cb.coldheart canyon-第34部分

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　 〃Take　your　time。　There's　still　plenty　of　light　in　the　sky。〃
　 He　left　her　feeling　oddly　light…footed；　pleased　to　have　an　errand　from　her。　What　did　that　say　about　her　relationship；　he　wondered　as　he　ran？　That　he　was　naturally　subservient？　Ready　to　do　her　will　at　the　snap　of　her　fingers。　Well；　if　so；　so。
　 He　found　his　way　back　down　to　the　big　house　without　difficulty。　Marco　heard　him　in　the　Gaming　Room；　heavy…footed　as　ever；　and　came　to　see　what　all　the　noise　was　about。
　 〃You　okay？〃
　 〃That's　all　you　ever　ask。　Am　I　okay？　Yes。　I'm　better　than　okay。〃
　 〃Good。　Only　I　heard　from　Maxine…〃
　 〃Fuck　Maxine。〃
　 〃So　it　doesn't　bother　you？〃
　 〃No。　We　had　a　good　run　together。　Now　it's　over。〃
　 He　picked　up　the　switch　from　the　mantelpiece。
　 〃What　the　hell　is　that？〃
　 〃What　does　it　look　like？〃
　 He　beat　the　air　two　or　three　times。　The　switch　was　beautifully　balanced；　he　could　imagine　learning　how　to　use　it　with　considerable　cunning。　Perhaps　she　would　let　him　stroke　her　body　with　it。
　 Marco　studied　him　in　silence　for　a　few　moments；　then　he　said：　〃You　never　told　me　why　you　took　your　bandages　off。　Were　they　too　tight？〃
　 〃I　didn't　take　them　off。　She　took　them　off。〃
　 〃Who's　she？〃
　 〃The　woman　who　owns　this　house。　Katya　Lupescu。〃
　 〃I'm　sorry；　you've　lost　me。〃
　 Todd　smiled。　〃No　more　explanations；〃　he　said。　〃You'll　meet　her　later。　I　gotta　go。〃
　 He　left　Marco　standing　at　the　door　with　a　befuddled　expression　on　his　face；　and　headed　out　into　the　light　again；　climbing　the　slope　towards　Katya's　house；　aware　that　he　was　behaving　like　a　man　who'd　just　been　given　a　new　lease　on　life。
　 He　didn't　call　her　name　as　he　entered　this　time。　He　simply　made　his　way　through　the　rooms　of　fake　relics。
　 The　sound　of　running　water　came　from　the　room　adjacent　to　the　bedroom。　Apparently；　Katya　was　still　running　her　bath。
　 He　paused　and　looked　around　the　bedroom。　There　were　several　enormous　posters　on　the　wall；　which　he　had　not　noticed　until　now。　Framed　posters：　one…sheets　for　movies；　many　decades　old　to　judge　by　the　stylized　graphics；　and　the　yellowing　of　the　paper　they　were　printed　on。　The　same　image　dominated　all　seven　posters：　that　of　a　woman's　face。　She　was　represented　in　two　of　them　as　a　waif；　a　child…woman　lost　in　a　predatory　world。　But　in　the　others　she'd　matured　beyond　the　orphan；　and　these　were　the　images　that　reminded　him　of　the　woman　he'd　met　last　night…an　exquisite　femme　fatale　glowering　from　the　frames　as　she　planned　her　next　act　of　anarchy。　There　was；　of　course；　no　question　who　the　woman　was。　Her　name　was　on　the　posters；　big　and　bold。　The　Sorrows　of　Frederick；　starring　Katya　Lupi。　The　Devil's　Bride；　starring　Katya　Lupi。　She　is　Destruction；　starring　Katya　Lupi。
　 What　the　hell　was　he　to　make　of　this　new　piece　of　evidence？　Of　course　it　was　possible　that　Katya　had　paid　to　have　seven　posters　representing　fictitious　films　printed　on　aged　paper　and　framed　to　look　like　objects　of　antiquity；　but　it　wasn't　very　likely。　Was　it　possible　this　Katya　Lupi…who　bore　such　a　resemblance　to　the　Katya　he　knew…was　hardly　the　same　woman　at　all　but　a　granddaughter；　with　an　uncanny　resemblance　to　her　older　relative？　It　was　a　more　plausible　solution　than　any　other　he　could　think　of。　Certainly　the　flawless　woman　he'd　seen　naked　minutes　before；　her　face　without　so　much　as　a　wrinkle　upon　it；　could　not　be　the　woman　who'd　starred　in　these　movies。　There　had　to　be　some　other　explanation。
　 He　was　about　to　call　out　and　announce　his　presence　when　he　heard　a　soft　intake　of　breath　echoing　off　the　bathroom　walls。　He　went　quietly　to　the　door；　and　glanced　in。　In　a　large；　old…fashioned　ceramic　bath；　half…filled　with　water；　lay　Katya；　her　legs　spread；　her　hips　lifted　clear　of　the　water　so　that　he　could　see　how　her　fingers　slid　inside　her。　Her　eyes　were　closed。
