Velvet Love Ch. 05

Voices from down below drifted up to where they were, soles crunching against gravel as people passed though. All it would take was a look upward for them to be caught, an upward sweep of the eyes to discover the couple in midst of a fuck. Loving the thought that they could actually be caught, Jeneda moaned out loudly, then spoke some words.

"Deeper. Harder. Really give it to me rough..." Inner muscles contracting, she paused to utter a gasp. "I'm your whore, Dane. Your own this pussy, now really fuck it."

Egged on by her filthy words, Dane went full throttle to a deeper position, hooking his forearms beneath her knees so she was further opened up to his nonstop pummeling. Head thrown back and body bowing, she took every thrust that he had to give. A firestorm of heat engulfed her, all-consuming as he widened her further with his shaft. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air all around them, beating out a rhythm as strong as a drum.

It didn't take long before Jeneda cried out, and with the strength of a tidal wave, came hard with an earth-shattering climax. Surging within her Dane came apart as well, searing her insides with his thick, fertile cum. His thrusts became ragged as she contracted around his length, clutching him hard like a wet, velvet fist.

Quite possibly the longest orgasm Jeneda had ever had, she bit back a scream and rode the wave. With nothing left to give, Dane collapsed against her and let out a groan, breath shaky and ragged as he regained his strength. Skin flushed hot and muscles limp from their vigorous sex, Jeneda's body felt stretched and worked to its core. Still catching his breath, Dane pulled out nice and slow, then lowered her down from the railing. Stretched, slick, and thoroughly well-fucked, her pussy was lubricated with a mixture of their juices. Slightly sticky and warm it trickled down her thigh, catching the moonlight in the process.

Pulling her against his warm body, Dane gave her a long wet kiss, fully locking his lips with her own. He stole her breath and she let him, grabbing his shoulders to steady her body from the passion. The man could kiss, that much was for certain, and he definitely knew his way around a pussy.

"Most excellent," he murmured as his lips parted from hers. "Everytime we have sex, It's like the first night all over again. But tonight was wild and raunchy and incredibly exhilarating."

"Ditto," Jeneda responded. "You made me your whore and I loved it."

"You like being my cum slut..." Voice low and sexy, he pinned her with an alluring stare.

"You know I do," she responded. "But one of these days I'd like to turn the tables on you."

"Oh?" Eyes shiny with curiosity, Dane leaned in closer to his wife. "Do share, I'd love to hear more."

"Cock leash," she responded. "And those are the only two words that I'm going to say."

"Well damn." Now grinning, Dane cupped the curves of her firm bottom, squeezing each cheek until she squeaked. "Can't say I've been leashed down there before, but I'd definitely be down to try it out."

"Oh I wasn't asking," she said with a smirk. "My plan was to just make you my bitch for a night, and have you take whatever I dished out."

"Jeneda." Alight with excitement, Dane's eyes had glossed over with utter desire. "I never knew this dominant side of you existed, but I'm loving the idea of you taking charge."

"Then I will," she replied. "But just for a night or two, as I do absolutely love being your submissive freak."

"Sounds like an excellent plan." Lifting his hands to her corset, he began reclasping the tiny closures.

Watching as he did it, Jeneda remarked at how graceful his fingers moved. Long and pale, they were the digits of a classic pianist, which led her to wonder if he'd ever stroked the ivory keys.

"You ever take piano lessons, honey?"

"No, but I did play violin for a number of years."

"Wow, I never knew. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Don't know." He lightly shrugged. "Haven't done it for a few years, so It's not something I felt worth mentioning."

"Well I'd love to hear you play."

"It's been awhile, and I'm kinda rusty."

"I don't mind." Taking his palms into hers, she fixed him with a soulful stare. "Play for me, Dane. I want to hear this talent that you have."

"I'm not that great."

"I bet you are."

"It was never a passion of mine," he said. "It was my mother who pushed me to play, so It's not like I'm real interested in picking it back up."

"Just one time for me, and that's it."

"One time?"

She vigorously nodded.

And that's it, you'll never ask me again?"

A second nod confirmed that she promised.

"Alright." He gently smiled. "But I'm warning you sweetheart, it might sound like noise more than anything else."

"So play naked," she simply said. "That way if you truly are terrible, your nude gorgeous body will take away from the sound."

"Oh, thanks!" He widely grinned. "I knew you only wanted me for my body."

"And your face too."

He smiled harder.

"I mean of course there's your kind heart and wonderful personality as well..."

"Of course." His level of sarcasm now matched Jeneda's.

"But you are damn sexy, so a girl can't help but appreciate your outer shell."

"Not just any girl though, but only you." Now his fingers were sliding through her hair, reverently caressing the pressed out strands.

"That's right," she replied. "You're all mine, and that's all that there is to it."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," he said before giving her a kiss.

Still recovering from their rendezvous, Jeneda glanced down at the metal staircase which would take them back down to street level.

"It's going to take some time for me to make it back down, love. You fucked me so good, that my legs are jelly."

