章 13: Chapter 13
Damien rang the bell, but when he didn't get an answer, he used the numeric code on the mayor's directions and let himself into the building. He didn't think his landlady was expecting him until tomorrow, so it was entirely possible she wasn't home. The spacious but plain foyer showed two mailboxes. Both had names on them, one of which he recognized as belonging to the owner of the building. He tried his key on that door, and was relieved when it opened.
"Hello," he called out, loudly. No answer. So he moved all the way in. The living area, great room, or whatever clearly occupied about two thirds of the available space, soaring all three stories from front to back of the building. Perfect! The furniture was oversized and comfortable looking, even for someone his size. Rich earth-toned rugs covered the floors and paintings in bright geometric shapes were scattered about the walls. Lush oversized plants bloomed in heavy earthenware pots. Yeah, he could live here.
The other third was sectioned into two separate floors, the upper one supported by heavy steel and concrete pilings. He peeked through open doors on the first story, found an office area and a bathroom, then the kitchen was in the back corner, open to the great room. A wide concrete stairway led to the upper story balcony, which had two doors leading off it. Bedrooms, most likely. From there a spiral stair led to a door that had to open onto the roof.
He wandered up the stairs and realized the rooftop door was ajar. His curiosity aroused, he stepped outside - and into Eden.
How could such a garden be growing on a Philadelphia rooftop - in the middle of winter? There was no breeze and though the air was cool, it was much warmer than it had been down on the street. Lush plant life surrounded him. The garden was softly lit by small glowing lights suspended from the trees and shrubs and glowing orbs set into the ground. From behind a row of shrubs - holly bushes by their waxy leaves and red berries, he heard the sound of running water.
Walking softly, Damien rounded the leafy barrier and stopped dead in his tracks paralyzed by the sight that met his eyes.
What appeared to be a natural stone grotto was tucked into a corner of the roof, almost completely surrounded by shrubs and trees. A hot tub burbled in the stone depression, warm and inviting. But not as inviting as its occupant. Lounging with her head thrown back against the rock, long mahogany hair streaming in the water around her, was the most beautiful woman Damien had ever seen. And she was naked. Beautifully, gloriously naked.
Full, high breasts rode right at the water line, their softness floating just enough on the surface that he could see the silver clamps attached to each of her big, berry-brown nipples. Her hands were both below the water, but he could see her arms moving at the shoulder and he could guess what she was doing by the flush on her cheeks and the soft moans that emerged from her full rosy lips.
She didn't see or hear him approach, so rapt was she in her act of self-pleasure. Damien felt the zipper on his leather pants strain against the sudden expansion of his cock. She was stunning. Riveting. She might possibly not be the most technically beautiful woman he'd met, but gods above, she was the single sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Damien knew what he was doing was a cosmically bad idea. All she had to do was open her eyes, then scream and his life as he knew it would be over. There'd be no more career in law enforcement for a sex-crime offender. And yet he did it anyway. There was simply no way - not in Heaven, not on Earth, damn sure not in Hell - that he could resist the temptation before him. He barely registered stripping off his own shirt and boots, then peeling off the too-tight pants. His fist was wrapped around his aching shaft and stroking hard as he stepped down into the pool.
It was deeper than he'd expected - the water came up to his chest when he stood. The benches were at almost the perfect height - level with his hips. He could see now that the nipple clamps were linked to silver chain weighted down with some sort of bauble. One of her hands below the water was tugging on the chain, making the nipples periodically dip below the surface, then reappear glistening wet. Her other hand cupped her mound, the thumb rubbing circles, presumably on her clit. He could tell she was close to orgasm by the taut tendons of her neck, the jerking of her hips and her fractured little gasps of breath. Somehow his body had decided it was crucially important for it to be his hand on her clit when she came instead of her own. While one hand kept up the pressure on his own engorged cock, his other hand covered hers, then slowly, gently moved it aside to take its place.
She still didn't scream, didn't open her eyes. All she did was moan and lift her pussy to meet his touch. He slid his fingers through soft curls and swollen labia, feeling the slickness of her rich cream that clung to her skin, easing his way even in the warm water.
"Come for me." She moaned again in response to his words. Intent on her pleasure now, Damien let go of his erection and moved his other hand to cup her breast. When she whispered the word "Yes," he removed the silver clamp on that side and set his mouth to the pebbled nipple instead. He drew it into his mouth, drinking deeply of her sweetness. His fingers flicked fast and hard against her erect little clit. "Now, cherie," he urged. "Let go and fly."
She cried out and bucked against his hand, driving her breast even further into his mouth. Her pulsing mound ground forcefully against his hand as she came. And came. And came. Her juices poured around his fingers, mingling with the water of the spa. Damien stepped between her splayed thighs and gentled his touch, bringing her down softly. His lips and tongue soothed her breast.
"Beautiful."
He bent and slipped the vibrator out of her vagina and set it on the shelf beside her shoulder. He was just leaning over her, intent on tasting her lips, when she opened her eyes and shrieked.
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