She bit her tongue.
"How much you want to fuck me?" He said.
Her heart pounded at the words, her rapid pulse throbbing through her aching clit. They were raw, crude and exactly what she wanted.
He didn't wait for her to answer.
"Let's do it like this, so it's fair for everyone. I tell you something. If you like the sound of it then I get something in return. Agreed?"
"This is crazy. You’re crazy."
"Am I? You're here of your own free will Lindsay. If you don’t want this then now is the time to say so. I've been very fair and beyond patient with you. You say you want the truth so now I'm going to tell you everything. One clear fact at a time. You say you want me too so isn't it fair that you prove to me you mean what you say?"
There was a crazy logic to it. A crazy, sexy twisted logic that after a day of Disney magic and after six weeks of barely repressed sexual desired seemed not only to make sense but to be the only way forward.
"Go on." She said. "I'm ready. Tell me the truth, and don’t fuck with me. Don’t forget that I do this kind of shit for a living, so I'll know if you're lying to me."
"I wouldn't doubt it for a second." He moved close to her and leaned his hands on the edge of the couch either side of her knees while looking straight into her eyes.
His presence was like a wave washing over her and she tingled from head to foot.
"Truth number one." He said. "We didn't kill him. Is that good?"
She nodded her head.
"It's good. If it's true. But what about proof? I'll need proof."
"That can be arranged."
"How soon?"
"By tomorrow. I'll take you to see him."
See him?
A thrill ran through her. This could be it. He was still alive, no doubt imprisoned somewhere, but still alive. If she could get proof then the story would be complete and this madness would be over.
"Now I get my reward." Dale said.
She nodded her head and then froze as he deftly placed his lips against hers. The heat of passion sent an entirely different thrill through her this time. His head lowered to her neck and she arched back her head and ran her fingers through his thick hair.
"What are you doing?" She said breathlessly and pulled his head roughly away from her. The action sent a jolt of excitement through him.
He was nearly there now. After all the waiting and the game playing he would finally take her tonight. No fuck that, we were talking a matter of minutes at this point, before she would be writhing beneath him in his bed.
"That's the deal Lindsay. I tell you the truths you want to hear and you demonstrate the truth to me about how you feel."
He was being underhanded, but God she was loving it. His head descended to her neck again and it took everything she had to resist.
"Where is he?" She said and roughly pushed his head back again, tugging against his hair and making him go taut with excitement.
"I can’t tell you that." He said.
She shook her head. "I don’t like that. Without proof there's no truth. Tell me what you did with him."
"We handed him over to the authorities. The FBI to be precise. How do you like that?" He ran his hand up along her inner thigh and the proximity to her starving, wet pussy made her back arch in needy response. He was inches away from her and he had never placed his hand there before.
He was claiming new territory.
He went to place another kiss but she pushed him away again.
"How? How did you do that and not end up in jail as well? You kidnapped and imprisoned him? I need the truth Dale or all of this means nothing."
"Mayweather and Hargrave supply technology and high level security services to the US government. We handed him over to the people we trust the most at the very highest levels of authority in the intelligence community and we did so on condition of absolute immunity."
He moved his hand higher and then cupped her softly, firmly between the legs making her release a soft, involuntary moan. He pressed the heel of his hand to her pussy, his fingers sliding seductively beneath her. She felt her insides contract in rapt, silent, soaking pleasure. The feeling of being owned and controlled was complete and she was loving it. Her most personal places were literally in the palm of his hand and he was massaging, squeezing, almost imperceptibly but just enough to send waves of sexual response spreading out into her hips and thighs, down her legs and up into her abdomen.
Dear God, it was even going all the way to her breasts, making her nipples erect and hard.
"Fuck…" He gasped. "Lindsay, you're so goddamn wet for me already, I don’t know how much more of this I can take." He palmed her more intently, pressing down onto her clit from the outside, moving and massaging everything inside her like some master of the female form.
If she came now, before he even did anything else to her, would that count as using him? Would that count as a lie? Would she have used and abused her so-called journalistic dedication to the truth just to get her own filthy kicks?
"I've got to meet them." She said. "I've got to see for myself that this is true."
"Whatever you want, I'll do it. You can meet them. Is that good enough? Are we ready now?"
He didn't wait for an answer but instead removed his hand from her hot, wet crotch and slid it under her hips while sliding another arm under her shoulders and sweeping her up from the couch.
"Where are we going?" She said.
"Where do you think we're going?" He growled.
They quickly reached the bedroom and he kicked the door shut behind him with a flick of his heel.
"It's time to take this relationship to the next level." He said and dropped her down in the middle of the huge, soft bed.
She pushed up to her elbows and looked around in a daze of excited confusion. He had asked for the bedroom to be prepared with flowers, rose petals, soft candle light and beautiful essential oils.
What the fuck?
"What's going on here Dale?"
The cocky bastard had been so sure all along.
He pulled off his jacket and undid his tie.
