Deviant

by Natasha Knight

  “Turn around.”

  She hesitated, but I insisted, nudging her to do as she was told. She turned and stood with her back to me, most of her skin marked, lined with soft pink strokes of the whip.

  “Put your hands at the back of your head.”

  She craned her neck to look over her shoulder, barely able to meet my gaze. “Julien.”

  “Do as you’re told, Mia. Look straight ahead and put your hands at the back of your head.”

  I saw her tremble as she slowly obeyed and I met her gaze in the mirror across the room.

  Rising to my feet, I gathered up her hair and twisted it so she could hold it up off her neck and I kissed her shoulder, kissed the topmost stroke. I looked at her as I did it, watching her mouth open slightly as she shuddered while I kissed each of the strokes along her shoulders, her back, moving down her body as I did, sitting down behind her while sliding fingers into her panties on either side to draw them down over her hips and to her ankles. I kissed the lines on her bottom and her thighs before taking my attention to her naked ass.

  “Widen your stance a little to shoulder width.”

  She did, the scent of her arousal one I’d come to know, one that made me salivate like a fucking dog.

  “Now bend over and touch your toes.”

  She shook her head and broke position, covering herself as she faced me. “I can’t… I—”

  I stood and watched her lean backward when I covered the space between us, knowing the effect the difference in height between us had on her.

  “Is your cunt wet, Mia?”

  She looked down.

  “I can smell it. Is it wet? Is it wet for me?”

  She nodded, but wouldn’t look at me.

  “I thought so. I want you to show me that cunt now. You’ve done it before. You’ve shown me your cunt. Remember? That first night?”

  Her face flushed red when she turned wide eyes up to me ever so briefly.

  “Now I want you to get back into position, turn your ass to me and bend over while I try to decide if I should come in your pussy”—I gripped her mound to a surprised gasp from her—”or on these pretty little tits.” Smearing her juices on her belly, I dragged my fingers up to pinch one nipple. “Or”—I went farther up toward her mouth, her face—”or perhaps on your face after I fuck your mouth.”

  She swallowed, the scent of her filling the room now, and I sat back down.

  “Ass to me, Mia. Let’s go.”

  Although hesitant, she resumed her position.

  “Good girl. Any preference as to where I come tonight?” I asked, just touching her back to encourage her to bend over. She moved slowly down, her ass spreading open as she did until she touched her toes. “God, that’s fucking beautiful, Mia.”

  I heard her swallow and stood for a moment to relieve myself of my jeans and underwear so I sat naked on the bed, my cock a steel rod. “Arch your back, Mia. Push your ass out to me.”

  She did without hesitation now. I looked at her exposed like that, her pussy lips open, glistening between her cheeks, her asshole just visible.

  “Tell me, Mia, where should I come?” I asked, standing to bring my cock to her pussy, dipping it into the tight, wet passage. It took all I had not to just fuck her, but I wanted more. “I won’t fuck your ass tonight, although I do so enjoy that.” I pulled my cock out, kneeling behind her. With my hands on her cheeks, I spread her wider and began to lick the length of her, more teasing than anything else until she answered.

  Truly, I was undecided myself. Where to fuck Mia tonight? It was the million-dollar question.

  “Tell me,” I said, dipping my tongue inside her, making her suck in a breath. I closed my fingers around her clit and rubbed while licking her pussy lips before taking the nub into my mouth and sucking hard. Her knees gave way and she reached out to steady herself.

  “Easy, girl.” Catching her, I rose to stand, bringing her up so that her torso was parallel to the floor. I slid into her pussy while with one hand, I rubbed her clit, and with the other, I played with her nipple, drawing the softest of moans from her.

  “Tell me or I’ll have to choose,” I said, my cock swelling inside her. “I’ll give you a hint though. I don’t think I’m going to come inside this pussy I’m fucking. Not tonight. And your ass”—I touched two fingers to her back hole and she stiffened—”no, it’s too sore from the punishment fucking, isn’t it?”

