The Killing Ground: A Foxx Files Thriller

by Syd Parker

  They barely made it to Jordan’s house before Rebecca starting ripping her clothes off. The need to feel their bodies pressed tightly together overrode all other rational thought. She almost ripped the buttons off Jordan’s shirt in her haste, and a hungry growl erupted from deep inside as she unsnapped the button holding her jeans together. She slid the zipper down, and the brief flash of Jordan’s black briefs caused a sudden intake of breath.

  The soft skin below her navel begged to be touched and Rebecca left a warm, wet stripe just above Jordan’s briefs with her tongue. The responding groan and twitching in Jordan’s muscles made her even hungrier. Ignoring Jordan’s hands, Rebecca pulled her jeans open and inhaled deeply. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal hit her nostrils and a welcome wave of pleasure rolled through her stomach. “Mmm, you smell perfect.”

  Jordan’s knees buckled with pleasure, and she edged towards the bed, trying to keep her balance. She pulled Rebecca up so quickly her weight caught Jordan off balance, and they tumbled backwards onto the bed. Jordan felt Rebecca’s weight settle on top of her, and she gathered her against her body, feeling the welcome warmth tucked in all the right places. “Kiss me.”

  Rebecca heard the gentle plea and the urgency of earlier lessened until it was just a small fire burning within her core. She lowered her lips and captured Jordan’s mouth against hers, and the fire that had simmered only seconds before, threatened to burn out of control once again. Their tongues met, and Rebecca’s need for contact took control again. She wrenched her lips away and pulled her own top off. She started to undo her bra, but her hands were pushed away, and Jordan’s hands skillfully unhooked the clasps. Her fingers slipped under the strap and slowly worked the material off her shoulders, her knuckles grazing the sensitive skin beneath them.

  Rebecca’s breasts broke free from her bra, and Jordan sucked in a breath. Her eyes caressed the creamy-white mounds. The skin was sprinkled with pale freckles, and her areolas were light brown and perfectly round. Her nipples were taut from her arousal. Jordan lifted her head and pulled the round bud into her mouth and rolled it gently against her tongue, lighting fires of arousal throughout their bodies.

  Rebecca’s moans of pleasure filled the room and when Jordan nipped the taut bud between her teeth, she nearly jumped off the bed. “God, you make me feel so good.”

  Jordan pulled her mouth away and smiled devilishly. “Just wait. I plan on showing you just how good it feels to have a woman worship your body.”

  Rebecca’s eyes darkened in response to Jordan’s promise, and she leaned over her until their naked breasts brushed together. The feeling was as close to perfection as Rebecca could remember. She felt desire rush through her body and pool at her aroused center.

  Jordan captured Rebecca’s bottom lip in hers and nipped it gently. She teased Rebecca’s mouth open, slid her tongue inside and began a slow exploration with her tongue, teasing and tasting all that Rebecca had to offer. She felt a rush of wetness between her legs. She knew she needed to taste Rebecca now or die from wanting. She ran her hands down the length of Rebecca’s back and slid them into her pants, cupping her bottom in her hands. She pulled Rebecca’s body into her pelvis roughly and the pressure on her sensitive clit only served to heighten her need.

  Rebecca could sense the change in Jordan’s pace and when she felt Jordan adjust her weight and flipped Rebecca onto the bed and tucked her body beneath her weight, Rebecca responded by arching her hips into Jordan’s pelvis with a wicked smile. “Show me. Show me how much you want me.”

  Jordan studied her face and saw desire mirrored in her eyes. She kissed her soundly, her right hand slipping inside Rebecca’s panties and cupping her mound. She stroked her clit with a practiced finger, feeling it harden underneath her touch. She could feel Rebecca’s body begin to dance beneath her fingers and knew she was close. “Can I?”

  Rebecca nodded, and Jordan pulled her hand away and unbuttoned her pants. She leaned up on her knees and eased her pants over her hips and down her long legs. She tossed them into a pile on the chair and slid her body up Rebecca’s and settled between her thighs, her eyes drinking in the pale red curls between her legs. She inhaled deeply, and a rush of wetness flooded her briefs anew.

