Okay, this is my longest chapter yet! Boo-frickin-yeah! Haha, I hope you guys like it. Once again, I own no things of Saw, as sad as it is! I'd like to thank aw6 for encouragement and awesome reviews! :) Hope you guys are ready for more kinky kinky with the sexy detective Hoffman!
I woke up in a soft bed. As I rolled over, I felt a body next to me. I jolted in surprise and fear. I covered my mouth to stop a gasp as I saw Mark. He was asleep, holding me. I blushed and looked over him. I went to touch him but withdrew my hand in pain. My burnt skin stretched beneath a white gauzy material.
"So it wasn't a dream," I whispered in fascination.
He twitched and I smiled. I leaned down and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you so much," I murmured.
"For what?" he asked groggily.
I yelped, surprised at him reply, and he grinned.
"I woke up as soon as you moved," he said, sitting up.
He reached over and pulled a cord that turned a lamp on. I smiled as I took in his profile. How the hell I managed to become a part of this mans life was beyond me, but I knew it was a miracle.
"What?" he asked, noticing me evaluating him.
"Nothing, it's just, I'm happy," I said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, I've conquered a fear, I've gotten rid of those so painful to me, and I'm in the bed of a gorgeous man," I said with a laugh.
I held in my expression of love. I knew it'd be too soon. Especially seeing as I had no clue where I stood with him. I mean, he cared about me obviously, and he wanted me physically, but I had no clue the depth after that.
"You think a lot," he said.
My eyes widened as I laughed.
"I guess I do," I said.
He ruffled my hair and leaned over. I turned cherry red as he kissed me. I melded against him. Raindrops began pattering against the window, and thunder rumbled somewhere off in the distance. I wrapped my arms around him and he pulled me closer. Our lips disconnected as he stared in my eyes.
"I'm glad you made it through," he said.
"Me too," I said.
He pushed me down and adrenaline flowed through me. I rubbed his broad chest and made my way down his body. He instinctively flexed as I reached the elastic lining of his underwear.
"It's a little hot in here," I said, removing myself from beneath him.
I opened the left window and he came behind me, kissing my neck and running his hands under my shirt, grabbing my braless breasts. I gasped and arched my back, accidentally rubbing his erection. He grunted and slipped one hand into my panties. His finger rubbed my clit, driving me crazy, and I bit my lip. As he pressed harder on my clit, I moved back into his erection and moved against it. He crushed my body to his, and somehow I managed to flip myself around and push him against the window. I kneeled down fast and freed his cock from the boxer-briefs. He smirked as it flung free. I took a hold of it and licked the tip carefully. He leaned his head back and ran his hand into my hair. I took the large member in my mouth and started sucking. Back and forth I bobbed my head, twirling my tongue and pumping my fist fast. He began panting and yanked his dick away, leaving a loud 'popping' noise in the air. I licked my lips and stared up at him provocatively. He growled and threw me into a bending position over the windowsill. I gasped in fear as my upper body hung out the window.
"P- Please be careful," I murmured.
He ran his hands down my back and cupped my ass.
"I'll be gentle," he said.
I silently wondered what he meant, then I felt him push inside my wetness while a finger played with my anus.
"Mark!" I gasped.
He chuckled and I groaned as he started pumping in and out. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, shoving his finger in me. I yelped and moaned loudly. He leaned over me, causing me to panic slightly.
"Calm down, I've got you baby," he said.
I blushed at the moan I released when he touched a place in my rear.
"Hmm so you like that huh?" he whispered.
I nodded and gripped the windowsill harder as pleasure pounded through me.
"Mark, dammit, stop being gentle!" I snarled.
I swiveled around and he picked me on his waist, resting my on the windowsill, the close window instead of the open one. He grinned at me and I smirked.
"Fuck me like you want to Mark," I whispered.
"Beg for it," he said, pushing in ever so slowly.
I narrowed my eyes.