"Don’t talk Lindsay. Strip."
She felt it again, a back arching desire to respond to him with absolute obedience that defied all logic. He had talked her into this. The room had been booked and prepped long in advance - just like her. She had been all dressed up in his choice of clothes, then wined, dined and charmed to point where she was ready to be fucked.
Her breath quickened as Dale paused to look down at her on the bed. His perfect hair was just tousled enough from her hands to make the transformation complete from sexy take-charge-alpha-male-hero into mouthwateringly edible, irresistibly sexy, take- charge-alpha-male-sex-God.
"I'm waiting." He said.
Her locket had been recording all the time. It was his voice on there and he would have a hard time explaining the things he had just said to her whether she could prove them or not. If it was true then the man was a hero and she would keep to her word. If he was lying then she would destroy him and ruin his billion dollar empire in exchange for one night of sexual obsession that she desperately wanted every bit as much as him.
Either way, she was coming out on top.
"I'm done waiting Lindsay." He said, taking a step closer. "If you won't strip yourself then I will have to do it for you. I've been visualizing peeling you out of that sexy little number for the last three hours anyway."
The battle between her mind, her heart and her aching clit threatened to drive her over the edge.
I still need more. She struggled to maintain control. I still don’t have this story, still don’t have the truth. Once I have the story then I can make up my mind what to do.
"We're not there yet Dale." She forced herself to say. "I need to know you’re not lying to me… for Nena's sake." Her stomach knotted up. Was she using Nena again or was it the truth? How low was she willing to get the truth out there? Could the end really justify the means?<
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He began unbuttoning his shirt and then slowly removed it. For a man who so clearly intended to make love to her until she begged for mercy he was incredibly controlled in everything he did. He breath quickened again as she witnessed the hard, muscular, chiseled male flesh revealed to her. He had the most perfect set of ripped abs she had ever laid eyes on.
"For Nena's sake." She repeated, clutching on by a thread.
"I completely agree." He said as he approached her. Reaching the bed he went to his knees and then leaned his rippling arms down onto the end of the bed. She instinctively backed away from him, praying for him to follow her lead and catch her if he dared.
He moved his hands up the bed and took a hold of her ankles, sending electricity raking through her at the firmness of his touch. He drew her effortlessly back down the bed towards him and the sensation was exciting beyond belief. What if he decided enough was enough? What if he just couldn't hold himself back any longer? She carried pepper spray in her bag at all times but the damn bag was out in the living area. And why would she want to pepper spray the back-arching, toe-curling, clit-wrenching screw of the millennium out of her bed anyway?
"This is too much." She whispered. "You're going too far."
He paused, his heavy, labored breath filling the silence.
"Okay." He said. "Then you tell me when we've gone far enough. That's where I'll stop."
She watched him like a frightened animal. How far was far enough?
He jerked her an inch further down and her elbows slid out from under her leaving her flattened out on the bed. His powerful hands then came quickly to her waist and he flipped her over like a rag doll. The feeling of being tossed around like a plaything in the paws of a lion, was intoxicating. Once she was face down he reached up and slowly unzipped her dress with one hand while steadying her ass with the other. When the zipper was all the way down to her butt he reached up and gently undid the clasp on her bra before flipping her over again by the waist.
She looked up at him and trembled from head to toe.
He was above her, leaning over her. The bastard had reached into her mind, pulled her romantic fantasies from her head and shaped a reality from them more intense than anything she could have cooked up in any of her guilty moments.
There was only thing out of place.
She had to be on top of him. It was her thing. But that could wait until she had the evidence she needed. His words were still piling up on the surveillance device in her necklace but she needed more specifics, more admissions.
His hands rested lightly on her shoulders and then he began to slide the dress down her arms. He carefully left her bra in place as he continued on down to her waist and hips, along her thighs, down to her knees and then finally to her ankles.
Every additional inch of revealed flesh made her feel more exposed, more helpless, more sexual than ever. No man had ever before made such a perfect ritual of stripping her naked.
He stood up straight with the dress in one hand and then dropped it slowly to the floor.
"No need for that anymore." He leaned on the bed again, looming over her. Lindsay's mind resisted but her soaking wet pussy was screaming out for him to take her. The long months of enforced celibacy since Nena had arrived into her world seemed to crowd up on her all at once and make anything seem reasonable.
Tonight she would have a real man inside her, not some truncated, lubricated, battery operated replica.
He reached down and with one large hand and slipped his fingers inside the top of her panties before plunging slowly down through the soft, damp hair of her pubic mound.
She arched her back up towards him and moaned.
"Fuuuuuck…."
"That's it baby." His voice was strained with the exertion of holding back and the extreme discomfort of his steel hard cock struggling against his shorts and pants. "Don’t fight it any longer."
He began to slide her panties down and the feeling of being slowly denuded under his gaze set her to writhing on the soft bedspread. She reached her hands down instinctively to cover herself and saw that he had unbuckled his belt and dropped pushed his pants to the floor.