  She kissed her inner thigh and licked the sensitive skin at the apex of her legs, relishing the feeling of letting go of everything and being in the moment. She slid her tongue through the slick wet folds, and all rational thought escaped her. Her focus narrowed until the only thing she knew was the sweet taste of Rebecca, and the moans that her mouth was eliciting.

  Jordan stroked deep within and devoured Rebecca’s essence. Every nerve in her body tingled with raw pleasure. Somewhere in the haze, her mind registered Rebecca’s hips arching to meet her mouth, and she slid her hands under her bottom and pulled her body upwards towards her waiting mouth.

  Rebecca felt wildfires igniting and spreading throughout her body. “Fuck. Your tongue is dangerous. Please, Jordan, I need to come so bad.” Her hips rolled in time with Jordan’s tongue, driving her deeper and deeper inside.

  Jordan felt Rebecca’s body tense around her, and she knew she was close. She captured her clit in her mouth and stroked it roughly with her tongue, sending shivers of pleasure racing up her spine.

  “Oh, fuck yes, just like that. Yeah, baby, you fuck me so good. You know how to eat my pussy.” Rebecca’s voice was raw, her words tinged with desire, and they burned through Jordan’s body. No one had ever talked to her like that, and the words were almost enough to make her come. She sucked Rebecca’s clit until it pulsed against her, and her legs shook.

  Loud moans escaped Rebecca’s mouth and filled the tiny room. She couldn’t contain the need within her, and the pleasure built like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. She clamped her knees around Jordan’s head, her hands finding the sheets, desperately searching for something to contain the pleasure that rippled through her body. She couldn’t think, couldn’t function, could feel nothing except Jordan’s tongue on her, and when the first waves of her orgasm exploded from deep within, she arched off the bed, her body more alive than she had ever known it.

  Jordan pulled wave after wave of molten pleasure from her body, taking her to immense peaks and pulling her back again, only to stroke her higher once, twice, a third time. When the last wave crested and ebbed away, Rebecca’s body fell back to the bed, exhaustion was her captor, and she was its willing slave. Every inch of her body was alive and tingled with aftershocks of pleasure.

  When she finally stilled, Jordan moved her body up Rebecca’s and slid her tongue along Rebecca’s lips, letting her taste her own desire. “You taste so fucking perfect, Detective Foxx.”

  Rebecca shuddered with delight. She had tasted her own juices before, but now mingled with Jordan’s tongue, she tasted sweeter than she remembered. Maybe that’s what a proper fuck did, brought out previously undiscovered treasures. She licked her lips and grinned devilishly. “You make me feel so good.”

  Jordan kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. “That’s just the start. Stick around and I’ll show you the good stuff.”

  “That wasn’t the good stuff?” Rebecca’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure my body can handle any more. I can’t move at all. You’ll kill me.”

  “Only if pleasure kills.” Jordan smirked. “Oh, I can promise you, it will be worth finding out.”

  Rebecca smiled, feeling stupidly giddy. “Something tells me you are worth the risk.” She slid her hand inside Jordan’s briefs and felt slick warmth. “What about you, baby? Got something we need to take care of?”

  Jordan shook her head. “I’m okay. Taking care of you is all I need.”

  Rebecca slid two fingers along her slick folds and grinned. “That’s not fair. I can’t very well leave you in this state.”

  “Really.” Jordan smiled. “You can barely move. I’ll take care of it later.”

  “Take care of it now.” Rebecca countered. “I want to watch you come.”

  Jo
rdan’s eyes darkened. Sure, she had taken care of things plenty of times before, but never in front of anyone. She searched Rebecca’s eyes and saw nothing but honest intensity. “I don’t know…”

  “Please.” Rebecca pleaded. “You’re so wet. You don’t have to wait.”

  The earnest please was all Rebecca had to say, and Jordan came undone. She slid her hands inside her briefs and felt just how wet she was. “Help me.”

