Hunting Season Ch. 04

Her long coppery hair hair was up in a professional bun and strands hung loosely to frame her face that was made up like a high-class prostitute. She was dressed in a crisp white blouse and tan skirt, both of which looked two steps on the slutty side of professional. The blouse was tight across her chest with the top two buttons undone to show an incredible amount of cleavage and the top of a red lacy bra. Her skirt was tight and came down to mid thigh, barely concealing the lacy tops of the nude stockings she was wearing. Her long legs were set off by the shiny black 4" platform heels she had on. She was standing at the black board, tapping it with a pointer stick to draw Grace's attention back to the lesson and away from the corner where she kept glancing.

I leaned around to see what she was looking at and saw a representation of me sitting in the corner, with what looked like a dunce cap on. I was your typical, pimple faced teenager with a rumpled hoodie and torn jeans. My mouth hung slackly open as I stared vacantly around the room with one of my hands down my pants groping myself. With my other hand I picked at my nose, then scratched my ass. Dammit I had just met this woman, why did she have such a hate on for me.

I saw teacher Tina slam the pointer down on the desk and Grace jumped guiltily. Tina stalked over to where the schoolgirl sat nervously and loomed over her, arms crossed and one stiletto clad foot tapping. Grace hesitantly looked up at the clearly disappointed teacher, then down in shame. I saw Tina's shoulders relax, and a patient smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. She turned and sat on the edge of Grace's desk, one shapely leg swinging as she reached down to take her student gently by the chin. She turned her face up to look at her, then she slowly leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

Well shit, this explained some things. No wonder Tina Stane was pissed at me, she had the hots for Black Bird herself and I was poaching her flock. I leaned against the doorjamb and got my voyeur on, wondering just how far this would go.

Tina held the kiss, as her red lips pressed gently against Grace's flushed pink ones. A few seconds later, Grace's hands came up to nervously rest on Tina's shoulders as I saw her press back into the kiss. The statuesque redhead cupped Grace's face in response and I saw her lips open to allow her tongue to slide out and caress Grace's hesitant mouth. Grace's mouth opened in response and her own tongue emerged like a nervous kitten exploring a new world. The kiss slowly increased in passion until the two women were engaged in a full-on lesbian make out session.

Tina slid off of the desk and pulled Grace to her feet, in her heels she was several inches taller and leaned down to maintain the kiss on Grace's upturned face. Her hands slid down to settle in the small of Grace's back, manicured nails caressing her firm ass through the pleated plaid skirt. Grace's arms slid up around Tina's neck as she rose up on her toes, her small firm breasts pushing against Tina's much larger ones.

The two women kissed with passion, tongues darting in and out of mouths as their lips pressed together hard. Their hands started to roam over bodies as they pressed themselves into each other. I saw one of Tina's stocking clad legs slide in between Grace's thighs and start to move up and down against her pussy. Grace shuddered in response and ground her crotch against the thigh in obvious pleasure. One of Graces hands slid down and tentatively traced the line of Tina's ample tits while the red head nibbled and bit at her neck. Grace's eyes were closed in pleasure, and I saw her lips move, mouthing familiar phrases of sensual bliss.

Tina gently pulled Grace over to the teachers desk and effortlessly lifted the smaller woman up onto the edge. With a sweep of her hand, all of the items were thrown off of the neatly organized desk onto the floor as she pushed her student down. Grace laid back, her long dark ponytail falling over the edge as Tina kissed and licked her way down her jaw and throat to the top button of her blouse.

Grace's hands slid up and down Tina's arms, tracing lines of blissful pleasure with her fingernails as the older woman flicked her tongue into the hollow of Grace's throat. Grace arched her back in response, her mouth open in a silent moan while the buttons of her blouse strained against her breasts. With a deft movement, Tina twisted the buttons open allowing the blouse to fall loose and freeing Grace's bare tits to her eager caress. I saw Grace bite her lip in a familiar expression of pleasure as Tina's full ruby lips fastened on one of her hard nipples, sucking it into her mouth while her fingers deftly played with the other one.