Oh my God…
He was ready to enter her and his rod made her biggest dildo look limp by comparison. Not to mention that this shaft would come with a warm, pulsating, full-sized man attached to it.
His put his hands to the insides of her knees and pushed them apart before hunching down over her. She watched his bunched shoulder muscles tense and coil, relax and uncoil and then ripple with tension again as his head rose up and down below her, his tongue toying with the quivering flesh of her inner thighs. Every touch sent a shudder through her, right up to her ass and deep inside her. If ever a female body was ready to take a full grown male inside, this was it.
Lindsay was ready now; every hormone filled inch of her.
His lips came higher, just a little bit at a time, pausing for nip here, a soft lick there, a light touch elsewhere. Blood wasn’t just rushing to her clit and G-spot but all over her mid-section, down her thighs and filling her belly to the navel and beyond. This was a real man at work, an expert, someone who loved what they did and took the greatest pleasure in making the moment absolutely perfect.
His tongue came higher and then reached all the way up to her fingers as they cupped over her throbbing pubic mound and salaciously wet pussy.
His nose and mouth were so close to her now and suddenly the scent of her drove him wild. It always happened this way with him. A woman smelled so different down there when she was ready and fuck was she ready, but also so very different. Sure all women smelled and tasted and sounded a little different and sure every female climax had its own unique stamp but this was going to be a moment to remember. This was going to be life changing for both of them. It was as though this scent of her had been distilled just for him, the pure essence of everything that drove him wild in a woman's body had been concentrated, magnified and then placed right under his nose. He tore her hands away and put his hungry mouth to her hot wet pussy and then drew in, drinking deeply.
"Ooooohhhhh…." Lindsay let out a protracted, anguished moan. Never had she felt so perfectly consumed but that was only the beginning. His tongue began to explore deeper while his hands pushed her legs slowly, inexorably wider apart. He was going to fuck her with his tongue and make her scream long before his thick, long dick ever deigned to enter her.
She would let him get so far and then force him to turn over, that was her rule.
And there would be no fucking. Not until she had her story.
"Dale."
His tongue had advanced to her clit, playing softly then hard, softly then hard again, making it near impossible for to stay still, but his powerful hands held her struggling body firmly in place so that there was no way to escape the intensity.
"Dale, God, no… please, I want this, I really do but, oh my God…"
He had withdrawn from her pussy now and his mouth was working its way up her mound and over her belly his fingers had taken the place of his tongue and gently, relentlessly located her clit causing her to writhe in painful ecstasy again.
"Dale… please…."
His mouth paused at her navel, and ignoring her words he allowed his fingers to go deeper still. He drew his hand back, impossibly slowly but then entered again, another finger joining the first and she moaned wildly, her legs clamping around his back.
God was he muscular between her thighs, his skin slick with the sweat of desire.
"Shut up." He said. "Shut up and let me fuck you the way a beautiful woman like you deserves to be fucked."
His mouth descended to her breasts and she felt his disheveled mane straggle across her nipples as he set to work with his tongue. His fingers pushed deep within her, locating and then expertly circling, squeezing, cajoling her G-spot. Suddenly the pressure was too much and she was there, coming out of control, coming undone. She began to scream and pull away but he held her tightly.
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nbsp; "Dale, no, no please, I want you but you've got to stop."
He kept kissing, his lips and tongue flicking her taut nipples, his fingers pressing against her spot to force out more cum, more ecstatic climax whether she wanted it or not and then she felt the tip of his cock against the inside of her thigh.
He was getting ready to enter.
God she wanted him, but not yet and not this way. She would be on top, that's how things worked, ever since that asshole on her prom night, her first and worst lay ever.
She had to stop him. Even with another orgasm building inside her this had to stop. She would not be entered like this, not by him, especially not by him.
Her hand reached down, searching for his balls, but found his cock first. She gripped it hard to re-take control. He groaned in ecstasy as she pulled his member upwards and outwards, away from her pussy.
"Oh Jesus, Lindsay, fuck…" He threw his head back and looked down at her with determined eyes. The movement had only spurred him on. His fingers were still inside her.
She had to go further.
She worked her hand down to the base of his prodigious member and watched as his powerful body shuddered over her in response. It was working. She was taking control of the situation. Searching further, she soon located his balls as well. They would be the bluest balls in the America before tonight was done. Dale grunted with helpless pleasure as her hands closed around them. He made ready to descend on her, invade her, to satisfy the desire that had been torturing him for weeks.
Lindsay hesitated, this was it, she literally had him by the nuts and could break him in seconds if she needed to, but this wasn't something she had done before. She wanted to leave him with metaphorical blue balls, not a trip to the ER. She had no idea how hard she should squeeze. Gentle, always very gentle, that had been her rule of thumb with these things, but that was what you did if you wanted a little more action from the man underneath her. This guy was on top, he was huge, and he obviously wanted her more than any man she had ever slept with.
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