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Subject: {Vickie Morgan} Betrayed by a Kiss (MF)
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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.
Please note any unfamiliar spellings and phrases may be due to the
fact I am English, not American.
I would like to thank my proofreaders for all their help
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This is another story I wrote while my foot was hurting and I didn't
feel like writing happy romances. It's not as dark as 'Loss of
Innocence' and has considerably more sex.
I was experimenting by trying to tell the story backwards but I ran into
problems with my tenses. When it came to the flashbacks I found I was
writing in past past tense and this resulted in hundreds of 'had's all
over the place. It looked like they were breeding like rabbits in my
text according to one of my proofreaders. So in the end I only put the
first sentence of each flashback in past past tense. I know this will
probably horrify the purists among you but if anyone has a better
suggestion how to deal with the problem could they please send it to me.
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Betrayed by a Kiss.
In the end she was betrayed by a kiss. A soft, sweet unexpected meeting
of the lips that stole the breath from her body and the strength from
her legs.
She had lain motionless besides him for what seemed like an eternity,
waiting for him to fall asleep. Eventually the rise and fall of the
chest beneath her head settled to a slower rhythm. She carefully
extricated herself from under the weight of his arm and crept away to
the bathroom, collecting her clothes along the way. She took a quick
but thorough shower and put her dress back on. She had to pass the bed
to reach the door and paused for a moment to look at him one last time.
Beguiling images of the pleasure she had experienced in his embrace
danced through her memory. He had proved to be a vigorous and talented
lover. He was sprawled on his back with his arms spread wide and one
leg dangling over the side of the bed. His hair was tumbled across his
forehead, giving him a deceiving air of boyish innocence, and she
stooped to gently brush it back. To her amazement his eyelids fluttered
open and he smiled up at her. His eyes were so similar to her mother's,
the deep brown of melted chocolate, that they trapped her into
immobility, like a deer caught in a car's headlights. Taken by surprise
she didn't resist when he tangled his hand in her hair and drew her
mouth down to his.
Shaken to her very core, she collapsed on the side of the bed. His eyes
were closed again and his hand was a dead weight in her hair pinning her
to the mattress. She laid her head beside his on the pillow, so close
she could feel the disturbance in the air every time he took a breath,
as she tried to decide what to do next. The earthy, musky smell of
their passion rose from his body and she couldn't help smiling as she
remembered the fun they had had.
* * *
Only a short time earlier she had pushed him flat on his back and knelt
over him.
'Want to play a game?' she had challenged.
'What kind of game?' he asked, instinctively cautious. She quickly
surveyed the room, then crossed to the courtesy bathrobes provided by
the hotel. She collected the belts, returned to the bed and looped one
around each post of the headboard.
'You want to tie me up?' he queried uneasily.
'Where's the challenge in that?' she answered teasingly. 'The idea is
that you hold onto the belts as long as you can. If you let go, I win;
if you don't let go then you win.'
'That sounds easy enough,' he said, making himself comfortable on the
bed before taking hold of the belts. 'What do I get for winning?'
'I hadn't thought about that,' she laughed, 'because I've got no
intention of losing.'
She stood at the foot of the bed and removed her dress in one smooth
flowing movement. He took in the sight of her naked body with
appreciative eyes as she crawled onto the bed. Starting with his toes
she nibbled and licked her way up his legs. Arriving at his crotch she
found his penis already hard and throbbing in anticipation. She
lingered over it for a while, teasing it with her hair and breath before
devouring it with her mouth. She did not neglect his balls but took
them each in turn into the moist cavern of her mouth. His hands gripped
the belts hard as he encouragingly thrust his hips up to meet her warm
wet mouth.
When he was throbbing eagerly and beginning to gasp and moan she
abandoned his genitalia and continued her progress upwards. She took a
moment to rearrange her position on the bed more comfortably and to
equip herself with some ice-cubes from the wine bucket. Starting again
at his extremities she subjected his hands and wrists to continual
contrasts between her warm mouth and the cold ice. By the time she
reached the insides of his elbows he was groaning and twisting under her
ministrations. She worked her way to his nipples and taken her time
tormenting them. She traced interlocking patterns with the frigid ice
and her ardent tongue, both leaving moist trails to mark their passage.
She flicked and rubbed his nipples, then took them into her mouth,
sucking hard as he squirmed beneath her. She continued relentlessly
until he pleaded for mercy, his erection jabbing against her bottom each
time he writhed against the bed. His hands gripped the belts hard as in
no uncertain terms he begged her to fuck him.
She straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself until the head of his
penis rested against her entrance. She held her body at that height,
slowly rotating her hips while her hands cupped and stroked her breasts.
