CHAPTER NINE (I HATE SURPRISES....) SEXUAL SITUATIONS ..ADULTS ONLY.
Jim Brass was awakened from a very sound sleep by a most pleasant sensation.
He grunted his awareness, his hands curling into the rumbled covers of the bed. He needed a stay hold of reality along about now.
Haley Meadows was awake and ...active.
The hot hollow of her mouth slipped over the bulb of his penis, suckling gently.
The contact generated a shot of adrenalin throughout the man's body. Jim gasped his appreciation, his fingers tightening about the knotted covers.
He could not ever remember being awakened so..agreeably. He had initiated the act several times, but..never had he been the recipient.
He lay, tensed, his body coiled, his dick already aching with anticipation.
Haley took him deeper into the incredulous depths of her mouth, her hand gently pumping the base of his shaft in a rather erotic manner. The side of her hand rubbed the coarseness of his pubic hair inadvertently with each up and down motion. Jim squirmed his involvement, liking the feel very much.
Brass involuntarily lifted into her administrations, a low, rumbling groan escaping his throat.
God, it felt good..what she was doing!
And while the attempt was hesitant, clearly the woman was feeling her way..the experience new to her. She seemed totally committed to her task.
Jim truly did not mind the less than professional technique displayed.
Not in the least!
He lifted his hand, his fingers intertwining with the wayward curls of her hair to hold her to the excruciatingly pleasurable pastime.
She shook loose, other things on her mind.
The woman straddled Jim's waist, the warm fingers securing his penis, guiding his hardness to her center of being.
Brass glanced down, past the amazing sight of two unfettered beautiful breasts with their erect nipples straining for attention, over the small bulge of her stomach to her busy work.
Haley rubbed the smooth head of his granite dick about the slick surface of her opening, savoring the 'feel' were her expression anything by which to judge.
Brass grasped her waist line, easing her down upon his rigidness, lifting slightly to aid the process.
It felt so good, he fell back into the pillow, breathless with astonishment for a beat. His nerve ending alive and vital suddenly. "H-Honey!" He closed his eyes, whispering her name.
Haley moaned weakly, beginning the movements of love-making, her sweet ass swallowing him repeatedly with slow, torturous execution.
Brass' hands gripped her cool cheeks, squeezing the plumpness lovingly, shoving her into his waiting rod roughly. He didn't want ..slow. Not now. Not any longer.
He guided her to the tempo he preferred, and so, felt the familiar jolt of awakening he knew would lead to a phenomenal crescendo. He was more than ready...
He was hurting..deliciously so and the man knew how to end his distress. He followed his body's dictates.
Haley didn't seem to mind in the least that he had taken the lead.
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Several hours later, found Brass at his desk, researching the back ground of a known felon who had bolted from his home when arresting officers attempted to serve an outstanding warrant.
The suspect had shot at the officers, no one was hurt..but the apprehension of the asshole took priority. It wasn't wise to overlook such things.
He had been spotted out by the airport but again, had eluded capture. The son-of-a-bitch was either desperate or good. Jim was banking on 'good.'.'desperate' always spelled trouble for his men.
He was having trouble himself today..concentrating. His mind kept going back to the events of his morning. He smiled, shaking the feeling determinedly, returning to the written report he was reading on the page displayed on his computer screen.
A light tap on his door broke his train of thought yet again.
"You seen Meadows today?"
Vincent Duvalier clearly had not wanted to have to ask the question, his scowl one of determined misery.
Brass wasn't sure if he wanted to answer the question. "You know..you could just 'man-up' and tell her you're sorry for being a dick head."
"I'm not sorry. She should have been more professional."
"Ok." Jim went back to his paper work.
"So.." The man was going to try again. "I take it..she took the 'vacation' thing as gospel?"
"How was she supposed to take it?"
"Yeah...well." The man grumbled his dissension. "That's another strike against her. We need every man available on this sick-o bastard, and she should know that."
"Oh, I see. It's her fault if she takes your word at face value, huh!" Brass was getting a little pissed off. "You told her she was off the case. That's pretty clear, even to me. Unless you were speaking Klingon at the time."
Vincent had the grace to be 'bothered' somewhat. "She knows I was pissed..just as she knows, I didn't mean it."
"Evidently, she doesn't."
Duvalier was quiet for a beat. "It's not like her not to come in, that's all." He shrugged. "I'd appreciate it if you would call her. See if she's ok?"
Brass understood about 'pride' but he also understood about discretion. "We didn't exchange numbers."
"Odd..you've exchanged everything else, I should imagine. You didn't get that too?"
Brass was up and around the desk in nothing flat. "Let me explain the way of things to you.."
"Sorry." The man held up his hands. "I'm sorry. That was ...shitty of me." He seemed sincerely morose. "I didn't mean that. It came out.." He halted, sighing heavily. "You seem to make the kid happy. I'm good with that. I am." He lifted weary eyes. "I'm used to being the one to.." He let it go. "...Sorry, man."
Brass settled, staring at Duvalier steadily.
"It's not like her though." He handed over his phone. "She would have at least checked in..if only to tell me to fuck off."
Brass looked at the cell phone, his anger not yet abated, truth known.
"It's set..just push the green button. I'm sorry, ok? I'm worried about her, that's all."
Haley had been sleeping when Jim had left the hotel room. He didn't really want to disturb her but something in Duvalier's demeanor made him rethink the matter. He took the phone and made the call.
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Haley stirred groggily. It was hard to open her eyes. Her head pounded with a dull ache as if someone had taken a pile driver to it.
She lifted her hand, tentatively touching the sore spot on the back of her skull. It hurt to touch the skin and it felt wet and tender.
She took the time to acclimate herself to her surroundings. Through the fog of haze over her eyes, she slowly scanned the room.
Heavy drapes lined one entire wall to her left. Brocade, a light green and gold with tassels hanging from each side of pulled back valances.
Candles lit the room.
Candles? She...sat up, only just realizing she had been slumped over on the richly carpeted hardwood floor. The patterned rug was thick and expensive, covering most of the floor.
This was not her hotel room.
"Well..duh." She stretched her body this way and that, having mumbled the remark. She had aches in places she didn't know she had.
She tried to piece together how she had arrived at this moment in time. Everything was a little hazy but...
She had just finished her shower..had dressed in jeans and the cream top with the pin striping. Someone had tapped at the door of the room. She had thought it was Jim Brass, having changed his mind about going into work.
It had not been Jim Brass.
Some geeky looking guy asking about the air conditioner. She had turned her back to..to..what? That part was unclear.
The fucker must have used a taser on her. She remembered a jolting stab of pain, her nerve endings searing, and then..a white, blinding light.
And then...waking up..here.
Haley didn't trust her legs to support her weight just yet. So, she sat, taking in the dimly lit area.
The massive canopy bed was the focal point of the cavernous room. Heavy brocade draped fluidly down the ornately carved wood posts.
The down, cream- colored coverlet with accent pillows of dusty rose scattered about the huge surface, gave a luxurious feel to the structure.
A scent of vanilla and lavender hung delicately in the air.
A high backed lady's chair was placed to her right, next to it was a small serving table which held a delicate tea cup and saucer.
"Oh, how nice." She lifted surprised brows. "Must be tea time somewhere."
Her eyes swept the table, measuring it's weight.
She lifted her arm, the one with the manacle and chain attached to it. It jangled ominously, reminding the woman..this was not some genteel, Victorian setting.
Haley sat quietly..waiting. While she did so..she formulated a plan of sorts. She would have to trust in her training and her abilities to survive. She was a survivor. In this instance..she would have to be.