"I'd carry you if I could," he responded. "But take your time, we don't have to hurry."

Taking the lead to go down the fire escape first, Dane unhurriedly moved downward and towards the alleyway below. Just above him, Jeneda descended with a purposeful slowness, taking it carefully rung by rung until they'd reached the gravel ground. Yet instead of finding themselves all alone, there was a chain-smoking alley dweller leaning against a brick wall.

Sporting platinum blonde hair that was shaved on the sides, he turned his head to stare at the fancily dressed couple. Offering no more than a brief glance in return, Dane and Jeneda continued walking down the alleyway hand in hand. Chatting as they went, the couple discussed getting late night dessert. While Dane was in the mood for a hot fudge sundae, Jeneda wanted a doughnut with lots of sprinkles. Knowing just the place where they could pick up both, Dane suggested a 24-hour café in downtown Berkeley.

They were nearly to the end of the alley when a twenty-something Asian male came into view, planting himself right in their intended path so they were forced to take note of his presence. Holding Dane's hand tighter Jeneda felt herself tense up, pulse racing as she started to wonder if this person meant to do them any harm.

Wearing a worn-out hoodie, torn jeans, and green fitted tee, he had a gaze that was hungry and unwavering, as if they were prey and he was ready to pounce. He also had two vertical slits shaved into one eyebrow, and a small faux diamond earring in his right ear.

Not shifting his eyes for even a second, the twenty-something kid slipped a hand into the pocket of his leather jacket. Knowing full well this was a blatant show of intimidation, Dane stepped in front of Jeneda to block her from harm.

Years back when he'd been living a dodgy life of criminal hustles, he'd learned how to fight and properly defend himself. He'd also learned the difference between a career criminal and a casual opportunist, so he knew without a doubt that the one before him was a lowlife thief.

"We got a problem here?" Dane asked as he stood with a firm, solid stance.

"Might be a problem if you don't give up the jewelry." He motioned to the diamond choker on Jeneda's neck, then lowered his gaze to her wedding ring.

"Not a chance," Dane replied. "Her wedding ring is a powerful symbol, and the choker was a gift I gave her for our first anniversary."

"I need the jewelry," he demanded. "Or I'm gonna have to do something I don't want."

"Such as?" Still shielding Jeneda with his own body, Dane waited for the thief's response.

"Or I kill you." The sound of a switchblade popping open could be heard, its metal gleaming fiercely beneath the moonlight.

In such close proximity that the point of the knife touched Dane's shirt, the blade held a menacing energy. But Dane seemed unfazed, even completely indifferent to the deadly weapon.

"Dane..." Clutching at his arm, Jeneda did her best to get his attention. "Dane, I'll give him the jewelry. Your life is worth more, and we don't want any trouble."

"Yeah listen to your girl," spoke the thief. "Just give me the jewelry and I'll let you go."

"I already told you, you're not getting it." Narrowing his eyes, Dane flexed the fingers of his right hand.

"So you wanna die?"

"Do you?"

Brows lifting, the robber seemed to contemplate Dane's words, but then suddenly the knife ripped fabric, prompting Dane to act in the flash of a second. Wickedly glinting, the blade jabbed viciously at Dane's stomach, but Dane caught the blade, twisting it hard in his grip.

The robber fought for control but Dane held on, gritting his teeth at the white-hot pain. Blood spilled from his palm as the knife dug in, trickling down his wrist and into his sleeve. Horrified at the sight, Jeneda let out a scream, hoping to God that someone would hear.

In pure survival mode, Dane struck out hard with his free fist, landing a savage punch that crunched into bone. Stunned, the mugger fell back, landing hard against gravel that was dampening from the sudden rain.

Blood gushed from the mugger's nostrils, streaming down his lips and along the edge of his jaw. Clearly disabled from the massively powerful punch, he did little more than cry out in pain. But Dane was unaffected and grabbing the thief's collar, held him up.

"Big mistake," he shouted while staring down at the man's bloody face. "I told you my wife's jewelry was off limits, but you just had to push me to this point, didn't you?"

No longer over confident but humiliated instead, the mugger visibly recoiled.

"I should call the cops," Dane said. "But I can see you're down on your luck, so I'm going to give you a second chance."

Sheets of rain fell from the sky now, pasting their hair and clothes to their skin and bodies. But the mugger hardly seemed to notice at all, because his nose was a bloodied swollen mess. Extending his hand as a gesture of peace, Dane invited the thief to stand back up. Lowering his eyes in shame, the crook waited several beats before accepting Dane's hand, then shakily rising up, stood on his feet in a hunched over stance. Eyeing him intently, Dane retrieved a silk handkerchief from his pocket. He then handed it over, which the robber accepted for his bloodied nose.

"So, how much do you need?" Dane asked while watching the robber clean his nose.

Only furrowing his brows in response, he shook his head and then mumbled.

"Of course you need money," Dane replied. "You're clearly desperate, so I can give you some cash."

Blinking in response, the robber just stared at Dane in disbelief.

"Well that was the whole point of this, right? To fence my wife's jewelry and get paid."

