GUESS WHO PROMPT
TITLE: "GUESS WHO"
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: GOREN/ROSS/RODGERS/NICHOLS
RATING: NC-17 ►EXPLICIT LANGUAGE ►EXPLICIT SEX►BONDAGE S&M
A/N: CONTINUATION OF "THE CHOSEN ONE"
BETA: ITHACA-BACK AGAIN (COME HOME B.)
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. YOUR CHARACTERS/MY WORDS. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE.
She woke from a dreamless sleep, thanks mostly to the man wrapped around her. Slipping out of bed she took care of her needs and stared into the mirror wondering what he saw in her. She was five years older, no great beauty. But she had good bone structure and good skin and considered a genius with her hands and in her field. That didn’t usually attract a man. But had she attracted him or sexually blitzed him.
If it were the sex then she’d use that to give him time to appreciate her other attributes. She paused realizing she’d made HER choice. Creaming her skin she closed her eyes imagining his hands on her breasts. Wow! She’d made her choice. Goren was once a true lady’s man and nothing made a better partner than a reformed rake.
She slid into bed with determination. Need clawed through her body. She squeezed his cock before lapping his nipples, first one then the other bringing them to sharp points. He moaned in his sleep. His shaft thickened and elongated in her hand as she trailed a tongue down his belly. When she reached his erection she stopped and stared unable to help herself he was so thick and long.
Unable to deny the fierce desire to taste him any longer she licked the head of his cock. One hand grasped the base of his shaft, the other his testicles--fingers exploring him.
Her mouth watered. Liz couldn’t stand the wait any longer.
She groaned with anticipation then closed her mouth around his cock. Took as much of his length as she could.
“LIZ!”
Bobby threaded his fingers through her hair gripping as she explored his length with her tongue. She felt the tension running through him, the need to thrust and the determination not to.
His taste was exquisite. Her tongue tantalizing his length as she sucked. A groan and he was lost to her and pumping into her mouth no longer careful as passion overtook him. She could feel his pleasure and it just made her suck him harder. She needed him to come. Needed to swallow his seed, and just as his balls swelled heralding their impending release, Bobby grasped her under her arms and lifted her over his cock She slid easily onto it taking him into her heated moistness.
Pissed at being denied…yet again, she put her fury into riding her stallion into submission.
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Liz lay nestled on his shoulder her body well-sated. Bobby’s left hand playing with her breasts. Squeezing the lower half so the upper undulated like Jell-O, delighting him. Stroking her flat nipple to bring it to attention.
“Why do you do that?”
“I enjoy your breasts.”
“NO. Stop me from sucking your cock,”
“Most women don’t enjoy it. They suck it to reciprocate, but don’t enjoy the taste. They either stop before I come or if I come they rush to the bathroom to spit it out and use half my mouthwash.”
“I enjoy your taste. I think you being heterosexual find the idea of a man’s come disgusting just as I find the idea of my face smeared with a woman’s.”
“This is not up for discussion.” His lips closed over a peaked tip and suckled gently.
“And while I’ve got you stirred up, why haven’t you asked me to--you’re being a breast man.”
“Only since you, lover.”
“Why not?”
He raised ahead with a growl at being disturbed, “Ask you for what, Liz?”
“To fuck them.”
Agitated Bobby rolled back, “We’re not nineteen.”
“You wouldn’t enjoy it.”
“Oh I’d enjoy, but I respect you too much to put you in that position.”
“I guess a discussion of anal sex or spanking is out of the question?”
“YES.”
“I have no say in any of this?”
“No.” he shut his eyes--subjects closed.
Sometimes Goren was too protective. She’d need to think about this. Turning on her side, she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her placing his big hand over its usual spot on her breast. After a few moments he began gently squeezing and teasing.
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Mary woke to bright lights and confusion. She shut her eyes as memories flooded back. She’d stayed late to finish some work. Then hurried, her arms filled with the flowers the Captain had given her. When a car pulled beside her; it was one of the Major Case detectives offering her a ride. Thinking of the subway crush and her flowers, she decided. Called Ben then got in with a “Thanks”; remembered bending over to put the flowers in the floorboard; remembered the sting in her neck and nothing more.
