by Mia Ford
“If you really want to put a smile on my face then you should come with me. The meal was delicious. I don’t want to think about the price tag. If you brought me here to impress me then you needn’t bother. Money has never been much of an appeal and I only need enough to live on. You need to decide what is going to happen next.” I took his hand and I dipped it into the chocolate mousse before sucking it into my mouth. I stared at him the entire time. I could see the sweat forming on his hairline.
“I don’t know what you have in mind, but I have no earthly reason to deny you anything.” What he had started in the office was going to spill out in the most obscene way possible.
He paid the bill and we went out onto the sidewalk with him lifting my skirt to an unsuspecting stranger in the street. He slapped my bare ass and made me look back at him with a blush on my cheeks. The rosy red glow he had inflicted on me forced me into a position where I wanted to return the favor.
The guy seeing us acting like teenagers shook his head in disbelief, but I had a feeling he would gladly change places with Knight.” Knight followed me into the alleyway where I lifted my leg and placed it onto a garbage can. I moved my eyes down over his suit and he really was slumming it with a girl like me. I unbuttoned his shirt until I could see his defining chest muscles. I could feel he was rock solid and I gave it a customary squeeze to make it my captive audience.
“I know you’re used to a woman with refined tastes, but it’s time I take the both out of us out of our comfort zone. I dare you to take it out and show me what you can do with it. You have only yourself to blame for the way I’m acting. What did you think was going to happen when you put your toe inside me and stirred up my sexuality? Don’t you think I deserve the same kind of happy ending you’re going to get?” I did him the courtesy of unzipping his pants and reaching in to find the heated flesh of his manhood.
“You make me flustered and I believe you do that on purpose for shock value. I’ve never met a woman quite like you and I don’t think I ever will. You are an original and what we have already done has only been leading to this moment.” His stiffened condition was perpetrated by a wetness on the tip which I spread down over his glands.
“The next step is entirely yours, but I could force it if you make me. It’s so much better when you willingly deliver a performance of a lifetime. Your highbrow friends would never look at you the same if they were able to see you right now. These things are usually meant for behind closed doors, but I like the element of danger that comes from throwing caution to the wind.” I was stroking him and using the lubrication of his essence to give him all the incentive he would need to plunge deeply between my thighs.
I was not a woman to give up easily not when it was plain as the nose on his face that he wanted me. I was the one that put it out there and he gladly grabbed the baton with both hands. He was slipping it into the envelope of my heated bliss.
“You really do have a mouth on you. Let’s see if we can use it for more than just talking. He was not above making me squeal with one long and heated stroke with his missile. I stared at him in disbelief that he had actually gone through with it. It took enough coaxing, but it was as easy as striking a match and letting it burn down until it was touching his fingertips.
“I thought I was going to have to beg for it. I’m glad to see you have a mind of your own. I’ve been known to manipulate in the past, but it’s so much better when a man like you gives in willingly. That is one fat instrument you have. It really does stretch me open to receive you. My juices are already bubbling to the surface. You can see them streaming down your shaft and leaving behind a reminder of my hunger for you.” He was buried deep while biting my neck and sending shock waves through my body.
He only had to bend his knees slightly and then he came up with enough force to make me rise off of my feet. He had me up against the wall in a compromising position, but he had fallen into my trap with no idea of how easily it was to bring him to his knees.
I found myself edging him forward by using the one leg draped around him to force him into a deeper penetration. My sex was my weapon and I was using what I had to my advantage. I loved how he prolonged the moment, taking his time and not rushing things to the finish line.
“Look what you’ve done to me. I don’t even recognize myself. I always thought I knew who I was, but then you came into my life. The way your pussy swallowed me is like a coniferous plant with no gag reflex. I don’t know what I’m saying. The only thing that matters is the feel of you strangling the life out of me.” He was doing it in a leisurely fashion, but I could tell his overanxious libido was going to be a force to be reckoned with.
“I’ve never tried to hide it or fake it with you from the very beginning. I don’t worry about getting a broken heart because there are no emotions involved. This is the part where I say things have changed, but I’m not going to do that. I can’t resist your stick of dynamite ready to go off between my legs.” I was writhing against him, using the tools in my possession to render him into a speechless shell of what he once was.
“I feel that being with you is like I’m going down the highway of hell. You are a woman possessed. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear you were the devil about to make me sign on the bottom line to give you my soul.” His body came alive and his grunts in response were music to my ears.
“I’m only in this for the fun and for the excitement of showing you something you haven’t seen before. You have been sheltered and having a woman like me will show you new possibilities and experiences. I can feel the swell of your knob. I know exactly what that means. Yes…go faster and really put your back into it. I want to feel every inch submitting to my will and ready to blow a load inside me.” The only sound coming from him was moans of encouragement which brought forth the thumping presence of the vein down the back.
