“Cum for me, Miss Kitty,” he urged, admiring the wet spots on her bra. “Show me how bad you want it.”
It didn't take much. Maybe it was his teeth on her sensitive nipples, the bindings, or his enthusiastic fingers, but she shattered again. “Ethan!”
Before her orgasm subsided, he yanked her up from the bed. “I warned you, Miss Kitty.”
Her eyes went wide as he pushed Elizabeth to her knees and moved behind her. Without warning, he forced himself into her body. With all the wetness from her earlier blowjob, he was able to begin his assault. Still, he could feel her muscles quivering from release as they fought him from claiming his prize.
Elizabeth could feel his fingers digging into her hips as he wouldn’t relent on his assault. The driving strokes were soon met with his wandering fingers. First they twisted and pinched her nipples, and then moved lower. The second he began tormenting her, Elizabeth could feel the heat building back up.
“Come on, Miss Kitty. I bought you, now you’re going to scream my name.”
He thrust into her as he brutally rubbed the sensitive nub. It was as if he owned it and was staking his claim.
Her body was on fire. With bound wrists, she tried to balance herself as he drove wildly into her. “Please,” she begged.
“More,” he demanded, so very close to the edge.
Elizabeth pushed back into his driving strokes, hoping he’d fall off the edge.
“Cum for me,” he demanded, releasing her hips to change the angle. When she moaned, Ethan knew he found the magic spot.
Her hands tightened in the skewed bedding. There was the telltale quake in her belly. As she approached the edge, she hoped he’d fall with her.
“Now,” he demanded, slapping her on the ass.
It was all she needed to tumble. As she fell, the driving thrusts stopped. In fact, her body missed his as he pulled out.
Ethan stroked himself, until there was a tightening in his gut. With a few more slides of his slicked hand, he erupted, pouring hotly all over the woman on her knees. “Oh God! So good,” he murmured.
She gasped at the sensation as the wetness coated her skin. “Ethan!”
He stared down at her back, coated in his cum. While it should have been the end of their fantasy, he wasn’t quite finished. There was something primitive about marking her like this.
“Roll over!”
She stared over her shoulder at him. “Ethan?”
When she didn't comply, he did it for her.
She stared up at him, still dressed. The look on his face said it all. He was a man on the edge. With adept fingers, she watched him undo the buttons on his shirt. As he slipped out of it, she admired his physique. From the tattoos all over his body, to the rise and fall of his sculpted chest, she was captivated.
“I’m not done. You told me I had all night, and I plan on taking it.”
She didn't know what to say. As Ethan dropped his boxers, she could see he was still semi aroused.
“Don’t worry. I’m far from worn out.” Without warning, he yanked the bra off her body. “Now, I get to see you naked.”
Leaning over her, his mouth began exploring. The frenetic coupling was over. Now, he would just enjoy every single second of making her beg.
When he began teasing her throat, she wrapped her arms around his neck, the leather binding still in place. It drew his attention. In that moment, he really wanted to taste her mouth. Bringing his lips to hers, he invaded with the same hunger as before.
Elizabeth opened for him, as her legs wrapped around his hips. She fell into the kiss, only to have it abruptly end. “Are you okay?” she asked, staring up into his eyes.
“Yeah, but I need to stop this,” he said, reaching for her hands. Quickly, he unbound her wrists.
“What’s wrong, Ethan?” she asked, starting to get concerned.
He stared at her. “I don’t want Miss Kitty. I want my Elizabeth. While we’re here tonight, I want to make love to my woman, not a stranger. That was fun, but I need you, Lyzee. I want the woman who owns my heart.”
She didn't expect his words.
It caused a flutter in her belly. “I need you too, Cowboy.”
Reaching up, he pulled the wig from her head. Beneath sat the black pixie cut he loved. “Now, that’s better,” he offered, gazing into her icy blue eyes. “Miss Kitty is fun, but my Elizabeth is far more exciting.”
“Oh, Ethan,” she murmured, caught completely off guard.
“You gave me my fantasy, but now I need my woman.”
Lying back on the bed, she opened her arms. “Then take her, Ethan. I’m here for you.”
His heart skipped in his chest as his mouth sought hers. As their lips met, love blossomed. His soul met hers as they shared the moment.
Elizabeth would give him anything he needed, especially since his unfaltering adoration touched her heart more than he would ever know. “I love you,” she whispered, as his mouth trailed kisses down her body.
“I love you too,” he replied, swirling his tongue around her belly button.
As his lips moved over her flesh, her hands found his hair. Burying them in the silky lengths, she enjoyed the gentle ministrations of his mouth. Ethan was more than good in bed.
He was spectacular.
When he found her still wet and warm, he sought out his prize. When his lips found her sensitive clit, he played with it.
“Oh, Ethan,” she murmured, still sore from the frenetic fucking. Yet, his gentleness was undoing her. There was no way she’d ask him to stop.
Lapping at her, he allowed himself to be submerged in the taste and scent of his woman. This was better than Miss Kitty any day.
This was his woman.
