Killer Among Us (11 page)

Kane forced her legs open and his fingers up
to her clit. He circled the hard bud with those fingers, making her
grind against him and the glass. Her fluids left a smear on the
pane, not that she noticed. The sill was low; it cut into her shins
and made small sparks of pain there.

Kane reached up, twisting her nipples almost
cruelly and making her cry out. He continued that for a few
moments, raising her adrenaline and desire higher with each passing
second.

When he knew she could not take much more
without coming, he drew back and said, “I want you to walk over to
the couch, lay belly down over the arm of it and wait for me.”

She did. At first she felt silly. She had to
wriggle around a bit to get comfortable and when she was, her ass
was lifted high in the air and her feet were barely touching the
floor. Her belly was at an angle and she could not turn her head to
see what he was doing.

Kane took the belt out of the loops of his
pants and used it to bind her arms together. The sensation of being
helpless made her squirm with pleasure. His nails raked down her
calves ever so lightly then he began to spank her ass. Sophie
closed her eyes, letting herself drift away on the cloud of feeling
brought on by the pain.

He forced her legs apart and used two
fingers to open her tunnel to him. When his fingers were liberally
coated with oil he spread the liquid up the seam of her asshole
then blew on it. Sophie bucked and arched, her pussy throbbing as
he repeated the procedure: slapping her warming ass cheeks,
plunging his fingers in and out of her dripping slit, spreading the
wetness and letting his hot breath play against it.

“
Do you like
that?”

“
Yes!”

He kneaded her ass cheeks, enjoying the feel
of the warmed flesh under his hands. She shrieked into the couch
cushions as he ran the head of his cock along the seam of her
channel, rubbing it hard against the entrance but not entering her
just yet.

“
That feels so good,”
Sophie whispered. “Please I want you to…to…to fuck me.”

Kane knew how hard it had been for her to
get that out of her mouth. As a reward he slid an inch into her and
ran his finger along the seam of her asshole, pressing against the
tight ring of muscle there for a moment. Then, to be perverse, he
pulled out.

Sophie ground her teeth together as he
teased her, again and again. The third time he entered her he
plunged most of the way in and her pussy stretched to receive him.
She began to weep with frustration when he withdrew but he grabbed
her hair and thrust back into her again, slamming all the way
inside her.

Waves of pleasure crested and broke as his
cock slid along her tight walls and created friction there.
Sophie’s clit rubbed along the sofa cushion, making her beg for
release. “Please can I come? Please can I come Kane? I’ll be good…”
she wasn’t sure why those words were tumbling out of her mouth and
she didn’t care, she only knew that they were the right words, the
only words and she used them.

Kane wanted to come. His balls were high and
tight to his body and he was biting his lip in an attempt to stave
off that orgasm but he knew it was a lost cause, she felt so good
and the decadence of the pose, the words she was using to entreat
him, it was all so incredibly sexy that he had to relent. “Yes you
can come, come right now on my cock.”

Her orgasm was his undoing. She tightened
around him, creating a nearly unbearable tightness for a moment,
then she expanded and her juices spilled from her, running down her
thighs and smearing his groin too. His own come spilled form him:
thick white pearls that leaked down the inside of her thighs as he
withdrew.

He cuddled her, she wrapped her arms around
him, her head on his chest and his heartbeat loud in her ear. “I
wanted to fuck you while you were against the window but I was
afraid that would have been going too far.”

“
I would love that!” Sophie
blinked at her own response, then she blushed. “I mean…do you think
I’m easy?”

“
No. I think you are
perfect.”

“
Would you mind if I stayed
the night?”

“
No, I would like that very
much.” She did want him there too. They got up and went to her
small bedroom. She pulled down the sheets and covers on the other
side, the side that was usually cold and waited until he got into
bed. “Is there anything else you would like?”

“
I would like it if you
called me Sir.”

Sophie blinked. “Sir?” The word felt right,
it suited him somehow so she said it again. “Would you like
anything else Sir?”

“
Yes, I would like for you
to come to bed.”

She got in. His skin was warm and she buried
her face in his chest, holding him tightly. “I like this,” she said
drowsily.

“
Good, because I do
too.”

“
The woman at the club, she
was on a leash…”

“
Did you like
that?”

“
I’m not sure. I liked the
way she looked up at the man she was with.”

“
She’s collared to him.
That means he’s her Dominant and she’s his submissive. She obeys
him and serves him. He’s the head of the house in every way. The
collar she wears signifies that relationship.”

“
Do you want a relationship
like that?” Sophie asked in a small voice.

“
Very much but it’s not
easy to have a D/s relationship. It takes a lot of trust. As a
Dominant I have to know I have the responsibility of making sure
you are safe, that you are cared for and that you are loved. It’s
up to me to make the decisions, and then to stand by them. As a
submissive you have to know that you are giving up control to
someone else and you have to be willing to trust them with
everything you have, every secret every hope, every moment of your
life. Do you think you could do that, submit that way? Could you
believe that every decision I made was for your own good and trust
me to care enough about you to not question that I want what is
best for you?”

“
I …” something inside her,
something that had waited for so very long to be recognized, broke
free. “Yes, yes I could.”

“
Then we have a lot to talk
about.”

“
I’m looking forward to
it,” Sophie said and then promptly fell asleep.

***

The Creeper did not sleep. He stood in front
of the trophy case, staring at the heads. Every once in awhile he
muttered something mostly unintelligible. An apple pie sat on a
long wooden table near his left arm, he shoved chunks of it in his
mouth occasionally, mumbling through the crumbling pastry and
sweetly spiced fruit. His latest victim stared at him, her blue
eyes wide and her ponytail hanging too low and loose.

He giggled as he tossed a glob of pie at
their faces. It struck Jenna, oozed down the side of her cheek and
clung to her jaw before falling with a wet plop.

