Crazy Rusty

Crazy Rusty is the first installment of the Sexy Squatter series. The next two installments, Playing House and The Vacation, will be released in the near future.

Chapter 1

What a long fucking day.

Elizabeth had gone to medical school to save people and not be their nurse-maid. Was it her fault that she took a job in a small town in a Midwestern state that's cold most of the year? Yes it probably was her fault but to get to the top of the mountain you have to climb the small hills first. The most exciting thing she did last week was patch up a guy named Cliff who almost severed his leg with a chainsaw. The precautions and warnings on the power tool didn't include not operating while under the influence of Jack Daniels but wanna-be lumberjacks tend to take things in their own hands.

Today, nothing of note happened in the ER. The two operations went as scheduled with no issues and she was looking forward to the end of her shift for a much anticipated four day weekend. It wasn't a holiday weekend and she didn't have anything special scheduled other than some time away from work. Maybe she would do a bit of writing. She liked the idea of telling stories but was afraid that no one would like her work; that fear kept her away from the keyboard.

"Did you hear what happened?" Becky asked from behind the counter while Elizabeth looked through some paperwork.

"Did I hear what happened where?" She didn't look up from what she was doing.

Becky liked the game of 'guess what', but Elizabeth wasn't keen on that game. She kept on working to make sure there weren't any last-minute adjustments she had to do on anyone's chart.

"It's all over the news," Becky said.

Elizabeth wasn't going to ask Becky how she knew about something that was all over the news, especially when she was supposed to be doing work.

"I haven't had a chance to watch the news yet," Elizabeth answered. "I suppose I will see it when I get home."

Usually, if she showed little interest in what Becky was trying to keep hidden, Becky would just come out and say it; no one likes to keep a secret. She suppressed a smile when Becky spilled the beans.

"There was a burglary over at Rusty's place," Becky said softly. "You know that crazy rich guy?"

"Yes I know who you are talking about," Elizabeth answered without looking up.

Even though Elizabeth hadn't grown up in the area, she quickly became aware of certain people and 'Crazy Rusty' was one of them. He did stuff like mow the lawn in his underwear and cowboy boots; they weren't fashionable underwear either. Rusty opted for the Fruit of the Loom tighty-whities. He also had a habit of shooting his gun at things he shouldn't be shooting at.

"Well anyway, Rusty said there was someone in his house trying to steal some stuff and he ran to get his gun and fired several shots at the burglar," Becky said. Her voice got louder as her excitement grew, being able to share the news.

"So, he avoided being burgled? Elizabeth asked."

"Are you making fun of me?" Becky asked and scrunched up her face trying to decide for herself.

"No, I'm not making fun of you," Becky said. "What about the bad guy? Did he get shot?"

"You know Rusty can't see worth a shit, so I doubt that he hit the guy. He would be lucky to hit the ocean if he was standing in it," Becky finished with a laugh at her attempt at humor.

"So are the police looking for the criminal?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yeah, a couple of sheriff deputies are driving the roads," Becky said. "Officer Jake has Brutus trying to follow the guy's trail from where he ran away."

Officer Jake often stopped at the hospital to check in and make sure everything was okay. Elizabeth was sure that he wanted to ask her out, but Becky was always around trying to get his attention. Becky was in love or lust with Officer Jake. They had hooked up as the bar was closing a few months ago, and she was smitten. He wasn't so much so, but he tried to be a gentleman and let her down slowly. So far it wasn't going so well and she wasn't taking the hint.

"Well, that's it for me for today," Elizabeth said and stacked the papers neatly in the bin. "I will see you next week Becky."

"Are you doing anything fun with your time off?" Becky called as Elizabeth walked down the hall.

"I'll tell you next week," Elizabeth answered without turning her head.

She didn't look back and kept walking, happy that her time off had finally arrived.

Elizabeth didn't even change before she left work, and instead gathered her things from her locker and headed for the exit. When she got outside, the sun was trying to dry things off from the storm that soaked the town for the last several hours.

There were still puddles in the parking lot that she walked around while heading to her vehicle. With each step, she pressed the button on the fob to her Ford F150, until the lights blinked and the horn signaled success. As she approached her vehicle, she could hear a vehicle approaching from behind and she turned to see a squad car with K-9 featured prominently on the side. She stopped and waited for Officer Jake to pull up. He did so and pulled up between her and her vehicle.

"Hi Dr. Elizabeth," he started. "I've come to warn you that there is a dangerous criminal on the loose and offer my protection."

"Does your protection include Brutus?" Elizabeth pointed to the back seat of the vehicle where Brutus the German Shepard looked at her through the glass.

"Of course it does. Brutus is the brains of this partnership," Jake answered.

Brutus offered a bark as if confirming Jake's admission.

"That might be true but he needs you to do the driving," she said.

"He has to save his strength to catch the bad guys," he said.

"I heard there was some activity at Rusty's place earlier today. Any luck finding the burglar?" Elizabeth asked.

"Not really," he answered. "Brutus tracked him to the river and then we couldn't pick up the scent on the other side."

"So, what's the plan? You and Brutus have a sleepover at my house all weekend to make sure I'm safe?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'd just have to stop at home and pick up some things, but we can make that plan work," He said in all seriousness.

Before Elizabeth could answer, Brutus started barking. He was facing her truck and soon his bark turned silent.

"It sounds like Brutus doesn't like that idea but thanks for the offer," she said.

"He's just excited for the sleepover," Jake said, trying to keep the possible sleepover alive.

Brutus started a low growl.

"He doesn't sound excited. You go catch the bad guy and keep the town safe. If I need something I have your cell number," Elizabeth said with a wink.

"Call me if you need anything, and I mean anything," Jake said the last word slowly to emphasize that he was willing to do anything for or to Elizabeth.

She waved as she moved around his vehicle and walked the rest of the way to her truck. She opened the door and turned to the squad car. She waved and Jake waved back, then drove away.

She wondered why she didn't give Jake a chance. Maybe it was because he still looked like he was in his teens, although he was in his middle twenties. She just thought it would be creepy to kiss him when he looked the same age as her little brother Tommy.

After entering the vehicle, she set her purse on the passenger seat and started the truck. As she turned on the radio, she hit the button to roll down her window, she smelled rust. She wondered why she would smell rust when her truck was new.

She looked at the passenger seat and then turned to look over her shoulder to the back seat and let out a short scream.

"I'm not going to hurt you, but I need your help," the man in the mask said and sat forward in his seat. He pushed something into her ribs.

Elizabeth's pulse quickened until it was pounding in her ears. "What do you want?" She asked. She wanted to sound confident and angry, but it came out soft and scared.

"You're a doctor, right?" He didn't wait for an answer and continued. "I need you to stop some bleeding and stitch me up."

"Why don't you just walk in the hospital and someone in there will do it for you?" She knew the answer, but asked the question anyway.

"This doesn't have to get any more people involved than you doing a simple plug and stitch and you will never see me again. Now turn around and drive," he pushed into her ribs harder to emphasize his demands.

She turned in her seat and put on her seat belt. She put the vehicle in drive and drove the truck towards the parking lot exit.

"Where are we going?" Elizabeth asked.

"Where do you live?" He asked.

"I live about a mile outside of town," she said.

Shit. She could have said anything and led him anywhere, but she told him the truth. She told him the fucking truth instead of leading him right to the police station and letting him get arrested.

"No funny business. I just need you to stop the bleeding and you'll never see me again," he said.

"Okay, but try not to bleed on my seats!" Elizabeth said loudly; that was the best she could muster to take even a small amount of control of what was happening to her.

The rest of the drive neither person spoke. She didn't feel threatened as much as she probably should have, because he needed something from her. Elizabeth wondered how much blood he had lost so far, and wondered if she would have to call an ambulance to save his life.

She turned into her gravel driveway and she felt the pressure on her ribs lessen. She wondered if he was passing out?

"Remember that there's no need to be a hero. I just want some professional services and then I'll be gone. I'm not a killer," he said.

"Well, then take that gun out of my ribs," she requested.

Elizabeth felt the pressure subside and felt like she had won the first battle. How many more would there be before she could be rid of this man? This certainly wasn't the way she envisioned her staycation to start.

