Chapter One

 

Kennedy peered out through the thin slit of the black chador, her dark eyes scowling at the room as she glided up the desk where Sergeant Bobbie Downs sat leafing through reports. Downs looked up and raised her eyebrows at the black clad figure before her, and Kennedy fought down a giggle as she thrust the note at her. Downs frowned and looked down at the note, looked up at Kennedy, made a face, then picked up the phone.

Kennedy decided not to push her luck. She turned around and glided over to the wall, then waited. She was nervous, but not overly so. As outrageous as this was, she felt relatively safe. At least from the cops around her. If some nut case decided he wanted to take out his dislike at Islam on the Arab woman they thought was beneath the chador she might be in trouble, though.

Lieutenant Sanders came out of the detectives' room and glanced towards her, then strode across the floor.

"Miss uh - ."

"Salah-al-din," Kennedy said.

This, of course, was the risky part. She'd practiced altering her voice, deepening it, but fooling Sanders was a true test.

"Yes, uhm, come with me, please."

He glanced at the note as Downs handed it to him and led Kennedy through the locked detectives' door.

It was a maze behind the door, and he led her through the halls past the more mundane homicide, sex assault, burglary and narcotics sections, through another locked door, and then past the Intelligence section to the new Anti-Terrorism offices.

It being just after midnight, they were, of course, empty. Most of the detectives' offices were empty, or nearly empty. All the Intelligence guys were home in bed. Narcotics was out on the street. Burglary were on stakeouts. There were a few guys scattered through the offices catching up on paperwork and waiting for the inevitable phone calls, but on a Tuesday night, the Twenty-Ninth Precinct was dead.

That didn't make this safe. It just made it less dangerous.

"Now, according to this note you have urgent information about a plot to blow up an Italian restaurant?" he said doubtfully.

There were limits to what a feigned voice could accomplish with a man she'd known for fourteen months. And Kennedy saw no need to run the risk of slowly dawning awareness. Instead she widened her eyes in mock surprise, let out a squawk of fear, and dashed past him.

"Miss!? Miss!"

She scuffled quickly left in her sandals - the wrong way, of course, for someone trying to run off, hurrying back along the narrow stone corridor and taking a sharp left turn, then going through a door into the small area Intelligence and Anti-Terrorism used for holding cells. There were two cells in the small room, both empty, as they usually were.

"Miss uh, Salah-al-din!" Sanders called, his voice sounding more and more irritated.

He pushed open the door and Kennedy rounded quickly, backing against the bars as he approached.

"What is it you're doing - ."

His voice cut off instantly as Kennedy opened the Chador and revealed the ivory flesh of her nude body beneath.

"Woah," he breathed. "I'd know that killer body anywhere."

Kennedy grinned and pulled off the hood, her eyes full of heat and mischief.

"You are fucking nuts, Kennedy!"

She tossed the chador aside and backed against the bars, her hands going up, stretching out her long, firm body arching her back as she stared back at him.

"Jesus," he whispered, shaking his head as his eyes feasted on her body.

Everything about Kennedy was firm and hard. She was a fanatic athlete into almost every kind of sport - not watching them, but playing them. She played baseball for the joy of hammering the ball out of the park. She played hockey with relish so she could slam her shoulder into other players and drop them on their ass. She loved soccer so she could run and run, and outrun those trying to catch her. She played golf because for the joy of mastering the ball, of choosing the right club, of sensing the right direction of the wind, of judging the play of the grass.

And she was a cop because she loved solving crimes.

Sanders found his feet walking him forward without conscious thought, his hand sliding up that gorgeous chest and over her firm young breast. The small pink nipple was already rigid, sticking out a half inch as he flicked his thumb across it to draw a familiar response.

"You're out of your fucking mind," he growled, leaning in to kiss her.

She reached up, hands sliding behind his neck, her lips crushing his as she yanked him down against her. His hands went to her buttocks, squeezing them, pulling her against him and his hardening prick as their tongues slid back and forth.

"If we get caught we're both fucked!" he panted, coming up for air.

"Then let's both fuck!" she growled, yanking on his head, pulling his lips down against her once again.

He used his weight to shove her back against the bars, overheating now as the full length of her nude body squeezed against him. Kennedy's left leg curled up around him as he growled and ran his hand through her silky black hair. He yanked her head back, kissing and biting lightly at the nape of her neck as she groaned and reached down to cup his groin.

He shuddered, hands sliding down to cup her ass again, marveling, as he always did, at the incredible tactile pleasure his fingers delivered as they coasted across the perfect soft flesh of her perfect young body.

She had her hands around his neck, and now leapt up on him, her athlete's legs scissoring together around his hips as their lips crushed together. Sex with Kennedy was an exercise in endurance, a battle, a sport, and soft romantics had no place in the game.

He growled and pressed her back against the bars, his mouth ravenous as their mouths ate at each other in passion and heat. Her breasts were hard against his chest, the firmest breasts he'd ever felt in an adult woman without surgery.

"Fuck me, bastard! Or can't you get it up!?" she taunted.

"Fuck you, bitch," he growled back, jamming her back harder against the bars.

Sanders didn't really like her mind games. He knew she liked it rough. He was enough of a modern man to be a little uncomfortable with that, but Kennedy got what she wanted. Kennedy wanted unrestrained passion, and if that left bruises on her or in her that was too fucking bad.

So Sanders swung her around, dropping her butt on a low table, pressing her back against the wall behind it, groping her right breast hard. He caught her nipple between his fingers and twisted it, first right, then left. Then he bent and took the center of her hard breast into his mouth, sucking hard, chewing, his tongue whipping across her nipple as her fingers slid through his hair.

