A Demon in Stilettos (5 page)

“From the moment I drove onto your lot, I was straight with you, was I not?”

“Yes.”

“I told you to forfeit your commission and you agreed, right?”

“Well.” He paced nervously beside the car, then stopped and glanced behind him.

Coy placed her hands on her hips. “Now, you want to piss on a totally good customer.”

“No, I didn’t mean to…”

Suddenly, another salesman trotted out to the car. “Nice ride,” he called. “I had a couple looking at it just a few minutes ago. They’ll be right back with the money.”

Coy narrowed her eyes. Cocking her head to one side, she said nothing.

Ted walked off. “Save it, Stan. She ain’t buying the story.”

That evening, Coy drove off in a brand new red Cadillac. The price had been slashed so low, even the dealership owner shook in his boots.

Chapter Five

In the life of Coy VanAlstine, Tuesdays were always girls’ night. Coy often met with Erin and a few other girls from the center. After dinner or a movie, the girls would hang out and ogle men.

When Coy got home she removed her lab coat and searched for something to wear.She flipped through a few clothes hangers.
What’s happened to my clothes? This stuff isn’t fit to wear. I’m taking this stuff to Goodwill first thing in the morning.
Then, she spotted a slinky black dress
. I guess this will have to do, until I can buy something else.
Coy placed the shimmering dress across her chaise.

Then she stepped out of the heels. Immediately, she felt faint. Holding her head, she lowered herself toward the bed.
Oh, my God. I feel terrible. I’d better lie down.
She crawled upon her comforter and eased her head upon a pillow.
Feel like I’m going to pass…

Coy woke up.
What happened?
She stroked her forehead.
What a terrible headache. I thought I was going to lose my mind.
With blurry eyes, she glimpsed the clock.
Oh my, it’s already eight.
She sighed.
I might as well stay home.
Sitting beside the bed, the black stilettos called to her—charming her, lulling her into a sense of dependency.
I guess I could go out for just a little while.

Soon, Coy found herself sitting inside her new car and heading for the restaurant. Without thinking, she turned onto Plato Drive, which was no place near town.
I don’t feel like being around a bunch of petty females. I think I’ll go see that luscious Dr. Johns.
Coy drove until she finally reached the bricked entrance of Robin’s Court Estates. Somehow, her car guided her right up to a lavish two-story home with an immaculate yard.

Through the opened garage, Coy watched Johns close the door to his rented sports car. Realizing he was about to leave, Coy pulled behind him, blocking his exit.

Johns opened his door and got out. He walked right up to Coy’s window. “Well, hello there. Lost, are we?”

Coy rolled up her window, opened the car’s door, then stuck her shapely legs outside the car. After placing her stiletto-clad feet upon the concrete pavement, she stood up. “No. I’m not lost. Looks like I’m just in time. A second later, and you would have been gone.”

Johns ran his gaze over Coy’s tight body, then he scratched his head. “I was going to the store. I’m out of necessities.”

“Really.” She walked over to him, then placed her hand on the shoulder of his large frame. “Let’s go inside. You have something that belongs to me. I came to collect it.”

He elevated his hands. “Whatever it is, I’m sure I took it quite by accident.”

“You may call it whatever you like. I need it to complete my night.”

“Oh,” Johns raised a brow, “Well do come inside.” Like a gentleman, he pointed the way.

Grateful to walk ahead, Coy swung her saucy hips as she moved gracefully toward his front door.Glancing over her shoulder, she discovered Johns was standing idly behind her. Turning slowly, she addressed him. “Do hurry, Doctor. I have things to do.”

Johns shook his head, as if to erase the vision. “Sorry.” He inhaled slowly. “I was enthralled by the fit of your dress. It’s a nice accent for your body.”

Smiling softly Coy admitted, “Thanks. But, I do find clothes confining. Don’t you?”

Walking toward Coy, Johns narrowed his eyes. “They serve their purpose.”

“Most times, I can’t wait to get out of mine. I love being in the nude. I feel so free.”