“If this is what it feels like to be unencumbered by conventional thinking then you can sign me up any day. I don’t know how you are able to do this to me. My resolve is fraying. It’s just a matter time before I snap altogether. I’m going to do this thing the right way. You want it so badly then get down on your knees and show me what kind of woman you are.” I was giddy with anticipation. I dropped and found myself with the eye of the storm ready to unleash.
He tried to grab it, but I decided a female touch was needed. I wrapped my manicured fingers around his member. The fake nails barely touched each other around the fat snake in my hands.
“I’m going to give you a target that you won’t be able to resist.” I opened my mouth and extended my pink and agile tongue. I wriggled it to get him to buck with a need deep down inside.
“I know you don’t condone guns, but this one is going to go off. Keep doing that and I promise you’ll get exactly what you… YESSSSS.” His cock head was no more than a couple of inches from my painted lips. He was giving me my own unique male version of lipstick. The first couple of strands shot to the back of my mouth. They coated my tongue with a sticky reminder of his desire for me.
I worked him diligently with my fingers, not missing a drop and making sure he was completely satisfied beyond words. I curled around him with my tongue, giving him a spit polish before finally smacking my lips with satisfaction. I was shaking with my finger taking me the rest of the way. His taste alone was enough to make me join him in the throes of passion.
I heard the sound of somebody clapping slowly and I thought it was applause for a performance worthy of the price of admission. I was still on my knees in a compromising position when I heard the telltale click of a revolver being cocked into place.
Chapter eight
I wasn’t even thinking. I stood and shielded him with my body as the gun went off four times in rapid succession. I felt like it was happening in slow motion as the impact of those projectiles slammed into my chest with enough force to knock me back against Knight.
I couldn’t see the assailant and I was pretty much left incapacitated like somebody was punchi
ng me in the chest with a sledgehammer. I’d just finished going down on him and showing him how our bodies were uniquely qualified to satisfy each other. This was not how I thought it was going to end, but I would leave this mortal coil on the wings of pleasure.
I was propelled against Knight and we both went tumbling down onto the hard and unforgiving concrete. I could see the smoking barrel of the gun. The shadow of the person responsible scurried down the sidewalk to get as much distance from the scene of the crime as he could get.
I lie there on top of Knight as he struggled to get out from underneath me. I had no breath and keeping conscious was an effort of pure will. I was fighting the pain inflicted on me. I smiled knowing if this was my last few moments then I was going to die happy for the first time in my life.
“Payton…you’re bleeding. I’m calling 911.” Of course, I was bleeding and four bullets slamming into me was going to leave a lasting impact. I couldn’t see anybody surviving, but they weren’t wearing body armor like I was. It was something of my own design. It was an experimental military application with some bugs to work out. I was hoping to make a mint with a government contract. It was supposed to be my retirement plan.
“I didn’t see his face. I don’t know what he looks like. I’m sorry. You hired me to protect you and to find the threat, but I have failed you.” I did feel part of my mission was accomplished by protecting him, but the person was still out there to try again.
I was just beginning to understand the miracle of living for the one you loved. A bullet with my name on it certainly was a good way to make me reevaluate my life. Clinging to my independence was keeping me from finding the man who would complete me.
“I put pressure on the wound. The ambulance should be here within minutes. I don’t want to lose you.” I was beginning to see our time together had affected him in much the same way that it had with me. We were essentially strangers, but we had built something on what was supposed to be a strictly business arrangement.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen. I have to say something and I hope that you’ll take it in the spirit it is given. I mistakenly told you this means nothing to me. This is not just about pleasure and we are connected in a more profound way. The sex is great and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, but we can be a whole lot more for one another.” I was hoping it was just the pain talking. I really didn’t sound like the strong and confident woman I had claimed to be.
“You don’t have to try to say anything. I’m here with you and I’m not leaving your side. They will have to forcibly detain me from getting inside the ambulance with you. I want you to know that I have no regrets when it comes to the time I’ve spent with you. I find myself wondering if this could be more, but you’re going to have to survive long enough for us to find out.” He was giving me the proper incentive and the thought of something lasting between the two of us was almost unheard of.
“I don’t usually…mix business with pleasure…but with you, I have made an exception. I just found you damn attractive…and I wanted to blow your brains out with the kind of sex that will keep you coming back for more. We have gone around and around and there’s no telling when we’re going to stop.” I tried to move, but I felt the searing pain of something shooting into my stomach. I made a grimace. I tried to grin and bear it, but it wasn’t easy.
“You are the strongest woman I’ve ever met. It doesn’t hurt you have a kinky mind to explore together. You make me feel like I can’t live without you looking over me like a guardian angel. You might have devil horns, but it works for you. I want you to stay with me.” It sounded strange for him to be professing these feelings, but life and death has a funny way of loosening lips much like liquor does.
I heard the sirens and then the paramedics worked to stabilize my condition. I had oxygen over my mouth and they were speaking to me while administering to my needs. They loaded me onto the gurney and rolled me out into the street to the ambulance waiting with the red lights shining in my eyes.
