There was no point reasoning with someone who was out of their mind with rage. He couldn't scare Lane with his skills at reading micro expressions. He wouldn't be able to psychoanalyze him. Cal was lucky he wasn't already dead. He didn't know what was going to happen. All he knew for sure was this guy meant business and he wouldn't hesitate to shoot him or Torres on the spot. He was probably going to do that eventually anyway. They had already had enough warnings.
Cal backed up and got down on his knees like Torres had earlier. He slid his hands under her knees and up her outer thighs, holding her hips. She pulled her knees apart, looking like she just wanted to get it over with. Cal was the one who couldn't look at her then. He slowly stuck out his tongue and pushed through her folds, licking her clit. She surprised him when she bucked her hips. He looked up at her. She was flushed with embarrassment and bit her lip. She hunched her shoulders and leaned back further as if she could retreat from their predicament.
"What the fuck was that?" Lane's smile widened. "Well excuse the hell out of me for interrupting. Go on Lightman. I want to see her wiggle some more."
Torres closed her eyes and looked as though she was going to cry. "It's ok love," Cal whispered up to her. She squeezed her eyes shut, slightly shook her head, and sniffled.
Cal was miserable. He hated himself. If he didn't figure out what to do soon, he was going to be forced to rape Torres at gunpoint. He was sure of it. Of all the shit he had gotten into in his life, this was the worst. He had been taken hostage before, had guns shoved in his face, and nearly gotten himself killed countless times. But, nothing was as bad as this. He never had to hurt an innocent person before. Not someone he knew and cared about. Still, he couldn't help being turned on. That's what hurt him the most.
Torres shook under Cal's hands. Whether out of fear or pleasure, he didn't know. He hoped pleasure. She felt so smooth, so soft and, God help him, she tasted so good. Cal ran his tongue up and down her slit. He sucked on her clit, flicked it with his tongue, and lapped at the juices that were flowing from her. She was aroused. He reminded himself it was only natural that she would be. Just like him, she had no choice how her body reacted. She was probably ashamed of herself too. Scared and embarrassed that her boss' mouth was on her most private of places. Wondering how she would ever look at him again.
Cal wanted to distract her from those thoughts. If he was going to have to force himself on her, he would make it as easy for her as possible. He wanted to make her feel good. Cal brought his hand to her pussy and slid a finger inside. Pressing against her walls, he made her squirm. He brought a second finger into her and pumped in and out with his hand while sucking her clit. Her breathing hitched and sped up.
"Cum bitch! Cum with his mouth on your pussy you filthy whore!"
Torres might have reached an orgasm if Lane hadn't opened his mouth. She couldn't contain her emotions and finally started to cry. Cal stood up and tried to hug her, but she pushed him away.
"No. I'm fine." She sighed. "I'm fine." It was the first time she spoke and it was a lie. She still wouldn't look Cal in the eye.
"Aww. Trying to make it all better for your little slut Lightman? Looks like she doesn't want you to touch her. Do you love her? Am I forcing you to hurt the woman you love? Nah. I'm not forcing you to do anything you didn't already want to do. It's not love either is it? You care about her sure, but there's no romantic feelings here are there? Hmm…protégé. I guess that'd be more of a father daughter relationship. That's sick Lightman. I knew I was messed up, but you are one sick mother fucker, getting it up for a chick you see as a daughter."
"You've gotten what you want," said Torres. "We're done here."
"Oh no bitch. We are far from done." Lane wasn't smiling anymore.
"Fuck her Lightman. Now."