"I don't beg" I said.
"Sure you do," he said, "You will if you want me to screw you. Tell me what you want."
I frowned but his going slow was torturing me.
"Mark, fuck me please? I need it," I moaned into his ear.
He smirked and grabbed my hips. He lifted me and instructed me to wrap my arms around him. I did so and instantly he began fucking me hard. I gasped and braced myself.
"Oh my god!" I breathed.
He grinned and rubbed his shaft along my g-spot over and over.
"Mmm, nnnn, please, make me cum," I moaned.
"You want to already?" he asked.
I gave him puppy dog eyes and he chuckled, slowing his motions down. I kissed him sweetly and he reached down, teasing my clit with light touches.
"Marrrrrkkk!" I groaned.
He leaned over and licked up my neck to my ear.
"Don't worry baby, you'll get what you want," he whispered.
With a few more measured thrusts, he threw me down on the bed and spread my legs. I waited eagerly for him and suddenly he dropped, and I felt him licking at my clit. I moaned and grabbed his head. He slipped a finger in me and found my g-spot, rubbing right against it. I writhed and moaned and screamed, and within a matter of minutes, I climaxed to my fullest. He pulled away and quickly shoved his big cock in me. He started panting as my contracting walls pushed on his member. I wrapped my arms around him and pushed him over, riding him hard.
"I want you to cum now baby," I whispered, licking up his chest.
He shivered and held my hips down, gyrating me at such a slow speed, I know it had to be agonizing. He grunted and I felt his dick twitch.
"That's it baby, mmm," I moaned.
His hands suddenly tightened and I leaned down, biting his neck hard. He moaned loudly and I felt his hot liquids spurt in me, shocking me to a small orgasm. I rocked on top of his body for a little bit then literally fell onto my side on the bed.
"Oh god hon," I murmured.
He chuckled and rolled to face me.
"I was about to say that," he said.
I giggled and he cupped my face, placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.
"Should I head home now?" I asked, looking at the time, "I don't want to distract you from doing all you need b-"
"You're not going anywhere," he said with a smile.
I blushed at the intensity of his gaze.
"Ooh, is that an order Detective Lieutenant Hoffman?" I asked.
He held me down while lowering himself over me, and placed his lips right above mine.
"Yes, it is, Detective Tonya Lieland," he said.
My eyes fluttered as I smiled, just a little to big.
"What's with the look?" he asked.
"Nothing, just funny hearing you say my full name," I said.
"Why?" he asked.
"I never liked my last name, so when people say it, it just weird's me out a bit," I explain.
Now Tonya Hoffman, I like the sound of that, I thought with a laugh.
"Maybe we should get you a new last name," he said.
"Maybe," I replied, rolling from under him, and walking to the kitchen.
*Time Warp! Woop woop*
I sat in the shower while he began getting dressed. I was still on leave from work because of my trials, but I was expected in two more days to return. I laid my head against the wall and stared at the burn on my hand, a permanent reminder. Last night I often thought, wondered if it really was him that assisted Jigsaw. If it was true, what the hell was I gonna do? It's not like I would give up on him. I loved him too much. I would never tell anyone about him.
"Hell, I'm so wrapped up, if he wanted me to join Jigsaw, I couldn't refuse," I murmured to myself.
"Really now?" a voice asked.
I jumped, squealed, and turned, punching the person in the mouth. He groaned and held his jaw.
"You've got a hard punch," he said, wiping blood off his lip.
"Oh god! I'm sorry Mark!" I gasped.
I walked forward and hugged him gently. He rubbed my back and placed his head in the crook of my neck.
"Would you join us?" he asked softly.
I pulled away and gaped at him.
"Mark, I-"
He smiled and kissed my nose.
"No matter now, we'll talk about it when I get home," he said, "Make yourself at home while you're here, do what ever you want."
I smiled slightly.
"I'm supposed to stay here?" I asked.