When she lifted her hips, desperate for his exploring tongue, he found himself starving again. When she began begging and quivering, Ethan pushed her over the edge.
Tumbling, Elizabeth let the colors and sounds envelope her. As she fought her way back to awareness, she saw him over her body. “My turn,” she offered, wanting to show her husband how much she loved him too.
He didn't fight. Instead, he leaned against the headboard. When her head found its way into his lap, Ethan moaned. The second her lips touched him, he was in heaven.
“Get me hard, Lyzee, my love,” he ordered, grateful for the way she knew his body. Already, all his blood was pooling in his lower region, getting him ready for what was to come. “I want to make love to my wife.”
There was nothing he liked more than her taking a ride.
Elizabeth sucked, licked, and teased him. It didn't take much until he was hard and ready. Glancing up his body, she saw him enjoying her oral skills.
“More,” he begged, not wanting the feeling to stop.
She gave him everything he asked for, and then some. When her hand cupped him, he moaned. “Oh, so damn good!”
With a few more licks, he was ready. Pulling free of his body, she climbed into his lap. “Want a ride, Cowboy?” she asked, gazing into his eyes.
He watched with lust and need. “Yes!” he hissed, needing this more than anything else in the world.
Elizabeth slid him home, and they both moaned. When she began bouncing in his lap, her focus was solely on him. Their gaze never wavered as his hands remained on her hips, guiding her up and down, as she gave him what he craved. While Elizabeth loved the games they played, there was nothing like coming home and being welcomed by your love.
Moving in his lap was the most beautiful woman in the world. Blackhawk was mesmerized by the sway of her breasts, the way she chewed on her lower lip, and her love for him.
“Ethan!” she gasped, as he pulled her down roughly, driving himself deep into her body. He was offering more pleasure than her body could handle.
He could hear her words, and offered more back. “So good, Lyzee. Give me all you have, baby.”
She brought her lips to his, as she worked him in and out of her body. It was that light meeting of mouths that moved him closer to the edge. As
lips met and tongues tangled, they found each other once more.
“I want you, Ethan,” she said, pulling away.
“There’s only you,” he promised, leaning his head back as he watched her.
“I’m close,” she whispered.
He was too. “Take me with you, Elizabeth. Fall with me.”
It was all it took. She came down on him one last time, and together they ruptured apart. Falling into the abyss, she clung to the first man she ever truly loved.
As sound returned, Elizabeth could feel her body moving. Ethan was pulling them down into the decimated bed. There were scraps of cloths, fluids, and general mayhem all around them.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered.
She grinned. “Yes, Director Blackhawk, but first, was it good for you?”
He laughed. “Yeah, it was Miss Kitty at her finest. You wore me out.”
Elizabeth cuddled. “Sweet dreams, Ethan. I love you.”
He murmured something, right before falling asleep.
In that moment, he’d found peace.
* * *
Time flew by like it always did.
Night became day.
Dark became light.
Before Ethan knew it, he was pulling away from the deep hold of sleep. When he rolled over, he found the bed vacant beside him. Sitting up, Ethan glanced around the room. Gone was the mess, and so was his wife.
Grabbing his phone, he searched his waiting messages. That was where he found it.
Director Blackhawk,
The night is over. I hope you got your money’s worth last night. I cleaned up and hopped the redeye out of town. Have a safe rest of the week at Quantico. You were the best Fed I ever had.
Miss Kitty.
He grinned. As long as he lived, he’d never forget the precious gift she’d given him. While he wished she was there when he woke up, he still had his memory of last night.
“I won’t ever forget it,” he murmured, climbing out of bed. As he headed to the bathroom to get a shower, he stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw waiting for him. On the mirror, she’d drawn a big red heart with lipstick. In it, the words said it all.
Elizabeth & Ethan Forever
Then, he turned his cheek to inspect his reflection. On it was the imprint of bright red lips. It looked like not only was he blessed to have one woman in his life, but now two.
Yeah, he was a lucky, lucky man.
Chapter Ten:
The Dead Tell
No Tales
~~Cyra & Chris ~~
It wasn’t easy working with the dead.
The hours were long, the work was tedious, and sometimes it could be incredibly lonely. Whenever he was forced to work the night shift at FBI West, Doctor Chris Leonard was miserable.
Yet, that wasn’t always the case.
At one time, before he was married, he never minded the long silent nights filled with bodies, autopsies, and paperwork. Generally, the late shift in the FBI morgue was a quiet time to catch up, getting all his work done. It was rare to have a backlog of bodies to cut into.
Then, he fell in love and found his wife.
Now, being locked away in the morgue at night was sheer hell.
It was hard to not be miserable when at home, his wife was asleep in their very comfortable bed. All Christopher really wanted was to be right there with her
Instead, he was trapped at work.
Moving around the morgue, Chris checked all the inventory, preparing for the next victim who would eventually cross his table. It was all a matter of keeping things organized and in their place. Granted, the Feds had another ME, but Chris was the boss in the bowels of the FBI building.
This was his responsibility.
