Lovely Wicked Things

by Lizbeth Day

  Aaron grabs a fistful of blonde’s hair and yanks her head back hard enough to make the woman gasp. She braces a hand against his chest.

  He ignores her resistance and drags his fingers along the flesh of her throat and down the plunging neckline of the dress. Then in one swift motion, his hand dips into the fabric and pulls her tit out into the night air.

  The woman squirms, but he continues to ignore her. Aaron speaks while rubbing a thumb over her exposed nipple. She shakes her head no. He laughs, tugs her head back again, nibbles and licks his way down her throat. Abruptly he stops and steps away. The woman’s breast jiggles as it settles outside of her dress.

  She reaches out to him, nodding. Aaron smiles, pushes her back against the car. He hikes up the short skirt up and plunges his hand between her legs. The camera can see just enough as he pushes her panties to one side.

  His hand moves, slowly at first. Back and forth, he strokes between her thighs. Aaron pauses, speaks, and then the stroke changes. The woman moans loudly enough for the camera to pick up the sound. He finger fucks her until she seems to forget they are in the middle of the street. She flings one leg around Aaron’s back and grinds against his hand, her exposed tit bouncing with her thrusts.

  When the woman shudders in release, Denver stopped the play-back.

  By this time, her pussy throbbed. She pushed her panties aside and slipped a single finger inside herself. Already, she’s so wet. Watching Aaron did it to her every time. He was so fucking alpha, so in control.

  The panties were getting in the way. Denver pulled them and shorts down. They fell beside the easy chair. She stroked the soft skin of her mound. Then one hand traveled south and parted her lips. She rubbed her middle finger over her clit in slow circles.

  A small moan built in her throat…

  And then the doorbell rang.

  THREE

  For the second time she jumped at the sound. Really? What did Mrs. McKellan want now? The volume on the TV wasn’t high. Maybe somebody had the wrong apartment. The guys down the hall partied a lot, but also seemed to give crummy directions. More than once Denver had to redirect a stray guest.

  Denver crossed halfway to the door. “Who?”

  Silence. No one responded. The door buzzed again.

  Embarrassed because she’d been interrupted doing something nasty, but also annoyed since she really needed to get off, Denver went to the apartment’s door with an attitude. She peered through the peephole. “Who is it?”

  At first she didn’t understand what she saw. Something black and white. Movement. But then in the next second she realized someone on the other side held up a cell phone playing a video.

  The hand holding it pulled back and she could see it all clearly. The scene was an overhead shot of some store. A man with a large bald spot stood behind a glass showcase that doubled as a counter.

  Denver gasped. She knew this place, and the man. JK Pawn shop, over on 3rd Ave and 18th.

  A woman walks into frame as if she’d just entered the shop. The man slides a thick envelope across the counter. From the camera’s angle it’s easy to spot the fat wad of dollar bills when the woman checks the contents. She nods and leaves.

  The phone pulled away and the face Denver sees next made her gasp again, then cuss. A vein along her neck beat out a visible, furious beat. She felt faint, infuriated and exposed.

  “Are you going to open the door, Ms. Shea?” He called out low and sultry.

  Denver ducked away from the peephole. Of course. Of course, it would be him. And she was darn near naked. She whirled scanning her space. The laptop sat open for anyone to see. Shit. Shit. Shit. She sprinted across the room in her bare feet, trying to make as little noise as possible.

  Her underwear, where the hell were they?

  She almost tripped tugging them and the shorts back on. Denver slapped the laptop shut, wincing at how loud it sounded. She then grabbed her cell out of her jacket and started for the door. Then on second thought, she snatched up the jacket too.

  “What do you want?” She lifted the peephole’s cover to look out.

  “To talk.”

  Denver’s door didn’t have one of those silly chain latches. Once it opened, she was exposed, vulnerable. “How about I come see you tomorrow? Name the place. Somewhere public.”

  But she had to open the door because of that video. They both knew it.