Opening her eyes she blinked her hands and arms were elaborately tied and knotted straight up from her shoulders with thick rope. She raised her head and found she was nude on a cold white. marble slab. Her legs were pulled wide and a restraint over each knee, feet dangling. She blushed as she realized she’d been shaved. Looking around her budding fear turned to full-blown terror. Her fiancée and she had thought they were daring; tryied a little playful spanking. But this--straps, whips, crops, dildos, vibrators, and things she could only imagine their use, hung on the walls.
She tried to force the ball gag from her mouth and nearly lost her breath in panic as tears nearly strangled her.
She heard the turn of machinery and his voice, “Guess Who? Time to play.”
He raped her, ravaged her breasts with his teeth biting and crushing and when she fainted; he used pain from a crop on her tender belly to rouse her.
Jim untied her knees and flipped her. Pain ripped through her left shoulder. She’d lost all courage as he sodomized her, she laid limply. Blessedly he stopped; so she was unprepared for the full force of the paddle across her ass. She screamed against the gag with each hard swat and there were twenty--she’d counted. He rammed back between her ass cheeks and this time she fought--the hair on his groin felt like needles and the heat from his groin fired her blistered ass.
He was delighted and once finished told her that her fiancée had been a lucky man--she was a magnificent fuck. Too bad she was going to miss her wedding day on Sunday. He used rope to elaborately tie her ankles and easily bent her back to hook her ankles to her hands. He chose and turned on two of his favorite vibrators made for pain; shoving one in her vagina the other through her anus then used duct tape across her blistered ass to the wounds on her belly to hold them place.
She was unconscious by the time he clipped weights to her nipples then left her alone with a swoosh of the hidden door.
►►
Sunlight woke them at seven. As per their morning routine they used the shower in the guest bedroom. Liz discovered why the first morning after they bathed each other.
Bobby pushed her against the wall, lifted her right leg over his shoulder and while she used his hair for support kissed the inside of each thigh before attacking her core with his mouth teeth and tongue then replaced them with fingers and moved to her clit. She was screaming his name as she shattered into a million pieces of colored glass; while Goren’s phone danced around on the kitchen table.
He never let her reciprocate but allowed her to soap her hands and stroke him until he came onto the floor of the shower.
She slid out while he washed off to dry finishing in time for him to massage her cream into her breasts. She left him blow-drying his hair and beard to get dressed.
She picked up the ringing phone “ROSS” displayed, sighed and carried him the phone.
She could hear from two feet away that Ross was hysterical.
“Captain, I can’t understand you. Calm down and speak slower.” Bobby listened. Snapped the phone shut. “I need to go. Can you call your guards?”
“Do they need an M.E.?”
“Liz, you’ve been through a lot…”
“Goren, I can do my fucking job. Don’t, just don’t you insult me thinking I can’t.”
He grabbed her arm halting her departure and turning her to face him. "I’m not worried about the fucking job. I’m worried about you.”
Her face softened her hands surrounded his face. “I adore you.” Kissed softly his surprised lips. “I’ll be fine.”
►►►
“If that moron she’d living with hadn’t come out for the paper; one of my sons would have found her.”
The body was wrapped, only this time she was set in the corner of the porch, her ribbon tied around her ankles and shoulders; folded back to reveal her head--blood poured over her head.
Liz hovered over her corpse issuing instructions.
“Danny?” the voiced whined from the little curly haired blonde from accounting, “I need to get home. I need to work”
Bobby whirled toward the voice then at Liz.
“I’m fine,” she mouthed and turned back to work.
Nichols sauntered up eying the twenty-something blonde.
Bobby thumbed toward Ross, “His not mine. Corpse matches the photo of our party girl.
Ross’ phone rang after moment he paled further.
Came towards the two detectives, “Rawling...he’s got Mary. Her fiancée she didn’t come home. Called him to say one of the detectives was bringing her home. Jim Rawlings. He’s got Mary because the Chief Of Detectives decided to hold off bringing bad publicity down on Major Case. Goren--Nichols you’ve got to find her.
