Beautiful Force (13 page)

“Wait.” Allison interrupted looking over her shoulder toward Channing. “Wouldn’t Elena
have noticed that your eyes had turned an amazing baby blue color?” she asked. Her lips curled at the corners, inquisitively. 

“Of course, look at me closely,” Channing replied.
 

Allison narrowed her stare, when doing so Channing’s eyes had faded back to Jace’s former color of hazel green right before her eyes.
 

“Oh my God, who—what are you?” she asked, astonished. Her body began to tremble.

“I told you my name is Channing.” He shrugged, nonchalantly. 

“Yeah, so you did...but I need more than that, Channing. I’m not sure where this is all going and what kind of freak you are”—she leaped forward to stand, again she could not move. It was as if her legs were weighted down and her ass was glued to the chair. There was no explanation for this. She was afraid to ask too many questions at this point. At least she was still alive and breathing.
 

“You need to let me finish, and then I will let you go—understand?” he clasped her shoulders firmly.
 

“Yes, okay...you’re hurting me,” Allison cried. “Please just don’t kill me.”

Chapter twelve

The realization of her words coursed through her mind...what had she done? Their adventure earlier began with such promise. Her mind raced. She recalled that one of her former colleagues had treated someone who had murdered his mother and stuffed her in the closet a week before he confessed the grizzly act to Allison’s colleague Sarah Riley.  After his confession he held Sarah hostage for eight hours before the police rescued her from suffering the same terrible fate his mother had. Allison prayed inwardly to God to be forgiven of all her sins and begged him to spare her life this one last time. 

“That’s never been my intention, but you need to let me finish...please, this is your chance to help not only yourself but someone else for once in your life,” he discharged. Then began to massage her shoulder
s, tenderly again. 

Allison
’s eyes flashed to the window, she could see the sun was setting. Her eyes darted to the clock behind the sofa...the same clock that alerts her a patient’s time has run out. She never gave them a minute longer of her time than what they paid for. 

The clock read 5:50pm. It was a common practice for security to come by around 6:15pm to check on her if her desk lamp was still on. However, today she instructed them to not interrupt her for she would be working late. She had no choice but to hear Jace out.
 

“Okay, please continue,”
 Allison murmured.

“Good idea.” Channing continued. “So I turned....”
 

His voice became inaudible to Allison
’s conscious mind. Morbid images of him doing her in rushed into her thoughts. It was sensory overload.

Was he capable of murder?

How could he do that after what she gave him earlier?  If he wanted he could now fuck her to death.
That she wouldn’t mind.
God, his cock was almost as long as a velvet sword.
She thought. An image of the headlines manifested in her mind. It was black and white and bold.
“Woman, Fucked To Death By A Big Dick.” 

 
“Allison, are you even listening?” Channing shook her by the shoulders, trying to grasp her attention. 

“Yes, of course. So you turned her—” Allison refocused on Channing’s story.
 

“Exactly, I turned Elena around and bent her over the kitchen counter where she was preparing dinner. Swiftly, I hiked up the back of her pleated mini-skirt and slid her white cotton panties to the floor. She moaned in pleasure and there wasn’t a hint of protest on her lips. My mouth was level with her solid cheeks so I traced my tongue right down the center of her.
 

“Elena squealed,
‘Oh Jace, who are you?’
Of course, I couldn’t tell her who I really was. I spread her legs further apart. I dropped to the point where her muscled calf met the back of her knee and started running my tongue up her thigh. She quivered in anticipation as my wet tongue meandered closer and closer to her pulsating sex. Before I tasted her swollen folds, I blew light breathes on her and proceeded to devour her soft flesh. 

“She leaned down into me as my snake like tongue flicked against her sex. I traced my long fingers up her thighs, parting her from behind. My tongue lubricated the outside of her heat, and she was hot. She clawed at my hand guiding me to enter her with my fingers. I slowly eased inside of her tightness. With my free hand, I caressed tenderly along her slender hips, then down around her shaven mound and between the apexes of her tone legs, probing her flesh to locate her tiny pearl. She cooed when I found her swelling button. The scent of her sex filled my nostrils. This drove me wild. Her pea-sized button swelled to the size of a tiny juicy grape beneath the tip of my tongue.”
 

“Stop. Channing, I don’t want to hear anymore of this.” Channing
’s illicit words stimulated Allison’s desire, and she wanted to feel the same passion he had given to Elena.

Instead, he seemed to detest Allison for who she was. Channing knew exactly what he was doing to her. “Be quiet and listen. Then I tantalized her tight behind with my other hand, this brought on her first powerful orgasm. She soaked my mouth with her sex. Her flesh throbbed and convulsed deep in the core of her vagina. I continued to fuck her with two fingers.”
 

Channing continued on while Allison wiggled in her chair. He could tell she was clearly uncomfortable, and her eyes said
“go on”
but her sensual lips said nothing more to stop him. 

“After she came on my tongue twice, I rose up and unbuckled my pants, freeing my throbbing member.
  Elena was begging me to wait. She dropped to her knees and began to pay homage to the head of my swollen shaft with her tongue. She took me in her hand and slowly stroked me while her mouth enveloped the head of my smooth cock. Damn, she was on fire for me—or Jace should I say. 

“She began to work her saliva up and down my shaft while her mouth inched more and more of me, back to the deepest part of her throat. At the time I was thinking Linda Lovelace, eat your heart out. I groaned and fisted my fingers through her long brunette waves, gently rocking my pelvis with her bobbing head. Our motions were in absolute sync. Elena's nipples were straining against the fabric of her blouse as my fingers probed her breasts. They became stiffer and stiffer with each flick of my fingers. I was on the verge of cumming, but held back. I had to feel her tight moist sex so I whisked her to her feet.
 