Slowly he gave a nod.

"Then you should have just asked for it." Retrieving a money clip from the pocket of his slacks, Dane counted out two crisp bills.

"This is two hundred dollars," Dane said. Take it and we'll call it a night."

Eyes now wide with shock, the young thief stared hard at the crisp dollar bills. Then glancing back up at Dane, seemed to ask for affirmation.

Dane nodded. "That's right, It's for you."

"But why?" The thief mumbled.

"Because I don't want you going off and robbing someone else. Besides, you obviously need it. Otherwise you wouldn't be out here trying to steal from us."

Lowering his gaze to the money, the robber seemed to wonder if Dane was really telling the truth. He then looked at Jeneda as if expecting her to reveal that it was all a joke. Yet just as amazed as he was, she could only watch on in disbelief.

"Go on and take it," Dane said while extending his hand. "It's yours to have, no tricks involved."

Clearly unused to the reaction he was receiving, the robber swallowed hard, then reached out his hand to take the dollar bills. Yet instead of allowing them to slide easily from his fingers, Dane held on and gave the thief a hard stare.

"Promise me you'll never rob again," he said to the mugger. "That you'll straighten up and do something constructive with your life."

Pressing his lips together, the crook seemed to think over the words spoken, as if uncertain that he could commit to delivering on the promise.

"Promise me, or you won't get the money." Now needling him with a stare, Dane spoke with a firm sternness.

"Alright." Gently nodding, the street kid responded, "I promise."

As Dane released the bills the young male accepted, crumpling them into the pocket of his tattered hoodie. Eyes lowered in shame, he seemed to focus on his shoes, which were overly worn gray Pumas. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, it seemed he planned on bolting at any minute. But when the headlights of a vehicle illuminated the near-dark alley, all heads turned to see who it was. Sleek, black, and impeccably shiny, it was the limo which Dane and Jeneda had ridden in. It came to a stop just beside the couple, and then the chauffer got out to open the passenger door. Turning his gaze to Jeneda, Dane took her in his arms and gave her a tender kiss.

"You slide on in, sweetheart. I'll only be a minute, then we'll be on our way."

Nodding lightly, she agreed to Dane's suggestion. But not without throwing the thief a wary look.

"I'll be fine," Dane reassured her. "You go on in now, and I'll be right in."

Lowering her head to enter the limo, she slid inside and out of the rain. That left Dane to glance back at the mugger, who was now trembling in the pouring rain.

"That sweater you have on..." Dane's eyeing the tattered garment disapprovingly. "It's not right for this weather at all."

"Well It's all I have," he responded, chin dropped to his chest in clear abashment.

"I see," was all Dane said in return, but on signaling to the chauffer to reach into the limo, a heavy coat was promptly procured.

A camel colored Brooks Brother's coat, it was made from soft cashmere and lined with thick fleece. Specially constructed to protect against rain, it was just the right attire for a stormy night.

"Put this on," Dane said while handing it over. "It'll keep you warm and dry."

"You're giving it up?"

"Sure am."

"Why?"

"Because you need it more."

"But I tried to rob you."

"Yes you did."

"I don't get this, man..." Shaking his head, the young guy now looked scared. "I tried to kill you with a knife, and then you give me money and this expensive jacket?"

"You were willing to risk your freedom by robbing me and my wife. That tells me you're not only desperate, but utterly destitute. You have little means to survive, and that led you down this horrible path."

Shoulders still slumped in a pose of utter defeat, he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes. Immediately picking up that the twenty-something male was trying his best to not cry, Dane wished like hell that he could alleviate the poor kid's pain.

"I've gotta go now, but take care of yourself, alright? And knock off the robbing, before you end up in jail."

A nod of response was given, but not much more.

Ready to be out of the rain and towards home, Dane slid into the safety and warmth of the cushy limo. Immediately falling into his arms, Jeneda embraced her husband with a tender warmth. Slightly trembling she clutched at his strong, wide shoulders, which in turn caused Dane to hold her tighter.

"Dane..." Her voice sounded tiny, almost unfamiliar to her own ears. "When he came at you with that knife, I was so scared."

"I know..." His palm caressed her back. "But your safety was all that mattered. I could have cared less what happened to me."

"It was a stupid move." Voice thick with emotion, she hugged him tighter than ever. "But I do think what you did was incredible."

"I've got all I could ever want and more," he said back. "The least I could do was give him my coat and a bit of cash."

"Well that was wonderful." Pulling back to look at his face, she regarded him with eyes that were bright and glossy.

Palm stroking her face, Dane regarded her back with just as much adoration. More in love with him than ever, Jeneda kissed him sweet and gentle, with a palpable tenderness. Not taking his lips off her for even a second, Dane signaled to the driver so he would take off.

The limo's tires spit up water as they left, leaving behind a young thief who knew nothing but the hustle. Dark, dirty, gritty and unkempt, the streets of Chinatown gradually diminished. Rain continued to fall as the limo took them home, covering the streets and washing away the grit.