“If you don’t wanna fight, then you’re going to allow me to come along for the ride. It would be so much easier if you were to co-operate, but I can give you the proper encouragement.” This was his go to move to use money to get what he wanted. It didn’t seem this time was any different. The two paramedics looked at their windfall and there was no way they were going to deny him anything in his current state of mind.
“You can come with this, but you need to stay out of our way. You did a great job with putting pressure on the wound. She seems like a fighter and hopefully, she’ll come through with flying colors. I don’t see any reason to think otherwise. The bullet went clean through. It doesn’t appear to have hit anything vital. We still have to get her to the hospital, but it looks like she will make a remarkable recovery.” The Hispanic paramedic was giving a blow by blow description and I was thankful for the new lease on life.
It could’ve been worse and I could’ve been shot with my mouth occupied. Had the assailant attacked a few minutes before then I wouldn’t have been able to protect him. He would have received the full effect of those bullets with nothing to prevent his untimely demise. I wasn’t one to believe in fate, but this incident could easily change my mind.
“I don’t want to go to the hospital.” My pleas weren’t being taken seriously. I was terrified of the place and the only thing that sent a cold chill of despair down my spine was the smell of disinfectant. The look on those faces never going to see the outside of the hospital doors again haunted me to this day. I had almost died in a car crash. My friend who was driving drunk did not get off so lucky.
I watched her decline until there was nothing left. I was in a coma for almost three weeks before I finally emerged to witness the last and final days of my friend’s life slipping away. The hospital was a death trap and some people went in and never came back out. That was not what I wanted to happen to me and I was damned and determined to make sure it didn’t.
“I know it’s scary, but I will be there with you every step of the way. I’ll make sure you have nothing but the best care and my own private doctor to oversee your treatment. We’ll have you back on your feet in no time. You don’t have to worry about slipping through the cracks or worrying about red tape. I will take care of everything. It’s the least that I can do for someone that took a bullet for me.” I didn’t want to quibble over details, but it was more than just one bullet.
“Four bullets.” He looked confused. I didn’t have the strength to continue talking through the oxygen mask.
“What do you mean four bullets? I don’t remember much, but I thought it was only one shot which would go with the evidence of you taking one bullet.” I raised my hand with the IV sticking in my arm and I signaled to him with four fingers.
“Her recollection of things certainly does make sense under the circumstances. These bruises are fresh and this dress is heavier than normal. We couldn’t cut through it and I think I see the reason why.” I was hoping Knight could read between the lines and come up with a reasonable conclusion. “This is intricate work and you wouldn’t even know she was wearing protection. This dress certainly doesn’t look like something you would see running into a hailstorm of bullets.” The paramedic had an eye for detail.
The dress was pulled down over my best assets and since I wasn’t wearing underwear, it certainly gave them a close-up view of my embarrassment. I had nothing to hide. Love had finally found me with cupid’s arrow piercing my heart. I tried to ignore it and I wasn’t even sure if I was going to be able to face it. I could chalk it up to the heat of the moment. I could make him believe the words coming out of my mouth were really a knee jerk reaction to being shot.
I did want to feel what love was and it was not an emotion I was accustomed to. It felt like being separated from him was like losing an extension of my arm. The time we had spent together was like an emotional tug on my heartstrings. I’d never felt anything like it. It made me feel weak and inferior.
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bsp; “I would say you were either predicting to get shot, or you came prepared. I’m glad to see that somebody left a light on up there. You acted with professionalism and I find myself at a loss for words. You were certainly money well spent, but it was more than that. You have this ability to see things differently and to take me outside of my comfort zone. Not many have been able to surprise me, but you are one of the rare ones that have. You make me feel strong and invincible, but that’s only because you are around me to make me feel like I’m not vulnerable.” It was nice of him to sing my praises, but it wasn’t necessary.
“Knight, you have been a shining beacon in a life of shadows and darkness. I’ve always considered myself to be invincible and broken like a doll. It’s a sharp contrast. Where my body is strong and resilient, my mind is shattered into a million pieces. I take on opponents in the cage because it makes me feel good to beat somebody up. I like the adrenaline rush and I crave the exhilaration of putting somebody down for the count. It pleases me greatly to hear them tap out in anguished cries of pain.” I’d never needed anything like this before and I wasn’t sure what had come over me to make this kind of confession.
“I know that feeling in a different way. I got the same rush from watching you pummel that man into submission. I would love to be in your corner for your next fight. I would understand if you felt it was a distraction.” The ambulance was moving at breakneck speed, breezing through traffic and letting those on the street know they were coming.
“It appears the both of us are built from the same stuff in vastly different ways. I would say that we are both uniquely qualified to be more than just business acquaintances. I’m driven by something I can’t explain. It’s not a cross I bear lightly. My choices and the mistakes I make are mine.” I had been a witness to the perfect crime. There was a blind spot in the alley which I had recognized from the moment I had arrived at the restaurant. I insisted we go in there away from prying. It had put us in danger.
