I glared down at him; so mad I could almost spit. “What kind of person do you think I am, you idiot? For that matter, what you just did, you ass, was illegal. I could have your fucking badge if I wanted it.”
His head came up and the look on his face said I’d gone too far with him. I moved back, trying to put as much room between us as I could but suddenly my three-bedroom apartment had never seemed so small. I continued moving backwards until I felt the wall press against me. Dead end, a voice in my head said.
Marcus made his way to his feet not fully erect, umm… upright but it seemed to pull on his groin too much. The look in his eye said it all. He was going to kill me and no one would ever find my body. I could hear the news report already. “And in other news, police officials are searching for woman missing since yesterday.”
I held my hands out in front my body, as if to physically hold him off. That was laughable. He was two times my weight and 4 times my height. I closed my eyes and sighed, dropping my hands to my side. “Kill me if your gonna do it, just make sure you don’t get blood on the new white carpet in the bedroom.”
With my eyes closed I couldn’t see him smile, but I did hear the amusement in his voice when he said, “Baby, I’m not going to kill you, but when I get done with you, you aren’t going to sit down for a week.”
My eyes flew up and up to his face. He was smiling, actually smiling, as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn’t just sent his balls into his brain. The sight of his grin almost made me forget what he had just done, almost being the key word. “I hate you,” I said my voice husky from unshed tears and something else I couldn’t name. “I am not a prostitute, I am not a whore, understand me, Detective? You can go find one of those on the nearest street corner if that is what you are looking for.”
I moved around him, putting my back to him, to wander into the kitchen. I leaned against the stove, turning on the kettle to make some coffee. I smirked, just like mama always said, hot coffee is best when you’re mad. I didn’t hear him come up behind me until his arms swam around my waist. I jerked away, not wanting his comforting touch yet he just tightened his grip and held me closer.
“I’m sorry, kitten, I was stupid. I should have known you were joking back there at the station. I took you seriously, and the only excuse I can give is that I needed you so bad, I would have done anything.” I shivered as his breath stirred the hair around my ear. His hands were wreaking havoc on my stomach, as he slid them across my midsection.
A tear leaked from my eye, sliding down my cheek silently. Before long, another made its way down the same path. I heard Marcus say, “Fuck” seconds before I was picked up, turned around and deposited on the counter beside the stove. I stared down at his shirt, memorizing the way his chest filled out his button down shirt.
“Baby, oh, little one, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to it. I never meant to hurt you.” I looked up at him, seeing the hurt in his eyes, yet I couldn’t hold his gaze. I dropped my eyes to the floor.
Softly I said, “I want you to go, please, Detective Jackson, right now. If you leave right, I will forget what happened and we both can go back to our lives.”
I hurt him growl under his breath. “I’m not going anywhere until I’m sure you’re alright.”
“I’m fine.”
“Really? Then why can’t you look me in the eye right now, huh? I don’t think I’m leaving anytime soon, little one,” he said, all the while staring at my down turned face.
“Please just leave,” I begged quietly.
“Baby, I never wanted you to get hurt. I didn’t come here with that in mind. If I had known you were joking, I wouldn’t have said anything. I sure wouldn’t have liquidated some of my stocks if I’d known,” he said, amusement in his voice.
I didn’t rise to the bait, and he knew it. With a low voice, he went on. “I think we were both having fun before I made an ass of myself and put my foot in my mouth. I know it sure felt like you were warming to my touch. Were you, kitten?”
I didn’t open my mouth, but this time he wasn’t going to let me get away with it. I saw his hand move to my face and I stiffened, unsure of the outcome. I heard him sigh and then felt his hand lift my chin until I was staring in his face. “I’m waiting for an answer, kitten, and as much as I like silent women, this is getting old. So answer me, right now.”
“Yes, damn it, I enjoyed your touch. Are you happy? I admit it, I’m a slut, and I can’t help it. But I don’t want you to touch me, ever again. And stop calling me kitten, I’ve already told you I don’t like it.”
Marcus smiled slightly. There was the kitten he wanted, the one he needed. “I don’t think so. I think your body needs my touch, little one. I think that its begging for me touch you. I think you need me to show you just how good you are, and how good it will feel to cum as I enter you.”
My body, against my will, began to respond to his words. My nipples hardened, and I could feel my pussy begin to get wet. Marcus continued seducing me with his words. “Little one, daddy never meant to make you cry. He hates to see you cry, but he needed you so much that he would have done anything to have you. The last few days you are all I’ve been thinking about. I dream of you at night, kitten, and then wake up hard, wanting you. I go to work and remember all those sexy things you said to me in that room and I want nothing more than to pull you back into that interrogation room and fuck you hard.
“I know without a doubt, once I get inside you, I’m going to cum so hard. It’s the only thing that I’m afraid of, other than you sending me away. I’m afraid that I’ll cum to fast and then you will think I’m not man enough to give you pleasure.”
I stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his words. He was afraid, him the muscle bound ox that had appeared to unafraid of anything. Yet here he was admitting to me that he was frightened I would find him unmanly. I barked a laugh.
Marcus looked at me in confusion, a small smile coming to his face. “What so funny, little one?”
“Somehow I don’t think you would ever be considered unmanly, Detective. We both know it. More likely it would be that I wasn’t able to get you erect.”
“What?” he said his face once again taking on that confused looked. Seemed to be one of his favorite faces, I thought weirdly.
“I know I’m no beauty queen. I happen to know my faults. So more than likely you would take one look at me naked and run the other way screaming. You wouldn’t be the first.”
“Do you have a wooden leg? Are you extremely hairy below the waist?”
I giggled slightly. “Uh, no and no. I just happen to know that I am not beautiful.”
“Kitten, I think you are incredibly beautiful not to mention sexier than hell. I plan on proving it to,” with that, he scooped me off the counter, turning the stove off as he past. I however was squealing, “Put me down you big ox. I’m gonna-“
“You’re gonna do what, little one? Call a cop?”
