Chapter 2

He was dozing off in his reclining seat after his second drink, when a pleasant feminine voice trilled into his ear, "Are you enjoying the flight?"

For a moment, he thought it was the stewardess, but in a flash, his computer-like mind recognized it from out of the past. He visualized the voices' owner, the gorgeous Lee Fair. Place: San Bernadino, Time: three years ago. He had been practicing as Dr. Jason Embry.

He cursed the luck that brought an old flame on the same plane with him. It seemed that he always had to have an Achilles heel, that he could never really leave his past behind without a trace. A born actor, he turned to the attractive girl who was leaning over the empty seat beside him and said, "Hello, Lee darling...."

And when he saw her, he was almost happy about it. Three years, but she had not changed except to become more beautiful. Three years. That would make her twenty-seven now. At twenty-four, Lee Farr had been a brunette beauty. Now she was an even more ravishing redhead. She had evidently done well for herself because her simple, basic black traveling dress spoke of an expensive, exclusive original at the very least.

From where he sat, he could not see her legs but he knew they were sexy. It had been her legs that trapped him from the beginning. There was something about them; slim, lovely, of course; but something more. Possibly a personal affinity because he'd had a compulsion to investigate further.

And even though Lee was far from being a tramp or a pushover, the investigation came quickly and was quite complete.

He contemplated her radiant smile as she answered, "Hello, Jason, darling. I've been admiring you from three seats back and you know Lee, she always had a crush on you."

"Of course." He knew Lee very well. He knew her tenacity-a bad trait of hers that forced him into three separate attempts to get clear of her before he actually escaped.

"You haven't asked me to sit down, darling."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just overwhelmed."

"I'm sure you were."

"Do sit down, precious. We have more than three hours before we land. You can brief me on how things have been for you. Prosperous, I'm sure."

She sat down and the aura that had been the magnet before again reached out to grip him. Lee had been the only woman he automatically saw naked no matter how she was dressed.

He remembered that first time. He'd watched her cross the room at the cocktail party and he'd had an instant physical reaction. Others saw her in a crimson, tight-fitting gown, but he beheld a naked woman with ankles blending into gorgeously contoured calves; knees that twinkled when she walked; and an ass that took his breath away.

Naked. Walking across the room toward him. And he knew he had to fuck her.

He'd actually wondered if it was love at first sight, a ridiculous idea like that, so forcefully did strike him.

And it had evidently been mutual because within two hours she had really been naked in his arms and he'd had one of the most thrilling frigging experiences of his life.

This had disturbed him. A realist who lived, so to speak, off the emotions of others, he resented his own emotions asserting any control over him whatsoever.

So, regardless of Lee's hump-appeal, he could have walked away if the decision had been left to him.

But Lee was-Lee. She had ideas of her own. Somewhat more of a sensualist that he, Lee had never found a man with a prick that was so satisfying, and she did not want to part with it.

Thus, it had taken him six months to get clear of her. He'd finally slipped out the back door of a San Diego hotel-regretful, because his compulsion for freedom was taken him away from the best and hottest piece of ass he'd ever found.

But Lee was too polished and sophisticated to refer to any of this except in terms of lip-licking indirection. She said, "Oh, yes, darling. My instincts for survival came to my aid on the dreadful day I found nothing but your empty pajamas on your bed."

"I regretted the necessity of that-ah, hurried trip," he muttered.

"I understood," she said sweetly. "By the way, what name are you using now?"

He was not the least offended.

"As a matter-of-fact, I haven't one at the moment."

"How interesting!"

"Any suggestions?"

"How about, Skippy?"

"Redly, my dear!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Skippy didn't run from anything. Who was it who got famous by going out the back door?"

"It doesn't necessarily apply. You'd be surprised how difficult it was for me to leave on such short notice."

It had been difficult. Keenly aware now, of the lush, voluptuous body pressed against his own, he was beginning to wonder how he'd been able to tear himself away from Lee.

He wondered that even as he began arranging for his escape from this accidental meeting.

"Wonderful to see you," he said heartly. "And I'm desolated that we won't have much time together. I'm only in for a few days or two. I'm gathering some material for a book I've been asked to write on-"

"That's too bad."

He didn't like her smug, confident tone. "Several tunes lately, I've thought of trying to get in touch with you. I really have, Lee."