Johns raised both brows, then shoved his hands into his pockets to get his house key. “After a little investigating, I remembered who you are. You’ve changed, somehow. Since I’ve known you—you’ve been so—for the lack of a better word—coy.”

She ran her hands over her shapely hips and inhaled slowly. “It’s just like mother to hang that name on me, when I’m anything but coy.”

He placed the key in the lock. “I see. But, I’m still a little puzzled. Erin Parks is your buddy, right? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you hanging out with the Chem Chicks.”

“Oh, the Chemist Chicks.” She nodded her head. “I’ve decided they’re shallow and dull. Tonight, I feel like being selfish.”

Stepping ahead of Coy, Johns opened his massive front door and swung it open. “Please. Have a seat. We must discuss these items I’ve stolen from you.”

Coy sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. On her feet, the black stilettos glimmered.“Why are you still standing?”

Johns pointed toward the kitchen with his thumb. “Something to drink—well, ah, I was…”

Patting the sofa, Coy instructed. “Sit.”

Johns lowered his eyes, and then sat down beside Coy. “Sure. What’s on your mind, babe?”

Coy inhaled and deliberately stroked the length of her thigh. “You,” she said, “You please me.”

Johns’ gaze followed the slow movements of her fingers up and down her thighs. “I please you,” he repeated. “So, you’re interested in me as a professional?” he kidded.

“No, Baron. I could care less about what you do, and where you do it. I’m only interested in looking into those deep brown eyes, and messing up that neatly combed hair.”

Closing his eyes blissfully, Johns ran his gaze over her powerful cleavage. “I just might agree.”

Coy uncrossed her legs. “Bring those tender lips to me. I’ve wasted enough time.”

“You don’t need to say it twice.”

Coy placed her lips on his, and he responded with a low groan. The tips of her breasts hardened, while the mouth of her passage salivated, waiting for Johns’ retort. He did not disappoint her. He ran his hands along her thighs massaging them as he traveled upwards. Discovering no undies, he grinned then parted her soft curls. Gently coaxing his fingers, Coy allowed him passage to her steamy core. Feeling her slickness, he moaned, his lips still attached to hers. “You’ve made this so easy for me.”

Using two fingers, he separated her folds, the third he used to toy with her sensitive bud. Though his touches were light, Johns might as well have placed a cattle prod to her. Each touch jolted her body. When he finally slipped inside, she expelled cries of ravished hunger. Treading her wetness, he got a firmer grasp.

With stilettos intact, Coy arched her back, jerking against him.Well placed pulses drove her insane. After tearing herself from his grasp, Coy snatched him toward her. Feeding her tips into his waiting mouth, she trembled. Watching him flick his tongue against them, she tossed her head. He pleasured her breasts, while pinching her throbbing bud simultaneously. Coy was famished beyond all reason. She knew within a few seconds, Johns could end her pleasure.

Pushing him from his labor, Coy undressed her conquest. Surprised to find his shaft hidden against his stomach, Coy yanked away the waistband. Immediately, his cock dropped, bobbing outwards, heavy and low. Seeing his prize, she gasped. “Wow. So this is what you’ve been hiding behind that lab coat.”

“I’m sorry.” He picked up his swollen rod, then drew a line across it with his finger. “I’ll only use half. I promise. I don’t want to bruise you.”

Coy smirked. “That’s thoughtful of you.” Grabbing his large member, she tenderly led him up the stairs. When she found his bedroom, she ushered him toward the king-sized bed. His mast stood firm, and ready to please.

Wearing only the stilettos, Coy stood wide-legged and naked. Visualizing their lovemaking drove her near the edge. Now, she wanted to feel him inside her. Johns’ face was one of surprise as Coy attacked him, placing her lips over his prize.

Closing his eyes tightly, he gnashed his teeth. Greedily, Coy polished him off, ignoring his will. “Extraordinary,” he cried. His tightened his rear, and thrust his hips to feed her more. Within seconds his chest heaved and sweat poured from his brow. “I don’t want you to stop, but you’re too much for me. Let me pleasure you, now. I’ve never seen anyone so turned-on. I doubt I can please you.”

