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

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana The Detective had apprehended and interviewed enough rapists and violent criminals to be able to mirror their moods and aggression without a second thought. In fact, if it hadn't been for his usual business attire and lack of shackles, observers through the one-way glass of the police interview room would often-times have been hard-pressed to guess which was the criminal, and which the Officer of the Law. As a method actor would do, Tom transformed into the character he was to play, on the journey home, and convinced himself that what Lila desired was to be fucked, used and treated like a common gutter-whore. Wasn't that a fantasy that existed in the recesses of every woman's mind, even if at all other times, they wished to be treated as equals, and with respect? Then he told himself that it was an action he should have taken earlier, and assumed the initiative when Lila had broached the subject. He'd considered it, but his love for his wife had held him back. What if she'd been all talk, and the fantasy just that, a fantasy. Something that she never truly wished to see the light of day, or would regret after the fact. Or worse, that would cause her to think less of him, or look at Tom as other than the good husband he purported to be. Just another Neanderthal. However, those doubts had been erased with the items in the box, and the note that accompanied it. Lila wanted it, and Tom gritted his teeth as he drove, and wound himself up. Eventually the emotions hed been searching for began to flow, and the man become angered that he'd left it up to Lila to bring the rape fantasy to fruition. It was an insult to his masculinity. He should have taken control. What a fucking man he was. Well, if that's what she truly desired a real man - , tonight that's what she'd receive, Tom would prove that he wasn't some pussy too frightened to take what was his. The Detective's focus was so intent when he stepped into the house, and moved his gaze from his wife's body to her face, that he didn't notice the beam of moonlight that shone in through the open blinds of the living room window. A front fence obscured the view from street level, but the interior was completely visible to a 'nature-watcher' perched on a wooded hilltop, armed with a pair of high-powered binoculars and telescopic camera, three blocks away. Tom dropped the box on a side-table, and spoke to Lila in a tone that was husky with arousal, and another, undefinable emotion. He was cognisant that he was play-acting, but at the same time hed entered the mind of the character hed taken on in the car, and his expression contained not the slightest hint of humour. The words were unscripted, and when she backed away, he gripped her wrists ever tighter until his nails dug into her flesh, and then jerked her towards him. The movement caused her body to slam against his chest and, as it did, he released one wrist, and gripped Lilas chin between thumb and forefinger. Whats the matter bitch? Thought you could profile me, huh. Had me all figured out? Tom sprayed spittle in her face as forced her eyes to meet his, cold and flat with darkened, narrowed pupils, then struck her cheek with the flat of his hand. He still possessed enough of his faculties to ensure it wasn't with enough force to truly hurt, just stun, and after the sound of his palm striking her skin faded, he resumed his hold of her chin, and placed his lips next to her ear. You don't have a fucking clue what Im capable of, and dont go thinking your big, tough policeman husband is going to ride in and save you. Hes off screwing his eighteen-year-old whore. Some of the previous nights argument also came back to encourage Toms actions as he then suddenly stepped back, and used his leverage to control Lilas movements. The man laughed when, two seconds after hed dragged her forward and hooked his leg around her ankle, Lila Ross landed face-first on the shag-pile carpet. By the time she hit the floor, and before she could recover, Tom had already knelt to bury his digits in her tresses, and with his free hand, reached into the box on the table. Metal cuffs jangled and fell to the ground in direct line of Lilas eyesight, and that was where they stayed, as he located another item. When he removed his hand, a nine-tailed leather whip loomed large in his grasp, and the mans cold smile bared his teeth. Are you going scream for me, bitch?, he hissed as shook her head by the hair, and lowered the arm that held the whip to hook his digits under the fabric of the Kimono robe at her neck. Beg for me not to rape you? The man was too engrossed in the scene to hear the material tear as he ripped the robe free of her shoulders, and forced the womans no longer Lila or his wife - eyes to his crotch, and the erection that threatened to split the seams of his pants. That Tom Ross was enjoying himself there was no doubt, and they'd barely even started. Come on slut, I want to hear you beg. What was the safe-word again? Up on the hilltop, Mark Dubois popped another piece of gum into his mouth, and chuckled. This was simply the pre-game show.