Revelation of Steele - Part III

    Laura's eyes were closed while Remington went about making up for lost time. He slid Laura's dress up over her head with skilled expertise. Laura suddenly felt cooler than she had before. She looked down to see that Remington had relieved her of her dress. Now when did that happen?

    Wow,  he is better than I thought, Laura laughed to herself.  Her thoughts were suddenly redirected to the gorgeous Irishman, and the sinful things he was doing to her body.

    Remington had a look of utter concentration as he began exploring the crevasse between Laura's breasts with his lips. Laura gasped and slowly arched her back to meet his touches. Remington looked at Laura speculatively. This was way beyond where they'd ever been before and to hear Laura moaning unconsciously at what he was doing to her was making his body tingle. Now, if he could only stay focused on the task at hand, which was bringing Laura more pleasure than she'd ever experienced before. Remington was as skilled at lovemaking as he was at cooking, but the intensity he felt for Laura was making his icy calm exploration of her body damned difficult.  He concluded that the couch was hindering his movements so he got up and pulled Laura into his arms. She had a questioning look on her face. Remington kissed her deeply and suggested that they retreat to Laura's sleeping quarters for further intimate bodily research.

    Laura giggled as she said "Mr. Steele, why can't you just say, let's go to the bed?"

    "Why Laura, I thought I did?" Steele grinned as he carried her to the bed.

    George Mulch fumbled for the keys to his apartment. He had driven around for hours hoping that he'd given whoever was following him the slip. He knew he was in a lot of trouble but his hands were tied. He assured himself that his once he talked to Mr. Steele and Miss Holt, they'd straighten out everything. They were after all the best.  George walked in to his living room and cried out in confusion. His apartment had been ransacked. He was going through the debris on the floor when he heard a voice behind him.

    "Hello George". Mulch looked visibly shaken as he stood up and turned around.

    "Why Mr. Masuto how nice to see you. I didn't hear you come in" George extended his hand to the gentleman in front of him but he ignored it.

    "Well, well, well George. We was thinkin you'd forgotten were you lived. We've been waitin here for hours for you to show up."

    "We?" George said with growing alarm.

    "Yeah, me and Vinny over there. We don't like to be kept waiting George, neither does Mr. Devonroe,"

    "Mr. Devonroe's here? " Mulch asked as he was visibly trying to gauge the distance to the door.

    "No Mulch, Mr. Devonroe ain't here, but you'll be seeing him soon enough so don't worry."

    Mulch swallowed hard and began to sweat. This wasn't going at all well.  If only he'd gotten a hold of Mr. Steele.

    The black jaguar pulled up in the expansive circular driveway. Two men were stationed on either side of the front door. As one walked up to open the car door, Mr. Mulch was pushed out of the car by the other passenger. Mr. Masuto got out behind Mulch and escorted him to the door. Mulch looked around the huge foyer and whistled. Yes sir he thought, as soon as I get out of this mess and on to the business at hand I'll be living in digs like this.

    "Hurry up Mulch, Mr. Devonroe's waitin and he don't like being kept waitin,"  Masuto said as he pushed George forward.

    George was ushered up some side steps.  The house was so large he thought he'd wander around for a week and not hit the same room twice. He looked greedily at the lavish decorations and furniture, wondering how much it would cost to live in a place like this. As they came upon a large door, Masuto knocked twice, then once and stepped back. The door was opened by a rather large, mean looking gentleman in all black.  Masuto pushed George inside and the door shut firmly behind them.

***

    "Oh Mr. Steele," Laura sighed as Remington trailed kisses from her neck down her back.  He paused and gave special attention to her firm buttocks.  Those same buttocks that had kept him up at night trying to figure out how they'd feel in his hands.  He wasted no time finding out.  He kneaded Laura's rear as he licked circles around the small of her back.  She was shivering with desire and anticipation of all the things she was going to do to him.  She loved this man dearly and she wasn't going to delay in showing him."Oh Mr. Steele," Laura sighed as Remington trailed kisses from her neck down her back.  He paused and gave special attention to her firm buttocks.  Those same buttocks that had kept him up at night trying to figure out how they'd feel in his hands.  He wasted no time finding out.  He kneaded Laura's rear as he licked circles around the small of her back.  She was shivering with desire and anticipation of all the things she was going to do to him.  She loved this man dearly and she wasn't going to delay in showing him.