"So sweet of you," she purred.

"This of course makes the effort unnecessary. Why don't we make arrangements to meet somewhere next week? What are your plans?"

Lee did not answer directly. Instead, she took a folded newspaper from beneath the bag in her lap. "I felt like stretching my legs before the flight darling, and I bought a newspaper. And it depressed me-it really did."

He knew what was coming but he asked the question anyhow. "What depressed you, Lee?"

"A story on page one. A girl jumped from a hotel window, it seems. Tragic. She was with a man, one of those sordid hump-affairs, no doubt."

"No doubt," he agreed stoically.

"But strangest of all was the man's hallucination. He claimed there was a second man in the room. A Doctor Kirby. A hypnotist. Now, isn't that the most amazing coincidence you ever heard of?"

"I don't follow you."

"It seemed so strange that this nonexistent second man was in the same line of work as you."

"Okay," he sighed. "I guess I'm to assume that on the strength of this amazing coincidence, our destinies will run together for awhile?"

"I don't particularly care for that "A while," darling.

Why can't it be permanent?"

"Blackmail, my dear, is a poor foundation for permanent relationships."

"On the contrary, sweet. It can be a very solid foundation."

He pondered for a few moments. Then his next question came, but it was without rancor or hostility. It was merely for the clarification of a point that bothered him.

"Lee, why me?"

Her knee was pressing unashamedly, against his. She was leaning casually close to him, breathing in his face.

"I don't understand you, darling."

"You understand, but I'll explain any how. I'm a very ordinary man approaching middle age. I have no prospects. As a matter of truth, I can land in jail anytime my foot slips. On the other hand, you're beautiful, talented, alluring. You can have any man you want. The young ones. The vital ones. The rich ones. So I repeat, why me?"

"You slip over your virtues so smoothly my dear. One would think you were ashamed of them. The truth of the matter is that any woman would give her eyeteeth to get you. But so far as I'm concerned, there's more."

"More?"

"As if you don't know. You're the only man I ever met whose cock can make me go crazy in bed. So that may be the deciding factor."

"I'm flattered."

"I really don't care whether you're flattered or not, darling. We're going to get off this plane and go to a hotel and undress and fuck each other silly!"

"It isn't at all necessary to phrase that as an order. "I'm quite willing to admit that right this minute I need you so bad my teeth ache."

"A good dentist might-"

"If you think I'd stoop to getting laid in a dentist's chair, sweetie-"

"You have a dirty mind."

"Yes, isn't it wonderful?"

There was something about Lee that made him feel young and irresponsible. And so long as conditions permitted his ego this feeling, there was no reason he shouldn't relax and enjoy it.

She gripped his wrist. "The old frigging fire is still there darling. Tell me, what is that exciting element in you?"

"Discipline. Pure discipline. If more people practiced it, the world would be a better place to live in."

She laughed throatily. "But you're a plain scoundrel. How do you rationalize that?"

"A disciplined scoundrel. There is a difference...."

They checked into the Logan Airport Motel as Dr. and Mrs. Ralph Ramey and the bellboy who escorted them to a suite was visibly impressed. He took the dollar tip, and tried to memorize Lee's legs and ass as he left.

And Lee proved, the instant the door closed, that she too had been able to practice her own brand of discipline. An observer, from the moment she'd spotted the aristocratic-looking man on the plane up to that precise moment, would have detected only an amused affection in her manner. Ralph Ramey could have been a casual friend.

But the instant the door closed, she whirled and went into his arms and pulled his head down and found his mouth.

"Now! Now, you rat! Make it up to me! You're the only one who could ever make my pussy happy!"

He was happy and dismayed by this outburst. Happy because there was only one Lee on earth. Dismayed because it would be harder than ever to get rid of her. Also, it frightened him that a simple physical attraction for his style of fucking could make a woman so tenacious.

He dismissed the latter thought in favor of the first one, and allowed the thing of the moment to predominate. After kissing her, he pushed her away from him and began unbuttoning her blouse. She stood quiet, but trembling, with her eyes closed.

"Your tits are as wonderful as ever, Lee."

"Hurry."

He removed her blouse unsnapped her bra and threw both garments on the bed. Her breasts were as he remembered them. Large and golden as was the rest of her body, the nipples generous. He caressed them gently, then unzipped her skirt and let it fall. There was a blue half-slip that he pushed down and she stepped out of it.