♥♥♥
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: GOREN/ROSS/RODGERS/NICHOLS
RATING: NC-17 ►EXPLICIT LANGUAGE ►EXPLICIT SEX►BONDAGE S&M
A/N: CONTINUATION OF "THE CHOSEN ONE"
BETA: ITHACA-BACK AGAIN (COME HOME B.)
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. YOUR CHARACTERS/MY WORDS. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE.
She woke from a dreamless sleep, thanks mostly to the man wrapped around her. Slipping out of bed she took care of her needs and stared into the mirror wondering what he saw in her. She was five years older, no great beauty. But she had good bone structure and good skin and considered a genius with her hands and in her field. That didn’t usually attract a man. But had she attracted him or sexually blitzed him.
If it were the sex then she’d use that to give him time to appreciate her other attributes. She paused realizing she’d made HER choice. Creaming her skin she closed her eyes imagining his hands on her breasts. Wow! She’d made her choice. Goren was once a true lady’s man and nothing made a better partner than a reformed rake.
She slid into bed with determination. Need clawed through her body. She squeezed his cock before lapping his nipples, first one then the other bringing them to sharp points. He moaned in his sleep. His shaft thickened and elongated in her hand as she trailed a tongue down his belly. When she reached his erection she stopped and stared unable to help herself he was so thick and long.
Unable to deny the fierce desire to taste him any longer she licked the head of his cock. One hand grasped the base of his shaft, the other his testicles--fingers exploring him.
Her mouth watered. Liz couldn’t stand the wait any longer.
She groaned with anticipation then closed her mouth around his cock. Took as much of his length as she could.
“LIZ!”
Bobby threaded his fingers through her hair gripping as she explored his length with her tongue. She felt the tension running through him, the need to thrust and the determination not to.
His taste was exquisite. Her tongue tantalizing his length as she sucked. A groan and he was lost to her and pumping into her mouth no longer careful as passion overtook him. She could feel his pleasure and it just made her suck him harder. She needed him to come. Needed to swallow his seed, and just as his balls swelled heralding their impending release, Bobby grasped her under her arms and lifted her over his cock She slid easily onto it taking him into her heated moistness.
Pissed at being denied…yet again, she put her fury into riding her stallion into submission.
►
Liz lay nestled on his shoulder her body well-sated. Bobby’s left hand playing with her breasts. Squeezing the lower half so the upper undulated like Jell-O, delighting him. Stroking her flat nipple to bring it to attention.
“Why do you do that?”
“I enjoy your breasts.”
“NO. Stop me from sucking your cock,”
“Most women don’t enjoy it. They suck it to reciprocate, but don’t enjoy the taste. They either stop before I come or if I come they rush to the bathroom to spit it out and use half my mouthwash.”
“I enjoy your taste. I think you being heterosexual find the idea of a man’s come disgusting just as I find the idea of my face smeared with a woman’s.”
“This is not up for discussion.” His lips closed over a peaked tip and suckled gently.
“And while I’ve got you stirred up, why haven’t you asked me to--you’re being a breast man.”
“Only since you, lover.”
“Why not?”
He raised ahead with a growl at being disturbed, “Ask you for what, Liz?”
“To fuck them.”
Agitated Bobby rolled back, “We’re not nineteen.”
“You wouldn’t enjoy it.”
“Oh I’d enjoy, but I respect you too much to put you in that position.”
“I guess a discussion of anal sex or spanking is out of the question?”
“YES.”
“I have no say in any of this?”
“No.” he shut his eyes--subjects closed.
Sometimes Goren was too protective. She’d need to think about this. Turning on her side, she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her placing his big hand over its usual spot on her breast. After a few moments he began gently squeezing and teasing.
►►
Mary woke to bright lights and confusion. She shut her eyes as memories flooded back. She’d stayed late to finish some work. Then hurried, her arms filled with the flowers the Captain had given her. When a car pulled beside her; it was one of the Major Case detectives offering her a ride. Thinking of the subway crush and her flowers, she decided. Called Ben then got in with a “Thanks”; remembered bending over to put the flowers in the floorboard; remembered the sting in her neck and nothing more.