  Rebecca’s brow arched briefly before her hand covered Jordan’s and forced her hand lower. Jordan slid her finger inside and felt her muscles contract instantaneously. She was close. It would only take her a few deft strokes before she came.

  She held her hand still, forcing Rebecca to take control. Rebecca’s hand pushed against hers, setting the pace and soon, Jordan felt her own clit harden against her palm. She slid her fingers deep inside then pulled them out and spread her juices on her clit. Rebecca’s hand moved hers in circles and soon her clit jumped against her fingers. She arched her hips and increased the pace.

  The orgasm hit her before she knew it, and her breath caught in her throat as the first waves of pleasure started deep and rolled through her body. Her eyes met Rebecca’s gaze. She looked into rough seas of desire and felt herself pitch headlong into the second wave of pleasure. She felt Rebecca’s hand press against hers, and she stroked every last bit of pleasure from her sensitive body. Moments later, when the aftershocks had finally died down, she felt Rebecca pull her into her arms and cover them both. Her last thought, before sleep took her away, was that Rebecca’s sweet scent made her feel at home. As close as she could get to the perfect home she had always craved. Rather than scare her, she welcomed it, embraced it, and took it with her as she slipped into sweet oblivion.

  Chapter 16

  Two Months Later…

  The voice is here again. Always, the voice in my ears. It starts as a low whisper and escalates to a cacophonous pounding in my head. I pull wildly at my ears as if separating them from my body will quiet the maddening cries.

  It is time. That is what the voice tells me. Time for atonement. She must pay for her sins. Sometimes I wonder if she has paid enough, but the voice reminds me, there is no way she can pay until she dies. I spend nights like these searching for her, taking out her punishment on someone else equally as guilty.

  “I want to have children.”

  I see the look in her eyes, as though she is suddenly ashamed of me because I can’t give her the one thing she wants. “There are other ways. We can see someone about it.”

  She shakes her head, not even open to my suggestion. “I don’t want to go through all that. It may not work anyway.”

  This is a fight we have had many times before. She stayed so long out of obligation, or perhaps because she felt sorry for me, but never because she loved me. I have lost the fight before I have even been offered the chance to try. “You don’t understand. It’s not like it was years ago. Can’t we at least try? Please say yes…for me.”

  That’s all I need. One word. A simple yes to validate my feelings. Inadequacy has been my companion for too long and yet, here I am again, feeling its cold touch against me.

  “I’ve made up my mind. I don’t want to go through that. I don’t want you.”

  The words are whispered so softly that I almost miss them. Now, years later, they wake me from the precious few hours of sleep I do get and taunt me.

  I have seen the news. I know that someone else stands trial for my crimes. It is a small price to pay. His hands are as stained with sin as mine and then some. God exacts punishment for wavering from his word, just as she wavered.

  Tonight, I must hunt again. To quiet the voice. It tires me and keeps me from sleep. I would give anything to have a moment’s peace. I shiver involuntarily as I wait in the dark. The streets are deserted, save a few brave souls. Tonight they are lucky that it isn’t them I am hunting. No, tonight she is my prey.

  As with all of them, they do not know I have been watching them, waiting for the perfect moment. She is too far away, but I imagine I am inhaling her scent. The cold burns my nostrils and wakens the voice. One last chance to tell me what I am to do. But I know already. I cannot forget the words that are part of me now.

  I tell it to be quiet and a wicked laugh is the only reply, as if I can tell the voice what to do. I press my fingers into my ears in a vain attempt to silence it. I push off the building where the dark has hidden me and make my way across the deserted streets. Even at this hour, the city has gone to sleep.

  She walks about aimlessly, her hand rubbing her stomach without even thinking. I imagine I can see a smile tease at the corner of her mouth. Like any mother, she protects her cub. But not from me. Not from the hunter. The wolf. I quicken my pace, treading the ground with silent footfalls.

  I close the distance and wait for the stiffening. The shudder of realization. There is none. She has not realized that tonight she will die. I walk ever closer, needing to feel her fear. Needing to smell the distinct scent of helplessness. To see the wild eyes of the prey begging for its life.