  As if he read her mind, the person outside replied, “The deal I give you tomorrow won’t be nearly as good as the one I’ll give you tonight.” He paused then coaxed, “C’mon, I don’t bite, I nibble. You might like that. “

  Denver let out a string of curses under her breath. Since becoming an investigator for the DA, she opted not to carry a firearm most of the time. There had been little need to. Except for surveillance on the Maddox family, she’d investigated overindulged, super-entitled, crooked financial types suspected of white collar crimes. So right now, her stupid gun was in the stupid gun locker where the cops checked their revolvers when they came to do business at the office.

  Cold metal against her back would be very comforting right now.

  Instead of a gun, Denver removed the extendable baton from her jacket’s inner pocket. She slipped that between her back and the shorts. Oh, jeez, what was she wearing? The jacket would cover her boobs but what about the shorts two sizes too small?

  She pivoted to make a quick dash to the bedroom for something decent, but the bell buzzed again. And this time Aaron leaned on it until the buzzer became a loud insistent thing like a jackhammer on overdrive.

  Dammit. He would wake McKellan. The last thing she wanted—besides Aaron Maddox standing at her doorstep—was a midnight scuffle with the curmudgeon across the hall. She threw on the jacket before undoing the double bolt locks and flung the door open.

  “Stop it before you wake my neighbors!”

  There stood Aaron Maddox. Smiling. The same stupid grin Denver had wanted to punch off his face earlier that day.

  With one hand behind her back, Denver announced, “I’ve already dialed 911, my thumb is over the button, do anything and I’ll call for help.”

  He said, “You won’t need help.”

  “I didn’t say it would be for me,” Denver shot back.

  “Ha, Ha,” Aaron responded leaning inside the door. “You’re so cute. I like that. Nice place. May I come in?”

  “No.”

  Aaron waggled the cell phone. “C’mon now. We shouldn’t talk business where anyone could hear. Never know who’s listening or watching.” He stared into her eyes. “I bet you know all about that. Watching people.”

  Had she been blown tailing Aaron? Denver swallowed the flutter in her throat and stepped aside. Aaron strolled in as if he was an honored guest. Without pause he walked to the kitchen, peered in, then turned to face her. “Very minimalist. I like a woman who keeps things in order.”

  “Where did you get that video, Maddox?”

  “Straight to business? Ok. I like how you’re not pretending not to know who I am,” he said.

  She folded her arms over her breasts feeling silly about not putting on a bra before she’d let him in. So what if he woke the neighbors? Denver pushed the thought away. The best thing to do was to hear him out, then get him out. “There’s no need to play games,” She gestured at the phone cupped in his palm, “I’d wager you’ve done your homework about me.”

  He nodded, slowly walking back to where she stood. “Oh yes. Denver Shea. Age thirty. Single. Former cop dismissed under a cloud of suspicion. Something about corruption charges that couldn’t be proven.”

  Denver resisted the urge to fidget. He had done his homework.

  “Look,” he said smiling, “don’t take this personally. My family keeps tabs on anyone who may be keeping tabs on us. As soon as you joined the DA’s office as an investigator, the file on you opened.”

  “So you should know then, I wasn’t fired from the police department.” Denver said, knowing it was a petty point.
But even now, the incident still stung.

  “Well, you were the only one who escaped the charges unscathed, the rest of your unit went up the river. Yeah, the PD might not have technically given you the boot, but you were pushed out. So…tomata, toma-toe.” He came to a stop, towering above her. “All based on they couldn’t find any solid evidence against you. You were lucky to score the gig at the DA. Think they’ll let you keep your job if evidence surfaces all of a sudden?”

  He held the cell phone up with the video paused. The woman was frozen mid-reach for the envelope. Her profile was clear, leaving no question about identity.

  Denver looked at herself on the small screen. “How’d you get it?”

  Aaron pecked at the cell before dropping it in his pocket. “We keep tabs on everyone who owes us a favor. The pawn shop’s owner owes us a few favors. To his credit, he didn’t know about the cameras we’d installed to keep an eye on his incoming inventory. But when we stumbled on a cop getting a payoff, oh baby. Goldmine!”