  She nodded, reaching out to hold onto the back of a chair to steady herself.

  “I think,” I said, pinching her clit harder, moving a little faster in and out of her. “I think I’ll come on your tits and face tonight. We’ll see how much I can get into your mouth. Come, Mia, come as you think of how it will feel to be kneeling before me, sucking my cock until I’m ready to explode, then opening your mouth like a good girl while I come all over you.”

  She moved, fucking my cock as I fucked her, and in the next moment, she came with a deep moan, soaking my cock and fingers, her pussy clamping down around me, making it almost impossible to hold on, to not come inside her then and there.

  I pulled out of her and pushed her to her knees at once, stroking my cock as she opened her mouth to take me inside her.

  “Good girl.” It was more growl than anything else as I gripped the hair at the back of her head and moved her along my length. “That’s it, Mia.” It wasn’t long before I was ready to explode, watching her with her fingers on her pussy as she sucked my cock. “Keep your mouth open, Mia.” With that instruction, I pulled out of her, pushing her backward a little, working my cock fast until I came, watching her watch me in fascination as the first spurts of semen splashed across her chest, her neck, her chin and her face before I brought the head of my cock to her mouth. She closed her lips around me while I deposited the rest of my seed onto her hot little tongue, closing my eyes as she milked the last of it from me, leaving me empty.

  Chapter Twenty

  Mia

  Julien was distracted. I could hear it in the way he spoke and I could see it on his face.

  “Are you worried something will go wrong?” I asked, uncertain. I’d been growing closer and closer to him ever since the day I’d told him everything, so this change, as slight as it was, concerned me.

  “What?” He glanced at me quickly before turning his attention back to the road.

  Traffic had grown heavier as we neared Rome. Our plan was to pick up the ledger and then head to the airport. We’d booked tickets to Philadelphia already and were scheduled to leave tonight. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Actually, I couldn’t even think about that part yet, and I certainly couldn’t think of being back in Philadelphia again. I hadn’t even called Allison to tell her I was coming. Although I was certain she wasn’t involved in that shooting, I intended to keep my promise to Julien.

  “You seem worried, that’s all.”

  “No,” he patted my knee. “No, I’m not worried. Just thinking things through.”

  I nodded and looked ahead too. There was more going on, but I had the feeling I should drop it.

  “Where will you go when this is over?”

  He looked thoughtfully at me, his forehead still creased. “Not sure.” He slowed the car as we neared city traffic.

  I asked the question without thinking and realized that in a way, I’d grown used to being with him. Would it be strange now to part ways?

  “Julien?”

  He navigated the car slowly around the busy roundabout. “Yes?”

  “Will we… I mean, will I have a way to get hold of you? You know, after?”

  He seemed to be focused on the driving, but I could see his mind was occupied by more.

  “Why would you want that?” he asked, the change in his tone catching me off guard. He’d reacted sharply, almost snapping at me.

  It hurt, but I shrugged my shoulder, not wanting him to see.

  Although, maybe he was right. Why would I want that? This was a business arrangement. I would pay him to k
eep me safe until I claimed my inheritance. That was all. The other stuff, the sex, the earth-shattering sex, the punishments even as they intensified everything else — I had to be careful not to misread it. This was only a business arrangement.

  “I only meant so that I could wire the money to you and know you got it,” I lied.

  We came to a standstill at a traffic light and Julien looked over at me, giving me a crooked half smile before pushing the hair out of my face.

  “No, you didn’t.”

  He called me out on my lie, making my heart pound against my chest. I didn’t know what it was about him but he didn’t play games and he didn’t waste words. In a way, with Julien, you always knew where you stood. It was just that it sometimes seemed as though where you stood could change at any moment.

  “What do you think you want, Mia? Tell me what you think you want out of this.”

  The light changed then, luckily, and he looked away. Cars honked their horns as Julien unexpectedly changed lanes, and when someone stuck their middle finger up at him, he gave it back, along with what I knew to be choice words in Italian.