  She hears the sound of my breathing, and her step falters. Now, I smell it. The fear mixed with the cold odors of the city. She doesn’t turn around, thinking perhaps that she only imagined me, and if she keeps walking, she will find comfort in some safe place. She is completely surprised when my hand finds her shoulder, and I yank her body roughly into mine. “Can you feel me? Did you know tonight would be your last? Surely, you must have guessed I was coming for you.”

  She shakes her head and screams into my hand. The answer is always the same. They never know I am coming for them. She won't know until it is too late. This is all for you, my sweet wife. I tell her time and time again. I wonder if somewhere in the night, she senses the chill of evil and shivers without knowing why.

  I pull her into the alley, my eyes and ears constantly on the alert. She is strong. She is fighting so bravely for the life I have not yet begun to take. I throw her roughly into a wall, and the blow to the head stuns her, and for a moment, she goes limp in my arms. This is all the opportunity I need to push her into the ground.

  She is on her back now, her eyes wild with fear. She shakes her head from side-to-side, the unevenness of the concrete below cutting into her scalp. But she doesn’t feel it. The only thing she feels now is the urge to fight. She knees me in the bottom and I pitch forward, teetering just above her. It is in this moment when our eyes meet, that she recognizes the hunter and confusion alters her features.

  I smile evilly and push back up on my haunches. It is then that she sees the glint of steel in my right hand and perhaps feels how hard I am against her distended belly. A low, guttural laugh escapes my lips, and she realizes I am no human. I am a madman. She starts to claw at my body, trying to reach my face, but I capture her hands against her body and send her a look of warning. She stills immediately, perhaps finding somewhere in the recesses of her mind, some ill advice not to fight your attacker. Tonight is the night she should have fought.

  I rip her pants away exposing the white flesh beneath and my erection dances wildly. She is still quiet, fearing what will happen to her. One last bit of fight awakens somewhere inside and she starts to writhe beneath me. This sudden movement against me evokes memories long laid to rest, and the faintest sound of laughter teases at my subconscious from far off. Visions of her body underneath mine, her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer as I drive into her, bringing her to climax.

  A blow to my head wakes me from the dream. I am momentarily dazed and not sure what I am doing. But the voice, the voice is there to remind me and with renewed fury, I loosen my own pants and release my aching hardness. There is no slowness tonight. All my moves are done with angry deliberation now. I shove myself inside her roughly, and she screams into my hand. There is no one around to hear, no one to save her.

  I pause briefly and look into her wide eyes. It is time. She has to pay for her sins. I run the knife across her neck and as the first drops
of blood mingle with the night air, I release a primal howl and punish the woman beneath me. It is over too quickly, and although a sense of calm has taken over, I feel empty. There is just one more thing to do. One small thing to ease the ache that her leaving has left.

  She must pay the ultimate price. What God has given, let no man take away. I laugh at this simple, misguided adage. For God didn’t give to me. No, he took away. He took everything, and now as my recompense, he has sent me to take her confession. To gather her sacrifice, her atonement for her sins.

  I pull away from her and caress the mound beneath me. There is no movement, only hardness, and as I cut away the last of her gift, the anger subsides. I wait for the voice, but it doesn’t come. I am alone in this part. I pull the life from within her and wrap it carefully in a small blanket. One less life lived in sin. I’m saving you, can’t you see that?

  He is too small to understand, though, and the corners of my mouth curve up slightly. It is done. I brush my hand over her eyes and close them mercifully. I wipe the knife on a cloth and pull my gloves off. I put them in an open dumpster and slip the small bundle under my coat. I leave the alley, altered in some fashion that I can’t quite put my finger on yet.

  A small grain of doubt has started to take seed somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind. I cannot put my finger on it exactly. It is enough to make me wonder when I will be called upon for my atonement. This time when I shiver, it has nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the inevitability of my demise.

  Chapter 17

  Jordan rubbed her eyes and squinted against the morning sun peeking through her blinds. She felt a slight tingling in her arm and realized it was pinned against the bed. She smiled at the woman sleeping beside her. Amazing what a change two months brought on.