    "My God Laura, where did you learn that?"   Remington moaned as Laura sucked and pulled on his left nipple.  He'd would have come off the bed had Laura not been straddling his mid section.  

    She looked up and him with desire burning in her eyes.  "Why Mr. Steele, what I lack in cooking skills, I make up for in other areas," 

    Remington's eyes rolled and he began to perspire as Laura drove her point home by trailing kisses lower down his body.   She kissed his inner thighs and blew softly all around him.  Remington shuddered as he grabbed Laura's head and began stroking her hair.  "Laura as far as I'm concerned, you keep this up and you NEVER have to cook another bloody meal as long as we live!"

    Laura laughed, she would enjoy the power she had while she could because she knew him well enough to know that payback was coming.  With that thought she lowered her mouth over him.

    "LAURA!  Oh Good Lord!"  Steele rushed out as Laura's mouth claimed him.  His black hair was damp and pasted to his face and his blue eyes turned the color of a tumultuous storm.   Laura looked up at him and smiled as she continued to wreak havoc on his body.   Never losing contact with his eyes, she lowered and took him fully in to her mouth.   Remington shook and slammed his eyes shut.  He was saying something but Laura wasn't listening, she was intent on her task at hand or rather at mouth.

    Remington was writhing on the bed and moaning her name repeatedly.  Never in his life had he felt such ecstasy from a woman doing what Laura was doing now.  He felt his control slipping but he refused to give in.  He didn't want it over, before it had begun and he had waited far too long for them to consummate this relationship not to give Laura all the pleasure he could.   Icy calm old boy, icy calm he repeated over and over in his head as Laura's head bobbed up and down.  Remington reached down and pulled Laura up onto his full length.

    "What's wrong Mr. Steele?"   Laura said in a playful challenge.  "Getting too good for you?"

    Remington locked gazes with Laura and said, "on the contrary Miss Holt,  it's about to get even better," Remington rolled Laura over and pinned her to the bed.  He looked at her with a wicked smile and said, "I believe it's mine turn to have a go at it eh?"

***

    George Mulch looked around the game room in quiet curiosity.  There are animals heads covering some walls, guns, bows and arrows and an array of other deadly weapons covering others.  In the middle of the room is a wide desk and Mr. Devonroe was behind it looking at George Mulch like a hunter would its prey.  George eyed Mr. Devonroe nervously as he was pushed forward.

    "Uh hello Mr. Devonroe sir, how nice to see you,"

    Mr. Devonroe remained silent for a moment and finally said, with slow deliberation, "Mulch," Mr. Devonroe got up slowly and walked around to lean on the front of the desk.  His eyes never left Mr. Mulch's eyes.  George got the feeling he was being sized up and didn't like it one bit.  The silence was unbearable for George so he searched for something to say, anything to break the uncomfortable silence.

    "Umm I can't for the life of me understand why I'm here Mr. Devronroe,"

    Devonroe looked at George and smiled.   "Can't you George?"

    You have something that belongs to me George.  Five Hundred Thousand Dollars of my money walked out of here in a briefcase six weeks ago George.  I am mildly curious how my investment in your company is going?  People tend to be a bit concerned when they give a business partner a half a million dollars, but see no return on their investment.  You can understand my ah, curiosity can't you George?"

    "Oh sure, sure Mr. Devonroe but you have nothing too worry about.  Nothing I can assure you," 

    Devonroe eyed George and noticed his increased discomfiture.  He could smell the fear and it excited him.   "George, you are, I take it a sound business man are you not?  And as a sound business man you should know that nothing can ever be assured.  Now, I am a patient man and I trust you can appreciate that,"

    "Yes sir Mr. Devonroe, I can absolutely appreciate that," Mulch quickly confirmed.