He scratched at his neck, his eyes going to
the boxes piled neatly to one side of his trophy case. They all had
labels: Morgan’s clothes for summer, Morgan’s winter clothes,
wedding photos, et cetera. He stuffed more pie in his mouth, angry
all over again.

The anger snapped him out of his dull and
listless state. His eyes went to his watch and he swore. He had to
get to work, even a serial killer needed a paycheck it seemed.

***

The next morning Kane realized he had left
his cell phone at Sophie’s house. He grabbed the phone at his desk
and called her. She agreed to bring the phone to the precinct,
saying she was going to be taking Sassy out for a long play date at
Central Park anyway.

“
Could you take a bus? I
need it fairly fast.”

“
I could drive up. That way
I wouldn’t have to carry Sassy.” She didn’t particularly want to
add that she was very sore from the hard fucking of the night
before but his chuckle let her know he knew that fact without her
saying it.

“
That would be great.” He
hung up and opened the files on his desk, trying to ignore
Forrester, who slouched in just as he hung up and tossed himself
into his chair.

The man looked terrible. Dark circles under
his eyes and a slight tremor in his hands made Kane wonder if the
man drank. It would not shock him, a lot of cops did. And no
wonder. Still, if Forrester’s drinking had gotten to the point that
he was deteriorating, and he certainly seemed to be, he needed to
be told about it. It would be better to hear it from…that gave Kane
pause, he didn’t know of anyone that considered Forrester a friend.
As far as he could tell the detective never socialized, never went
to the bar the rest of them sometimes frequented. He decided to
file that away for another day, he had enough on his plate.

John came in, “Have you seen Janelle?”

“
No, not since I left you
two last night. She’s very thorough, she’s likely gone back to one
of the crime scenes.”

Forrester said, “I’m sure she’s hanging
around somewhere,” in an angry tone that took Kane a little bit
aback. He could see John was surprised by it too. Hostility toward
the FBI from local officers was common, the flat out rage in
Forrester’s words was a little over the top.

Kane watched Forrester walk away, “I’m sorry
John. The guy, supposedly was once a good cop. Or at least that is
what it seems everyone says when he pulls this shit. Personally I
ma out of excuses for him.”

“
No worries, let’s go back
over the last killing.”

They opened the files and bent to work.

***

Sophie got out of the car. Sassy barked and
wriggled inside her little tote as they mounted the stairs and she
hushed her, saying, “I got you now, you give up.”

A man standing at the cart of the vendor
next to the steps, buying a cup of coffee, gave her an odd and
startled look, she didn’t see it.

It was her, she had seen him and she was
going to go into the police station and tell everyone he was
outside. The Creeper knew that was crazy, he had been disguised and
she had not seen his face. But there she was, and she had just said
she recognized him. He stood there, watching her walk up the steps
for long seconds. His heart stuttered inside his chest and he
walked off, the coffee forgotten. The vendor yelled at him but he
ignored him, he was locked on her. She wore a red skirt and a plain
white blouse. Her legs were long and tanned and her waist was trim.
Her black hair hung in a cloud down her back and he had the oddest
sensation…

“
Morgan!” he
yelled.

Sophie heard the shout but ignored it,
someone was yelling for someone but she had no idea of who it was
or why they were calling for them. She could see Kane, he was in
conversation with another man. He lifted his head and she raised a
hand to wave at him. An odd expression crossed his face, he got to
his feet, running to the narrow metal railing that surrounded the
area where he worked.

“
Down!” he was yelling.
“Get down!”

Something whined past her ear. She stopped,
confused and suddenly afraid. Kane was running, running for the
stairs and there was another popping sound, a pain in her shoulder
and then people were screaming and running, someone pushed her. Her
knees scraped against the cold linoleum floor as she went down.
Sassy spilled out and Sophie forgot her own pain, terror hit her at
the thought that her precious pet could be trampled by the running
feet.

Fingers tangled in her hair and she was
yanked to her feet. Sassy ran under a desk and she reached for her,
her fingers straining. She could not comprehend was what was
happening.

“
Let her go!” Kane yelled.
He held a gun, Sophie saw, a very big gun. The barrel looked
immense and she began to cry, understanding seeping through her.
She had somehow been taken hostage.

Kane could not believe the
odd turn the day had taken. Sophie was shot and bleeding, he could
see the red stain on the shoulder of her blouse. He knew it wasn’t
a fatal wound, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t bleed out at some
point. Forrester,
Forrester,
was behind her, his eyes blazing with
madness.

“
You lied on the police
report,” Forrester said in her ear, making Sophie wince as his foul
breath blew across her face, “You gave the wrong address. I came to
kill you but you weren’t there. That’s a crime, you know, lying to
the cops.”

“
Let her go.” Kane said as
he walked toward them, his eyes surveying all of the possible
angles. Forrester had backed himself and his captive into a small
area near the door. Other prisoners screamed and howled, cops stood
about with guns drawn: their faces both confused and determined.
Nobody really knew what to do, Forrester was one of them. Or was
he? Nobody was certain of what was going on.

“
It’s too late for that.”
Forrester said. He yanked her arm and Sophie screamed in pain. From
under the desk Sassy howled. He kept her in front of him until they
cleared the doorway, then he yanked her around, shoving her out and
down the stairs. People saw them coming and scattered, she had the
confused glimpse of traffic and the buildings opposite before he
shoved her against her car and demanded the keys.

She had forgotten she still held them; he
yanked them from her hand, shoved her into the car and squealed out
into traffic, hitting bumpers as he went.

Kane ran behind the car, he was afraid to
try to shoot out the tires and terrified not to. Pedestrians
crossing the street ran in fear as Forrester plowed through a red
light and he holstered his weapon and ran back to the precinct.