No matter how much he jerked his hips upward he was unable to penetrate
inside her. She continued tantalising him as he tried harder and harder
to enter her. The friction of his penis on the most sensitive part of
her vagina was arousing her and she made it as evident as she could.
For a moment he was almost content to watch her pleasure herself but his
frustration was plainly building. Yet still he held tightly to the
belts, determined not to let his carnal desires conquer his
self-control.
At last she had given in to her urge to feel him deep inside her and she
descended, her body smoothly swallowing his penis into its velvety
depths. She set a slow rhythm, revolving her hips with each upward
movement. Leaning forward, with her weight on her hands, she let her
breasts sway just out of reach of his mouth. He strained upwards,
trying to reach the hard nipples but she stayed out of reach. His hips
jerked under her, trying to speed up her rhythm but she continued her
slow undulations. For a while he accepted her dictates and continued to
hold the belts. Then her orgasm had slowly built and she straightened
up, driving him deep inside, her body twisting as the sensations shot
through her.
When the last ripple of pleasure had died down she sat astride him
motionless, waiting to see how he would react. With a short laugh he
theatrically threw aside the belts and tumbled her onto the bed plunging
deep inside her. Moist squelches echoed every movement as he thrust
eagerly into her. He rested on his elbows and bent to use his hands and
mouth on her breasts. For a few moments he traced similar patterns to
the ones she had used on his nipples but she moaned impatiently and
pulled his head down. His mouth closed softly around her eager nipples
and she encouraged him to be rougher, tugging on his hair and arching
upwards against his mouth. The pace of his thrusts increased and soon
he climaxed. He pressed a brief kiss against her forehead as he
collapsed. They lay together in a heap of tangled limbs, her face
smothered under his chest. When he had regained his composure he
considerately rolled off her onto his back before falling asleep.
* * *
Now he seemed to have drifted back to sleep, his kiss a momentary flash
of consciousness. She made a half-hearted movement to get up and leave
but she could feel the lassitude creeping through her limbs. He
partially awoke as she moved and rolled over onto his side, leaving her
more room on the bed. His movement had freed her hair but now her dress
was captured by the weight of his body. An attempt to disentangle the
material was unsuccessful. For a moment she pondered her options. It
was no part of her plans to be discovered in his bed by the hotel staff
the following morning. Too many questions would be asked and the last
thing she wanted was notoriety. On the other hand if she disturbed him
to release her dress he may wake up more fully and realise she was
leaving. Awkward explanations, at the very least, would ensue. It
would be simpler to give him time to settle deeper into his stupor, then
roll him off her dress. In some ways it seemed a bit late to be
worrying about being found in his bed in the morning but it was an
instinctive thing for her. The evenings activities had tired her out
but she was confident she could fight her drowsiness long enough to make
good her escape. She settled down more comfortably and, to pass the
time, let her mind drift back again over the evening's events.
* * *
There had been a strong current of sexual electricity between them all
evening but it hadn't been until they left the restaurant that it had
really sparked into passion. She had no hesitation in accepting his
invitation back to his hotel room but his bodyguards were less sanguine.
While they waited for the limousine to be brought round there was an
animated whispered discussion. Eventually he reluctantly approached
her, the bodyguards closely flanking him.
'I hate to ask this and totally understand if you refuse but my
bodyguards are insisting that you be searched' he explained
apologetically. 'I know it's ridiculous to think you pose any threat to
me but I pay them to keep me safe and I would be wasting my money if I
didn't take their advice.' She held her hands out from her sides and
twirled for them.
'Just where in this dress do they suspect me of concealing anything?'
she asked.
'Inside leg,' one of the bodyguards gruffly explained, his eyes crawling
over her body like a pair of slugs. For a moment she hesitated.
'I'm not having some stranger groping me,' she stated firmly, repulsed
by the bodyguard's lascivious gaze. She gave her dinner companion a
sexy smile and looked deep into his eyes. She wasn't going to let a
small thing like a body search, however intimate, alter her plans for
the evening's activities. 'How about a compromise: I'll let you search
me.' He didn't hesitate for a moment but waved the bodyguards back and
knelt before her. He enclosed her ankles with his fingers and slowly
slid his hands up the length of her legs, her dress gathering and
draping around his arms. His hands flattened and slid across her the
insides of her thighs. When they reached the juncture of her legs she
was not able to control her gasp. One hand slid back along the cleft
between her buttocks while the other explored further forward. She
swallowed hard and tried to stop her knees trembling. He bent his
finger and dragged the knuckle across her clit and to the entrance of
her vagina. She swayed against him and had trouble controlling the moan
that was trying to escape from her lips. When he withdrew the warmth of
his hands she felt cold and bereft.