She wrapped her legs around him again, pulling him in hard, trapping him against her as she kissed back, as her strong arms slid behind him and her fingers dug into his hair. She moaned and gasped and ground her pelvis up against him as he sucked and chewed at her breast, back arching.

He pulled his head up, kissing her again, rough, hard, pulling at her hair until she gasped in pain. She unzipped him and took him out, then rubbed him against the silken entrance to her sex. She was completely hairless, as soft as a babe as he pushed into the mouth of her sex.

She tightened her legs around him as he thrust into her, and she gasped in pain, head drawn back as he drove himself up hard into her belly. She was moist and hot inside, but he was still a big man, and she was almost unnaturally tight for a woman with her experience. She was twenty four, but felt tighter than his first virgin when he was fourteen.

He began thrusting immediately. They could both lose their jobs if someone came looking for him back here. And his passion was roused by the sight and feel of her incredible body. His cock stabbed into her again and again as she gasped and moaned, but she was not, it seemed in a mood for too much speed, for she tightened her legs around him, holding him in place, making it impossible to move.

"Fuck me," she said, her eyes flashing with fire and mischief.

Her legs were strong and muscled. He couldn't move.

"Bitch," he growled.

He picked her up, swing her around against the bars, jerking her up and down on his cock. She laughed wildly and rode up and down herself, gasping in pleasure as his cock thrust up into her again and again.

"Is that all you got? Eh? Is that it?" she panted, digging her fingers into his hair, forcing his head back.

He cursed and slapped her hands away, then pinned them against the bars with one hand. With the other, he pulled his handcuffs out from his belt and snapped them around her wrists. A hot grin spread over her lips as she let herself be handcuffed to the bars, then his hands returned to her tight ass and began to jerk her up and down against him.

Kennedy panted in heat, using the bars for leverage, eyes on fire as she rolled her hips and bucked against him. His cock thrust into her hard and deep, painfully deep, but the pain was nothing as the pleasure and heat consumed her. She gasped and panted, her breathing ragged as he used her, his hips pumping hard.

He yanked back, then, slapping her legs away, dropping the floor. She stared back at him, hands cuffs tight and hard around her wrists, pinning her to the cold bars. Her chest heaved as she watched Sanders eyes taking in the incredible perfection of her body.

He ran his hands almost tenderly over her, and Kennedy shuddered with wicked excitement as his hands caressed her firm flesh, gently kneaded her breasts, and rolled her nipples.

He dropped to his knees now, forcing her thighs apart, taking her sex into his mouth, growling and sucking as she moaned and arched her back.

"Fuck meeee," she groaned.

But she had ceded control. Her wrists were locked in place as the heat washed over her. His tongue whipped across her clit, then plunged into her sex as his fingers kneaded her buttocks. He rubbed his nose against her clit, then began sucking hard and rhythmically as two fingers thrust up into her pussy.

The metal of the cuffs clanged against the bars as her hands jerked and spasmed, her head pulling back, rolling from side to side as the sensations ripped through her nervous system. Her pussy was on fire, and felt as though he were trying to devour her. His mouth sucked and licked and purred against her volcanic sex until she thought she'd go mad. But she was helpless to do anything but moan and curse him to put his cock inside her.

Sanders was very good, and she was going to come if he kept this up, come hard. She didn't want to come against his tongue. She wanted his big cock inside her. She wanted to feel it hammering against her cervix as her pussy spasmed around its length and girth.

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me, you bastard!"

He ignored her, teasing and taunting her, rolling her clit with his tongue, making her gasp and roll her hips frantically as he stoked the fires of her heat ever higher.

He jerked upright, gripping her silky black hair, jerking her head back as he used his other hand to finger and stroke her.

"Tell me you want it."

"I want it!"

"Tell me you want my -."

"I want your cock!"

He thrust his hand in between her thighs, squeezing her pussy.

"Tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch! I'm your whore! I'm your slut! Fuck me!"

"Beg for it, bitch!"

"Please fuck me!"

He spun her around so her back was to him, jerking her hips back. He slapped her tight ass and then spread her legs apart, even though that forced her onto her toes. Kennedy shuddered as she raised her ass for him, as she spread her legs and waited for his cock. Then she felt it against her, jamming against her opening as he seized her slender hips. He thrust up hard and deep and she barely repressed a cry of pleasure and pain as his cock drove high into her belly.

Kennedy let out a shuddering cry as his hips jammed into her buttocks, trying to keep quiet, to keep from screaming as his cock filled her to overflowing..

"Oh! Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Ungh!"

His hands pulled back on her hips, grinding himself into her ass, then he began to thrust in and out hard and fast, using her violently. He used his left hand to yank back on her hair so he could bite into the nape of her neck. His right hand mauled her breast and pinched her nipple, then thrust between her legs to roughly finger her clit and rub it down against his cock.

Kennedy felt utterly used, ridden, pounded as he growled and pumped and thrust hard, his hips bruising her bottom, her ankles aching as she held herself up and open for him, her pussy throbbing with hunger and heat as his prick rammed up inside her again and again.

Her mouth opened in a soundless cry of pleasure, then spasmed wider as her eyes slitted, her head jerking back. Pleasure tore through her in a sweeping wall of silent, sensations. Another followed, more powerful, then an orgasm which clawed at her mind and left her dazed and limp, her body still jerking and shuddering to the hard pounding of the man behind her.

With a flurry of thrusts, he came, gasping and moaning, biting into the nape of her neck to silence his own cry of pleasure as he rammed impaled her on his stiff prick and crushed her against the remorseless bars.