Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana I'm waiting for you, babe. Oh yes, indeed she was, although Lila had no concept of who she was waiting for. Not that it mattered, because in time, she'd discover who, and come to know the man. Just as he'd come to know every inch of the woman's body, and relish the pain and humilation pasted across her features when he plunged his invading cock in to Lila's unwilling cunt, and raped her as brutally as he had the others. Mark Dubois glanced up the empty corridor visible through Tom Ross's office doorway left ajar so that if he was noticed, he could simply state that he'd been searching for the Detective, and attempted to ignore a raging hard on as his thumbs moved rapidly to transfer the images of the naked woman who'd just cum for her 'husband', to his own cell-phone. The dark hair, green eyes, swaying tits and voluptuous body on display excited the man, yet also caused his features to screw up in distaste and anger. Slut. She was like the other three, and just like Rebecca. That teasing whore, so aware of her own beauty, who'd loved nothing more than to play games, and taunt men with what they could never possess. It had been a decade since Mark had graduated College, but he'd still never forgotten, nor forgiven, Rebecca. Now he was the one in control. The timing had been impeccable. Aware that for an hour in the morning, the Detective and his colleagues would be occupied with their daily Squad Room briefing, the thirty-four year old forensic computer technician had walked straight through the front entrance of the Station as if he had every right to be there, which he did, and headed directly for the Detectives Office. His intent had been to locate any paper records and notations that Tom hadn't placed on his computer - some of the Detectives remained old school, and didn't fully trust technology - and install a listening device. He'd just completed those tasks, discovering nothing of concern, when a shrill buzzing noise had made him tense, and he'd lifted piercing grey eyes to the source. A cell-phone. Tom's. Hey Hun, I finished that psych profile you needed. That message elicited a smile he'd need to obtain a copy and see what she thought of him which only widened as he scrolled through the rest. I want to apologize about last night. Obviously, we are both stressed out over work, and it came out at a bad time. I just missed you, last night. It appeared the couple had argued, and Mark had wondered if his messages had been the cause as, perched on the edge of Tom's desk, with ears open for the sounds of company, and an eye locked on the doorway, he replied. She made it almost too easy. With the other women, Mark had been required to hack in to their home networks, and on one occasion, enter her apartment, to obtain the material he required to buy their silence, and to use for his own self-gratification, but here was Lila, with just a little prodding, providing it to him of her own volition. As he became entranced in the scene taking place on the screen before him, Mark emitted a growl of frustration at the realisation he could nothing here to fully ease the erection that throbbed more urgently with each revelation of her body as she fucked herself. For him. Mark's eyes had briefly fluttered, and his breath became slightly heavier as a hand slid down to grip his cock through the fabric of his trousers his arousal brought about as much by the imagining of how the Lila would react if she was aware of who was on the other end of the phone, as the sight itself. However, despite his excitement, Mark Dubois, maintained control of his faculties, and awareness of his surroundings, prepared to move at any moment, even through the voice-mail where she came, and when it was over, immediately snapped back to the present. A couple of minutes after transferring the images and messages to his I-Phone six, and deleting them from the Detective's cell, he entered the Starbuck's adjacent to Police Headquarters, and once more messaged Lila from the unidentified number. This time the message was accompanied by an image that of the Doctor, legs spread, head thrown back, mouth open in bliss, with fingers buried in her pussy and Dubois sipped his double-shot Latte, and bit into a blueberry muffin as he typed. As I stated, Lila, your husband is a very lucky man. Tell me, how does he like to fuck you, how do you like it? Hard and fast, or slow and gentle? Personally, I prefer to take my time, to build anticipation and ratchet up the tension. Make a woman want it so bad that she can't even think straight, before I eventually give her what she's aware is coming, but never when. Foreplay, I believe it's called. All women enjoy foreplay, don't they Ms Ross? Whether she'd discussed his previous texts with Tom, Mark was unaware, but even if so they could have come from anyone, however this latest message would leave no doubt that it was the same man as the one her husband was chasing, so he added a rider. Hopefully she'd comprehend the implicit threat. PS Have you ever considered modelling? I'm certain I'm not the only stranger who'd love to jack off to the sight of you masturbating, though your husband may not be of the same view. You've ignored me twice, Lila. Do not make it thrice. Mark took another bite of his muffin as the message sent icon popped up on his screen.