Page 42 of Wicked Deceptions
Flattered that it appeared she was interested in him, he smiled and said, “I’m glad to hear it. I was hoping for the same.”
She giggled. “Well, look at the two of us. We should have just made a date of it.”
He laughed. “Well, maybe we should.” Daniels spoke before he had thought it through, but surprisingly enough, he didn’t mind the fact that he had just asked her out for a date. There was something about this woman that, to him, was simply irresistible.
Daniels and Anna planned to meet for dinner that very night. Back at the office, as Daniels waited patiently for anything from the forensics team, his thought drifted back to Anna. Her smile was infectious, her features soft and alluring, and her teasing nature amused him.
When his watch chimed five o’clock, Daniels gave up on getting any information on the case and decided to call it a day. Besides, he had a date tonight, and he was looking forward to it.
***
At promptly 7:00 p.m., Daniels arrived at Trummers on Main, and to his surprise, Anna was on the porch waiting for him. They had a wonderful dinner and few drinks afterward. Daniels was shocked when Anna invited him back to her place. His head was telling him no, but his dick was saying yes. His dick won. She intoxicated him. He didn’t know if it was the way the lighting played upon her hair… Maybe it was her perfume? Or the way that sexy red blouse peeked open, showing the swell of her breasts and the edges of her red lace bra? Or was it her knee-length skirt with a slit that showed a hint of thigh every time she took a step? He had no fucking idea but found himself accepting the invite.
Somewhere between dinner and the time they arrived at her home, she had transformed from an attractive colleague whom Daniels wanted to date and get to know better to an incredibly sensuous and voluptuous woman whom he wanted desperately to fuck.
“Sit down,” she said as she sauntered out of the room. Then she called back, “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
Daniels sat on the couch and nervously loosened his tie. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples. Suddenly, his hands were replaced with hers, as she was standing behind him. When he got a glimpse of her, he was shocked to find her standing there in nothing more than the damned red lace bra and matching panties.
She walked around to stand in front of him, and Daniels couldn’t help but admire her. She was a goddess. He let his eyes roam downward from her face to her red lace bra. He saw her nipples poking out of the fabric as he followed the gentle curve of her breasts. His eyes then wandered farther where he could see a dark patch of hair through her lacy panties.Holy fuck!Daniels thought to himself.
She knelt before him and unbuttoned his shirt and then snaked her hand inside to stroke his chest. When she toyed with his nipples, his dick, which had already been growing, began to bulge in his pants. She moved her other hand to his dick and stroked its length against his pants. “Take it out,” she demanded.
Daniels did the only thing he could do. He obeyed.
Once she descended to his lap and her mouth took him all the way in and started to suck, Daniels reached for her ass through her panties. He looped his fingers over the waistband and began to pull them off her. She stopped sucking him and stood, removing both her bra and panties. Daniels squirmed on the couch, quickly removing his clothes. She then straddled him, standing on her knees. Daniels slid down, slouching on the couch, and grabbed her hips to pull her toward his face. He ran his tongue from her clit back to her pussy, alternating between teasing her clit and pushing his tongue inside, tasting her.
She moaned. “Oh, fuck yes. Suck my clit!”
He shoved two fingers inside her pussy and moved them in slow circles while sucking on her clit, and she came, pulsating around him. He drew her clit into his mouth once more until her pulsations subsided. When she finally came down from her orgasm and looked him in the eye, she said, “I want you inside me.”
Before Daniels could utter a word, she grabbed his dick and guided it in to her as she dropped onto him. Her body moved up and down on him, her pussy and ass slapping against him. She pinched his nipples as he bucked against her. She felt so wet and warm as her tight walls slid over Daniels. He felt her squeezing him inside her as she moved. They fucked like two wild animals until they both came so hard, they collapsed together on the couch.
A few hours later, Daniels woke alone on the couch, Anna was not in the living room where he had last remembered her. He picked up his clothes, and briefly looked around for her. Finding her sound asleep in bed and not wanting to disturb her, he put on his clothes, and pulled his notepad out of his pocket. He jotted down a note for her, left it on the coffee table, and walked out the door. The note read:Had a lovely time tonight. Talk to you tomorrow.
***
The next morning, Daniels was still waiting to hear from forensics, and his patience was wearing thin. He picked up his office phone receiver and buzzed Brady. “Anything yet?” he asked when Brady answered.
“Nothing concrete, sir, but a few things to start with.”
“Come to my office and let’s go over it.”
“Yes, sir.” Daniels hung up his phone and waited. Seems he had been doing a lot of that lately.
When Brady arrived, Daniels gestured for him to take one of the seats across from his desk. “So what do we got so far?”
“I ran the DNA on the fingernail. It matches the victim, but the odd thing is that her fingernails are not painted or long.”
“So nothing.”
“The autopsy came back. One would think the victim died from all the wounds or the decapitation, but that’s not the case. We don’t know the actual cause of death, but we suspect that it was trauma to the head. One thing we know for sure is that all the wounds were inflicted postmortem. Time of death is estimated between 10:15 and 10:45 p.m.”
“Damn, sounds like we have an angry murderer.”
“I think so.”
“Anything else?” Daniels asked.