Nearing the end of her driveway, she made one final turn through the hardwoods and her home came into view. She had purchased this house to have privacy from the world and do her own thing without the prying eyes of small-town residents.

Now she wished that she had decided on that place on Main Street across from the school, where those prying eyes would have seen a strange man following her into her house.

"After you park in the garage, give me the keys," he said.

"I'm not giving you my keys so you can steal my truck. You can shoot me, but I'm not giving away my ride," she said firmly.

"I'm not going to steal your truck, but you can keep the keys. Just get out and I'll follow you into the house," he said.

Elizabeth grabbed her purse and exited the vehicle. She walked to the door connecting the garage to the house. He followed her and soon they were walking through the mud room into the kitchen. She didn't set her purse down and kept walking to the large bathroom on the 1st floor.

"Wait, what's with the bathroom?" He asked.

"If there's going to be blood, it will be easier to clean up where there's tile. It's also where I have the stuff to patch you up," she said. "So, what happened to you anyway? How did you get wounded?"

"Some crazy bastard shot me while I was walking across a field," he said.

"What were you doing in the field? I'm going to need you to take your clothes off so I can see the damages," she said. Elizabeth set her purse on the bathroom counter and pushed it against the wall before turning around to see him.

He removed his mask and let it drop to the floor. She tried to keep any emotion off her face as she looked at him, but he was fucking hot! Looking at the stranger, she felt like a high school girl with her first crush, even though he was trying not to bleed on her bathroom floor. He started to lift his shirt, but she could see he was in pain from the gunshot. She stepped closer.

"Lift your arms up and I'll help," she said.

He looked at her with his brown eyes, not quite sure if she was truthful in her offer to help.

"The faster I can get you patched up, the sooner you'll leave," she said, but there wasn't much conviction in her tone.

He hesitantly lifted his arms over his head and watched as she opened a drawer. She pulled gloves out of a cardboard box and slid them on her hands, each snapping in place to signal there were on. Elizabeth moved closer to him, and slowly started lifting his shirt. She continued until she got to where it was bunched up in a ball around the entry wound.

"This is going to hurt," she said softly.

He didn't say anything, but his deep breath and steady gaze told her that he was ready. She pulled slowly, but the dried blood had made the material stick to his skin.

"Just rip it off, or cut it off, or do whatever you doctors do," he said.

She dropped his shirt and opened another drawer and grabbed a pair of scissors. She held the bottom of his shirt and cut up all the way to the neckline. Next she cut around where it was clumped together with dried blood. He let the shirt fall off his shoulders and to the floor. Even her medical training couldn't keep her from noticing his muscular chest and toned stomach, but she did her best to keep a straight face.

"This is going to hurt." She grimaced when she said it.

"Yes, you said that already. Do you always keep your patients waiting?" He asked and flashed a pained smile to try and put her at ease.

Elizabeth pulled on the cloth and kept pulling until it was free from the wound. She wanted to get him back for kidnapping her, and this test of pain was a good start.

The muscles from his scalp to his toes tensed at the shock of pain that rocketed through his body, but he didn't make a sound; only a sharp intake was the only audible sign that he was in pain.

"That wasn't so bad now was it?" She flashed a smile of her own, letting him know that he wasn't in control of the situation any longer.

The pain continued to pulse through his body and he reached out a hand and put it on her shoulder for support.

"If I didn't know any better I would think that you enjoyed that," he said softly.

"I do enjoy my work, and we have to get you cleaned up if you are going to heal properly. Now tell me again the reason why you got shot," she said.

"I guess you would have to ask the guy that shot me. He obviously had me confused with someone else," he said and smiled.

"And that's why you kidnapped me instead of going to the police?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm not from around here, so who are they going to believe?" He asked.

"Just because you are new to town doesn't mean you can't tell the truth," she said.

Elizabeth turned and retrieved some stuff from the cabinet and set it on the counter.

"Do you want some pain relief?" She asked.

"No, just patch me up and I'll get out of your hair," he said.

Her initial annoyance and fright from finding him in her back seat was slowly seeping away. Now she wanted to know more about this strange man bleeding in her bathroom from a gunshot wound. She inspected the wound and smiled.

"It's not that bad," she said. "I can see the bullet and should be able to pull it out relatively easily."

"I'm sorry that I surprised you in your truck," he said.

"Shush, I'm concentrating," she said. "Lift your arms up so I can get a better angle."

He did as he was told and watched her hands work. With each touch of the instrument to his flesh, he winced in pain, but never cried out. She had to apply pressure to be able to get a grip on the bullet, and he felt his knees getting weak, and then the world went black.

Chapter 2

He opened his eyes and could see that he was in a bedroom and blankets covered his body up to his chest. His arms and his head hurt. When he tried to move them, he found that his wrists were bound to something above his head. He turned his head and saw that she was sitting in a chair in the corner looking at her phone. She must have noticed him moving because she looked up and smiled when their eyes met.

"You passed out." She said matter-of-factly to his unasked question. "I tried to catch you, but I wasn't able to break all of your fall and you bumped your head."

"So, when are the cops getting here?" He asked.

"Why would you think that the police are on the way?" She answered with a question of her own and a playful smile.

"Why else would you have me tied up?" He asked.

"Maybe I want some answers first before I decide what to do with you," she said.

He moved his body under the covers and realized that he was naked. He looked around the room to see if he could spot his clothes. After several seconds of looking, he couldn't see them.

"What happened to my clothes?" He asked.

"They are in the washing machine," she said, remembering how much fun she had undressing him. "There was no sense in leaving you in the bloody things."

She had hesitated when it came to pulling off his underwear. After ten seconds, she realized that when you are 'in for a penny you are in for a pound' as they say, and she pulled them down and off.

He was in a position that he hadn't found himself in before. Normally he was the one in charge, but now this sexy woman, who had provided some much needed medical service, had stripped him of his clothes and tied him up. He tested the ropes that bound him, and there wasn't much give. He was going to have to do some of what she wanted.

Elizabeth was rather enjoying how the day was going. She hadn't found any weapons, so how dangerous could he really be? She figured that he was the burglar, but why? Why did he need or want to burgle houses? She knew it was time for a bit of Q & A. She had already looked through his wallet and discovered that his name was Henry. How evil could he be with a name like that?

"So, Henry, tell me again why you were shot," she said. Elizabeth stood up and walked several steps until she was standing at the foot of the bed, centered to his body.

"You know why," he answered.

"I just know that you said some crazy guy shot you, because you were walking through a field," she said. "What you didn't tell me was why you were in the field."

"Why don't you tell me why you think I was in the field?" He asked.

He didn't know why she was playing this game if she was just going to turn him. He could see in her eyes that she was enjoying herself, and each moment he spent with her, he felt the same.

She started pulling on the covers until they uncovered his chest and toned stomach. The touch of the sheets sliding over his skin and cock made his breath catch slightly. He didn't know how far she was going to pull down the sheets, but with his arms bound he didn't have much choice.

"It seems you have me at a disadvantage," Henry said while noticing that she wasn't in her scrubs anymore.

"You shouldn't let yourself get tied up and then there would be no disadvantage," she replied through a smile.

"Although that's true, my clothes are in the wash and I'm naked while you have found other clothes to put on," he said.

"Well, I don't have many men's clothes around, and I wasn't sure how open-minded you were about me putting a dress on you," she said with a giggle. "So you got your birthday suit."

Henry's mind flashed to thoughts of him wearing a dress and wondered what it would actually feel like wearing one. He wasn't a prude and would pretty much try anything once, but it would have been a shock to wake up in a dress.

"What makes you think I haven't worn dresses before?" Henry asked, adding a smile of his own. "Let me try on the one you're wearing."

Elizabeth was wearing a simple white sun dress, but in a few quick movements the dress was on the floor.

"What dress are you talking about?" Elizabeth asked.

He couldn't believe his eyes. This sexy accomplished, and maybe slightly crazy woman was now standing at the foot of the bed naked. Maybe she wasn't fully naked, as he could just see her from her stomach up. He couldn't help but stare at the curves of her body from her hips to her breasts, to where her shoulders flowed into her neck. Her light brown nipples were pulling at his attention like a tractor beam, and his body ached to know what they felt like being pressed against him, or into his mouth, or both.

"For all I know your dress could be bunched up around your waist since I can't see below your navel," he said. His voice cracked with excitement.