Tina kissed and licked her way down Grace's firm flat stomach, leaving a trail of red lipstick marks like brands on the younger woman's body. I saw Tina's lips move in a silent question and Grace nodded eagerly, spreading her legs in response to her mentor's clearly experienced endearments. Grace had no underwear on and I saw that instead of her usual landing strip of trimmed pubic hair, her pussy was shaved bare and smooth. I guess you have never actually had a chance to act on this particular fantasy have you Ms. Stane, I thought as the woman slowly kissed her way down between Grace's now spread legs.

Grace lifted her feet, resting them on the edge of the desk and concealing what was going on between her legs from my view. All I saw was the coppery bun on top of Tina Stane's head as she buried her face in Grace's pussy. Her hands came up to wrap around Grace's legs, grabbing onto her thighs and pinning the younger woman's shins against her shoulders. Grace squirmed on the desk, helpless to escape whatever the older woman was doing to her but clearly enjoying it. One hand slid up her body to grope her tits while the other reached up beside her head, grabbing white knuckled at the edge of the desk.

I allowed my gaze to travel down along the sexual tableau in front of me. Grace's eyes were closed in ecstasy while her mouth worked soundlessly, gasping out familiar phrases in response to Tina's clearly expert tongue. Her hard, dark nipples peeked out from between her fingers as her hand groped at the firm but soft flesh or her tits. Her stomach twitched and rippled like a field of grain in a gentle breeze as she squirmed, trapped in Tina's grip but still grinding her crotch into the older woman's face.

I could see Tina's green eyes were open, looking up at her student while her mouth was hidden but clearly pressed hard into Grace's pussy. Her strong shoulders poked up against the material of her white blouse and I followed the gentle curve of her back down to where her firm ass was barely covered by the tight material of her skirt. Her legs were straight and long, starting from the lacy top of her tan stockings down to the shiny black stiletto heels she was wearing as part of her sexy teacher ensemble.

I saw Grace start to orgasm, her hips bucking up and down as she arched her back with pleasure. Her hand dug hard into her tit, leaving clear marks from where her nails pressed into the delicate flesh. Her other hand flew to her mouth, then down between her legs to twine her fingers into Tina's hair pressing her face firmly against her pussy. Tina responded in kind, pulling against Grace's thighs and sliding her body down the desk as she shoved her tongue further into her eager student's snatch. Her green eyes were wide and attentive, watching the effect she had on the younger woman and clearly enjoying the result of her attentions as her lips and tongue drove Grace to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Grace finally collapsed, her lust glazed eyes opening sightlessly as her arms fell limply to her sides while she gasped for air. Her body twitched and spasmed with the final surges of her orgasm as Tina kissed her way up from her pussy, following the line of lipstick prints she had made earlier. She crawled up on the desk while her lips sought out Grace's neck and cheek. Grace wrapped her arms around the redhead's shoulders and brought her face up, her soft pink lips eagerly seeking out Tina's lush red ones.

They kissed, not the passionate hungry kiss of earlier but a soft, tender kiss of compassion and affection. Tina's fingers traced the line of Grace's chin while Grace cupped the older woman's face in her hands, then gently pulled her down onto her chest in a post orgasmic embrace. Both women sighed with contentment as they lay there on the hard desk, eyes closed in blissful affection.

I backed away and slowly exited Tina's mind, glad that time in there was significantly different from time in reality. It had seemed like half an hour exploring her mind and watching the show, but really it was just the length of the handshake as I pulled back my hand and broke the connection. I noticed that Ms. Stane appeared slightly flushed and out of breath, her breasts heaving against the green satin of her gown. She quickly composed herself and fixed me with those intense green eyes.

"Well Mr. Comber, that is certainly an interesting line of inquiry. May I ask what led you to proposing it to Ms. Rodriguez here?" she said politely, but her mind was so focused on me that I was sure I could see her head tilt as the thoughts rushed to an office labelled 'Boyfriend/Rival'.

"Given Grace's previous article on super based criminal organizations, it seemed natural to engage her in a similar investigation. She is an excellent reporter, and her instincts are second to none in my experience." I said while I slipped my hand around her waist and pulled her in to me. Grace instinctively moulded herself to my side, her hand sliding up to rest on my shoulder while she lifted her face to accept my kiss on her cheek.

