Linc's Retribution (7 page)

Chapter 10

My body is humming. In fifteen minutes I will be closing the shop, then I can go home and relax in front of the television. Maybe it had not being such a good idea to have Linc move in to the apartment above his studio. This morning I had listened as he moved about upstairs. Then at lunch time Linc invited me to lunch in the apartment. Once I was up there, it was to discover Linc naked and sprawled across the bed. Proving how weak I am round this man, instead of saying no, I
stripped and joined him.

Due to a lack of customers I was thinking of closing the shop early when the electronic buzzer goes off.  Absentmindedly I glance towards the door and see that skank Lacey walk in. Who the hell does she think she is?

“Sorry we’re closed.” At five seven and with breasts as fake as her orange skin and yellow over bleached hair I still could not understand why Linc had fucked her. All the time we were together he would go on about how much of a real woman I was, and how much he loved that fact.

Thirty seconds is all it’s taken. Thirty seconds to take away the pleasure of my lunch time rendezvous. “I said we’re closed.” With that fake smile of hers, Lacey makes a show of glancing at her watch, and at the opening times on the door and carries on walking in.

When she makes her way over to the lingerie and starts to pull out panties, my mind goes into turmoil and without thinking I stride over and snatch the underwear. “I said I’m closed.”

“Really. The sign says five and it’s only ten to.”

“I don’t give a fuck what the sign says. I said the shop is closed.” The woman is not flustered at my outburst and this only riles me more. Not caring who sees, I grab the bitch’s arm and begin to drag her across the shop floor.

“Hey, there’s no need to be rough.”

“Listen skank. You’re not welcome here. Get out of my fucking shop and keep out. You fucking skank.”

“Look, it’s not my problem if Linc’s no longer interested in a fat ass like you.”  For years I put up with snide remarks from this bitch, but no more.

“You think this is about Linc. Well honey let me inform you this has nothing to do with him or any man.” On a roll I begin to stab her in the chest with my finger. “You’re a skank. A dirty little whore. One who is not worth my time. I asked you politely to leave, and you refused. If you come into my store once more. There will be no second asking. Do you understand?” By now I have her at the door and with a final shove she lands in Linc’s arms. Fuck, can this get any worse.

“Hey is everything OK?”

“No. You can fucking let go of her now.” As Linc raises his eyebrows and spreads his arms wide. While stepping back from the bitch I turn back to the store, slamming the door in both of their faces. Linc’s eyes follow my movements as I slide the bolts into place. I will not cry, I will not cry. I repeat to myself several times as I close my eyes to stop the tears.

“Cassie, open this door!” I refuse to look back as I make my way to the rest room to collect my coat. “Cassie. Open this fucking door now!” A shudder runs through my body. I know that if he wanted to, Linc is able to smash the door without any effort. Thankfully this store has a rear exit, which I’m quick to use.

As soon as I am out in the deserted alley the tears begin and I cannot stop them. “Hey Cassie, are you OK?”

Without bothering to open my eyes, I nod slowly. “Yeah Sammie I’m fine.” I do not have to look at Sammie to know he is still there, waiting.

“Come on Cassie lets go back to my place.” Sammie is speaking to me as he gently takes me by the arm and guides me in to the rear of his coffee shop. By the time we are inside my cell has begun to ring, but I ignore it. After the last twenty four hours I am not ready to speak to Linc.

I love the aromatic smell of fresh ground coffee and nurse the cup which Sammie places in front of me. With the cup resting against my lips I inhale the fresh brew. The scent calming me. While I sit in the kitchen of Sammie’s coffee shop, he has being busy at the stove, chattering away. His irrelevant chatter soothing my frayed nerves, while I drink the coffee. Before leaving I give Sammie a swift kiss on the bald patch on top of his head.

“Thanks Sammie,”

The walk home takes me about forty five minutes. In that time I have spent it going over what occurred in the store. I know it’s not Linc’s fault that the skank had turned up at the shop. Over the last six weeks she has been calling in on the pretext of purchasing items for her job. Yet in all that time she has never called into Linc’s studio.

There are time when I over react and this could have been one of them. It’s me Linc loves. I am the one Linc is spending his free time with. The only time I do not actually see Linc, is when he’s on club business with his brothers.

“Linc you can’t just let yourself in.” When I had walked round the corner, I had spotted Linc’s Harley in the driveway.

“Where the fuck have you been? It’s nearly seven Cassie.” On a frustrated sigh, Linc rubs his bare scalp with his hand. “And why the hell have you not being answering your cell?”

Ignoring him, I remove my shoes and rub my feet. Feet that are killing me from the long walk in the most inapt shoes I must own. “Cassie I rang everyone. And there are people out searching for you.”

“Well you’ve found me now. So call your dogs’ off,” moving towards the living space I take a little dig at Linc as I fling over my shoulder. “Oh Linc, their not very good are they?”

Linc has followed me in to the living space and if his scowl is anything to go by. He’s in no mood to be teased, and my words have not calmed him down. Good, because I am not feeling calm either.

“Did you speak to Tabby?”

“About what?”

Most people would feel intimated if they are sat in a chair with a hulking six foot two, man looming over them. Stormy Indigo eyes glare down at me. For all his size Linc has never physically hurt me and I am confident enough to know that he will not now. He is my blustering big bag of wind and my panties have begun to become wet. My sullen hate for this man has gone up another notch.

“About what. About that skank, that’s what. Is she gone from the club?”  When Linc remains quiet I raise my eyes to his. Only to discover his face has moved closer to mine. My hair is in Linc’s hand as he plays with it.