"Do you want it to be bunched up around my waist, or in a heap on the floor?" Elizabeth asked.

Before he could answer, she reached down and pulled on the covers some more. She kept pulling until they were layered on his ankles.

"I would want them bunched up on the floor to put us on even footing," he said.

He didn't know what she had planned, but it was impossible for him to think of anything other than what her body felt like rubbing against him. The thoughts ran right down between his legs and his cock started to swell. He watched Elizabeth watch him, and the eroticism of being watched was amazing.

A smile turned up the corner of her mouth and she started moving around the bed. He felt a tinge of disappointment when he saw that she was still wearing underwear. The white underwear had several cartoon bumble bees on the front. She saw him looking at her panties and turned around so he could see the back. On the butt was a large bumble bee with the word 'Nice'. He smiled and wondered exactly who this woman really was.

She moved around to the side of the bed and climbed up. She knelt between his legs and he couldn't take his eyes off her body. Henry didn't know whether to be embarrassed or proud that his cock had grown, but he was anxiously waiting for her to decide what was going to happen next. She put a hand on each of his knees and then moved her hands up his legs. Her hands were warm against his skin and he suppressed a shiver.

He didn't know if she was going to do something to him, or with him, and then turn him in, but this certainly was an exciting turn of events from just hours before.

"Tell me why you were in the field," she asked.

Elizabeth moved her hands to within millimeters from touching his cock or balls. She let her hands trace over his legs and stomach, but was careful not to bump his genitals.

"I was running from a crazy guy," Henry said with a slight quiver to his voice.

Watching her move her hands and tease him was having an effect on his concentration.

"I don't think you are telling me the entire story," she purred.

"What else is there to tell? When someone points a gun at you the logical thing to do is run," he said, his words coming faster with excitement.

"Most people would call the police, but there wasn't any history of a call to the police on your phone," she said. When she mentioned his phone, a panicked look crossed his face and she continued. "Don't worry, I didn't do anything to your phone. It's on the dryer waiting for your clothes to dry. I also didn't find the gun you were sticking into my ribs in my truck."

He didn't know how he was going to talk or charm his way out of this situation, but he wasn't sure it was a situation he wanted to get out of.

"I could never shoot anyone as smart and beautiful as you," he said with as much confidence that he could muster, being tied up and naked on the bed.

Her laugh was full, throaty and sexy, and he wanted her. He wanted her more than he had wanted someone in quite a long time. He wanted her more than just enjoying her body. He had only known this woman for a short time, but the pull on him was more powerful than anything he could remember.

The doorbell rang and it startled both of them. She leaned down and licked the length of his cock and then climbed off the bed. She slid down her bumble bee panties and picked them up and leaned over the bed with them balled up in her hand.

"Open your mouth," she whispered.

He did so quickly, not entirely sure what she wanted. After his mouth was open, she slowly stuffed her wet panties in his mouth.

"We can't have you screaming for help," she said.

Henry didn't try and respond. He watched her walk over to the wall and grab a robe off a hook and start to put it on while walking out of the room.

Today had been a day that he never expected. First, he never expected the homeowner to return so soon that he had to race out of the house. Second, he never expected for the homeowner to be crazy and run after him shooting all the while. Third, he never expected to have to kidnap a doctor; it was a beautiful coincidence that she was amazing in so many ways. Lastly, he never expected that the sexy doctor would patch him up and then tie him to a bed naked. Today started with a bang and hopefully it will end with one too.

Chapter 3

Elizabeth arrived at the front door as the doorbell chimed again. She looked through the peep hole in the door and she could see Officer Jake standing on her doorstep. She made sure the chain was hooked before opening the door a crack.

"Hi Jake," she said through the small opening. "What's up?"

"I'm out doing welfare checks to the residents that live in remote locations," he said. "I want to see if they have seen any strange characters sneaking about."

"That's nice of you to check up on me, but I'm fine," she said.

Elizabeth watched him look at her in her bath robe that was loosely tied around her waist.

"Is the chain necessary?" He laughed and pointed at the safety measure. "Do you mind if I come in and search for hidden intruders?"

She thought about what his reaction would be if he searched her place and found a naked man tied to her bed. What would his response be? Part of her wanted to let him in to see his reaction, but she wasn't interested in Jake and she didn't want an arrest to spoil her fun.

"I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I checked the rooms when I got home," she said. "Now I'm going to go and take a warm bath and relax from several long days of work."

"I could wash your back if you'd like?" Jake said. The awkward silence that followed told him he overstepped his bounds of friendship.

"Good night Jake," she said and started to close the door.

"Good night," he answered.

Officer Jake turned with a defeated look on his face and walked back to his police cruiser. She kept watch to make sure he wasn't hanging around, and when she saw his vehicle drive away down the driveway, she raced back to the bedroom.

"Did you miss me Henry?" Elizabeth asked cheerfully as she entered the room. She had made sure that the tie to the robe had come undone during her entrance, and the light material fluttered open as she walked.

She didn't understand him, as he still had her panties in her mouth, but he was shaking his head yes. Knowing that she had stuffed her panties in his mouth was incredibly sexy to her. She wasn't sure why, but her nipples hardened and she could feel other parts of her body heating up. Maybe she should blindfold him? No, she wanted to see his face when she slid down on him.

He watched her walk towards the bed and when her robe opened to show her body, it felt like electricity was coursing through him. He had never had a woman stuff her panties in his mouth, but the silky material felt at home. He concluded that it felt at home because she did it. He was still naked and she was almost naked. If she had stuffed his mouth and went off to watch television, it wouldn't have the same effect.

Elizabeth climbed on the bed and kept moving until she was straddling him. She didn't take off her robe and the material tickled Henry's legs as she sat down on his swollen cock. She didn't guide his cock so she could fuck him, instead she sat on his cock as it lay engorged on his stomach.

She shifted her hips until the length of him pushed between her lips and she started moving. Slowly, her wetness covered his stiff shaft and she stroked him with her pussy. He pushed his hips up wanting her to grind on him harder, but as he did so, sharp pains from his wound sent tendrils of pain, and she could feel his body tense.

"Does your wound hurt?" She asked. She kept moving over him and glanced down at the bandage taped to his abdomen.

It's very difficult to shrug your shoulders when your arms are over your head and your wrists are bound, so he just shook his head no.

"If it hurts too much I can stop," she said.

He shook his head more emphatically this time. He had never had a woman stroke his cock with her pussy like she was doing, and it felt amazing. The warmth and slickness of her pussy moving over him left him helpless to do anything but enjoy.

He ignored the pain and lifted his head to watch her slide back until her clit rode down his length and then back up. Her pace was slow and methodical, enjoying it as much as he was.

Elizabeth shrugged off the robe from her shoulders where it fell silently to land on his legs. She took her breasts in her hands and met his gaze. Part of her couldn't believe that she was having sex with this stranger, but the draw of this 'bad boy' was something she couldn't deny. He watched her move her hands and she touched and rubbed and pulled on her breasts and nipples. Having his eyes on her was so hot and she gave him a good show. She pulled and squeezed and then leaned her head down and pulled her breast up and took a nipple in her mouth.

Henry moaned through her panties. He pressed through the pain and pushed his hip up into her. She sucked and rode and created a rhythm for them both. Her slow controlled movements were driving him wild and watching her suck on her own nipples was mind blowing. Her pussy was stroking his cock and with each movement he moved closer and closer to orgasm.

He pulled against the bonds wanting nothing more than to take her into his hands. She rocked and picked up the pace and the change of movement was enough to push her over the edge. Her muscles tightened and her body started to shake with her actions triggered Henry's own orgasm. His legs straightened and his body was racked with pain and pleasure in a mind-fuck that he had never thought possible; through her moans he started to cum.

Elizabeth pushed his pain to the back of her mind and rode him faster and her body reacted in the best way possible. Pleasure hit her like a freight train and she felt his body match hers. She felt his cock harden even more and then his hot cum shot from his cock on to his stomach. With each stroke of her pussy, more cum shot over his belly and he moaned loudly through her panties.

Elizabeth kept moving for the next several minutes, as her body returned to pre-orgasm status and his erection started to fade. She stopped moving and took her finger and ran it through the fluid on his stomach, feeling the cooling slippery stickiness.