  “Train station is a few more blocks,” he said to me, calm as can be as if nothing had happened.

  I nodded, wringing my hands in my lap.

  “But I still expect an answer to my question. So, tell me.”

  “Don’t you need to focus on the road?”

  “I can do two things at once.”

  “Sometimes I don’t understand you,” I said, bluntly. It was true. In some moments, he was so intensely into me that it surprised me how he just switched off.

  “What don’t you understand?” he asked as he parked the car near the train station.

  “Never mind. Nothing.” I reached to open the car door but he grasped my other hand to stop me. For a moment, I would have sworn I saw conflict in his eyes, but it was gone quickly.

  “Tell me what you don’t understand.” He held on to me and I knew he would until I answered.

  “I know what you are, what you do, but I seem to have come to trust you somehow and I guess…” I paused, searching for the right words, not wanting to make a fool of myself.

  “You guess what?”

  “I guess I feel hurt when you act cold toward me, that’s all.”

  “You feel hurt?” His eyebrows had gone up as if this were the shock of his life, making me feel even more stupid than I already did.

  “Never mind. Let’s just go get the ledger.” I pushed the door open but he tugged me back and leaned over to my side of the car, his face inches away.

  “I like you, Mia. I think you’re a sweet girl. Sweet and submissive.” With that, his gaze traveled to my lips, then lower to my breasts, which rose and fell with my quick intakes of breath. When he was so close, it was almost too much to take. He had this strange effect on me, always. And yet, he seemed so fully in control, so cool, as if for him, I did nothing at all. As if I meant nothing at all.

  Was that where this was going? Was that what I was thinking?

  Did I have feelings for him? Is that why I felt hurt at his cool behavior toward me?

  His fingers at my chin, caressing my cheek, drew my attention, dragging me back to the present moment. Julien watched me closely, as he always did. He was intense, that was all there was to it. Everything about him was intense and highly charged, almost electric.

  “I love the way you blush when I’m close to you.” Sliding his hand down over my belly to cup my sex over my jeans, I gasped when he kissed me hard, like every kiss was with him.

  I melted against him, closing my eyes and opening my mouth to him, tasting him, feeling my body surrender to his touch.

  With a moan, he slowly broke the kiss and pulled back, his eyes darker, his breath hot. Looking down, he unbuttoned the two buttons at the top of my blouse and pushed it aside to expose one breast.

  “Julien, what are you doing? People can see.”

  I tried to cover myself but he shook his head and took my hand away before sliding the cup of my bra under my breast and licking the nipple. I looked around, out the window, at the street alive with cars and pedestrians.

  Julien dipped his head down and licked again, this time closing his mouth over the hardened nipple and drawing it out, the light, soft feel of his tongue circling, sending a charge straight to my clit, making me moan.

  He straightened, smiling. “Here comes someone,” he said, gesturing with his head in the direction of the man who walked down the street toward where we had parked. He was texting so his attention was absorbed and I straightened to cover myself, but Julien stopped me, taking hold of both of my wrists and watching me.

  “No, let him see,” he said, unbuttoning one more button and pushing the blouse wider, taking my other breast out from the cup of the bra as well.

  “Julien—”

  He pinched the newly exposed nipple and it hardened just as the stranger neared our car. The man glanced casually at us, probably caught by the movement in the car. As soon as he saw us though, saw me sitting with my breasts exposed, Julien kissing me softly on my neck, he slowed to look, to watch as Julien licked the length of my collar bone before dipping his head lower and once again taking a nipple into his mouth. His fingers worked slowly to undo my jeans and as he did, I met the stranger’s eye. He seemed shocked at being caught and after a moment, he walked on, fast, just as Julien’s fingers slid underneath my panties and closed over my sex.

  “You’re wet, Mia,” he said close to my ear, so close that his breath at my neck made the hairs there stand on end. “Now, tell me what you think you want,” he continued, dragging his fingers slowly out of my pants, smearing my juices on my belly before closing my jeans and slowly redressing me.

