Dennis parked his car beneath the block of flats and waited while Tony and Claire climbed out of the car and headed toward the lift at the end of the car park.
“I’ve missed you Beth, why can’t you come back to live with me?” He tried to put his arm round my shoulders, but I leant back against the door.
He reached down and lifted my skirt so he could grope me again. I obliged him by opening my thighs a little, enabling him to thrust a couple of fingers along my aroused labia. His ministrations were igniting a sparkling sensation that was spreading throughout my sex. I was gagging for it, but I wanted to slow him down and maintain my bargaining position.
“I told you Dennis, I’m out on licence and I’ve gotta stay under supervision. I’m already breaking the rules coming back to your flat. If I’m not careful, they’ll send me back to the nick!”
“Breaking the rules!” he scoffed. “If they’ve let you out then you should be able to do what the fuck you want.”
“You’ve never been inside, so you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
He was dissatisfied with my excuse and even more disappointed when the lift door opened and I pulled away from his groping hand. I was wet and knew that I was going to have to let him shaft me before I returned to Mary’s flat, but I had to get my stuff first.
Tony and Claire didn’t wait for us, but sent the lift back, so by the time we stepped into it we were all alone. No sooner had the doors closed, then Dennis pushed me against one of the glass mirrors and kissed me full on the lips. I was trapped and because of my weakness for his insatiable lust, I responded so that I could enjoy his violent, but sensual kiss.
His strong arms lifted me under my armpits, enabling me to wrap my legs round his body and encircle my arms round his neck. My dress rode up and I felt his huge hands grasp my bulging butt cheeks and aggressively squeeze them. Our mouths and tongues were still locked together when the doors opened behind us, whereupon he turned round and walked out of the lift. With such powerful arms and shoulders he easily carried me along the corridor, through the open door to his flat and down the hall to his bedroom.
I heard Claire’s voice in the background moaning about something, but Dennis pushed the bedroom door shut with his foot and dumped me onto the bed.
I looked up at Dennis, who was unbuttoning his shirt and asked myself if I was making a big mistake. As I had fallen, my dress had bunched up round my waist, revealing the tiny triangle of red cotton covering the hump of my sex.
Mary’s words started to go through my mind, ‘Get over him. You’re doing the right thing. I can see how he treats women and you’re too good for him.’ Well the truth of the matter was that I wasn’t too good for him. However, I knew that I had to resist getting involved with him until I had helped to catch the gang who were murdering girls.
“Dennis, I ventured. “I don’t think we should…”
“Nonsense Beth, you’re my girl. I just can’t let you walk out on me like that. I thought you understood that you belonged to me.” His boyish good looks were replaced with hard lines of determination and his words sent a lump of ice slithering down my spine.
“Dennis, I’m serious. Stop, please…” He had removed his shirt, kicked his shoes off and was removing his trousers. I decided to change tack, because a part of me wanted to have sex with him and I appreciated that it would be less painful if I cooperated. He stepped out of his underpants to reveal his magnificent black, shiny cock, before walking over to the cupboard where he kept all his bondage gear and toys.
I had probably underestimated Dennis, but couldn’t suppress a thrill deep in the pit of my stomach. Fearing the worst, I sat up, removed my heels, squirmed out of the thong and lifted the dress and bra up over my head. Surely he couldn’t resist the sight of me naked, I hoped, as I lay back and spread-eagled myself on the bed. He came back from the cupboard and threw two pairs of stainless steel handcuffs onto the bed, which landed just beside my feet.
“One on each wrist Beth!” He ordered.
“Dennis come to bed. You can skip the bondage.” I was seriously worried, because he was holding his favourite item of punishment, a fingered tawse.
I was in no doubt that he was about to use it when he lifted his arm in the air. I cowered away out of reach, but he jumped on the bed, grabbed my foot and dragged me toward him.
Dennis was a powerful man, who visited the gym most days and boxed his buddies at least three times a week. He was super fit, as his muscular body showed and I was absolutely powerless in his dominant hands.
“Dennis, please don’t hit me.” I cried.
He reeled me in and when his hands reached my knee, he twisted it painfully so that I had to roll onto my tummy to avoid injury.
“You’ve got soft in the head, Beth. All the pussy flesh in yor face has fucking turned you into muff muncher!” THWATT! THWATT! THWATT! THWATT! Explosions of pain ripped across each of my naked butt cheeks, sending me into a frenzy.