the department and it had been two years since there had been any real movement in his career.
Was he up for it? He knew it would mean less time off, less time with Melissa. Less time at the bars, too, he thought with a curious mixture of emotions. It would also mean that the media would be in his face until it was over. Unless he was going undercover, something he had not done in years.
He thought about Karen Schallert and what a shame it was. She was so pretty. So
fresh
. He thought about her body, the contrast of the black-lace camisole against her fair skin, the curve of her hips as she lay, naked and violated, on the carpeting. He closed his eyes and saw Karen Schallert’s beguiling face before him. But it wasn’t the face so mechanically rendered on her driver’s license or even the twisted death mask in the police photographs that would haunt his desk by morning. Paris instead imagined a more impassioned Karen Schallert: expressive and very alive, moving, smiling, laughing and—
Sweating.
Beneath him.
You wanted to fuck her too
.
7
‘PHARAOH KNOWS.’
The blond woman rolled over, on to her stomach, and bit her lower lip. Like a child. ‘Pharaoh
doesn’t
know,’ she said, pouting.
I ran the feather along her spine, over her hips, around to the side, up along her torso. Her skin was porcelain white, smooth and supple. She had a few imperfections, a blemish or two on her back, but overall her skin was soft and fragrant. One of the current-rage perfumes. When I met her at the bar the scent had been a little weaker. She had put on more for me, and I appreciated it.
I reached her breasts, which were ample and pressed tightly against the sheet, and drew the feather up and over on to her back. The blonde shivered. ‘Pharaoh will show you.’ I climbed on top of her and reached toward the headboard, turning up the volume on the stereo. It was a Bill Evans recording.
For Lovers
.
I grabbed a condom.
‘Pharaoh has something he knows you’re going to like.’ I reached down between her legs and touched her. She was very wet, very warm. ‘Pharaoh wants to please you.’ When I inserted my fingers she let out a little gasp, as if she had not been touched in quite some time. She tried to turn over and face me, but I gently resisted her.
‘You have something for me?’ she said.
I raised my fingers to my lips and tasted her. ‘
Oh
, yes.’ I slipped the condom on and flattened myself against her back for a moment. We locked fingers and I drew her hands toward the headboard. I nibbled on her ear.
‘Fuck me,’ she whispered.
‘No.’
‘
Fuck
me.’
‘No.’
She writhed beneath me. ‘Please. Fuck me
now
.’
‘I said, no.’ I ran a fingernail down the center of her back, raising a thin welt. The blonde shuddered with delight. She liked a little pain, it seemed. But how much? When would she bid me to stop?
‘Let me turn over,’ she said. ‘I want to watch you fuck me.’
‘In time.’ I pulled the handcuffs from beneath the left pillow as I gently spread her thighs.
In my periphery I saw the door to the closet open slightly.
I brought the handcuffs around to the right and began to run them up and down the slicked planes of her back, her shoulder blades, the tops of her arms, all the while toying with her, probing her, drawing her deeper into the game.
I gave her an inch, then took it back. She emitted a sigh.
The closet door opened a little more.
‘And what do you want, little kitty?’
‘You,’ she said softly.
‘You want me?’ I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck, tugging lightly at a wisp of baby-fine hair.
‘Mmmmm …’
‘Why do you want me?’
‘Because you’re so big.’
I teased her as she said the word, moving my whole body forward.
‘I knew when we were dancing,’ she said. ‘I could feel you. I
knew
.’
‘And you want all of me?’ I let slide another inch or so.
‘Yes.’
‘You can’t handle all of me.’
‘Try me.’
Another inch, then
Was he up for it? He knew it would mean less time off, less time with Melissa. Less time at the bars, too, he thought with a curious mixture of emotions. It would also mean that the media would be in his face until it was over. Unless he was going undercover, something he had not done in years.
He thought about Karen Schallert and what a shame it was. She was so pretty. So
fresh
. He thought about her body, the contrast of the black-lace camisole against her fair skin, the curve of her hips as she lay, naked and violated, on the carpeting. He closed his eyes and saw Karen Schallert’s beguiling face before him. But it wasn’t the face so mechanically rendered on her driver’s license or even the twisted death mask in the police photographs that would haunt his desk by morning. Paris instead imagined a more impassioned Karen Schallert: expressive and very alive, moving, smiling, laughing and—
Sweating.
Beneath him.
You wanted to fuck her too
.
7
‘PHARAOH KNOWS.’
The blond woman rolled over, on to her stomach, and bit her lower lip. Like a child. ‘Pharaoh
doesn’t
know,’ she said, pouting.
I ran the feather along her spine, over her hips, around to the side, up along her torso. Her skin was porcelain white, smooth and supple. She had a few imperfections, a blemish or two on her back, but overall her skin was soft and fragrant. One of the current-rage perfumes. When I met her at the bar the scent had been a little weaker. She had put on more for me, and I appreciated it.
I reached her breasts, which were ample and pressed tightly against the sheet, and drew the feather up and over on to her back. The blonde shivered. ‘Pharaoh will show you.’ I climbed on top of her and reached toward the headboard, turning up the volume on the stereo. It was a Bill Evans recording.
For Lovers
.
I grabbed a condom.
‘Pharaoh has something he knows you’re going to like.’ I reached down between her legs and touched her. She was very wet, very warm. ‘Pharaoh wants to please you.’ When I inserted my fingers she let out a little gasp, as if she had not been touched in quite some time. She tried to turn over and face me, but I gently resisted her.
‘You have something for me?’ she said.
I raised my fingers to my lips and tasted her. ‘
Oh
, yes.’ I slipped the condom on and flattened myself against her back for a moment. We locked fingers and I drew her hands toward the headboard. I nibbled on her ear.
‘Fuck me,’ she whispered.
‘No.’
‘
Fuck
me.’
‘No.’
She writhed beneath me. ‘Please. Fuck me
now
.’
‘I said, no.’ I ran a fingernail down the center of her back, raising a thin welt. The blonde shuddered with delight. She liked a little pain, it seemed. But how much? When would she bid me to stop?
‘Let me turn over,’ she said. ‘I want to watch you fuck me.’
‘In time.’ I pulled the handcuffs from beneath the left pillow as I gently spread her thighs.
In my periphery I saw the door to the closet open slightly.
I brought the handcuffs around to the right and began to run them up and down the slicked planes of her back, her shoulder blades, the tops of her arms, all the while toying with her, probing her, drawing her deeper into the game.
I gave her an inch, then took it back. She emitted a sigh.
The closet door opened a little more.
‘And what do you want, little kitty?’
‘You,’ she said softly.
‘You want me?’ I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck, tugging lightly at a wisp of baby-fine hair.
‘Mmmmm …’
‘Why do you want me?’
‘Because you’re so big.’
I teased her as she said the word, moving my whole body forward.
‘I knew when we were dancing,’ she said. ‘I could feel you. I
knew
.’
‘And you want all of me?’ I let slide another inch or so.
‘Yes.’
‘You can’t handle all of me.’
‘Try me.’
Another inch, then
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