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

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana The ease with which Mark Dubois had controlled his previous victims had led to the man becoming more and cocky with each act and request. In the exchanges with Lila, he'd gone further with his demands in a shorter space of time than he had with the others, however he was confident that shed not reveal their contact to her husband. Not yet, anyway. Lila Ross may be a criminal psychologist, but Mark's arrogance caused him believe that he was more than a match for her when it came to human psychology, and he'd concluded that a professional woman such as Dr Ross would be one with a large amount of self-pride. Combine that with a husband in Law Enforcement, where peer respect was so important a part of being able to perform your duties, and shed want neither her nakedness revealed for her own sake, or to have Tom become a laughing stock amongst his colleagues once the images had been plastered all over the internet for them to view and comment on. She'd submit to his demands. When his thoughts moved to Tom, the man smiled, then finished his coffee and departed Starbucks. Mark thought he could read Lilas husband as well, and had heard rumours around the station of the Detectives propensity for violence. Not only Tom's, but the majority of the officers. Police work was a macho profession, filled with aggressive men, and that, to Mark, meant that they'd most likely also possess a penchant for rough sex. Whether that was true in this case, he couldnt be for certain, and was aware he was taking a risk if he were to be wrong, but the odds were in his favour. The next stage of his plan would be put in place from his office, however not before he sent one last text to Lila as he hopped in his car. Oh, and Lila? Enjoy the surprise Tom has in store for you. I know I'll enjoy watching. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Detective had departed that morning without speaking to Lila. Hed been been conflicted, still angry at himself for his impatience and reactions of the previous night, but then placing blame on his wife for having made him so. The latter emotions had eventually taken over, and he'd showered, and dressed in the spare-room, before leaving in silence. The argument had been her fault, and if she wanted to talk, it was up to her to first apologise. Tom Ross had never been one to admit he was in the wrong, and even on the odd occasion he had said sorry, it hadnt been with real sincerity. He barked at Jarrod when he entered the station, and then locked himself away with a coffee until it was time to attend the staff meeting. His mood had improved when the phone had buzzed with the text from Lila, and the last remnants of anger had left, and it was with a sense of disappointment that he had to leave the conversation. That disappointment increased when he re-entered his office an hour later to discover no further texts - unaware that Mark Dubois had continued on the exchange in a manner that Tom may have not even contemplated - but then was distracted by the case, and the first piece of positive news. All messages between the killer and his victims had been wiped from their hard drives, or so it had been thought, however, the tech department had discovered one, buried deep that still remained, and along with it, an email address. Tom swiftly grabbed his jacket and tie and sped from the station, forgetting about his wife for the time being. On his return, he could see why shed possibly not continued the conversation it appeared shed been busy, and, after the initial surprise wore off, Tom grinned when he allowed the set of metal cuffs to fall back in to the box on his desk, and re-read the message on the card that had accompanied the special delivery. This wasn't the first occasion Lila had arranged for a present to be delivered - a watch on his promotion, tickets to the ball-game when his team came to town - but it was one was like no other. I'm sorry about last night, baby. I was a bad, bad girl. Recall that fantasy we once discussed? I want to live it out. Tonight. No talking, no questions. Take me, ravish me, and make me yours. Fuck me and use me as youve always desired. Punish me, Tom. I deserve it. Love Lila. PS I trust you, baby, but for your own peace of mind, Orange is the safe-word. I hope you like what I've chosen to wear. A thrill of anticipation and arousal shot through the man's body each time her read her words, and there was no point attempting to do any further work, his erection wouldn't allow it. It had just gone hit 6pm, and with the night dark outside, Lila would be home, and awaiting his arrival. So the man swiftly stood up, gathered the box, and switched off the lights on the way out. Twenty minutes later, he arrived home, completely unaware that he was under surveillance from three blocks away, and walked towards their house. An idea had occurred to him on the journey, one which would make the rape fantasy he and Lila had once discussed even more intense and believable, and a smile flitted across his features when he stepped across the threshold, and located his wife. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks, and his eyes wandered over the peach corset, visible under the open Kimono robe, and how it drew attention to Lilas figure and accentuated her cleavage. He whistled in appreciation, then pushed the front door shot and snapped home the dead-bolt before he moved towards her. Well, well, what do we have here? The tone was not the friendly one of a husband returning home to his spouse after a hard day at the office.