“I lifted her to the counter and started unbuttoning her blouse, one button at a time. My eyes adoringly devoured her curves. I wanted to make her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. Her nipples were extending through her lacy bra. I reached around her and unclasped her brassiere. Elena inhaled and exhaled, panting and cooing between her breathless moans. I released her full breasts and started kissing my way down the length of her neck. She arched her long spine upward to get closer to me. I alternated between soft kisses, and light nibbles, making my way down her collarbone, tracing a path to her heaving full sized breasts. I swirled my tongue over her erect rose-colored nipples. They constricted with each tantalizing caress. Her areolas were relatively small, about the size of a quarter, which in contrast to the size of her full breasts made them seem even the larger. Her body coiled in and out like a whip. She begged me to take her. Her exact words, “Please fuck me, I need to feel you deep inside of me...it’s been too long!” She cried with tears in her eyes. Real tears Allison.”
 

“Why are you doing this to me? This is torture,” Allison huffed.
 

“This is torture to you? Give me a break,” he barked bluntly. “You asked me to tell you and now you complain. I told you to sit still and be quiet. I warned you, didn’t I?”
 

“Yes, but—I didn’t know you were going to give me such graphic details. It’s hard to sit here and listen to—”
 

“It’s hard to listen...but isn’t that your job?” Channing asked, his tone overloaded with sarcasm. “You told me earlier when someone is blindfolded they are more sensitive to what’s going on...let’s see if that works for you?”
 

Allison wondered where he was going with the question. “Yes, it can increase the sexual tension between two trusting lovers. That was to help you with your problem and it worked. But—”
 

“But what—that didn’t help me...I’m not Jace. I never had a problem with sexual stimulation? But I’m having a serious problem right now with your need to interrupt...you don’t know how to shut up and listen like you promised you would.” Channing’s eyes darted to the sofa. He swiftly moved across the room and back to Allison.

“What are you doing?” She flashed to the long black scarf and single stocking that dangled in his hand.

“I’m going to help you learn to listen and to be more sensitive, as you put it earlier today.” He raised his hand. Allison’s eyes widened. Before she could utter a word he wrapped the black silk blindfold over her eyes.
 

“No. Stop...please, don’t,” she cried, objecting to his punishment. “You don’t understand. I can’t deal with this kind of treatment. I hate to be forced.” She wrestled to pull the scarf from her eyes.
 

He swiftly pulled her to her feet and then held her in a powerful embrace against his chest. He then clinched her arms behind her back and bonded her wrists together with the stocking.
 

“I hate you,” Allison screamed. “You fuck.”

“One more foul word from your pretty mouth and you know what’s next.” He warned then kissed her hard on the mouth and guided her back into the leather chair.

Allison wanted to scream, she wanted to scream aloud, but she did not dare. The room grew silent. Channing had stepped away. She could hear the sound of his bare feet retreating.
“What was he up to,”
she thought?
 

She then heard the sound of her middle desk draw
er opening—it had an annoying creak that she meant to fix weeks ago but had forgotten to. Before she knew it, his hands were back on her. He grabbed a hold of her hands again. Immediately, she recognized the cold metal.

“These should hold you still.” The sound of the handcuffs clicking into position filled Allison’s ears.

Allison mumbled under her breath, “Not too tight, please.”

Channing didn’t response verbally. However, he obliged her and didn’t tightening the handcuffs to the last notch. Allison knew all too well they could have been fastened much tighter.

Channing unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse. 

“What are you doing—”
 

“Silent, Little Lamb,” he said arrogantly.
 

Allison felt Channing
’s hands reaching—fumbling beneath her blouse. He pulled at the elastic bra strap on her shoulder. There was something cold and metal touching her skin. “Snip” he cut the strap and then the other one, leaning her forward and then cut the back strap, and pulled off her bra in one fluid movement. 

Her breasts were bare and free beneath her sheer white blouse. Channing could see her nipples, straining against the flimsy fabric. His breath filled the silence of the room. Allison sat motionless, her own breath mixed with his. She could hear his lips part to speak before he actually did. Her senses were extraordinarily heightened.
 

“There, that should keep you still...”
 

She felt his tall, dark and strong presence moving around her like an invisible phantom breathing in the air.
 

“...While I complete what I came here to do.” He cleared his throat. Allison could hear so clearly every vibration of his well-tuned vocal cords, fluttering near to her ears.

Allison’s heart began to pound out of her chest. Fear rose in her once again. She braced herself, preparing to die.

Channing asked, “Are you comfortable?”

Perhaps he wasn’t going to kill her, logic says, a cold-blooded murderer wouldn’t ask you if you’re comfortable before they kill you. Allison sighed in great relief and nodded, yes, as her response. He had warned her not to speak.

“Good. So where was I.” He paused for a second. “Oh yes, my granite hard cock, stood heavy, throbbing with anticipation. I was already secreting as Elena guided me eagerly into her pussy. Her muscles clamped around me. She moaned even louder as I penetrated further into her tight sex. She wrapped her long slender legs around my waist and pulled me even deeper, grinding her pelvic bone against me. The fury in her eyes was pure wanton. Savage—like a sex-starved animal—that’s what comes
to mind. She hungered to be taken. The desire she had for me was untamable. I have never seen a woman so hungry. I had just started to bite her nipples when she came, again. Her body shuddered relentlessly as I continued to take her. Hard. I gave her what she wanted. She panted loudly in my ears as our hearts pounded fiercely out of our chests.”