  He took a step closer. “When that same cop went to work for the DA—the same office that’s been on my family’s case for years—that was just icing on the cake.” Aaron cocked his head to one side. And you being so pretty put a big, fat, cherry on top.”

  Denver scowled up into his face. His dark green eyes seemed to pierce right through her. She tugged at the jacket. “What. Do. You. Want?”

  Aaron frowned. “How’d you get the name Denver?”

  The man was close, too close. His cologne was something musky that reminded her of sex, no not sex, but raw, hot and sweaty fucking. Suddenly, the room felt charged as if he gave off a current. Denver decided taking a step away was prudent. She put her back against the wall. “It’s where my parents fell in love.”

  “That’s sweet,” Aaron’s eyes lowered to her jacket. “Take that off and go get a chair from the kitchen.”

  “Wait, what? No! Tell me what you want and get out.”

  Aaron gave her a long look. “I will, but first we need to establish a few rules. Now go get the fucking chair before I turn you over my knee and spank that sweet, perky ass I saw at the courthouse today.”

  A tremble ran down the back of Denver’s legs. But his tone sent a delicious shiver of arousal through her nether regions. When Aaron shot her a sharp look over his shoulder as he headed for the living area, Denver’s limbs jerked into motion.

  She turned towards the kitchen, feeling self-conscious about the fit of her shorts, and if he was looking at her so-called sweet, perky ass right now.

  Think, Denver, think, she admonished herself. Playing along was smart, for now. I have the baton, I know how to fight. And I need to find out what happened to Tai. A Maddox brother walks right into my apartment. This could be an opportunity. Maybe. As long as she stayed in control, she’d be okay.

  Denver retrieved the white, straight-backed kitchen chair. She carried it to the living area and dropped it with a thunk next to the couch. “Look, I’m not playing any games, what do I need to do to get the original video?”

  Aaron took a seat on the edge of the lounger. Tonight he wore all black. The unbuttoned portion of his shirt revealed smooth tanned skin. “Put the chair, there, in front of me.” He pointed to a spot about five feet opposite him. “And sit so we can talk like civilized people.”

  When she didn’t move, he added, “Please.”

  She eyed the laptop. It was on the table right next to the chair. If he looked at it…there was no telling what the consequences would be. This could go south in an instant. Denver didn’t know how much Aaron knew. Had he seen her that night? She forced herself not to glance at the computer. Why didn’t she stow it somewhere out of sight?

  Just get him out. Denver granted his request and sat.

  “Now take that silly jacket off.”

  The tee-shirt was so thin, Denver was almost naked. She took a big breath, tugged it off and dropped the jacket to the floor. Her breasts seem to leap free without the restriction.

  Aaron eyes seemed to drink her in. “What were you doing before I got here?”

  “Nothing. Watching TV,” she answered too quickly even to her own ears.

  He leaned forward, “Listen Denver. Every time you lie, I’ll make you pay for it later. Understand? Now again, what were you doing when I got here?”

  She gritted her teeth, “I was watching television, drinking wine.” Denver forced herself not to look at the laptop.

  “All right, you want to play games? Let’s play.” Aaron launched out of the chair and crossed the space between them in three steps. He grabbed the neckline of her tee-shirt and tore the fabric.

  The material split in half to dangle at her sides. Denver gasped as her breasts spilled out of the shirt. She moved to cover herself.

  “Don’t.” It was the only word he said, but the command in his voice made it clear what he wanted. Denver dropped her hands to her lap.

  He ran the back of a hand along the curve of one of her breasts. “I love having more than a mouthful.” He pinched the nipple, and Denver inhaled sharply. “But why are you so hard? I think you were being naughty before I arrived.”

  Aaron rubbed the pad of his thumb over the sensitive skin, watching it respond to his touch.

  Denver shivered. The light sensation against one of her most sensitive spots awakened other parts of her. This man shouldn’t be touching like this. She wanted his hands off her. But the growing ache between her legs told another truth.

  “Now Denver,” he said pinching harder almost to the point of pain, “let’s find out what you were doing. Shall we?”