Johns pushed Coy down on the bed. “Shall I remove the shoes?”

Massaging her breasts, Coy shook her head. “They’re a part of me. They give me pleasure.”

“Oh,” Johns raised her shapely leg high in the air, “a shoe fetish?”

Blowing out mounting tension, Coy reached up and grabbed a fist of his hair. “Make love to me, Baron Johns.”

“Ah, role play. I suppose you’re a Baroness.”

“Of course not,” she whimpered. “I’m Duchess VanAlstine. It’s your job to pleasure me. Now, spank me,” she whispered.

Johns bowed his head in a regal manner. “This Baron is at your disposal, my dear Duchess.” Johns grabbed Coy and turned her over. He placed hearty blows upon her rear.

Feeling his jolts, Coy winced, almost crying out from the pain. Hurtful as it was, she didn’t want it to end.

Finally Johns turned her back over. Her thighs were covered with her own cream. He parted them tenderly, then teased her passion engorged bud. ”I’ve never seen anything like you. You’re secreting like a mad woman. I love it. I would have never guessed you had such passion hidden inside you.”

Coy crooned, “Pleasure me, Baron, or you will pay with your miserable life.”

“Ah, dearest Duchess. I will not feel your sting of death. Not tonight.” He shoved his member inside her, and she quelled a scream. Within seconds the magical rhythm of making love, filled the air. Holding his mast at the base, he buried half his member inside her.Periodically, he removed it, slapping it against her throbbing bud. Heightened with pleasure, Coy arched her back, bucking against him.

Feeling her mounting passions, Coy fought against him. Soon it would be too late. She wanted more, and tightened her muscles around him. With his fist around his base, Johns’ shoved his hips with a steady rhythm. The downside of Coy’s needs collided with her brain. Her body tingled and her heart pumped fiercely.

As promised, Johns held back, only using half his might as he buried himself forcefully. Looking upon the torrid shadows of her face he grinned with satisfaction.

Acting as if someone had tied her to the bed, Coy stretched out her hands, receiving his strength. This feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her entire body was afire, there was no doubt an orgasm was near.

Suddenly, passion rocked her entire body with electrical pulses. If Johns shoved his hips once more, she would reel totally out of control. Her forceful jerking was undeniable. As if experiencing the intensity of four powerful orgasms at once, she let out a shrill cry. Her tips felt as if they would burst into flames. Never in her life had she felt such energy. She parted her lips, panting, sweating, her chest heaving under the force.

Painful but delicious shocks crept through her body. Feeling her muscles contracting violently, her mouth flew open and her eyes rolled back in her head. Arching her back to the point of breaking, she was tossed helplessly about, the pressures of strong convulsion erupted inside her again and again.

Looking down on her, Johns covered her lips with his. His act of kindness proved to be a mistake. Her strange passion would eventually cause his demise. Immediately, he thrust, but stopped. Moans of desire swelled deep in his throat.

He seemed to tower above her, his biceps were dripping wet, tight, and trembling.“I’ve gone mad! I…I can’t stop—I have no control.” Stuffing his ragged groans deep into her mouth, his luscious lips quivered.

Suddenly, he bucked destructively, spilling his precious seed. Instantly, Coy’s molten lava consumed his spoils, scorching them to ruins.His muscles trembled and flexed.Expelling a cry as one stricken dead, he fell in a sweltering heap. Suddenly, there was silence.

Chapter Six

The next morning, Coy stretched wonderfully in bed. In the dimness of the room, she gazed at the ceiling, her eyes opened at half moon. Her delicious dream about Lincoln Johns still had her body tingling.The night seemed so realistic that she hardly wanted to wake up. Again, Coy inhaled and stretched. Immediately, her nose caught a familiar scent, the scent of a freshly loved man. She closed her eyes again and rubbed them with closed fist.