body was begging for it; he straddled her, his hips resting on hers.

"Don't fucking tell me no!" he growled and leaned into her and pressed his mouth to hers, his surging tongue forcing hers to enjoin with his. Elle moaned in satisfaction. Fuck, the way he could excite her left her breathless.

Pulling his mouth from hers, he sent his fingers deep into her scalp and gripped a handful of her hair, pulling hard.

As she gazed up at him, both of them expelling excited breaths, those blue eyes probed deep into her soul.

"I will never again put a belt to your skin," he said in sporadic breaths, "but I will spank you when you need to be spanked! I will never say good girl to you or any variation thereof but I will fuck you hard and make your body conform to mine, and as much as you may dislike it, I won't wear a condom because I need to feel your pussy receive and wrap my dick!" His glazed eyes were incorrigible while his breaths remained short and heavy.

As he shifted, he pressed his dick against her clit and like a newborn kitten searching for its mother's teat, his dick probed her vagina until it found the opening it was so desperately seeking. Elle was so wet with desire, it didn't take long to feel his complete penetration.

Ahhhh, he expelled as if he had suddenly got a fix of his favorite drug. 

He moved his dick slowly in and out of her as if savoring a fine wine, while her body responded in accord. When he increased his pace, she was already revved up and needing it hard and fast. As if on cue, he began thrusting hard into her, his hands weaving tightly into her hair until he was pummeling her pussy, one hard stroke after another and she couldn't stop the wails of pleasure that emitted from her mouth.

"Does it feel good, Elle?" he whispered still panting.

"Yes! Oh God, Jake, please..." her voice trailed.

Her begging seemed to get him going and he drilled his meat hard and deep. Time seemed to freeze as her hips thrust forward, hungrily meeting every pump of his pipe until her orgasm was but milliseconds away.

"I'm coming! Oh shit! Oh shit!" she cried out as her body tensed in glorious sensation and every nerve vibrantly tingled from head to toe.

"Fuck, Elle, fuck!" Jake shouted. 

Every muscle in his body constricted hard and tight and his dick jerked hard inside of her splashing its contents deep in her womb. His fingers slowly eased the grip on her hair and his body went limp and collapsed on top of her. She could feel his heart beating against hers as she too struggled to recompose her breath. She smiled to herself as she thought, yes, Jake Chevalier knew how to lay some pipe!

Jake was still on top of her, his dick still felt hard inside her. He rolled off of her onto the cold floor and merely stared towards the ceiling. Elle suddenly felt him reach for her hand where he laced their fingers together and squeezed.

"Do you hate me, Elle?" his deep voice probed yet his tone was innocently boyish.

Elle lifted onto her shoulders and gazed at him.

"No..."

Jake turned those blue eyes on her as they both locked eyes.

"I don't hate you, Jake...I think I love you."

A pained frown swept onto his face, his blue eyes glazed with sudden confusion. Suddenly, he rolled onto his side and buried his face in Elle's bosom and she could feel emotion overtake him. She slid her hand along his side soothing him because she was certain it had been far too long since he had heard those words or felt the pure sentiment behind them.

                   THE END