Chastity Flame (3 page)

"My God, I think he's dead!" the man
from Avery shouted as he kneeled at the side of the prone body,
Clark Hall’s penis curled sadly from the fly of his boxers. As
alarm spread through the complex, murmurs arose and the crowd grew.
Chastity slipped out the door and took a quick turn to the right
where she had spotted the exit stairs. Stepping through the door,
she stopped to do up her buttons and smooth her hair back down. She
went down three flights, then stepped into the corridor to take the
lift down to the main floor. The car arrived with three other
people in it, all paying more attention to their mobiles than they
did to her, although the tall man in the back sneaked an
appreciative look at her ass.

On the ground floor, Chastity spotted
the door to the toilet with relief. She couldn’t wait to wash her
hands. Before she threw away the paper towel that dried her hands,
she palmed the syringe into it, along with Clark Hall's card.
Chastity checked her look in the mirror. Her loose black linen
jacket looked exquisite as ever, her black top buttoned-up looked
businesslike and modest. The skirt was a bit wrinkled, but sitting
at a desk would accomplish the same thing.

When she came out of the ladies room,
the ambulance crew had just arrived, shooing people away from the
lifts to commandeer them to the fifteenth floor. Chastity gawked at
their retreating bustle like everyone else in the lobby, then
turned and exited to the street again. She had some time before her
appointment, but not enough to contact Monitor safely. It would
have to wait. Instead she walked back toward Charing Cross, then
idled in some bookshops as she made her way toward the
Greenman.

Chastity was certain that she was a
few minutes early, but she saw Damien was already waiting for her,
an eager look on his face. She sat down beside him at the small
table he had found and touched him lightly on the thigh.

"Business taken care of?" he asked, a
broad smile leaping across his face.

"All done," Chastity said with
satisfaction. "I'm free for the rest of the day now."

Damien placed his hand over hers and
pressed it lightly. "Wonderful. Let's see if we can think of
something interesting to do with that time." He took a sip from his
beer. "So what is that you do, anyway?"

Chastity smiled. "I'm a chartered
accountant," she said evenly, as her hand slipped up that muscled
thigh with its promise of riches to explore. It was going to be a
good night.

Chapter
Two

"Do you want a drink?" Damien asked,
his hand slipping down Chastity's back, caressing the fabric of her
jacket and examining the shape of her spine.

"I find I'm not all that thirsty
anymore," Chastity said, looking up at those deep brown eyes. "Why
don't we find someplace a bit more private?"

Damien smiled and downed the rest of
his beer. "Let's go."

They stepped outside and, without
thinking, turned right up St. Martin's, arms linked. At the corner
with New Row, Chastity pulled Damien abruptly around. "One last
test," she murmured, reaching up to draw his face down to hers.
Their lips met in a soft exploring kiss, which quickly grew in
force and warmth. Chastity felt his tongue probe her mouth, tasting
her delights with savor and she let her own tongue dart back in
response as her hand caressed that cheek she had been longing to
touch since the first moment she had seen Damien.

When at last they drew apart, both
faces wreathed with smiles, she let herself admire those handsome
features. "I don't know where we're going," Chastity finally said,
pressing against Damien to feel a very promising bulge in his
pants, "but I think we ought to get there very soon."

"My flat is on Garrick," Damien said
quickly, pulling Chastity tightly against him and letting his hands
rove from her shoulders to the small of her back and then to the
curve of her ass, while her eyes closed in a pleasurable reverie.
"Just a hop, skip and a jump away," he breathed in her ear. "Why do
you think I chose this pub?"

They both laughed, untangled, and set
off at a brisk pace. Chastity couldn’t resist using another
darkened doorway as another chance to grope Damien's fit physique,
which seemed quite unlike what she expected in an academic. Not
that she was complaining, as she stroked his muscled thigh;
surprises could be good. Her knickers were already wet and
clinging. She longed to feel one of those big hands exploring, the
long fingers thrust inside her. It was almost too much to wait
for.

"Touch me," she whispered in Damien's
ear.

He drew back slightly, looked
sheepishly up and down the street, then crouched slightly to reach
under her skirt, two fingers sliding along the wet fabric at her
crotch and beginning the orgasm that exploded when his fingers
slipped around the elastic to plunge inside her. Chastity moaned
and Damien covered her open mouth with his as he continued to milk
the shaking orgasms from her cunt.

"You greedy girl," Damien murmured
when at last her tremors had subsided, releasing his busy fingers,
which he raised to his mouth for a taste. "Just for that, you are
going to have to hum me the very finest tune known to
man."

"Singing for my supper," Chastity
said, her body glowing with satisfaction. "I think I might be able
to manage that."

"Well, let's hurry, because I don't
want to have to wait any longer to find out what your lips feel
like wrapped around my cock. He's very jealous of my fingers, too,
you know," Damien continued as they clattered around the corner.
"Won't let them go anywhere he can't go."

Jackpot, Chastity thought, as they
stopped in front of a non-descript door. Smart, funny and sexy as
hell. She would have been willing to settle for sexy. Damien got
the door open and gestured Chastity inside, giving her ass a
playful slap as she headed up the stairs before him. At the top,
Chastity looked around a small neat flat that showed exquisite
taste, from the Rothko print on the wall to the overstuffed shelves
of books.

She didn't have much time to dawdle in
thought, however. Safely off the street, Damien no longer
hesitated, but wrapped her in a tight embrace that molded her body
to his as he kneaded the curving richness of her ass and groaned
with pleasure. Chastity pried her way to his shirt and pulled it
open to lick his chest and seek out a nipple to nip between her
teeth, and feel him jerk slightly while grinding his throbbing
groin into hers.