I saw Ms. Stane tense as the jealousy spiked within her, just like I had intended. I wanted her to see me as a mere rival for Grace's attention and nothing more. The more she thought about that, the less she was likely to dig into my backstory until it was too late. While I didn't have any proof, I was sure that Tina Stane was Cardinal, the battle armoured leader of the Freedom Flock.

The rest of the gala was the typical, boring monotony of a bunch of rich people politely talking about how much they were helping the poor by spending their money here. I did pick up on a few stray thoughts that I filed away for later investment exploitation, you can never have enough income streams. Mostly, I spent the night nudging Grace's thoughts towards sex keeping her at a slow burn the entire evening. I watched appreciatively as her chest rose and fell with the deep slow breaths she was taking as she tried to contain herself and smiled innocently at the lustful glances she kept directing my way.

When we got back to her apartment Grace practically rushed me down the hall, fumbling with her keys as she unlocked the door and pulled me inside. I turned back to close the door, watching in smug satisfaction as she leaned against the counter her back shaking with barely repressed desire.

'Fuck Grace, get it together. You have been planning this for a week, don't blow it by jumping him right here.' she muttered to herself in her mind. I saw her give herself a small shake before standing tall and gracefully turning to lean seductively against the counter.

"I have a surprise for you, if you are willing to wait a bit." She said in a sultry voice, lowering her lashes seductively.

"I like surprises, especially from you. You are always such a good girl for me." I replied as I seated myself on the couch. I watched as she shuddered again, the post hypnotic suggestion phrase 'good girl' giving her a small flush of endorphins.

She moved over to where I sat, her seductive swaying walk just slightly ruined by her weak knees. She ran a manicured finger up my arm and along my chin. "Then you just sit right there, and let me get ready." She whispered, then gently kissed me before heading into the bedroom.

I waited patiently and a few minutes later the door softly swung open and she walked out slowly. She was naked except for her lacy red g string panties and red strappy high heels. She had touched up her makeup and her red lips glistened in the soft light of the candle she was holding. I watched appreciatively as she slowly strode toward me, feet crossing over in her stride to accentuate the curve of her hips. When she reached where I sat, she set the candle down on the side table and stood before me, her heels together, hands clasped in front of her and head down as she looked at me through her long lashes. Fastened around her wrists were a familiar pair of thick leather cuffs and a black ball gag glistened in the candlelight from where it hung around her neck.

"Ben, you mean so much to me." She said in a soft voice. "Since we have been together you have made me so happy, and I, I trust you." If only she knew I thought.

"Will you help me live out a fantasy, please?" She finished, lowering her eyes submissively.

I leaned forward and took her hands, squeezing gently as I felt her fingers twitch in my grasp. "Thank you for trusting me with this. Just to make sure, what do you want?"

She gave a soft shuddering breath. 'I am offering myself to him and he is asking me what "I" want, can he be more perfect' I heard her think. "I want you to take me, to dominate me. I want to be helpless in your hands, I want to know that you can do anything you want to me." She said in a firm but quiet voice, like she had rehearsed it several times already.

I nodded and squeezed her hands. "Do you understand what a Safe Word is Grace?" I asked.

"Yes, my safe word is, is Blackbird." She replied, her shoulders twitching with a sharp intake of breath.

I nodded, then fastened her cuffs together with the sturdy snap link hanging from them. She gave another gasp as the metallic click seemed to echo through the darkened apartment. I gave a tug on her now bound wrists and she slid to her knees in front of me. I reached out to grasp her chin between my thumb and fingers, lifting her head gently but firmly so I could look into her eyes.

"I accept your offer, Grace. For tonight I will be your master and you will be my servant." I said.

"Your slave, Master. Please, I am your slave." She replied in a shaky voice.

"My slave." I replied nodding. "I wanted to hear you say it. Now, slave, make your Master happy."

I leaned back into the sofa, spreading my legs as she maneuvered herself between them. The candlelight flickered softly, glistening off of her dark hair and shining eyes. A small smile tugged at the corner of her glistening red lips as her manicured fingers slid up my crotch and tugged at my belt. Soon, my pants were in a pile on the floor as her bound hands slid up and down on my stiffening cock.