"Henry, I think that we might have aggravated your stitches and I'm going to have to take a look. We are also going to have to clean you up," she said, her mouth a smile from ear-to-ear.

She leaned over him, letting her breasts touch his chest, and put her face in front of his. She bit down on a part of her panties hanging out of his mouth and moved her head back until her panties were free. He moved his tongue over his lips and inside his mouth before he spoke.

"Are you going to keep me tied up all night or are you going to let me go?" Henry asked.

Elizabeth moved up his torso, kneeling on either side of his chest. She leaned to be able to reach the rope that bound him. Her breasts bumped against his face as she moved and he loved how the weight of them pushed into him. She took her time and he enjoyed every touch of her skin against his. Her confidence was amazing and erotic. He had never been with a woman that took charge of a sexual situation like she had just done. When she was done with each wrist, she sat on his chest and looked down at him.

"Do you want to touch me?" Elizabeth asked.

He couldn't keep the smile off his face looking up at her with the heat of her pussy on his chest. How did she know what he was thinking? He wanted to touch all of her and never stop. He moved his arms and the pain shot through his shoulders from being restrained.

"Do you need some help?" Elizabeth giggled at his struggles.

Elizabeth reached down and grabbed both of his wrists and pulled them to her stomach; it took all of his restraint not to scream in pain. Henry opened his hands so his palms were pressed against her toned abdomen. The feeling of thousands of needle pricks let him know that blood was rushing back to his shoulders and he wanted to rub them to dissipate the feeling, but he wanted to hold her breasts in his hands more. She lifted his hands off her stomach and put them on her breasts. His hands were warm and her nipples tightened at his touch. She wanted him but was afraid that his stitches would get aggravated if she didn't give him a little time to rest.

When she took his hands and placed them on her breasts, he couldn't believe how much he wanted to be with her. He didn't know why the feeling was so strong, but it threatened to drown him with emotion. He held her breasts and felt how soft her skin was and how her hard nipples pushed against his fingers when he moved his hands over her.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

The words slipped through his lips before he knew what had happened; she blushed a deep pink hearing his words. There were plenty of times in her life that men and women had told her that she was beautiful or hot or any other term or effort to get in her pants, but she was already naked and he had said it. It wasn't an angle to try and get something from her, just an honest couple of words that made her heart beat faster.

"I think the pain medication is fogging your eyesight," she said.

"I thought what we just did was supposed to take the pain away," he said with a smile.

In fact, he didn't feel much pain other than the fading annoyance in his shoulders.

"Are you going to be able to shower by yourself or do you need help?" Elizabeth asked.

"I would never turn down help from a trained professional," he answered.

"I'll be in the bathroom. Listen for the sound of running water," she said.

She moved and his hands slid off her body and down to the bed. He watched as she walked out of the room and how the curve of her ass moved. He thought that this would be the perfect time to make a run for it. He thought that if she was going to turn him in she would have done so already, and he didn't want to be away from her? What was going to happen when she returned to work tomorrow? Would he fade away or would he wait for her to get home? What did she want? There were so many thoughts running through his mind, but right now she was waiting for him to follow, and that's what he was going to do.

When he exited the bedroom he could hear running water and he walked slowly in that direction. The second door on the left was open and he could hear the water running, but it wasn't the shower. He turned the corner and saw she was sitting on the edge of a whirlpool tub with her back to him. He stopped just inside the bathroom and looked at her and the way her hair hung down over her shoulders. She didn't even turn around waiting to see if he would follow. She was doing something with her arms and he knew what it was once he watched her set a bottle of bubble bath on a shelf next to the tub.

Chapter 4

"I'll check on your clothes. You watch the water level and I'll be right back," Elizabeth said.

She lifted her legs and spun around on her ass until her feet were on the floor and she stood up. She walked towards him and stopped before exiting the room. She looked up and kissed him on the mouth and then was gone.

As she walked through the house to the laundry room, she wondered more than once what she was doing. How long would she let this guy stay at the house? What was going to happen when she had to go back to work? What exactly was he doing when he got shot? He looked smart enough and he's certainly a treat for the eyes to look at, but why did she trust him when she knew next to nothing about him.

Elizabeth pulled his clothes out of the dryer and folded them nicely; except for the shirt which she threw away. There was no sense in saving a shirt covered in blood with a bullet hole in it. She tried to contain her excitement on her way back to the bathroom, but she couldn't help the bounce in her step. She set his clothes on the bed and found an old t-shirt from a past boyfriend and added it to the pile. She walked back to the bathroom and when she got there the water was off and he was sitting in the water with bubbles up to his chest.

When she bought the house she thought that there might be a time when she would be able to use the tub for fun, and today was the day! The only other time she used the tub was when she needed a nice soak from a long shift at work.

"I set your clothes on the bed," she said as she walked towards the tub. "I found you a new old shirt, since I had to dispose of the one with the bullet hole in it," she smiled.

"You didn't have to wash my clothes, but thank you," Henry answered. "And thank you again for fixing me up."

"Are you talking about your bullet wound or what we just did in the bedroom?" Elizabeth asked, trying to sound innocent.

Her words made Henry blush slightly as he thought about what happened in the bedroom. She surprised him with how forward she was when talking about sex.

"I was talking about my injury, but the bedroom was an unexpected amazing surprise," he said.

"What was surprising about it?" Elizabeth pressed.

She walked until she was standing next to the tub and never once tried to cover her nakedness from him. He turned his eyes to the bubbles and made sure he was pushed up against the back of the tub to give her ample room to climb in. She smiled at his effort to give her privacy while she stepped into the tub and she lowered her body into the warm water. She rested her back against the opposite side of the tub and let the bubbles provide some protection.

"I guess I was surprised that you had me tied up," he continued their conversation.

"I had to make sure that I got compensated for my work," she said.

Elizabeth stretched out her legs and set them on his legs.

"Will you rub my feet?" Elizabeth asked.

He reached his hands under the water and took a foot in his hands and started massaging it. She closed her eyes while he worked on her feet. He took his time rubbing and doing his best to 'pay back' her for her medical attention.

"No more bullshit," she said while not opening her eyes. "Tell me why you got shot and what you are doing around here."

Henry stopped his work on her foot for a brief second, but then continued.

"It's probably better that I just leave now so you don't think any less of me," he said.

"How bad can it be? Do you have a history of pretending to have a weapon to kidnap women?" Elizabeth asked.

He laughed softly.

"No, I don't. I saw you leaving the hospital and made a quick decision to try and get help from you," he explained. "When the officer stopped to chat you up, I made my move to hide behind your car until you unlocked it so I could hide in your backseat."

"That's pretty generous to say you were looking for help when you were clearly kidnapping me," she said. "Were you planning on having sex with me too after I patched you up?"

This made him stop the massage while thoughts raced through his head. He didn't know how to answer the question. If he said yes would she think he was a rapist? If he said no, would she think that he wasn't attracted to her? He decided to play it safe.

"I had lost a lot of blood and was just hoping that you could fix me and not call the cops," he said.

"Nice effort not answering the question," she said and smiled. "So, get on with it."

"So, what I do is break into people's homes and live there while they are away," he said, like it was a normal thing to do.

"Don't you have a place of your own?" Elizabeth asked.

"I do, but there's something exciting about living somewhere you shouldn't and the threat that you will get caught," he said.

"So, Rusty walked in on you while you were at his place and you ran," she guessed.

"But you didn't run fast enough and he tagged you as you escaped."

"That's right," Henry said while nodding his head.

"Is it a money thing?" She asked while mulling over his story in her mind.

"It's quite the opposite," Henry said. "I have wealth that I couldn't spend in two lifetimes. I think I just got bored."

He started massaging her feet again and she moaned softly. She suspected that he had given out foot rubs before with the way he was making her feet feel.

"So, if you have all this money," she kept the conversation going, "Why not take up mountain climbing or sky diving or some other trendy outdoor adventure to get your thrills?"

"That stuff might be exciting to some," he answered. "But there is no real fear involved. There are many times that I have made my escape with the home owners in the house, and that type of imminent danger is hard to replicate."

"How do you know which houses to hit?" Elizabeth asked.

"I have a system," he answered.

"Explain it to me," she said.