But now, instead of going ahead with the rest of her garments, he began teasing her. Bending down, he ran the tip of a finger along either leg from the ankles, along the calves, and in tantalizing circles around her taut asscheeks.

She stood there with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted.

"Discipline, my sweet," he murmured into her ear. And in a way, this was a revenge for him. He was punishing her for again attaching herself to him.

"In one minute I'll grab your cock and you'll get some discipline yourself," she hissed.

He was glad she had warned him. He remembered the heights to which her fuck-frenzy could drive her. Once, in a wild moment, she had turned on him, had taken an iron grip on his balls and made him get down on his knees and beg for release.

He drew her close with the pressure of his arms and set his fists, like claws, into the flesh of her asscheeks. Her body jerked forward. Her eyes opened suddenly but more from fear than pain.

"You do that to me, you rat, and I'll cripple you! I honestly will!" she hissed.

He smiled wickedly at her. There was more than a touch of evil in his smile. The fact that she knew what he had in mind-that he intended to take advantage of her by fucking her in the way he knew she hated most-made the episode ever more attractive to him. He decided to have a little fun with her before he actually carried through the act which was so offensive to her. He stroked the plump cheek of her ass lightly once more, watching with glee as her facial expression registered almost horrified distaste.

"You wouldn't!" she cried. She tried to bite him, but with one hand, he pushed her face so hard against his chest that she could not grip him with her teeth.

He smiled again, viciously. "Well, sweetheart, I might-I just might. But not now."

His hand moved on to her clitoris occupations calculated to give her pleasure, not disgust or pain.

Her response was instantaneous. She stopped trying to bite him, her mind now occupied with her own twat-reactions. He allowed her to turn her face away from his chest in order to breathe. Great gasps of air were needed, now, to furnish energy for her violent emotional responses.

Gritting her teeth, she began to curse him and to urge him on in a stream of ecstatic epithets.

"Go! Go! You filthy, rotten-Oh, yes! More-like that! You lousy cunt-lapper!"

Her cries went on as she twisted in his grip, her cunt's delight mounting with her violent words.

Then, he felt her body tighten against his in the quick ecstasy of a fast, unexpected orgasm.

"Oh, oh-" she shrilled. "Ye-es!"

He felt her knees go weak and knew that if he released his hold, she would fall to the floor.

He held her thus, totally a captive in his strong, encircling arms, while she shuddered through the delicious moments of her "come" pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, her lovely mouth working convulsively, her low voice making little moans and cries of happiness.

Then, when she was a mass of quivering nerve-ends, he pushed her toward the bed. He put one hand squarely on the two pink mounds of her asscheeks and shoved. The meaning of his gesture was unmistakable, he was going to shove his cock up her asshole!

"No!" she screamed. "You louse! You said you wouldn't!"

"I said, not then. Now that you've had your pleasure, sweetheart, I want mine." He chuckled to himself. He knew Lee inside out, and he knew that putting his prick in her rectum was something she hated most of all-but he also knew that deep within her, although she could never admit it to herself, she enjoyed the degradation which he was about to inflict her.

She began fighting with what strength she had left-battling in panic against what would essentially be a rape of her anus. But this was what he wanted.

His grin was cold and mirthless as he forced her down on the bed, ass upwards. She tried desperately to protect herself, or to claw him-anything to escape the punishment of his enormous cock reaming out her asshole.

He had put one hand over her mouth to stifle the first scream and was handicapped for that reason. But he used his body to good advantage in imprisoning her. She fell forward on her elbows and pressed her face into the pillow.

Knowing this was sheer torture, he shoved the head of his cock slowly into her tight rectum, getting all the sadistic vengeance he could. Her gaspings told him she was suffering-almost more than she could bear.

But he increased in ferocity as he shoved his prick in up to the very hilt, and began fucking her anus.

As he approached his own orgasm, her arms jerked convulsively. He released her mouth, knowing she would not scream now.

He groaned as he shot jet after jet of his hot, white scum up her asshole....

Her mouth opened and her tongue was a desperate pink snake as it circled her lips and seemed to be trying to jump out of her mouth.

Weakly, she clawed at the pillow, still hating what he had done to her, still hating him for frigging her asshole, but defeated now.