"You are so good to me Master, let me be a good slave to you. Please let me worship your magnificent cock." She said as she stroked my prick to hardness. I don't know what sort of erotic fiction was she reading to get this stuff, but I let her play her role as she wanted.

"Very well, slave. Suck my cock and if you do it well, I might just fuck you with it." I replied gruffly and she let out a soft whimper as she leaned forward to plant her ruby lips on the tip in a gentle kiss.

She let out the familiar slow moan as she slid her lips over the head of my cock, taking it into her mouth. I reached into her mind and relaxed her gag reflex so she was able to slide her face down the full length of my member. Her nose brushed against my pelvis while her bound hands fondled my balls like a juggler warming up their fingers. She held me in her mouth, the back of her throat and her tongue working at the thick shaft that filled her.

'Oh my God, this tastes sooo good' she thought as I tweaked her sense of taste. Once again, my pre-cum tasted like salty caramel and coconut and she licked and sucked like it was her favorite lollipop.

Her head slid back and forth, loose strands of hair escaping from her updo to tickle my thighs. She moaned and whimpered around my cock as it filled her warm, moist mouth. Her cool breath from her nose played over the damp shaft of my prick as she backed off, making it feel even better when her hot mouth slid back over the cool flesh.

I looked down at her, her strong muscular shoulders tense with the effort of keeping her bound hands together between my legs. Over the top of her head, I saw the smooth, dusky lines of her ass as she knelt on her heels which glistened in the candlelight. I reached out and grabbed the back of her head, pushing her down firmly on my cock. She groaned in submissive pleasure as I took control, lifting my hips to drive the head of my prick deeper into her throat.

'Oh yes, oh please. Take me, fuck me, make me yours.' She thought, and just out of curiosity I delved a little deeper, where had this come. I remembered that this was something she was interested in, but interest and action are two very different things. I went into her mind and saw a kitchen table in a small house or apartment. It was old and worn, but clean and polished with a familiar bouquet of flowers in the center. At one end was Grace, dressed pretty much as she was now, and at the other end was Black Bird.

'This is disgusting, weak, unprofessional. How can you claim to be a superhero if this is how you want to be treated!' she snapped in Grace's voice. 'You may as well walk up to the next villain you see and pass out at their feet with a pair of handcuffs.'

'Fuck you!' Grace snapped back. 'I may be you but I don't have to live you, Dan taught me that. I have spent the last five years making the city safe for strangers. Now I finally find someone who makes me feel safe and you are trying to kink shame me.'

'What would Cardinal think if she saw this?' Black Bird snapped back, her black energy talons flashing as her wings spread in anger. 'You know what she would say. Shit, she would probably kick you ass out of the Flock if she knew you were so weak and perverted.'

'Cardinal respects me, and respects that I can have a professional and a personal life.' Grace bit back, slapping the table in anger. 'You saw her tonight, the look she gave Ben. She is glad that I have finally found someone, so don't fuck this up for me.'

If only you knew the truth I thought, then pulled out of her mind. This little Id vs Super Ego thing was interesting, but I had more interesting things going on at the moment.

Back in the real world, Grace was working on my cock like a five dollar whore trying to get back out on the street. Her head twisted around my shaft as she bobbed it up and down faster and faster. Her tongue and throat moved desperately, eager for any taste of my incredible cum. Her eyes were closed in concentration as desperate moans filled the room. I was getting close, so I decided to be a little mean. I took her by the shoulders and pushed her off of my cock.

"No, please, please, not yet." She whimpered, her eyes flying open as she pressed back, trying to get the head of my prick back between her lips.

I reached down and grabbed her firmly by the throat, jerking her head up to stare into her startled eyes. "No, is that what a slave says to her master?" I growled in mock anger as I squeezed her neck. She froze in place, her lust fighting with her desire in a battle you would think would never happen.

"I am sorry Master. You just taste so good, I wanted your cum in my mouth." She said in a scared voice as her wide eyes stared up at me pleadingly.

"Since when does a slave decide anything. Since when do you get to tell me what to do." I snarled, leaning forward and causing her to pull back against my controlling hand.

"I am sorry Master, I forgot my place. You are my Master, whatever you wish is my command." She said meekly, her eyes sliding from my face to the floor.