Anticipation runs through my body, my eyes change direction and look towards his cock. When Linc is mad he likes to have sex. Very rarely do we ever finish an argument without ending up naked and sweaty. My mouth has gone dry as arousal seeps through my body. The pulse at my clit throbbing gently. Suggestively, I run the tip of my tongue over my lips as I reach out and undo Linc’s fly. His cock is exposed to me and I know what I am about to do.

“Oh no you don’t Cassie.” Linc stuffs his cock back in his jeans as he steps away from me. “Talk.” Frustrated, I lean back into the chair. I love the man standing in front of me. That does not stop me from blaming him for that skank of a stripper, coming into my store.

“Talk. You want to talk?” Then I make a mistake. I look up to his face. A face which has come alive with lust. His eyes are undressing me.

“No Cassie, I do not want to talk. What I want is to fuck you until you cannot think or walk.”

“Well Linc, I was up to that a moment ago. But you turned my offer down. So now we will do what you want. We will talk.” Satisfaction makes me smile, as frustration crosses over Linc’s face.

“Cassie, I will be putting you over me knee in a moment.” Oh shit, my panties are soaked.

“OK Cassie what brought on that outburst earlier and where the hell did you disappear to?” If Linc had a head full of hair, he would have pulled most of it out by now from the way he keeps rubbing his scalp. 

Jealousy is a bitch and at the moment I am torn between jealousies and hate for Lacey the Whore. I have to swallow both my pride and the bile which is rising in my throat “Did you talk to Tabby about getting rid of the whore you slept with?”

Somehow, Linc has maneuvered it so that he is now sat on the chair and I am in his lap. His hand stroking my back. After three years Linc knows me well. “Yes.”

When I make my move to jump off Linc’s lap, his free hand lands on to my thighs, locking me into place so that I’m unable to move. “Just yes, Linc?”

“Tabby agreed to fire her Cass.” Being sat on Linc’s lap is a dangerous place to be. Under my ass I feel his cock pushing against the fabric of his combats. The hand which has been holding me in place has begun to slide under my skirt, and is skimming over the tops of the thigh highs I am wearing. My breast have become heavy and if I was to look down I would see my nips standing out, pushing against the blouse I am wearing.

Linc’s body is also affected by our proximity. His nipples are erect, pushing against the black T-shirt. My hands lift automatically to brush against his chest, gliding over the hard nipples and because I can, I wiggle my bottom against Linc. “Bad girl.”

Arousal is spiraling through my body and I want Linc. “Linc, I do not want her anywhere near my shop.” I hate this insecure feeling I have where Lacey is concerned. How weak it makes me. With his finger under my chin, Linc raises my head so that we are eye to eye

“I’ll do what I can Cassie.”  His lips brush over mine and he has me straddling his thighs. My skirt rises up my legs to expose the top of my hold ups.

“Linc, when are you taking me on a date?”

“Date?”

“Yeah date.” This time I am the one to brush lips. “We’ve fucked twice since agreeing to dating, we’re about to fuck again and you still have not taken me on a date.”

“You’re serious about this dating thing Cassie?” By now we are forehead to forehead. The tips of our noses are touching.

“Yes Linc I'm serious about dating. I want us to date. So where are you taking me for our first date?” Linc, and I have being married for over three years, and we’re only just going on our first date. “Flowers and chocolates Linc. I want the lot.”

“
OK, we’ll go to the movies on Thursday?”

“And dinner.”  Each statement is punctured with a kiss on Linc’s face. The deep rumble emitting from Linc’s chest sends another spiral of arousal through my body to my pussy. Meanwhile my heart clenches at the love I see in Linc’s eyes.

For three years we had a good marriage. Most people believe I should have walked away from Linc when he did the dirty on me. At first that was what I was going to do. It had taken nearly two weeks of persistence calling from Linc before I would speak to him.

“Cassie?”

“Hum?”

“I’m trying to seduce you. Instead I’m losing you.” Linc’s pitiful words bring me back to the present. Incapable of stopping myself, I cup his face. “Linc you would not know how to seduce a woman.”

“Right woman you have asked for this.” My first giggle has not escaped from my throat before Linc has me in a fireman’s lift as we head for our room.

Casually Linc flips me on to the bed, sprawling my body as I land on the mattress. Meanwhile he climbs on top of me. His eyes blazing with lust and the air catches in my throat. Without removing his eyes from mine, Linc strips his T-shirt off and undoes the fly at his crotch. His cock pops out and I let my eyes drift down to the hard flesh. The tip is slowly becoming coated in pre-cum and I want to touch both the man and his cock.

“Do not move Cassie.” Linc’s instructions bring my eyes back up to his and the arms that I had raised, reluctantly I drop them back on to the bed. Although Linc is straddled over me he is careful not to drop his full weight on to me.  Quickly and efficiently he has my blouse open, the sides spread, exposing my bra. My skirt is hitched up round my hips. Swiftly Linc rips my panties from me.

Once the panties are gone Linc changes position on the bed, spreading my thighs wide over his, enabling him to sit in between my legs. His thighs are under my ass cheeks, raising me slightly.

“Cassie, are you sure?” Although Linc is about to take me roughly, he still asks for my permission. A permission I will not be denying him. Linc does not require a verbal answer. All the signs are there. In the way my eyes are pleading with his. The way my forehead is beading with sweat, the way my hands have found the headboard and latch on to the posts. But still, to reassure Linc that I’m ready I give a slight tilt of my head.