"There are certain things that I have to keep secret, but I will let you know that I'm very good with computers and have an uncanny ability to disarm security systems," he said.

"Where were you going after Rusty's?" Elizabeth asked.

"There is a house not far away where the owners are spending a week in Arizona," he said. "I was planning on heading there."

Elizabeth tried to process what he was saying. Apparently he was very wealthy but liked to break into houses. It was probably not much different than people stealing from stores for the 'thrill', even though they had money to pay for the merchandise. She thought about the next several days she had off from work and wondered if an adventure was in order.

"Okay you talked me into it," she said.

He stopped with her feet again.

"Wait. I didn't talk you into anything," he said.

"You certainly did. You asked me if I wanted to go with you on your next squat," she said, the smile returning to her face. "That is what it's called to live somewhere when the owners aren't there, right?"

"I'm a solo act," he said. "There's no way that you want to get caught and have it wreck your career."

She moved her feet in the water to between his legs and let her toes move over his cock. He wasn't hard when she started, but as she moved her feet his penis came to life. She used her toes on each foot to stroke his cock while never taking her eyes from his.

"I think what you meant was you were a solo act," she said. "What kind of fun things do we get to do when in the house?"

"I explore the house and see what I can find," he emphasized the 'I' each time he said it.

"Think of me as Batman to your Robin," she said. "The Brain to your Pinky. Fred to your Barney. Han Solo to your Chewie." She realized that she had named all men duos and quickly added, "Laverne to your Shirley."

"Wait. Who are Laverne and Shirley?" Henry asked.

"Haven't you heard of the old sitcom Happy Days?" Elizabeth said, shaking her head with disbelief.

She continued to stroke him with her toes and feet while he gave her a blank stare on the question of Happy Days.

"Anyway, I think that sounds exciting and I'm in. I don't have to be back to work for a couple of days so we can have some fun," she said.

"You are crazy," he laughed.

He had no other choice but to laugh, as it was obvious he was not going to be able to change her mind, and not really wanting to. He let his mind wander to what it would be like to explore houses with a beautiful woman next to him, or above him, or under him. What kind of mischief could they get in together?

"So, when do we leave? Do I need to pack anything?" Elizabeth asked sweetly.

Elizabeth moved forward in the water close enough that she could reach his cock with her hands. She gripped him hard and gave his shaft a few jerks.

"You don't need to pack anything," he said softly. The feeling of her hands on him was muddling his thoughts and he couldn't think straight. "We can leave whenever you are ready."

"Then you better fuck me first," she said as she let go of him and stood up in the tub. She stepped out and moved to the counter where she sat and slid her ass back several inches.

Henry stood up and followed her. She watched him walk over and noticed that his wound was bright red from the warm water, but it wasn't bleeding or oozing anything. She though he should be able to handle a quick fuck.

As he approached, she spread her legs and lifted them up in the air so he could stand between them. He planted his feet on the dark blue carpet, which matched the white and blue color scheme of the room. She reached down with one hand and grabbed his cock and then rubbed the tip up and down her slick pink lips.

"Fuck me," she said, her voice half commanding and half pleading; he didn't need any encouragement.

Henry pushed forward and watched as his thick shaft sank into her pussy and he quickly disappeared inside her.

"Fuck me hard," she commanded.

She leaned back so her shoulders rested against the large mirror and her hands on the counter held her upright. She lifted her legs farther into the air and he pulled out and then rammed his hard cock back inside her.

When she rode him in the bedroom, it was hard for her to not slide down on his cock. Now, having her spread wide by him was everything she had hoped for, and more. His cock was thick and hard, and each time he pumped her pussy, she wanted more.

"Harder. Fuck me like you're mad at me!" she exclaimed.

Elizabeth pushed her chest out and tilted her hips. Henrymoved in and out of her, each stroke slapping his body harder against her. She watched his face and their eyes met as their bodies moved together in carnal bliss. Again and again, he pumped his engorged cock inside her. He reached up with his hands and put them on her shoulders and then his movements came faster and with increased effort. Elizabeth reached down and put her fingertips on her clit. She rubbed her clit as his cock pounded her pussy.

She started to breathe faster and faster.

"Stop! Don't make me cum yet!" Elizabeth gasped and pushed against his muscled abdomen with the hand that had been on her clit.

He waited for instructions with his throbbing cock at the ready. She reached up and grabbed him by the hair and started pushing his head down. He let her guide his head and she continued to push until his face was next to her pussy.

"Put your tongue in me," she whispered.

Henry had been with plenty of women in his lifetime, but Elizabeth was unique in a way he had never witnessed before. She didn't hesitate when it came to sex and took the lead in what was happening. She didn't wait to see if he was going to please her or not, and then had to make sure she didn't bruise any frail male egos. She knew what she wanted and he better listen if he wanted to continue to enjoy this incredible woman.

He knelt down on the floor and pushed his face against her pussy. She straightened her legs and spread them out like a cheerleader, and he explored her with his tongue. He licked the length of her pussy and then plunged his tongue inside her. He licked her slick walls and she never released her grip on his hair.

His tongue was warm and wet and sent a different feeling through her body. The heat of his mouth on her pink lips sent shivers up and down her spine. After licking inside, he started licking her clit and then put his mouth on her clit and sucked softly. With her clit held in his mouth he used the tip of his tongue to swirl light circles and she gripped him tighter and pulled his face harder against her. He kept teasing her clit with his tongue until her moaning told him she was close to orgasm.

Without a direct order, he stood up and she released his hair. Henry guided his cock inside her. He could feel her gripping him with her pussy and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her. He started slow but quickly increased the pace.

She moved her hands to grip the edge of the countertop and hold her in place while his cock slammed into her. He grabbed her again by the shoulders and his cock slammed inside her again and again.

The effort of his abdomen in fucking her had ruptured the stitches and a small trickle of blood started to drip down his wet skin; that only made Elizabeth even hotter. She could see he was working hard to fuck her, and she wanted to do things to him that she had never thought of before. She wanted to tie him up again and do things that he may or may not entirely enjoy. Right now, she wanted all of his cock.

"More!" She screamed.

She could feel his balls slam into her ass with each thrust of his cock inside her.

"MORE!" Elizabeth screamed louder.

He squeezed her shoulders for a tighter grip and threw his hips into the motion. His hard shaft drove inside with an intensity that was almost ferocious. She was past being able to push off her orgasm any longer and she opened her mouth to scream.

The large tiled bathroom gave her scream an echoing effect and she moved her hips to ride out the wave of pleasure. Her screaming had tipped him over the edge and his hold on her was turning painful, but that only brought more ecstasy to the moment and he started to cum inside her. He thrusted inside and then stayed there while his body visibly shook with pleasure. Henry out and in again; the process continued with each shaking becoming less and less. Eventually he let go of her shoulders and moved back so she could put her legs down. He reached out a hand to her in a silent gesture to help her off the counter, and she took his hand and soon she was standing next to him. Her legs were trembling, and he held her tightly so she didn't fall.

"If you think about leaving without taking me with you, I will find you and squeeze your balls till they pop in my hands," Elizabeth whispered.

She had used a tone that was as nice as could be, but had an edge to it that he knew she would carry out what she said without blinking an eye. He pulled her close to him and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He moved a hand into her hair and ran it to the back of her head. He held her there as he kissed her soft and firm and she kissed him back. She reached up and put her hands on his cheeks and held his face while they kissed. It could have been seconds or minutes or hours, but they both were lost in the kiss. Finally they broke free and shared a look that caused both of them to smile.

"I'm going to clean up here and you can use the bathroom on the main floor. I'll show you the way," she said.

"I know where it is," he said with a wink.

"Have you been in my house before?" She asked and punched him in the arm. He walked past her to the hallway.

"Yes Elizabeth, I have been in your house before," he said. "You have great taste in wine."

Chapter 5

Fuck. He knew her name and he had been in her house before. Somehow that made her like him even more.

"My taste in wine is the cheapest Moscato I can find," she called out after him. She wondered if he was making fun of her or if he actually liked the sweet stuff like her.

He didn't respond and she walked to the hallway to see if he was standing there, but he was gone. She turned back into the room and walked over and let the water out of the tub. She walked into the glass shower stall next to the tub and turned on the water. She took her time in the shower and then got ready to meet him in the kitchen.