　 Not　for　the　first　time　this　afternoon；　Todd　could　feel　the　head　of　his　dick　tapping　out　the　rhythm　of　his　pulse　against　the　inside　of　his　pants。　But　he　had　no　desire　to　interrupt　Katya's　game。　He　was　perfectly　happy　to　watch　her：　her　face　in　ecstasy；　her　breasts　clearing　from　the　water　as　her　body　arched；　her　legs　lifted　up　and　straddling　the　sides　of　the　bath。　The　mysteries　of　who　she　was　and　how　she　came　to　be　here　suddenly　seemed　absurdly　irrelevant。　What　the　hell　did　it　matter？　Look　at　her！
　 〃Did　you　bring　it？〃
　 He'd　had　his　eyes　on　her　cunt；　but　when　he　looked　back　up　at　her　face　she　was　staring　at　him；　her　expression　fierce　with　need。
　 〃The　Teroarea。　Did　you　bring　it？〃
　 He　was　mortified　with　embarrassment；　but　plainly　she　couldn't　have　cared　less。　She　had　other　priorities。
　 〃Yes；〃　he　said；　showing　her　the　switch。　〃I　brought　it。〃
　 〃So　use　it。〃
　 〃What？〃
　 She　lifted　her　hips　even　higher；　spreading　her　legs　to　give　him　a　full　view　of　her　sex。　It　was　ripened　by　her　own　touches；　but　also；　he　knew；　from　the　anticipation　of　his　return。
　 〃Touch　it；〃　she　said。　〃Lightly。〃
　 His　target　stood　proud　of　its　hood；　presented　for　his　delectation。
　 〃Please；〃　she　begged。
　 He　took　four　steps　to　the　bottom　of　the　bath；　keeping　his　eyes　fixed　upon　her。　He　felt　the　weight　of　the　switch　in　his　hand。　He'd　never　done　anything　remotely　like　this　before；　but　something　about　the　way　her　body　was　contorted　to　offer　her　sex　up　to　him　lent　him　confidence。
　 〃Are　you　ready？〃
　 〃Just　do　it！〃
　 He　lifted　the　Terror。　Her　clitoris　looked　as　hard　and　as　red　as　a　ruby。　He　lay　the　switch　on　it　with　a　short　little　stab　that　made　her　sob。
　 〃Again！〃　she　demanded　immediately。
　 The　ruby　was　already　a　little　redder。
　 〃Again！〃　she　said。
　 He　struck　her　again；　twice；　three　times；　four　and　five　and　six；　while　every　muscle　in　her　body　went　rigid　so　as　to　be　his　perfect　target。　〃More？〃　he　said。
　 There　were　tears　on　her　face；　but　she　simply　growled　at　him　between　gritted　teeth。　He　took　it　to　mean　yes；　and　went　to　work　again；　until　the　sweat　was　running　from　his　face；　and　down　his　back；　his　breath　was　rough　with　exertion。　But　she　would　not　let　him　stop。　Her　gaze；　her　sneer；　her　offered　body　spoke　the　same　demand；　and　he　dutifully　answered　it；　over　and　over　and　over　and…
　 Suddenly　her　eyes　rolled　up　in　her　head。　Her　mouth　opened。　He　could　barely　make　sense　of　the　words；　they　were　so　thick　with　feeling。　〃Again。〃　Her　pupils　had　almost　gone　from　sight。　〃Once。〃　He　lifted　the　Terror；　which　for　all　its　litheness；　its　lightness；　suddenly　felt　brutal　in　his　aching　hand。　Her　body　had　started　to　shake。　He　was　shaking　too；　now。　But　the　Terror　had　its　own　imperative。　Down　it　came　once　more。
　 She　let　out　a　cry　that　sounded　more　like　something　a　bird　would　utter　than　a　woman。　Then　her　limbs　lost　their　solidity；　and　her　legs　slipped　gracefully　off　the　sides　of　the　bath。　A　tiny　plume　of　crimson　tinted　the　water。
　 He　dropped　the　switch　and　retreated　to　the　door；　in　a　kind　of　childish　terror　at　what　he'd　done；　and　at　how　much　it　had　aroused　him。　Katya's　eyes　had　closed。　The　expression　on　her　face　was　one　of　childish　contentment；　an　infant　sleeping　in　the　arms　of　innocence。

　
　 He　slid　down　the　door…frame　into　a　squatting　position；　and　there…　exhausted　by　the　intensity　of　the　previous　minutes；　he　must　have　briefly　fallen　asleep；　because　when　he　opened　his　eyes　again　the　water　was　still　moving；　but　Katya　had　vacated　the　tub。　Vacated　the　bathroom　too；　in　fact。　He　didn't　have　to　get　up　to　find　her。　He　merely　had　to　swing　his　head　round；　to　see　that　she　was　sitting　on　the　edge　of　the　bed；　her　legs　open；　looking　at　her　reflection　in　the　long　oval　mirror。　The　expression　of　contentment　had　not　left　her　face；　but　now　there　was　a　little　smile　on　her　lips　too。