Opening her eyes she blinked her hands and arms were elaborately tied and knotted straight up from her shoulders with thick rope. She raised her head and found she was nude on a cold white. marble slab. Her legs were pulled wide and a restraint over each knee, feet dangling. She blushed as she realized she’d been shaved. Looking around her budding fear turned to full-blown terror. Her fiancée and she had thought they were daring; tryied a little playful spanking. But this--straps, whips, crops, dildos, vibrators, and things she could only imagine their use, hung on the walls.
She tried to force the ball gag from her mouth and nearly lost her breath in panic as tears nearly strangled her.
She heard the turn of machinery and his voice, “Guess Who? Time to play.”
He raped her, ravaged her breasts with his teeth biting and crushing and when she fainted; he used pain from a crop on her tender belly to rouse her.
Jim untied her knees and flipped her. Pain ripped through her left shoulder. She’d lost all courage as he sodomized her, she laid limply. Blessedly he stopped; so she was unprepared for the full force of the paddle across her ass. She screamed against the gag with each hard swat and there were twenty--she’d counted. He rammed back between her ass cheeks and this time she fought--the hair on his groin felt like needles and the heat from his groin fired her blistered ass.
He was delighted and once finished told her that her fiancée had been a lucky man--she was a magnificent fuck. Too bad she was going to miss her wedding day on Sunday. He used rope to elaborately tie her ankles and easily bent her back to hook her ankles to her hands. He chose and turned on two of his favorite vibrators made for pain; shoving one in her vagina the other through her anus then used duct tape across her blistered ass to the wounds on her belly to hold them place.
She was unconscious by the time he clipped weights to her nipples then left her alone with a swoosh of the hidden door.
►►
Sunlight woke them at seven. As per their morning routine they used the shower in the guest bedroom. Liz discovered why the first morning after they bathed each other.
Bobby pushed her against the wall, lifted her right leg over his shoulder and while she used his hair for support kissed the inside of each thigh before attacking her core with his mouth teeth and tongue then replaced them with fingers and moved to her clit. She was screaming his name as she shattered into a million pieces of colored glass; while Goren’s phone danced around on the kitchen table.
He never let her reciprocate but allowed her to soap her hands and stroke him until he came onto the floor of the shower.
She slid out while he washed off to dry finishing in time for him to massage her cream into her breasts. She left him blow-drying his hair and beard to get dressed.
She picked up the ringing phone “ROSS” displayed, sighed and carried him the phone.
She could hear from two feet away that Ross was hysterical.
“Captain, I can’t understand you. Calm down and speak slower.” Bobby listened. Snapped the phone shut. “I need to go. Can you call your guards?”
“Do they need an M.E.?”
“Liz, you’ve been through a lot…”
“Goren, I can do my fucking job. Don’t, just don’t you insult me thinking I can’t.”
He grabbed her arm halting her departure and turning her to face him. "I’m not worried about the fucking job. I’m worried about you.”
Her face softened her hands surrounded his face. “I adore you.” Kissed softly his surprised lips. “I’ll be fine.”
►►►
“If that moron she’d living with hadn’t come out for the paper; one of my sons would have found her.”
The body was wrapped, only this time she was set in the corner of the porch, her ribbon tied around her ankles and shoulders; folded back to reveal her head--blood poured over her head.
Liz hovered over her corpse issuing instructions.
“Danny?” the voiced whined from the little curly haired blonde from accounting, “I need to get home. I need to work”
Bobby whirled toward the voice then at Liz.
“I’m fine,” she mouthed and turned back to work.
Nichols sauntered up eying the twenty-something blonde.
Bobby thumbed toward Ross, “His not mine. Corpse matches the photo of our party girl.
Ross’ phone rang after moment he paled further.
Came towards the two detectives, “Rawling...he’s got Mary. Her fiancée she didn’t come home. Called him to say one of the detectives was bringing her home. Jim Rawlings. He’s got Mary because the Chief Of Detectives decided to hold off bringing bad publicity down on Major Case. Goren--Nichols you’ve got to find her.
♥♥♥