Elizabeth entered the kitchen to the smell of bacon cooking. He was standing by the stove pouring something into a pan. He was covered only in an apron which left nothing to the imagination when looking at him from behind; she took a moment to let her eyes play over his shoulders and back, finally settling on his amazing ass and legs. He didn't appear to have heard her come in and she felt a bit overdressed in her leggings and t-shirt. She wondered if she should quickly sneak back upstairs and change.

"There are some pancakes ready," he called over his shoulder. "The bacon will be done in a bit, depending on if you like it crispy or chewy."

Fuck, how did he know she was there?

"I like my bacon crispy please," she said.

"I have plates over on the counter with maple syrup and butter," he answered. "I didn't know if you wanted wine with breakfast, so I waited."

"Maybe after we clean our pallets from the syrup we can switch to wine, but I always like milk with my pancakes," she admitted.

"Me too!" Henry answered without turning around. "You're in charge of drinks."

Over the next several minutes he finished with the pancakes and bacon and carried them over to where she sat waiting at the table. She moved the other items to the table and two place settings were waiting when he got there.

"Ladies first," he said while gesturing with his hand at the food.

Elizabeth hadn't realized how hungry she was until the food was there and her stomach growled loudly for them both to hear. She stabbed several pancakes with her fork and pulled them to her plate, adding some bacon. After she was done with the butter, she slid it his way and then did the same with the syrup. They shared some smiles while they ate.

"How do you get in the house without setting off the alarms?" Elizabeth asked before taking a bite of bacon.

"I have some unique skills where computers are involved," he answered.

"Is that how you made your money?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes it is," he answered.

"Would you care to elaborate?" Elizabeth asked.

"Not really," he said, shaking his head slightly.

"Could you wipe out my student loan debt?" She asked and laughed.

"Wipe it out by paying for it, or by making it go away?" He answered with his own question.

"Are you serious?" Elizabeth asked, trying to keep her excitement to a minimum.

"Paying it would be easier but less fun," he smiled as he continued. "I think that's why I do what I do. It's a puzzle every time gaining entry into someone's house or hotel room and I like challenges."

"Have you done this in other countries?" She asked.

He paused before answering and was considering how to answer. Finally, he spoke, "Yes I have, but that has a tendency to get messy very fast. I have some influence in the States, but outside of the US I'm more limited. A wrong move or the wrong house in another country can create a problem I might not be able to escape from easily."

"It sounds like you speak from experience," she said, trying to pry for information.

"There was a time in Germany that was touch and go and I had to pull some strings not to end up in prison," he said.

"Well, I Googled you while you were out, and I couldn't find anything about you. Are you some kind of spy or something?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm not a spy, although if I was a spy I would deny being a spy," he said. "Or would I admit to being a spy to throw you off and impress you?" He tapped his chin as if really contemplating his choices if he was actually a spy.

"I think if you were a spy, you're probably a pretty bad spy to get shot by Rusty," she said.

She finished and laughed; he laughed with her.

"Well, you are right about that," he said. "Anyway, I'm not a spy. I'm just a regular guy that's good at computers."

"Can you get me free Netflix for life?" Elizabeth asked, trying to find the limits to his computer abilities.

"Yep," he said while putting his last bite of pancake in his mouth.

"What about Prime? That fucking Bezos guy has enough money," she said.

They both laughed and soon she was asking about all kinds of crazy things. The more he said yes, the crazier and more exotic her requests became. Eventually her inquiries slowed and they sat looking at each other from across the table.

"Elizabeth, this is a game for me, but it could have some long-lasting consequences for you should we get caught," he said, his tone serious.

"Then make sure we don't get caught," she said matter-of-factly.

He could only laugh at her boldness. She did smile when she said it, but he knew she wasn't joking. So now he was going to be responsible for two people not getting caught.

"You can sleep in my bed with me but no funny business," she said.

He wondered briefly if Elizabeth was crazy. Maybe she was, but that didn't stop him from wanting to spend more and more time with her. Was it fate that he was shot today and she was the one to help him?

"What time do we need to leave tomorrow?" Elizabeth asked.

She was asking him the question like they were leaving for a road trip to Disneyland. If she was able to keep this attitude up, they were going to have quite a fun time.

"There's no time frame for when we need to leave," he said. "What time do you need to be back to work?"

"I might not go back to work if I enjoy your company enough," she admitted.

Equal parts of excitement and fear washed through his body.

"If you don't work, what are your plans for the future?" Henry asked.

"Well, it's too early to ask me to marry you, but I'm flattered that you would think of that so soon after just meeting me," she said. "If you play your cards right, you never know though."

She didn't wait for him to respond. She stood up from the table and stacked the plates up. In short order she had the dishes in the dishwasher and the table was cleared. He just sat in silence watching her move and found himself smiling all the while. She grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and started walking out of the kitchen.

"Come on, it's time for bed," Elizabeth called over her shoulder.

"Are we sleeping in the same bed?" He called ahead as he walked to catch up to her.

"You can spoon me, but that's it," she answered. "I'm tired from all the excitement today."

He followed her up the stairs and once in the bedroom, they each did some pre-bed preparation including a quick look at his stitches. Soon they were under the covers. Neither of them was wearing any clothes and he wondered how he was going to spoon her without anything happening.

"Kiss me," she said as they lay on their sides facing each other.

He moved his body closer and went up on his elbow so he could angle his head down to kiss her. She tilted her head as he moved in and they kissed briefly and then she pulled away.

"Now get some sleep so we're not late for tomorrow," she said.

He wondered what she thought they were going to be late for tomorrow. There was no timeline on being anywhere other than in her house, but she was obviously eager to be a criminal. He didn't know if she was setting him up and then was going to call the authorities or not. He briefly thought it might be best if he snuck out during the night, but he didn't want to leave her. He wanted to get to know her better. He wanted to know everything about her and every inch of her body. He hoped he would be able to sleep with her next to him.

Remarkably he was able to fall asleep with her naked body pressed against him and he had the best night's sleep that he could remember.

Chapter 6

When Henry woke up, he was the only one in the bed. He felt the other side of the bed and the sheets were cool, which meant that Elizabeth had been up for a bit. He exited the bed and walked to the master bathroom and jumped in the shower. He used her products on his hair and when he finished, he opened the glass door and saw that a towel was waiting for him on the nearby vanity counter. His clothes were folded next to the towel and a new toothbrush completed the package.

"I had an extra toothbrush I left for you on your clothes," Elizabeth called from the bedroom. "Hurry up and get ready. I have blueberry bagels with strawberry cream cheese waiting. There's some other stuff too."

He stepped out of the shower and took one step to the counter. He unfolded the towel and started drying his hair. He moved the towel from his hair to his face and then to his chest. When he opened his eyes she was standing in the doorway with a bagel in her hands looking at him.

Elizabeth was dressed all in black with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looked like she was going to the gym and her clothes could have been a second skin. Henry had never been self-conscious about his body, but something about this woman made him feel a bit different while standing there with only a towel protecting his nakedness.

"How do my stitches look?" He asked while continuing to dry himself off.

"It looks like I know my way around a gunshot wound," she answered and smiled.

She took a bite of bagel and stepped into the room. He tried not to let that distract him and started drying his legs. When he stood up she was right next to him, while still chewing her bite of food. Elizabeth reached out and touched his abdomen with her fingertips and moved them over the stitches. Her touch sent excitement through his body and he stood rooted to the floor while she continued her inspection.

"Does this hurt?" Elizabeth asked as she pushed on the swollen skin. Henry suppressed the complaint that was trying to escape his lips.

"How about now?" Elizabeth asked.

She flattened her hand, placed it on his stomach and started moving it down. She looked up at his face while she took another bite of bagel. Eventually her hand found his cock. She held his cock in her hand and felt it grow with each beat of his heart. She moved closer and put her mouth on his nipple and bit down softly. He moaned and his cock was hard in her hand. She kissed and sucked on his nipple while stroking his shaft lightly. She loved feeling the girth and remembering what it felt like when he was deep inside her.

"That doesn't hurt at all," he said around short breaths.

"When we are exploring our first target," she said. "Do we get to have sex in whatever rooms we want?"

"It would be a shame not to use a house as we see fit," he said.

"So, get dressed so we can start already," she stated. "I'm really hot and want to feel your tongue inside me again."