'Nothing there that shouldn't be there,' he reported to his guardians,
his eyes dark with arousal. 'Can we go now?'
'There's her shoes,' one of them growled. 'You can do a lot of harm
with high heels.' Impatient to be gone she kicked her shoes off,
momentarily pleased when one collided with the lecherous bodyguard's
shin, and followed him into the dark depths of the car. Before the car
had even started moving their lips met in a passionate kiss. His hands
roamed over her exposed skin before retracing their path under her
skirt. Her hands began their own exploration, tugging open his zip and
enclosing his penis in her palms.
By the time the short journey ended in front of his hotel they were both
hot and panting with passion. Check-in formalities were handled
impatiently and the wait for the lift seemed endless. As soon as the
doors slid shut he pulled her close and they renewed their kisses, only
to be interrupted by some hotel guests entering their lift. She stood
demurely in front of him for the rest of the journey upwards, his arm
loosely encircling her waist. Out of sight between their bodies her
hands were busy, stroking and massaging his erection. When they finally
reached their floor he didn't bother to re-zip his trousers but grabbed
her hand and pulled her down the corridor to the correct door.
The moment the door closed behind them he pushed her hard against it,
his mouth mashing against hers in an impatient kiss. His trousers and
underwear were swiftly pushed to the floor and her skirt shoved
impatiently out of the way. Her leg hooked around his waist as his
hands lifted her up to a better height. His penis sought her opening
and plunged in. They were both too aroused to waste any time with
foreplay or undressing. He thrust urgently against her and she clutched
his shoulders, her leg around his waist spurring him on. There was no
finesse to their joining, only raw passion urging them swiftly into
orgasm. When the last shudders left their bodies he let her slide back
down to the floor. He shrugged out of the tangle of his clothes and
crossed the room to pour them both a glass of wine. He collapsed onto
the bed with a satisfied sigh and held out a hand in wordless invitation
to join him. The edge taken off their passion she accepted both his
invitation and the glass of wine. Stretched out besides him she
pondered how best to take control of the rest of the evening.
* * *
She had been drifting off to sleep when he startled her back to
awareness of the present by snoring loudly. She poked a finger in his
ribs and he rolled over, draping a leg across her lower body. Trapped
now by the weight of his limb she lay listening to his slow deep
breathing. She knew she should be making an effort to move but her mind
seduced her with procrastinating murmurs of 'just five minutes more'.
Her eyelids were becoming leaden and her yawns more frequent. It was
insidiously easy to let her breathing pattern match his. The slow
regular rhythm was somniferous and she could feel herself sinking under
the waves of unconsciousness that were striving to claim her and
instinctively struggled against them. His face was close to hers,
relaxed and vulnerable as he slept. She remembered the moment she had
first seen him that evening.
He had seemed to stand out in the crowded restaurant. He sat alone at
his table and somehow seemed isolated from the chattering diners. As
she sat at her table she was directly in his line of sight but his gaze
seemed to pass right through her. While she fidgeted in her seat,
glancing repeatedly at her watch and several times asking the waiter if
there was a message for her, he was much more discreet about his growing
impatience. Growing bored with her own company she ordered a whisky
with ginger and rapidly consumed it. Starting to feel warm she rose and
removed her jacket.
She had carefully chosen her favourite dress for the evening. It had
been specially designed for her and had never failed to get her any male
attention she desired. The silky material was a deep red and clung
closely to her figure, making the wearing of any underwear impossible
and displaying her curves to the maximum advantage. There were two
diamond shapes cut out of the dress. The front one began at the hollow
of her collarbones and reached almost to her belly button. The sides
revealed the inner curves of her breasts but stopped short of displaying
her areola. The back diamond was of a similar size, revealing the
hollow of her backbone and the jut of her shoulder blades. Gold threads
criss-crossed the gaps to maintain the dress's snug fit. The skirt
swirled down to the floor with high slits in the side revealing her legs
as she walked. The overall effect was to draw attention to the glimpses
of her bare skin.
As she sat down she noticed that she had caught his attention. She gave
him a rueful smile and lifted her glass in a silent toast. He smiled
back and returned her gesture. Time crawled by and she finished another
drink but they both still waited alone. The dance floor was filling
with couples circling to the music. She boldly stood and walked over to
his table and invited him to dance. For a moment he seemed taken aback
by her presumption but he willingly followed her onto the dance floor.
They didn't really speak much as they danced other than to exchange
names. As they returned to their tables a waiter intercepted them with
a message. His dinner companion had been involved in a minor accident
and so had cancelled.
