Page 35 of Dark Visions (Strange Gifts #1)
“Hi, baby,” said the woman, leaning over to reveal unbridled breasts.
Her pink nipples poked through the white silk blouse, her long red fingernails danced up his sleeve. He tried to smile, his expression more pain than passion. Her lips touched his and pressed hard at first but then relaxed.
“What’s the matter?” she asked in an angry tone. “I thought you wanted to play tonight.”
“I do,” he said shakily. “I do. I just, well, the funeral is still fresh in my mind.”
Good cover. Stay calm, Christopher. We’re here.
“Funerals! What a crock! They’re for the living, not the dead. I need a good hard fuck tonight, baby. I need you to really pound me. Can you do that?” she asked, leaning forward to reveal her breasts once more.
He nodded as she reached for his hand, guiding it up her lean, creamy white thigh beneath her tight black skirt. His fingers brushed against the tuft of hair, and instinctively, his cock jumped. Christopher wanted to curse himself, to hate himself, but as a physician, he knew his body was reacting to a biological function.
“Finger me,” she whispered, “finger fuck me right here.”
“Here?” he said. Her eyes went wide as if shocked by his reaction. “I mean, why not let the anticipation build a little, and then I’ll fuck you in the bathroom.”
Good answer, but don’t go anywhere alone with her.
It was difficult for Christopher not to turn and seek out the voice in his ear. He knew that the three men were in the restaurant or close by, but he had no clue where. He also had no clue where the police were, but he knew that Kane had assured him they would be there.
“Oooohhhh,” she breathed heavily, “that makes me so hot. I want you to fuck me so hard you make me bleed, baby. And when we’re done with that sweet couple tonight, I want you to bathe me in their blood all over, just rub it all over. Will you do that?”
He nodded, staring at her, trying not to show his disgust.
“If we cut his cock off while it’s hard, can I still fuck myself with it?” she asked.
“N-no, it will…”
“I’m just kidding, Michael, geez! Is this how you’re going to be all night? I mean, I’ve been waiting for you for days. I need this, baby, and you know, I think this might actually be the couple that’s responsible for your wife and son.”
Christopher’s eyes widened, and he sat back as if she had slapped him. She convinced his brother that she could find his family’s killers. That’s how Michael had been lured into this sick world.
“What? What are you talking about?” he asked, shocked.
“Your wife and son? You do remember them, don’t you? That’s why you’re doing this, right? I think I found them, baby. I think this couple were responsible for their deaths. Can’t you just think of all the wonderful ways to torture them? Make them pay?”
Christopher thought he would vomit right there at the table. She still held his hand against her pussy, the wetness increasing with every word she spoke. This woman was truly psychotic.
Take a break, Christopher. You’re doing great. Don’t let her know…
He swallowed hard, his body filling with both disgust and anger. He jammed his fingers hard inside her, needing to cause this woman discomfort and pain for the angst she caused his brother.
“Oh! Oh yes, baby. You know how I like it,” she smiled. Deborah squirmed against his hand, and he immediately pulled his hand away, wiping her juices on his napkin. “Baby, that’s not fair. You’re gonna make me wait?”
“Yes. I’m going to make you wait until I say so,” he said, suddenly calm and focused.
Her long red fingernails walked up his thigh to the traitorous bulge in his pants. She squeezed his cock hard, rubbing her knuckles roughly against his balls. Christopher closed his eyes, smothering a groan.
“You’ll do what I say,” she whispered. He opened his eyes and leaned forward, kissing her softly on the cheek.
“Excuse me a moment. I need to make sure the hospital is okay without me again tonight. I’ll be right back, and then we can leave.”
She looked at him suspiciously and then nodded. Walking to the back of the restaurant, he ducked inside the men’s room and took several deep breaths. Leaning over the sink, he splashed cold water on his face and looked in the mirror, jumping at the sight of Flip standing behind him.
“It’s okay, Doc. You’re doing great.”
“I can’t do this,” he said, shaking his head. “She’s crazy. She’s fucking crazy, and Michael, oh God, Michael was with that woman because…”
“Doc, it’s okay,” he said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “She’s a manipulator. You’re doing the right thing. Everyone is in place. Let’s just get her to take you to the couple, and then we’ll be done with this business.”
Christopher nodded his head and took another long breath. Straightening his tie, he headed back to the table.