　 She　had　a　wide　repertoire　of　smiles；　he　thought；　or　at　least　it　seemed　he'd　seen　a　lot　in　the　short　time　they'd　known　one　another。　There　was　her　teasing　smile；　her　mischievous　smile；　her　dark　smile；　her　dry　smile。　This　one　had　a　little　of　everything　in　it。　She　knew　he　was　watching　her；　so　there　was　something　of　her　performance　smile　in　it。　But　it　certainly　wasn't　phony。　How　fake　could　someone　be　when　she'd　just　let　her　body　lead　her　into　such　extremes？　Surely　he　was　one　of　a　rare　order　of　men：　those　to　whom　she'd　given　herself　in　that　profound　way。　He　thought　of　the　tinted　blood　rising　up　between　her　legs；　and　felt　a　peculiar　mingling　of　retroactive　alarm　（what　had　he　been　doing；　risking　her　most　tender　anatomy　with　nothing　but　the　look　on　her　face　to　guide　him？）　and　exhilaration　that　they'd　e　through　it　together：　their　first　shared　insanity。　Whoever　she　was；　trespasser；　lunatic；　stalker；　star；　all　other　possible　definitions　paled　before　this：　she　was　the　woman　who　had　taught　him　how　insignificant　the　flesh　between　his　legs　was　when　it　came　to　the　pleasuring　of　certain　women。
　 〃e　here；〃　she　said。
　 He　pushed　himself　up　off　the　doorframe　and　went　over　to　her。　〃Let　me　see；〃　she　said；　unbuckling　his　pants。
　 〃I　came。。。〃
　 〃I　know。〃
　 His　trousers　were　massively　too　big；　which　was　the　way　he　liked　to　wear　them。　As　soon　as　his　belt　was　unbuckled；　they　fell　down。　He　was　afraid　his　dick　would　make　a　sorry　show　by　now；　shriveled　up　in　a　crinkled　skin　of　dried　semen。　But　no。　His　erection　had　been　so　furiously　hard　it　remained　quite　impressive；　even　though　it　was　sodden。　He　could　not　imagine　any　other　woman　with　whom　he'd　had　sex　taking　such　guileless　pleasure　in　the　perusal　of　his　quarter…hard　dick。　Nor　would　any　of　those　women　have　leaned　forward；　as　Katya　now　did；　and　kissed　it。
　 〃May　I　look　at　you？〃　he　said。
　 She　assumed　he　didn't　mean　her　face。　She　spread　her　legs。　He　hoisted　his　pants　back　tip　and　went　down　on　his　knees。
　 〃Does　it　hurt？〃　he　said。
　 〃Yes；〃　she　said。　She　put　her　hand　on　the　back　of　his　head；　gently　pressing　him　towards　her　body。　〃Look　inside　me；〃　she　said。　〃Don't　be　afraid。　You　did　it。　See　what　you　did？〃
　 He　could　see　without　opening　her　up。　Her　whole　pubic　region　was　puffy　and　inflamed。
　 〃Go　on；　look；〃　she　said。　〃Enjoy　what　you　did。〃
　 He　gently　parted　her　labia；　which　were　sticky　beneath　his　fingertips。　Not　blood；　not　sweat。　Just　the　natural　juices　of　an　aroused　body。
　 〃You　see？〃　she　said；　pressing　his　fingers　deeper　into　her。　She　was　like　a　furnace　in　there。　〃You've　got　thoughts　going　round　in　your　head　you　never　imagined　having。　Am　I　right？〃
　 He　replied　by　gently　scooping　her　juices　out　on　his　fingers　and　putting　them　deep　into　his　mouth。
　 〃You　want　to　lick　me　out？〃
　 He　shook　his　head。
　 〃I'm　afraid　I'd　draw　more　blood。〃
　 〃Maybe　I'd　like　that。〃
　 〃Give　me　time。〃
　 She　took　his　fingers　out　of　his　mouth　and　replaced　them　with　her　tongue。
　 〃You're　right；〃　she　said；　when　they'd　finished　kissing。　〃We've　got　all　the　time　in　the　world。〃
　 She　stood　up。　He　stayed　where　he　was；　at　her　feet；　still　not　quite　believing　they'd　e　so　far　so　fast。
　 〃It　isn't　a　dream；〃　she　said；　reading　his　doubts　as　she'd　read　so　many　other　thoughts　of　his　in　the　last　twenty…four　hours。　〃Sometimes　it　seems　that　way；　but　that's　just　the　Canyon。〃
　 He　held　onto　her　leg　for　a　moment；　kissing　the　inside　of　her　thigh。
　 〃We　were　going　to　walk；　remember？〃　she　said。
　 〃You　still　want　to？〃
　 〃Oh　yes。　I'd　love　to。　It's　a　perfect　night　for　introductions。〃　
　
　
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　 The　Canyon　had　once　been　a　kind　of　Eden　for　Zeffer；　its　bowers　had　been　places　of　fort；　an　escape　from　a　worl