    "And as a patient man, I have a certain amount of trust I extend my fellow business partners.  But a word of warning Mr. Mulch; I am not a very patient man when I find I have been double crossed.  If I don't see a product that's making money or my half million dollars, plus our agreed upon one hundred thousand dollar lending fee returned to me in one week, you Mr. Mulch will be chopped up in to little pieces and fed to my pets.  Of course, that's after you have been tortured and I've hunted you down like a dog.  Do we understand one another Mr. Mulch?"

    For the first time in George's life, he felt scared to the depths of his soul.  He shook his head indicating that he had gotten the message.

    "Good." Mr. Devonroe said, "I'd hate to have to prove my point to you.  Now Masuto, escort Mr. Mulch back to his apartment and let him ponder our discussion,"

    Masuto pushed Mr. Mulch toward the door, but not before Mulch had seen Mr. Devonroe absently fingering the dagger that was in a case on his desk.

***

     Remington was doing things to Laura that she'd never experienced before, never thought WOULD be done to her.   Remington was kissing, caressing, rubbing her in all the right ways.  She couldn't remember ever feeling this alive, this desired, this loved.  It thrilled her to the bone.  Laura looked down and saw Remington inching lower and lower between her legs.  She enjoyed the kisses he was leaving in his wake but oh how she ached to have him kiss her there.

    Laura closed her eyes in anticipation. Remington looked up and smiled at what he saw. Laura's eyes were squeezed shut and she had that crinkle in her forehead, the one she always got when she was concentrating on something important. He could hear her labored breath and knew what she wanted. He was oh so happy to oblige. He lowered his mouth to her clit and licked circles around it. Laura almost screamed as she dug her nails into his back. She arched her body off the bed so high Remington thought she would snap in two. Galvanized at her reaction, he doubled his efforts.

    "Oh God, Remington, this is…it is… sooooo goood!" Laura was panting and moving her head left to right as Remington licked her up and down, in and out.  Laura was beyond drenched and emanated a heat that threatened to scorch his face.  He knew she was close to and he wanted to taste her when she found her release.  He slid his hands up to her breast and squeezed, at the same moment he took her in his mouth.  It was Laura's undoing.

    "Ooohhh, you're gonna make me lose it!  Laura shuddered.

    "Let go love, its ok," Remington said against her moist flesh.

    "Remington you're going to make me…" Laura couldn't finish the sentence because she was way beyond words.   She screamed his name as she thrashed about.  She couldn't see anything but a kaleidoscope of colors before her eyes; her ears were ringing as she shook violently against Remington's lips.

    He remained still as she shuddered one final time and collapsed back on the bed.  He moved up her body and lay slightly to her left so he wouldn't weigh her down.  Laura's breathing wasn't back to normal yet; she had just regained her sight as she reached for him and kissed him.  She tasted herself on his lips and marveled at how it excited her even more.  She smiled up and him and stretched like a cat.

    Remington stroked the damp hair off her face and nibbled the tip of her nose.  He looked at her and grinned like a boy that had just gotten his favorite treat.

    "That was incredible, she said languidly,"

    "I concur, I've never, and I do mean never, felt this way while making love to any woman,"

    Laura's heart leapt at that admission.  She knew he'd had a score of women to compare her with, that she ranked number one made her grin inside.  "I know what you mean, Remington," Laura said, "I too have never felt this good, or this alive,"

    Remington rolled on top of her and said, "well, Miss Holt, since you're feeling so alive, I think we should follow up with dessert, don't you?"

    Laura wrapped her arms and legs around him.  "Oh most definitely.  I've heard that the Remington Steele Agency prides itself on its follow through,"

    Remington let Laura feel the evidence of his new arousal.  "Indeed Miss Holt, and what better person to show you than the great Remington Steele himself.  "Shall I?" 

    "Oh yes, Mr. Steele, you shall," Laura said as she locked her lips on his.

   George Mulch was pacing around his mangled apartment.  He didn't notice because he was deep in thought. He didn't have Mr. Devonroe's money and couldn't get it in a week.  He swallowed hard as he remembered Mr. Devonroe's warning.   He didn't want to be pet food.  There must be some way out of this his mind screamed.  "Mr. Steele and Miss Holt have to help me out of this, they have to!"