At one time, his career had been paramount. Nothing mattered more than making sure the dead had their dignity. Now, his personal life was more important. Don’t get him wrong, he loved his job, and the people he called family, but Cyra mattered more.
One of the hardest parts of being on the night shift was, the inability to even text his wife. If he sent one now, he’d scare the hell out of her. Since retiring as a special agent, his wife was busy with her new job- growing their first child together.
The last thing he wanted to do was wake his pregnant wife just to say ‘hi’. While he might be new at the husband thing, something about that screamed ‘danger’. So, he was relegated to hanging out alone in the silence of the morgue.
Going from drawer to drawer, Chris pulled each one open to make sure they were empty. All their victims had been sent out for transport at the beginning of his shift. It had been a slow week, and the staff was taking this as their downtime before chaos exploded. There was no doubt that this lull meant one thing.
There would be hell to pay at some point.
Chris only prayed that the next out of town case would be left for his backup ME. Doctor Legend could handle it, and then he could cuddle up with his goddess.
Damn!
There she was again plaguing his thoughts. It wasn’t like he could help it. The geeky doctor didn't always get the sexy blonde.
Well, not in his reality anyway.
What sane woman would pick a man who dug into corpses day after day?
Not one who wasn’t insane herself, that was for damn sure.
That made him laugh.
His tough wife was far from crazy. She simply loved him for who he was, and he was lucky. Fortunately for him, the minute they met, Cyra was wise enough to chase him down.
He was grateful for her stubbornness.
After finishing all his paperwork, he stuck his head into the tech lab. There were a few staff members still working. Well, more like screwing around.
“Hey!”
They all looked over guiltily. They knew Doctor Leonard ran a strict lab.
“Why don’t you all head on out. I’ll cover for you. Just keep your cells on in case we get a call from an agent and need to head out. If we do, I’ll get us ready to roll,” he offered. “If you sleep through a call, your head and my ass are on Elizabeth’s chopping block.”
None of them wanted to go there.
“Really, Doc?” one asked, hopefully.
“Yeah, get out of here.” Why should they all be trapped in the morgue? Misery liked company, but he wasn’t a sadist. It wasn’t like they were working anyway.
All three techs on duty jumped up, unwilling to give him a chance to change his mind. “You're the best!” one yelled, as they raced from the room.
He laughed as they scurried away.
Now, he could grab the paper and have a seat at his desk. At least he could entertain his mind with something other than his naked, warm…
Damn it!
His body was already waking up, wanting desperately to find himself buried inside his luscious Cyra. Forcing his mind to focus on something or anything else at that point, he headed into the doctor’s lounge.
Hopefully, the night would go by fast, and he would get home to wake his wife.
A few times…
* * *
Cyra used her old badge to sneak into FBI West.
There was no doubt that it was dangerous, illegal, and bordered on insanity, but she was compelled to do it.
Since the night guard knew her, he easily bought her story that she was bringing her husband dinner. It was good to have friends in high places, and the Blackhawks putting her on the access list made that possible.
Now, she could find her husband. Once he was in sight, she could give him something to get him through the night.
Yeah, and it wasn’t a bag of snacks, either.
Her husband was a sweet man. Christopher was smart, funny, and a gentle soul, but Cyra knew something that few did.
He liked the idea of sex in the workplace.
Many men did, but when you worked with the dead, some might find that creepy. How could you copulate with a corpse in the cooler?
It didn't upset him, and if that got him all hot and bothered,
who was she to judge?
Right now, he was likely sitting in his office, working on some crossword puzzle. It made her giggle that he likely believed that she was at home asleep in bed.
Cyra wanted to celebrate their three month anniversary in a big way, and this was going to be it. What her husband didn't know was that she picked up a little costume to wear on her trip into FBI West. It was hidden beneath a very plain looking trench coat.
Granted, she must look silly in really high red heels as she tried to sneak into his place of employment, but she couldn’t help it.
Cyra loved him so much, that all she wanted was to make him incredibly happy. Christopher Leonard gave her an incredible life, an awesome haunted mausoleum, and all the comforts that wealth could buy.
Now, she wanted to rock his world.
The idea of getting her husband all hot and bothered at work turned her on too.
This was going to be an experiment. Never in her life had she done anything like this, and Cyra suspected the same was true for Christopher. He was a simple man. All it really took to get him in the mood for some sweaty romp was to get naked. Instead, tonight, she planned on going all out. If you’re going to be pregnant and seduce your husband, why not use a storage facility for the dead?
Yeah, she was absolutely insane.
The funniest part of all this was that this little interlude wouldn’t be the first time there would be sex in a morgue. On their last case together, she crossed that line, and now it didn't faze her at all.
It wasn’t like they copulated on top of a dead victim. Her honorable husband would never let that happen. The dead needed dignity in life. Sex there would have to be respectful.
It made her snicker.
Peeking into the tech lab, through the glass windows, she noticed no one was there. That would make this so much easier.
Her poor husband was about to be the prey in her little plans. There was a wave of worry as Cyra hoped her attempt wouldn’t be rejected.
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