"There's lean cuisines and hot pockets in the freezer, and other food stuffs in the fridge. I want you here when I get home, I want you to take it easy," he said.
I blushed and nodded. He leaned to my ear and kissed the crest of it.
"Take care beautiful," he murmured.
"You too babe," I said.
He smiled and walked out. I leaned against the wall and let out a scream to myself. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Just thinking about him made my heart pound. I walked back under the water and let it stream over me. I heard my phone go off in the other room.
"Fuck!" I groaned to myself.
I shut off the shower and pulled a towel around me, running to the phone. I opened it and put it to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked.
I looked around for my clothes as I waited for a response.
"Hello?" I asked impatiently.
"Are you at Mark Hoffman's house?" a man asked.
"Who the hell is this?" I asked.
I finally found my panties and slid them on, then one of Mark's large T-shirts. I smiled at the way it covered me.
"Agent Strahm," he replied.
"Why are you calling my cell phone and what right do you have asking me of my location?" I asked.
I made my way down the hall, almost tripping on a shoe and catching myself on the wall. The next thing I knew the door was being knocked on. I ran over and looked out the peephole. There was no one. I raised an eyebrow and then realized the phone was silent. I looked at the screen and saw it was at the home screen.
"What the hell? What a rude asshole," I murmured.
I walked to the couch, about to sit down, then another knock was heard at the door. I rushed over and again saw no one. I yanked it open, ready to hit someone, but gasped as I saw a little girl.
"Hello, I was wondering if you'd want to buy some cookies?" she asked.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing alone? Shouldn't your mommy or daddy be with you?" I asked, kneeling.
"They're…. busy," she said.
By the looks of her she could only be about 7 or 8. She was in a dirty brown dress and wore scuffed up black shoes. I smiled and pushed hair out of her eyes. My smile faltered as I saw a bruise under her bangs. She frowned and I licked my lips, wanting to ask but scared.
"They don't- They don't hit you do they?" I asked.
She shrugged and I stood.
"Would you like to come in while I grab my money, maybe have some milk?" I asked.
"Sure!" she said, eyes lighting up.
I ushered her in and shut the door, running to the room and pulling pants on, while finding only a $50 bill.
"How much?" I asked.
She looked up and smiled.
"$5 a box," she said.
"Good," I replied.
I kneeled down and took five boxes.
"That'll be-" she paused to count in her head, "$25."
"How long ago did you eat?" I asked with a smile.
She hesitated and I took her hand.
"You can tell me, I promise I won't say anything," I said.
"Three days ago," she said, "Mommy and daddy don't have enough money for food, they can only buy their medicine that comes in needles."
My temper flared and I swore under my breath. She looked slightly frightened.
"No, don't worry sweetie, it's not at you," I said, "Say, would you like to go out to eat?"
"I shouldn't take things from strangers," she said warily.
"Well all I have is $50 and I need $25 to give to you. I need to spend the other half and I thought maybe we could go to McDonalds or Burger King," I said.
Her eyes lit up.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yep, and we could go to the park maybe," I said.
She grinned and I could tell she was barely containing her happiness.
"I'd very much like that," she said.
I took her hand and we left the building.
*Time warp! Woop woop!*
"Her parents are crack heads and don't feed her, she went three days without eating, Mark!" I whispered.
He looked over at her playing on the swings and sighed.
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"I want her parents in jail! Or better, in a fucking Jigsaw trap," I grumbled the last part.
His head jerked towards me.
"Sorry, it helped me, I just they would see what they're doing to this beautiful girl, to the gift they were given," I said, tears stinging my eyes.
He moved closer and wrapped me in his arms.
"If her parents we're gone, where do you think she'd go? A foster home, which could be full of worse people," he said.
"I wish I could take her," I said quietly.
He faltered in rubbing my arm and I shook my head with a defeated laugh.
"I'd probably be a horrible mom anyway, I couldn't even keep my babies in my belly past a month."