'At least your date had the decency to let you know,' she had commented
ruefully. 'Mine just seems to have decided not to show up.'
'Well since we are both alone why don't we stay and commiserate with
each other,' he suggested. She demurred for a moment, not wanting to
appear too eager, then capitulated.
'I've been wanting to taste this chef's cooking for ages,' she
explained. 'And as I'm all dressed up and here it would be a bit silly
for us both to sit in splendid isolation. I insist on paying my own
bill though.'
'If you really wish to. It would be a small price to pay for such
delightful company.'
'There speaks someone on a company expense account,' she teased.
'Exactly. I have to make the most of it or they may reduce it. So
there will be no more talk of separate bills.' Even though she was sure
he was not restricted by any kind of expense account she graciously
accepted his offer. Conversation flowed smoothly and continuously
throughout dinner and she had found herself more and more attracted to
him. He was soon flirting with her in an old fashioned courtly manner
that she found refreshing in contrast to the usual crude approaches she
was accustomed to. His eyes told her plainly that he found her equally
attractive and when they danced again the touch of his hand on her bare
back sent shivers through her nerve endings. He noted her response and
when he held her closer she had felt the unmistakable bulge of his
arousal. When he suggested they left dessert and instead sampled the
strawberries and wine in his hotel room she immediately agreed.
* * *
She had forgotten about the strawberries. With an effort she raised her
head and in the lamplight she could dimly see a bowl set out on a table
across the room. The siren call of Morpheus was becoming more and more
difficult to resist and she could feel the pandiculation creeping
through her limbs. She was sinking under the billowing pressure of
unconsciousness and it seemed an otiose struggle to stay awake. She
knew that it was impractical to attempt to leave now but still she tried
to summon up the willpower to force her torpid body to move. He was
still entangled with her body but he was completely comatose. This
hadn't been the way she had planned to end her evening. She had been in
similar situations in similar hotel rooms before but had always managed
to make a clean getaway. She touched a finger to her lips, wondering if
it was her imagination or if they really were still tingling from his
kiss. She had prepared so carefully for this evening but one moment's
inattention and her plans had been irrevocably altered. She should have
been safely home and asleep in her own bed by now.
* * *
It had all started so well. She had allowed plenty of time to pamper
herself during the afternoon. Her employees called in to inform her
that everything was going according to plan. As expected a taxi had
been ordered and it was an easy job to intercept the message and arrange
for a bogus taxi to make the collection. The cars that were going to
arrange the accident were standing by waiting for her signal. The
quarry confirmed his booking at the restaurant and a limousine had been
ordered to deliver him there. A surprisingly small bribe allowed her to
be seated at the table next to his. Everything possible had been
organised. It was all down to her now to carry the plan through to a
successful conclusion. She finished her make-up and carefully twisted
her hair into a chignon. Her dress was laid out ready on the bed. Only
one task remained to be completed.
She took out the box from the bottom of her make-up bag and unlocked it.
She raised the lid and took a moment to study the pictures taped there.
This was her ritual to remind herself why she lived the way she did.
One photograph showed her mother as a happy laughing teenager. She made
an attractive picture with her blonde hair blowing in the wind and her
big brown eyes sparkling with health and happiness. The other was a
stark contrast. A copy of an official police photograph, it showed her
mother sprawled among a collection of garbage bags, dead from a drug
overdose. Her hair was lank and her eyes stared blankly at the camera.
She forced herself to study the last picture, branding it onto her
retina. Sometimes there came a point during her assignments when she
hesitated, compassion struggling to control her actions and she needed
this memory to reinforce her willpower. Everyday she thanked whatever
stars watched over her that she hadn't followed her mother's path. She
had come close but the shock of her mother's death had brought her
fledging career as a prostitute and her tentative flirtation with drugs
to an abrupt halt.
She had sworn vengeance but had been surprised when she had been offered
a way to achieve it. Her first kill had left her shaken but
unrepentant. Now she had deprived so many drug dealers of their lives
all their faces blurred into one homogeneous nightmare. There were
times when she wondered if she made the wrong choice. On the street she
had been selling her body but it had been an honest trade. On her dark
days she felt as though now she was not only trading her body but her
soul also.
Taking a deep breath to strengthen her resolve she slipped on a pair of
gloves and opened the jar. Although she had been assured that the
poison could only be absorbed through saliva in the mouth she didn't
like to take any unnecessary chances. A mere trace was capable of
killing a fully-grown human so she treated it with respect. It was
tasteless, odourless and colourless, making it impossible to detect. As
she had done on countless other occasions she carefully smoothed it onto
her nipples.
Copyright Vickie Morgan, March 1999
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