Free Ribbon of Steele: A Romance of Suspense by Jq Allan

her to arch her back. Entering her from behind, he placed the palms of his hands on the small of her back and guided the depth of his long slow thrusts. She felt him move his hands to her ass, and he squeezed to the point of pain. She held her breath, and could feel the pleasure build deeply inside of her.
     
    Lizzie felt him remove his hand and then heard a slap and felt a strong stinging pain on her ass. Before she could react, she felt a second slap on her other cheek. Her ass began to feel warm and raw as she let out a scream. The pain gave way to a warm pleasure that radiated thorough her entire body. She pushed her tight ass backwards meet him and felt his hand slap her again as her orgasm made her whole body writhe in pleasure. He pushed his hips hard against her ass, and she felt his body tense as he came inside of her.
     
    Her ass throbbed with pain as she sighed deeply and freed herself from her shirt. He pulled his cock slowly out of her and collapsed on the bed breathing deeply. He moved his hand slowly over her ass and the small of her back, rubbing softly in slow circles and soothing the burn.
     
    She rolled onto her back and kissed his mouth, slowly running her fingers through his hair. After a few moments, she sat up and pulled on her shorts and shoes.
     
    "Where are you going," he asked rolling to his side.
     
    "It's my turn to drive," she grinned, still topless. He pulled on his shorts and chased her as she ran up the stairs and onto the deck. The sun was shining brightly as Lizzie grabbed the wheel and Mackenzie poured two more glasses of champagne.

21
     
    Wickes took a guzzle of scotch and slammed his fist on his desk. Sitting back in his chair, he stared intently at a large renaissance portrait across the room. It featured a half naked woman with dark eyes, and he glared at the portrait for several minutes. He took another swig of scotch and grunted as he stood from his chair.
     
    Moving to the portrait, he placed both hands on the frame and lifted it from the wall. Behind it was a small steel safe. He placed his large fingers on the combination dial and nimbly turned it back and forth several times. He paused for a moment, and then pulled hard on a lever next to the dial. The heavy steel door of the safe smoothly glided open. Wickes stared motionless for a moment, viewing the contents.
     
    Inside was a large black folder and a .38 revolver. Wickes reached into the safe and took both items. He replaced the painting, and placed the items on his desk. Collapsing in his desk chair, he took a long draw of scotch. The alcohol was running through his veins and his face glowed red. He picked up the gun. Studying it for a moment, he opened his desk drawer and placed it carefully inside.
     
    The file folder looked a bit worn. It was black and embossed with gold.
     
    Taking another sip of scotch, he reached for the call button on the intercom. He found the button and released a guttural cough before pressing it.
     
    "Mr. Anderson, could you come in here please?"

22
     
    "Where's Dizzy?" Lizzie asked Mackenzie. He had just pulled up in front of the apartment in a black Mercedes S-Series. Mackenzie smiled as he stepped into the spotless apartment and gave her a kiss on the cheek. In the last few weeks, Lizzie had gone out with Mackenzie almost every night. She had eaten at Pemlilly twice, gone to the symphony, and even had dragged him miniature golfing. Today, Lizzie had spent the entire morning folding Nicole's laundry and washing dishes. Under the clothes, she had found thirty-seven dollars, a handful of Cheerios and an original single o f The Bengals, Walk Like an Egyptian.
     
    She had also found a sundress in Nicole's pile, and didn't feel a bit guilty about borrowing it for the date with Mackenzie. It was one of those unseasonably warm fall days that show up ever so briefly before winter sweeps in with its icy grip.
     
    " I thought we would try something different today," he answered with a