He jerked my head up to his and glared in my eyes.
"That was because of a prick that is now dead. I am sure you would make a great mom," he said.
I shrugged and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I might, too bad I'll never know," I stated roughly, blocking tears as I got up to go over to Faith, the little girl who was such an angel.
He followed and I smiled at Faith.
"Faith, I would like you to meet my friend, his name is Mark, he's actually the one who owns the place we met," I said.
"Oh! So you're married?" she asked.
I laughed, my face turning red.
"No sweetheart, he was helping me out, he's my best friend," I said.
She smiled and walked over to him.
"Hi," she said shyly.
He smiled and dropped to a squat.
"Hey there Faith," he said.
My heart shook as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. They talked and then the next thing I knew, he was pushing her on the swing. I pretended to try to grab her feet as she went over me, and he pushed her. Eventually it was getting late and I knew tomorrow was a school day.
"We gotta get you home kiddo," I said.
She stopped giggling and put on a fake smile.
"Okay," she said.
My heart nearly broke in two.
"Hey, don't look so down kiddo, we can play tomorrow," Mark said.
Her eyes lit up and she hugged him.
"Oh thank you Mr. Mark!" she said.
He hugged her back and I grinned.
"Can I go once more on the jungle gym?" she asked.
I nodded and she ran.
"Don't cry," he said.
I blinked back the tears and he pulled me into a hug.
"I'm sure she'll be okay tonight," he said.
I nodded and held onto him tightly. I couldn't tell him what all was really going through my mind.
*Flash Back*
"So I'm surprised you've lasted this long," Sarah said, handing me a cup of coffe.
She looked over at Mark who was heading back to the office.
"We get along well," I said.
She clucked her tongue and I raised an eyebrow.
"What?" I asked.
"You've got it bad," she said.
"Oh come on! He's my superior," I said, slapping her shoulder.
"You've got to admit he's at least hot," she said.
I looked at his distant form and a smile caught my lips.
"See!" she laughed.
I blushed and shook my head.
"I'm engaged remember?" I asked, showing her the ring.
She frowned and I picked up on her mood change.
"There's something off about him," she said, "I almost feel like- like he's too familiar."
I giggled nervously and shrugged.
"Me too," I said.
"Anyway! We should see if we can't replace Kyle with Mark," she said.
I scoffed but she pulled me anyway. Once we were in the office, Mark looked up, trying to figure out why Sarah was here. I sat and my desk and started working.
"So Hoffman, been nice to my sister?" she asked.
"She's still here isn't she?" he asked.
She smirked.
"I've heard that you're married and have kids, is it true?" she asked.
"Do I have a ring on my finger or pictures on my desk?"
"Do you have to answer every question with a question?" she retorted.
"Does it bother you?" he asked.
She narrowed her eyes and he sighed.
"I've never been married, I probably never will be. Don't have kids and don't plan on having them any time soon either," he said.
My face fell but I went back to my work. So much for my dreams of being with him.
*End Flash Back*
"You okay," he asked, pulling away.
"Mm-hmm," I said.
He kissed my forehead and rubbed my shoulders.
"So why did you decide to never marry and have kids?" I asked.
He looked surprised.
"When did I say that?" he asked.
"When Sarah asked, three years ago," I replied.
He scratched his head and looked confused. Then a few seconds later, realization dawned on his face.
"Yeah," I said, smirking in the slightest.
"I thought she wanted me! What the hell else was I supposed to say?" he asked.
My mouth dropped open.
"What?" I asked.
"Your sister was a good person and all, but I didn't find her the least bit attractive," he said.
"She was perfect!" I cried with a laugh.
"In looks maybe, but she wasn't so perfect inside. Plus, my view of perfection is different," he said, nudging me.
I turned blood red and looked at Faith on the monkey bars.
"I think I get what you mean," I said, smiling and leaning on him, closing my eyes.