Elizabeth turned and walked out of the bathroom. Henry was left with his towel in his hand and his cock engorged, waiting and wanting more. He laughed to himself thinking about the kind of crazy person that held a bagel in one hand and stroked a man's cock with the other. Then she tells him how horny she was and instead of taking advantage of a perfect situation where they could have sex without anyone bothering them, she walks out with her bagel. He knew he was in so much trouble with this woman and the thought made him feel more alive than he had felt in a long time.

The rest of the morning went quickly; before she knew it they were in her truck and ready to go. Initially, she wanted to take a bag with her, but he said the only thing he ever took with him was a toothbrush. So, she put their toothbrushes in her purse and they were off.

"Why do you only take a toothbrush?" She asked as they pulled out of her driveway. "Do you have a thing for Jack Reacher?"

"Jack who?" Henry asked.

"You know, Jack Reacher. He's a character Lee Child created," she answered. "He's a drifter that travels around with not much more than a toothbrush."

"I never heard of him," he admitted. "I'm guessing it's probably a popular series?"

"Yes it is. They made a movie with Tom Cruise in it, but he doesn't fit the physical attributes of Reacher," Elizabeth said. "Then they made a Netflix show where the guy fits pretty well. You should watch it and maybe get some drifter tips."

"I'm not a drifter," he said defensively. "I'm curious about how people live and this is how I get my kicks."

"That's exactly what a drifter would say," she countered. "It seems weird, but I admit I'm interested in seeing what it's like."

"I can pull up my accounts if you want to see balances," he offered.

She drove down the road following the directions he gave her before they left. Apparently, he had numerous targets all picked out for the next month to keep moving across the country.

"How would I know they are yours and not someone else's with your computer savvy?" Elizabeth asked.

"You are quite the pessimist," he said.

"I think the word is realist," she said. "After we test out a few houses you can take me on a vacation and spend some of your wealth."

"Where would you like to go?" Henry asked.

"If I don't get bored with you, I'll let you know," she said. "Until then let's have some fun!"

"So, there are rules. I don't just break in and wreck stuff," he said. "I maintain the status quo, so there's no curiosity that would trigger a DNA search or anything like that."

"Rules are made to be broken," Elizabeth sang her response to him.

"Not these rules," he said firmly. "There is no reason to leave any evidence that someone might find."

"Okay I'll be a good girl while we are there," she said with a pout. "Unless we find a strap-on and then you're mine!"

Henry wasn't used to a woman being so forward that her comments scrambled his brain. He couldn't think straight as the image of her naked with a strap-on was giving him the erotic knock-out punch. Has she done this before? What made her mind go right to the thought of finding a strap-on?

"Can I be yours even if we don't find any toys?" Henry asked.

"If we find some restraints then I'll be yours," Elizabeth purred. "You can tie me up like I did with you and fuck me however you want."

"Well, that sounds fair. I can only hope that we find some fun stuff at the house," he said.

They drove for a bit in silence, with each one thinking to themselves how they got there. Elizabeth felt free with Henry and had said things to him that she had never said to another person. There was something about him that made her feel secure and sexually powerful. She had never used a strap-on and didn't know why that popped in her head, but it sounded good and it made her incredibly horny.

Henry ran over the events of yesterday and how he woke up tied up and naked in her bedroom. The feeling of being at the sexual mercy of a beautiful intelligent woman was something that was indescribable; and incredibly fucking hot. He reached behind her seat and retrieved the laptop that he had stored the day before when he snuck into her vehicle.

"What's that for?" Elizabeth asked.

"It's the master key," he said.

"Is that what you call it? Tell me you don't have a dopey name for your penis too," she said. "Wait, do you have a name for your penis?"

"Are you asking because you named your vagina?" Henry said with a laugh.

"I may have named her, but I don't know you well enough to reveal her true name," Elizabeth said with a giggle.

"You won't tell me, because if I knew her true name I would have power over her?" Henry asked. "Sort of like knowing the name of a wizard or witch or other mythical creature?"

"She has amazing powers and you should speak nice of her if you ever want to meet her again," Elizabeth answered.

"So, I can't put anything in her unless I get invited in, like you have to invite a vampire into your home?" Henry asked.

"Are you calling her a bloodsucking monster?" Elizabeth asked, feigning offense at his words.

He couldn't tell if she was joking or not with her tone, and she had her eyes on the road so it was hard to read her face. He decided to continue the banter while opening his laptop and hitting the power button.

"She's more like a cock-sucking beauty queen," he said.

"If she's a beauty queen then what's her special talent?" Elizabeth asked.

Oh shit. He realized he might have painted himself into a corner with this conversation. What could her talent be? Any of the obvious answers just sounded stupid in his head and saying them out loud would make her think that he was just an immature dickhead.

"Her special talent is that she's part of you, and there is nowhere I would rather be than with you right now," Henry said. "I couldn't stop thinking about you last night before bed and argued with myself over and over again to wake you up just so I could kiss you."

"You are full of shit, but it sounded almost convincing," she laughed and touched his thigh while he pulled up some info on his computer.

Henry reached down and put his hand on hers; just touching her made him smile. What he should have said was that her super power was mind control, because she was all he could think about. He remembered her curves and the softness of her skin and what it felt like to have his tongue on her. He couldn't think of anything but being with her and he felt like he was in High School all over again. If she had this effect on him, he wondered why she didn't have a boyfriend.

"There's still time to turn back and just let me out.," he said with little enthusiasm. He wanted her with him, but wanted her to tell him again.

"So now I'm not good enough to fuck in a strange house, because I won't tell you the name of my pussy?" Elizabeth asked.

"That's not what I was saying and you know it," he answered.

"I don't believe you," she said.

"I will show you as soon as we get there," he said.

She wanted to pull the truck over and take his cock out of his pants and start sucking him right now, or have him put his hand inside her pants and slide his fingers in her. Since she patched him up and tied him to her bed, Elizabeth had been in a constant state of sexual awareness and she wanted to fuck Henry all the time. It didn't matter whether it was short or long or how they did it. It didn't matter as long as he had his cock inside her and he was holding her in his arms.

They drove the rest of the way to the destination holding hands. When she turned down the blacktop driveway she was surprised that this was the spot. Twin brick columns flanked the entrance to the driveway and an iron gate blocked their path.

Henry typed away on his computer while she nervously looked over her shoulder and in the rear-view mirror for cars passing by. It wasn't too long before he made a small sound of victory and the gates started to open. She looked at him to make sure it was okay and he nodded approval. She drove the truck slowly down the driveway and when she glanced at the gates in the mirrors of the truck she could see them closing behind them.

"When we get to the house, pull up to the front door," he said with a smile.

Elizabeth drove the truck down the long driveway through a forest of hardwood. She wasn't good with the different types of trees, but the trees provided plenty of cover from people driving past on the road. The excitement in her body was building with every second as they approached the house and she was wet with desire.

Her breathing was coming faster and she had to concentrate to make sure she kept her composure until she could get him naked. Eventually the trees opened up and she drove the truck into a large circular area that could easily park over fifty vehicles. There were no vehicles currently parked there and she drove to park as close as she could to the front door of the enormous mansion he had selected as the target. As they approached, Henry frantically typed away on his keyboard and soon another sound of victory escaped his lips.

"Are you ready?" Henry said and his smile of excitement was enough to melt her where she sat.

She turned the truck off and exited the vehicle with the fob in her hand. He exited with his laptop and a small leather pouch he retrieved from behind her seat.

She waited by the door and he handed her the laptop. She took it while he knelt and opened the small pouch. He pulled out some thin tools and proceeded to insert them into the lock. It only took several moments and the door was unlocked.

Henry reached out and opened the door, gesturing her inside. She walked inside and he followed making sure to close and lock the door behind them.

Chapter 7

Henry reached down and took Elizabeth's hand as he walked past her, pulling her towards the large circular stairs that dominated the entryway. She let him lead her with her heart starting to pound in her chest. With each step her body silently cried out for his touch. He didn't look back as they ascended the hardwood steps.