She lay limp, exhausted by the relentless frigging cock in her anus that had torn her nerves to pieces. Her eyes were closed and her body heaved with long gasps as he rolled away and lay panting by her side.

There was a long minute of silence before she spoke. "You rat. I remember when you shoved your cock up my asshole the first time."

"It was an accidental discovery."

"We always enjoy hurting each other," she mused.

"That's always a component of a good relationship."

"Someday I'll probably kill you."

"You tried that once, too."

"Not seriously. That was when you said that I want men to degrade me."

"You do. That's a compulsion you have. You want to be defiled."

"And you've accommodated me. In about every way you could think of."

"And you've loved every minute."

"But only with you."

"That's nonsense," he said complacently. "A woman says that to every man she fucks with."

"You're the only man I ever really gave myself to."

"What did you do with other men, read bedtime stories?"

She was no longer angry with him. Her hand was fondling his cock gently.

"You're no good," she said, but more cheerfully now. "Once you said I was one of those bitches who like to be degraded by men."

"I did?"

"You and your psychology. You cited as proof a couple of jams I've gotten into. Sheer accidental situations."

"As accidental as sunrise. Your ego knows what it wants and steers you to it. The bilge about accident nothing but excuses."

"It was pure accident that time I-"

"Sure-select your own incident."

"You pick one then. For some stupid reason, I told you just about everything that ever happened to me."

"All right. The time you allowed three men to give you a lift back to town from the resort."

"You're calling that intentional?"

"Did they tie you up and throw you into the car?"

"You're telling me that my ego pointed them out and told me to go with them because I'd get into trouble?"

"Your ego does things step by step. Its first job, in order to get what it wants, is to put you into the right situation. With men. Maybe they're gentlemen, but if they are, your ego calls it the breaks of the game."

"The breaks of the game, indeed!"

"Your ego would then be patient and await another chance."

"You're mad, you're rationalizing yourself-trying to make one of my experiences fit your pompous pattern!"

"Be realistic, Lee."

"Well, if you don't think that experience was realistic! I told you what I had to do to get back into town. Those boys had a field day! I had to fuck the three of them and I earned every inch of that trip!"

Suddenly, she laughed. This was one of the things that fascinated Ramey. Her mood could change so quickly. She had been angry during the early part of this particular discussion. Now she was suddenly gay and almost childlike in spirit.

"And how I fucked on that trip!" she laughed.

"But your ego was still happy, even if you weren't. It was being degraded. You were stripped. You were forced to your knees and made to give the three of them blow-jobs. You could not have been more thoroughly degraded under any circumstances, and that ties in perfectly with your ego hate-pattern."

She rolled over on the bed. "Oh, it does, does, it?"

"Well, how's this for degrading myself? Begging a man, like a tramp. Begging for some real, honest fucking?"

He kissed her. "This sort of degradation I like," he said.

Lee's tongue began searching his mouth her pebble-hard nipples pressed against him. She began to sigh. Her tongue slipped from his mouth, slid across his cheek, and found his ear.

"That's sneaky," he said.

She laughed. When she spoke her voice was husky. "Darling, my cunt's hot and ready, fuck me! Make love to me! Make me yours!"

"Mmmm-mmmm, with pleasure."

As he ran his hands over her beautiful tits, he realized how much this redhead meant to him....

He kept on caressing her soft, full breasts and could feel their nipples jut and harden between his thumb and forefinger. A shudder went through Lee as he touched each nipple in turn.

"Darling, Ralph," Lee pleaded, "how about being a little conventional with me?"

In answer, Ralph grasped her shoulders and drew her down on the bed. He swung over on his elbows and felt her breasts flatten against his chest, her thighs and buttocks began to writhe against his tensed legs.

Lee played his lusting prick to its stiffest erection as she ground her navel against his cock and balls. Feeling his throbbing readiness, as his hands cupped the luscious cheeks of her full buttocks, she helped him lunge into her moist, hot cuntlips. He thrust into her cunt with pile-driving intensity as her twat swallowed his every movement. Suddenly, Lee's body threshed in the frantic spasms of her orgasm, triggering Ralph into shooting his load of spurting hot sperm into her cunt in jolting ecstasy that washed over their entwined bodies.

Lee gasped, "That was certainly the right prescription, Doctor. You'll have to give me a refill just as soon as possible."