  She shivered again, ashamed she couldn’t control this smallest aspect of her body. “All this isn’t necessary. You have the video, just tell me what you want.”

  Aaron let go of her tit and bent to whisper close to her ear. “Only after you beg.”

  “Fuck you, Maddox. I’m not begging to find out how you plan to blackmail me.”

  He gave her nip a final tug. “We’ll see.” Aaron went back to the lounger and sat. “Take off the shorts. Now.”

  Her mind said, no. But her hands moved anyway. Covertly she shifted the baton hidden at the small of her back to the chair’s seat.

  “No. Stand up and take them off. Nice and slow.”

  Feeling exposed and helpless, Denver pushed up from the chair. Then, as commanded, she eased the shorts down.

  He snickered. “And the panties.”

  She obeyed. When they reached mid-thigh, she glanced down and saw a dark wet spot in the crotch.

  “Stop there,” Aaron commanded.

  She straightened; the small brown patch of hair and delicate edges of her pussy exposed for Aaron to see.

  His eyes didn’t leave her. Despite herself, she liked it. She liked him watching her. But she couldn’t let him know that. She would not beg. But the section of fabric soaked by her juices, now darker than the surrounding material, was like a screaming beacon of her body’s arousal.

  Was he hard? Was he going to fuck her? Thoughts raced through her mind as she remained there for what seemed like an eternity, the air teasing her nipples so much she felt she might burst.

  Finally he motioned for her to finish. The shorts dropped to the hard-wood floor. Her nakedness was complete. She sat with her knees clamped together.

  Aaron scoffed. “The last thing you are is demure. Open your legs and let me see that pussy.”

  Denver gritted her teeth, spread her thighs wide and tilted her hips up.

  “Beautiful. That’s a good girl.” He picked up the laptop next to him. Now let’s see what you were doing. What kind of kink you into, Denver?”

  Denver jerked her legs shut. “No, don’t!” She started but too late. Aaron stared at the computer screen for about thirty seconds before he snapped it shut with a quiet click.

  He said, “Show me.”

  She looked at his face confused. “What? Listen, that video was part of my job—”

  “Shut up, Denver. Now show me wha
t you do when you watch me finger-fucking my date. Do you fantasize about me doing the same thing to you?”

  Shocked and ashamed, Denver stared back at him speechless. Yes, she had fantasized of Aaron’s hands on her, touching her, doing wicked things to her in the dead of night.

  “Show me, I said.”

  “Show you what?”

  Aaron leaned forward. “If you make me get out of this chair, I will be very, very angry.” He settled back into the cushions. “Show me how you make yourself cum.”

  She shook her head. “No. No I can’t.”

  He moved so fast, Denver almost missed it. Before she could react, Aaron crossed the room, yanked her up, then flipped her over his lap as he sat down.

  Ass in the air she screamed, “What the hell? Let me go!”

  “Now you have to pay.” He slapped her ass again and again, until both tight, pert cheeks glowed with red spots.

  He pushed her off unceremoniously, and she flopped onto the floor. Aaron returned to the chair opposite hers. “Show. Me.”

  Breathing hard, she looked up at him. What the hell had just happened? The skin along her ass tingled. But then as she moved, she noticed the slickness between her thighs. With each paddle, his hand had also teased her lips down there. The odd mix of pain and pleasure had disturbingly turned her on. Feeling a new hunger surge, she sat back down and scooted to the chair’s edge to not irritate her delicate bottom.

  Denver spread her legs wide and liked it when Aaron gave a grunt of approval. She closed her eyes and let her hand travel down and across her vulva. She parted the lips, just enough to allow her clitoris to poke out of its hood. Gosh, she was so wet already. It surprised even her. She rubbed her clit’s head in small circles with the tip of her index finger, at first feeling self-conscious. Then the delicious sensation of pleasure took over.

  Her clit grew fat and hard between her fingers. Denver arched her back, moving her hand downward, luxuriating in the intoxicated feeling of stroking herself. She slipped a finger inside her opening and probed for the sweet spot only she knew how to find.