She looked around at the high ceiling with a large chandelier hanging and thought she must be dreaming. This was a home you only saw on television or in the movies, yet here she was breaking in to spend time with this mysterious man. The walls were covered with paintings and the house had a feel as though it was an "adults only" residence; not even close to a home a family lived in. Maybe at some point, but there are always indicators of a home that show a lived in and loving place for a family to grow. This felt colder and more institutional like she was walking through a museum.

They reached the top of the stairs and he looked left and right before turning to her and pulling her close. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He took the laptop and set it on the floor and the small leather pouch on top. He then hooked his fingers under her top and lifted it up and over her head and let it fall to the ground. She kicked off her trainers thinking that they might just drop to the ground and have sex at the top of the steps.

"Which way should we try first?" Henry asked, his voice filled with urgency. "Should we go left or right?"

Elizabeth turned and looked both ways. Every door to both hallways was open and the daylight was shining through the doorways, but giving no indication as to what the rooms contained.

"We're going to play hide and seek," she said. "Close your eyes and I will leave a trail of breadcrumbs."

Henry immediately closed his eyes and started to count backwards from one hundred. She grabbed her shoes and top and looked both ways again before deciding on the left hallway. After a couple of steps, she set one shoe on the floor and kept walking. She reached the first door and looked into what appeared to be a linen closet. Shelves of towels and sheets lined the walls. She moved on and dropped her other shoe as she went.

Elizabeth heard Henry reach "eighty-one" when she hit the next door. This room was much bigger and was a study of some sort. A large wooden desk was set in front of a wall of windows and bookshelves covered the walls. This room had a fireplace at the far end and looked exciting, but not for right now.

She moved farther down the hall and dropped her shirt and then peeked into the next doorway which was a large bathroom. This room also had potential, but again, not right now. She pulled her sports bra over her head and on her way to the next doorway dropped in on the floor. This room was a bedroom with a large bed against the far wall. The design of the room was very neutral with the color scheme and lack of any personal touch; it must be a guest bedroom. She leaned down and pulled off her socks as he said "fifty-six" and then let them drop as she hurried to the next door.

This was another bedroom, but had a set of large bunk beds on one side and indications that kids might have once stayed in the room. A large rug with train tracks and roads took up much of the open area and several toy chests sat under the windows. Shelves with books and toys and pictures occupied the walls. The bunk beds had definite possibilities, but not now.

She pulled down her pants and as she headed to the last two doors dropped them on the floor. The second to last door opened to a sitting room of some sort with a fireplace and lounging chairs. A large wooden table took up space behind the chairs. It was adorned with a simple centerpiece.

He was counting using a louder voice and "twenty-seven" rang out through the hallway. She took off her underwear and quickly ran into the last room and was very happy to see a bedroom with a large canopy bed in it. She dropped her panties two steps into the room and quickly untied the tasseled cords holding the canopy open. The thin material floated closed and soon the bed was ready.

She faintly heard him begin the count down from ten and quickly climbed into the bed and lay down on the covers, with her face looking up. She undid her ponytail and tried to remain calm with her arms at her sides but her nipples were hard and her need was all encompassing.

She didn't know how long she waited for him, but the time it took him to get to the room seemed like hours. Finally, she could tell he was in the room with her and she was sure that he could hear her heart beating out of her chest. She kept her eyes closed and did her best Sleeping Beauty impression.

"I wish I knew where Elizabeth was. Her trail of clothes led to this room but I couldn't see her," he said. His voice got closer with each word.

The light breeze that danced across her naked body, when he pulled back the canopy, let her know he was there before she felt the bed move when he climbed on.

"It looks like all I found was Sleeping Beauty," he said softly. "Maybe a kiss will wake her from her lifetime of slumber."

Henry knelt on the bed and looked at his Sleeping Beauty. She was incredible in all aspects of the word. He wanted to touch and kiss all of her at once and never stop. She was on her back and her breasts were pushed up, her nipples were tight and a beacon for his attention. He thought he noticed a twitch of the corner of her mouth like she was trying not to smile.

Henry didn't know if he should kiss her on her lips or start somewhere else and decided somewhere else was the right call. He moved his body so he was kneeling at her feet and he lifted up her left foot. When he touched her skin she jumped slightly, but then resumed her façade as the sleeping princess. He kissed her toes and it tickled more than anything until he started to kiss up her foot. He moved a hand down her leg and his kisses followed until he got to her knee and then he put her foot back on the bed and continued kissing up her leg. Henry took his time kissing up her thigh and as his mouth got closer to her pussy, the harder it was for her to stay still. He licked and kissed and spent more time when he got to the crease where her thigh met her body and then moved across the small of her stomach to the other side.

With each kiss Elizabeth dug her fingers into the covers. When he kissed across her body she fought the urge to move and arch her back and spread her legs. He kissed up her stomach and reached her breasts and kissed one nipple while brushing his lips against it. Henry loved the way her hard nipples pushed against his lips and he moved to the other one and did the same.

Elizabeth didn't think she could hold out much longer once his lips started touching her. Then she felt the heat of his mouth close over her nipple and the muscles in her body stiffened. She fought not to move from her role as Sleeping Beauty, but it was one of the most difficult things ever.

Henry took his time rolling his tongue over and around her nipple and his swollen cock was screaming at him to quicken his pace. He ignored his impatient member and kissed his way back to the other nipple and did the same thing. The heat of his mouth again made her body struggle not to squirm under his touch. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and pulled and when it popped out of his mouth he took it again in his mouth and held it with his teeth. He pulled and bit and licked and sucked and he could hear her breathing quicken. When he took his mouth away she was ready to feel his mouth on hers and then she could wake from the charade.

Henry went on one knee and pushed her legs open until he could kneel between her legs and he used the flat of his thumb to press against her clit and massage it. Elizabeth couldn't hold the sigh from escaping her lips and he moved his thumb inside her. Henry moved his thumb back up to her clit and rubbed her slickness around and around. Back and forth he switched from inserting his thumb inside her and rubbing her clit and the next time he slid his thumb inside her, he lowered his face to her and licked her clit. She couldn't remain still any longer.

"Come and kiss me so you can wake me up!" She almost screamed her request.

Hearing the passion and need in her voice was the most erotic thing that he had ever heard. He moved his way up her body and his erection bumped against her body with each movement. He brought his face to hers and she could smell herself on his lips and that was so fucking sexy.

Elizabeth waited for a second before his lips met hers and her eyes popped open. Her hands moved to the back of his head and she held him in place while she drove her tongue inside his mouth. She kissed him like he was her lifeline. She pushed her lips against his and he did the same to her. She had turned from Sleeping Beauty to Fuck Me Beauty. He kissed her and while he kissed her, his cock moved against her stomach.

"Fuck me Prince Charming." She whispered.

"As you wish," he answered.

She spread her legs and he moved his body down until the end of his cock was pushing against her. She spread her legs even farther apart and he pushed forward and his cock started to slide inside her. With his shaft inside her he wrapped his arms around her body and held her tight and started to move his hips. Her pussy held him tight and he moved his abdomen to thrust inside.

She didn't resist and let him move however he wanted. His thick shaft pumped inside her at a quick pace and the bumping of his body against her clit was amazing. He leaned his head down to kiss her neck and she raised her head up and kissed his neck also. As he fucked her his arms wrapped around her tighter and his thighs pushed into the insides of her thighs to push her legs apart even more.

Henry's thrusting increased in speed and intensity and she moved from kissing his neck to biting his shoulder. Again, and again his hard cock pounded inside her and the harder he fucked her the harder she bit him. The one action seemed to fuel the other and she knew that when they were done he was going to have marks on his shoulder for days. The length of his cock felt just as good as his girth and over and over he filled her up.

Elizabeth moaned and stretched her legs as wide as she could and he fucked her like it was the last time he was going to fuck anyone. The thrusting was so powerful that their bodies started to bounce on the bed and she dug her teeth into his salty skin and didn't let go as her body started to shake with the start of release. The sounds she was making smashed through his efforts at pushing off his orgasm and his pace slowed as each thrust wracked his body with waves of pleasure.

The two of them moved together and rode the waves of ecstasy as he kept slowing his pace and their bodies shook. She released his shoulder and started kissing him instead. He moved to loosen his grip on her and after several more seconds, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her face.

"We're going to have lots of fun here," he said and kissed her on her forehead.

"I can't wait to christen all of the rooms with you, Prince Charming," she answered with the biggest smile of her life.