  “I…”

  “You think you have feelings for me, is that right?” he asked, a strange smirk on his face, making me wonder about him. He had so many sides to him. So many that frightened me still. “You don’t, little Mia.” His expression grew completely serious then. “It’s the excitement of something new, something dangerous and dirty. Don’t confuse sex for anything else. We have a deal. I will keep my end of the bargain, and you will keep yours, and after that, we will say goodbye. There is nothing else to say. You know what I am, and I won’t change. Don’t fool yourself, Mia.”

  He was a mercenary. I had to remember that.

  “Now,” he said, sitting back and taking the keys out of the ignition. “Let’s go get that ledger.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Julien

  I got out of the car and shoved my cell phone into my back pocket. I was being a dick but I had to be. She thought she had feelings for me and that shit had to end. Now. I wasn’t her lover, and I wasn’t her friend. We had a business arrangement and if for one moment I entertained the idea that it was something else, something more, then I was a bigger fool than she.

  Cash’s email had thrown me for a loop. A million dollars to hand her over to the stepdad. I’d made a deal with Mia, but this doubled the money she would, or even could, pay me. The math was easy.

  Fuck.

  It should have been easy, and it was pissing me off that it wasn’t.

  I watched Mia climb out of the car and slam the door shut. Even though I had to squint against the afternoon sun, I knew she wasn’t looking at me. She wasn’t able to. Well, that was what I’d wanted to achieve, wasn’t it? If she hated me, it would be easier, no matter what the fuck I decided to do. We didn’t have a future together. I was a hit man. There could be no future with someone like me, not for her. Not for anyone.

  I took a step toward her, hating that she shrunk away from me when I did. We walked together without speaking, without really touching even as I guided her toward the station with the barest presence of my fingertips at her back.

  “Which locker is it?” I asked once we were inside and walking toward the area where the lockers were.

  She searched inside her bag to find her wallet, retrieving the key.

  �
��219.” She pointed toward a bank of battered lockers. “There.”

  I took the key from her, and found the number. The key slid right in and the door opened. There inside was a slimmer than expected leather-bound notebook. I glanced at her to find her eyes wide, staring at the ledger.

  “Have you looked inside it?” I asked.

  She nodded as I took the book and opened it, just glancing at the handwritten text. Names, numbers and comments, dates, and more dates. Many of the names I recognized.

  “Do you know any of the people listed here?”

  Mia shook her head. “I don’t even want to.”

  “I think that’s smart.” I closed the locker and took her by the arm to the café. “Do you want something to eat or drink?”

  “I’m not hungry. What are we still doing here? Shouldn’t we go?”

  “No, we have time — and I need to take care of something first.”

  Scanning the locker area, I found a little food vendor tucked in a corner. Walking up to the counter, I ordered two sandwiches and two bottles of water.

  “I told you I wasn’t hungry, Julien,” she said when I reached for my wallet to pay.

  “You should eat. It’ll be a long day and who knows what crap they’ll serve on the flight.”

  “I don’t care about that.” She looked deflated and it bothered me that I was the cause of that. But I forced that thought aside.

  Ignoring her, I gathered the tray and we walked to a table at the very back. There, I set her food out in front of her and took out my phone. First thing I did was send a message to Cash:

  How much just for the book?

  I then opened the ledger and began to photograph each page, not missing a single one.

  “What are you doing?” Mia asked.

  “Insurance,” I said, snapping another picture before looking up at her. “Eat, Mia.”

  “Why did you do that?” she asked as she tore back the wrapping on her sandwich.

  “Why did I do what?”

  Her face flushed red. “Let that man see me.”

  I took my time, setting the phone down and leaning back in my seat. “I thought it would be the most effective and efficient way to show you your place.” I was being an asshole. A fucking asshole with a capital A. “Like I said, Mia, don’t confuse things. It won’t be good for you to do that.”