Chastity dropped to her knees and
grabbed the top of his trousers. Unfastening the snap, she slipped
down the zipper and rubbed her face against the straining erection,
hot against his trendy boxer briefs. Lovely! Chastity grinned up at
Damien, but his eyes were closed. Roughly she pulled down both
trousers and pants to free his nice thick cock, which bobbed
invitingly toward her mouth. She twined her fingers around the
base, snuggling into the coarse hair and pressing her thumbs into
the base of the taut organ.

Chastity swirled her tongue around the
tip and Damien's legs trembled with pleasure. If I were smart,
Chastity thought for the hundredth time, I would use a condom. Life
spans tended to be short in her line of work, as her parents knew
all too well. What was the point of carefulness? She had slept with
more people than she could keep count of and had seldom considered
the risks. But maybe she owed more to Damien.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked,
before taking him deep into her throat and swirling him around like
a lollipop. His only response was a strangled yelp, but his hands
dove into his jacket pockets and half a dozen packages fell to the
floor within easy reach. Chastity let go to grab the nearest one
and tore it open, while still holding him in her mouth. She reached
up one hand to caress his balls, as she worked her tongue along the
underside of his erection. Keeping her lips tight around the tip,
she made little circles and felt the veins throb against her
mouth.

She sat back on her heels and took the
condom out of its package, funneling a little cap before she
slipped it over the waving wand in front of her, rolling it down
the length with both hands. Before she could put him back in her
mouth, Damien reached down to draw her up on her feet, drawing her
into another deep kiss, his hardness poking her belly.

Then he was leading her toward the
bedroom. Chastity kicked off her shoes as she walked, and laughed
when Damien suddenly scooped her up and tossed her on the bed. He
grabbed her legs and grinned down at her. "What are you going to
do, mister?" she taunted him.

"Just this," he said, leaning forward
to push her skirt up and then yank her knickers down, fighting them
off her knees and ankles, then throwing them behind him somewhere.
"I'm glad you don't wear tights," he added, holding her ankles
again and splaying her legs to get a look at her bright wet cunt.
Chastity could feel her clit throbbing to be touched, but for the
moment he seemed satisfied to feast only his eyes.

"I was going to have a taste of you,
but then I remembered how greedy you were, so I think it's my turn
to tease you a little." God, what a wonderful voice he had,
Chastity thought, rich and mellow. But her thoughts were
interrupted by Damien yanking her back to the edge of the bed. He
bent his legs a little to thrust just the tip of his knob into her.
It was absolutely delicious. She tried to move toward him, but he
said, "uh uh," and held her ankles firmly.

Chastity groaned with frustration and
closed her eyes, but she was still smiling. Slowly, painfully
slowly, Damien thrust a little further inside, squeezing his way
into her with evident pleasure, but then withdrew, playing with her
clit, sliding his cock around her cunt before sliding it back in,
just a little though, just enough to make her want to scream with
frustration.

But she wasn't willing to admit it. "I
can wait all night, mister."

"Oh, can you?" Damien purred, leaning
into her legs with his shoulders and then thrusting all at once
inside her up to the hilt, so she gasped with surprise and bliss.
Chastity didn't even have enough time to enjoy it before he pulled
out again, just tantalizing her with the tip once more. "So can
I."

"Then it's an impasse," she said,
still trying to contract her muscles to draw him inside her,
pushing her legs against his firm hands and making no
headway.

"One of us must give in," Damien
continued. "And it's not going to be me."

Chastity looked up at his face. He was
grinning, but there was a resolute look in his eyes. Ah rigidity,
it had all kinds of uses. "I give! I give!" Better to capitulate on
a small issue and win on the big one.

"Well, okay then." Damien slid into
Chastity with excruciating leisure and they both groaned together.
She hooked her legs over his shoulders when he let them go to reach
for her full, ripe breasts. "God, you're lovely, you know
that?"

Chastity could only gasp as he slammed
into her with increasing power and speed. And from her toes she
could feel it coming, feel a deep blooming crest of orgasms that
were going to hit with a tidal surge. "Now, now!" she called and he
slapped against her with sweaty determination and she was bucking
up to meet him, feeling each wave of sensation shudder through her
frame as she came again and again. All at once Damien was shaking,
too, leaning against her legs, eyes closed and face grimacing with
ecstatic splendor. Chastity admired the firm chest with a spare V
of black hair shaping it nicely. She remembered the only other
history professor she knew—one of Monitor's research team—and his
doughy body that seemed never to have seen the sun. They couldn't
be more different.

Damien kissed her knees. "We fit
together well," he said, slipping her legs off his shoulder and
withdrawing slowly, teasing her again. "I think I may need to rest
a little before the next time," he added, stepping into the
adjoining bathroom to discard the condom. She could hear him
running the tap. "Glass of water?"

"Yes, that would be nice," Chastity
called back, wondering if she should move her lazy carcass or just
continue to lie there feeling wonderful. Just another minute, she
thought. Damien came back, a glass in either hand, and
laughed.

"Maybe we should finish undressing,"
he said at last. Setting the glasses down on the bedside, he suited
action to words while Chastity finally rolled herself off the bed
to do the same. Damien rolled back the duvet and hopped under the
covers. Chastity slid in beside him and took the offered
glass.

"It's important to replenish fluids,"
she said, handing the half-empty glass back to him.

"Think I'm more in the mood for a
nibble," Damien said, bringing her face up to his and biting her
lip before probing her mouth with his eager tongue. His hands
slipped down to caress her breasts and then his mouth followed
suit. Chastity closed her eyes and leaned back on the pillows,
thinking, this is just what I needed. She could tell he was already
positioning himself to move south for a further feast and she
relaxed into the night. Think about nothing but now, think about
nothing but his lips kissing her belly, his fingers twining into
her bush and his lips meeting her other pair. Oh, and what was he
doing with his hand now?