No response.
The cabbie looked at me and my unconscious companion with trepidation. He must have been new on the job.
I slapped Jonesy. "Wake the fuck up. Where do you live?"
Eyes still closed, he mumbled an address.
The cabbie said he knew it and took off, no doubt fearing the same rough treatment if he were to falter.
After I dumped Jonesy unceremoniously inside his front door, I went back to the waiting cab and gave Evan's address. She wasn't getting away so easily.
I knew she'd been avoiding me, not visiting the Docket Call even once the whole week. Wood was amused and also a hair disappointed at her sudden shyness. He kept saying I'd scared her away. I knew that wasn't true. Evan didn't strike me as the type of woman who acted out of fear, and she certainly didn't fear me. She wanted more of what I'd given her, but didn't want to ask for it. That wasn't a problem. I would give her what she wanted, what she needed. No requests necessary.
The cabbie dropped me off at her building. I buzzed the intercom and waited as the doorman gave me the eye.
"Yes?" Her voice was tinny, distant, but I already knew her sound.
"It's Lincoln."
"You and Jonesy sort out your differences, did you?"
I could tell that she'd skipped the Chinese and gone straight to a liquid diet. "Something like that. Can I come up?"
"Is Jonesy with you? Did you bring oil?"
I guffawed. What the hell, woman? "Pardon me?"
She sighed. "Come on up."
After the brief elevator ride, I entered her penthouse, seeing the living room clearly for the first time. Dark furniture, cozy, with warm lighting. The huge windows gave a great view of neighboring buildings and the moon above. I wondered if people outside could see in, though I didn't really care. Some people would find it a turn-on, that others could see them. My demon was darker than that.
She walked in from the kitchen, a glass of red wine in each hand. Her skirt was gone. She wore the same button-up shirt she'd had on earlier, but now it was loose. It fell to the tops of her thighs, hiding what I wanted to see. She was a half-dressed temptress who made me hard enough to hurt.
Low music played in the background. Some sort of classical. Nothing I recognized. I kicked my shoes off, removed my suit coat, and threw it over the back of the nearest chair along with my tie. Unbuttoning my stiff collar always felt so good at the end of the day. But I wanted something even more freeing.
She walked to me and handed me a glass. I accepted it, never taking my eyes from her. I had played with her the last time, but only a little. This time, I wanted the whole game. My violence earlier with Jonesy had just been an appetizer.
I took the wineglasses, hers still half full, and set them on the bar.
"Wha-"
I moved back to her before she could finish her question. I wrenched her wrist up behind her back and turned her around.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was breathy. Turned on.
"Giving you what you deserve."
I pushed her forward over a chairback. I held her wrist with one hand and unbuttoned my pants with the other. My cock was straining to free itself from my boxers, pushing toward the silky fabric separating it from Evan's tight pussy.
I pushed against her, my tip slipping along her ass and against that small triangle of fabric. She made a small sound.
"Scared, angel?"
She tensed her back, lifted from the chair, and craned her head around. Those blue eyes pinned me. "You'll have to do better than that."
Jesus fucking Christ, this woman.
I yanked her back to me, ignoring her cry. I let her wrist go and stripped her shirt from her, then her bra, and finally her panties. She stood before me naked and beautiful. Her breath came in shallow pants as her eyes lingered on my cock. I didn't think I could get harder, but I did. She licked her lips.
"Down," I said.
She gave me a defiant stare. Hot. I fisted her hair and pulled until I knew it hurt, knew the pinpricks of pain along her scalp were almost unbearable. She knelt, but kept her eyes up, watching me. Good.
"Remember what you said to me at the arraignment? How you teased me until my balls turned an interesting shade of blue? Now, angel, you are going to suck my cock until you choke, and then you are going to do it some more."
Still the defiant stare, but she put her hands on my thighs. Her mouth turned into a thin line. She was challenging me, and fuck did it turn me on.
I put both hands in her hair, letting the red strands fall over my scarred knuckles. I clutched her and pulled her face to my cock. I teased the tip at her lips. She didn't open her mouth. Her nails dug into my thighs, telling me she wanted my cock but wouldn't give in unless I made her.