Ten Night Stand

by Mickey Miller

  “Wow!” I look at myself—a little stressed, wearing a back strapless dress that’s form fitting to my body.

  An voice comes over the intercom, muffled like one of those deep voice disguisers. Pretty creepy. I can’t tell whose voice it is for sure. “Krista are you there? I like that black dress.”

  “Uh, thanks mysterious voice on the wall,” I said with a smile. “Damien.”

  I hear a dark chuckle. ”I’ll be there in a second.”

  “What is going on? Why are you being so mysterious?”

  I hear a deep breath. “I can explain.”

  There’s a weird noise and the intercom chops off.

  “What do you mean you can explain? What’s going on, Damien? Just tell me.” This is so weird. Can Damien see me somehow? “Is there a camera in this room?” I ask. For several beats there’s no response and I started to get worried.

  “Just read the note,” he says.

  I glance down at the couch, and there’s a note scribbled on a piece of paper.

  Step 1: Take off your clothes.

  Step 2: Sit down in this chair and try not to think sexy thoughts about me.

  Step 3: I will come into the room and give you the most magical experience of your life.

  Chills wash over me when I read that last line.

  “Damien, are you there? Just come in here.”

  As I grip the note, I start to think about me and Damien and our night in Midnight Ride. How his body felt pressed up against mine. How that deep down warm-in-my-belly-feeling he gave me was something I’d never felt.

  “Well here goes nothing,” I say out loud with a shrug.

  I undo my dress, lifting it over my head. This is such a bizarre thing to do, but it sort of makes sense. Maybe this is where our affair truly began. This is where we decided that we were going to wait ten nights. So maybe now he wants to make it official here—as in officially...fucks my brains out?

  I sit down, my bare legs feeling cold against the wood. That’s when I notice there was a Step 4: ‘Do not touch yourself.’

  My mind goes wild as I think all the dirty thoughts, imagine all the ways Damien could take me, has taken me. Above all he’s conquered my mind in ways I never knew were possible. He’s unravelled me and now here I am, just a ball of emotion after another treacherous day of almost being kidnapped by my ex-boyfriend, ex-fiancé.

  And now I’m just going to wait here and...not touch myself?

  Seems like a game that Damien would play.

  Seems like typical Damien to challenge me to feel my insides warming and my pussy getting wetter by the minute without touching myself. I’m wet as I think about how powerful Damien is when he drives his long cock inside me, how now that the ten dates are up I can fuck him here with reckless abandon.

  Maybe it’s crazy to say, but Damien does know the real me. He breaks my walls down—all of them. Now I let my head back and try to keep down a slight little moan. My fingers ache as I touch between my legs but I wait for now. That’s a need Damien will fulfill.

  I tense for a moment and a strange thought causes me to pause. What if this is all a ruse?

  What if somehow Nick’s ridiculous revenge plan included imprisoning Damien...conducting all of this, and maybe that’s what the bouncer meant by ‘Damien had a little accident.’

  That’s when I realize I saw the bouncer with Nick at party years ago.

  The nervousness combines with my worry and I can’t hold on for much longer.

  “Damien, please?” I beg, thinking he can probably hear me. Shit, the man isn’t even in the same room and he has a hold on me, but I need that sweet relief that only he can bring me.

  I hear the key jiggling in the door. The doorknob turns and unlocks and my jaw drops, my heart racing as I look at the man standing in the doorway.

  30

  Damien

  20 minutes earlier

  The shot rings out as I bullrush Nick, and I feel a rush of blood and warmth to my head. But I don’t stop sprinting at full speed ahead.

  Hesitation means death, even if I’m shot. No time to think about that.

  This is for Krista.

  This is for Rose.

  I let out the loudest yell of my life as Nick fires two more shots, and I headbutt him like a mountain goat, slamming his chest into the wall.

  He lets out a loud ‘ooof’ as I drive him into the wall, then find his arms and pin them above his head, taking care to make sure the gun is pointed straight up.

  As I come face to face with Nick, I realize I’ve just witnessed a miracle: I’m still alive.

  Nick’s eyes widen as I squeeze his wrists, and I’m overcome with a superhuman strength. He fires the gun a couple more times up at the ceiling. I bring an elbow down and knock him in the face.

  He grunts and tries to hit me with a weak left. I twist his right arm until I hear a pop, and Nick screams in pain. I work my hands up his wrist until I’ve got his hand, and his fingers loosen on the gun, and I aid him in getting the weapon out of his hand, then toss it across the room.

  “Please,” he begs.

  I growl before I elbow him again, then knock him in the face with a swing of both of my arms together, still connected by the metal cuffs that he put on me, and he falls flat on his face. On his hands and knees, he crawls toward the gun. I grab him by the ankle and he screams as I pull him toward me, straddle his chest, and rain down blow after blow.

  Rose.

  Krista.

  Krista.

  Rose.

  The handcuffs don’t stop me from delivering powerful blows. Halfway through, I stop counting how many times I hit him in the face. My knuckles are bloodied, but I don’t care. My chest heaving, I stand up and look down at his unconscious body.

  My shirt is spattered with blood.

  “Fuck you, Nick,” I growl. “You tried to kill me. You threatened Krista. Fuck you.”

  I dig through his pockets and find the key to my cuffs, then unlock myself. I find my phone on the ground, and pick it up, keeping an eye on Nick all the while. He’s barely moving, but I can’t be too cautious. Who knows what this fuckhead will pull? I won’t make the mistake of underestimating him again.

  I pick up the gun from the corner of the room, and Nick lets out another unintelligible groan.

  “Are you trying to say something?” I ask, hovering over him with the gun.

  “Areyougunak….” he mumbles, than takes a big breath.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t understand you.”

  “Are you,” he pauses for air, “gonna kill me?”

  I look down on him blankly, gun at my side.

  I point the gun at him and he turns his head. “Oh God. Please no,” he begs.

  “Fucking pathetic,” I mutter.

  But I don’t shoot.

  That wouldn’t be right. And it’s not my style.

  I unload the gun and stick the ammo in my pocket.

  I kneel down so I can see every wrinkle in Nick’s sad, pathetic face. “I’m not going to kill you,” I say. “I’m going to do something worse.”

  “W-worse? Than that? What’s worse?”

  I stare at the helpless man, who just minutes ago tried to kill me. I touch the spot on my ear that feels warm, and a bit of blood sticks to my finger.

  “You missed, Nick. You shoulda hit me in the face with that bullet. Because now—” I take deep breaths as I stand over his unmoving body.

  The thought going through my mind is so weird—so fucked up—I’m ashamed of it at first. I push it out of the realm of possibility. Because it involves Krista, me, and Nick—and a whole lot of rope. Will Krista go for it? Maybe I should call the cops and call it a night right now.

  But the truth is Nick needs to understand Krista belongs to me now. Not him. And there’s only one way for him to truly understand this deep in his soul.

  I set the chair up so it faces the currently empty room on the other side of the double-sided mirror. Having worked in Midnight Ride for years
, I know all of the tricks of this place, for better or worse.

  Opening a cabinet, I snag a few leather straps and a pair of handcuffs, the kind the female dommes use on the the biggest guys who need to be tied up but might beg for mercy later.

  I pull him by the hair and strap him to the chair. Using leather, I secure his ankles to the legs, and with the handcuffs I strap his wrists behind his back. I strap his neck in with another piece of leather so he’s completely helpless.

  I lift his chin, and put tape on the tops of his closed eyelids.

  “Open your eyes,” I command.

  “Why,” he whispers. “So I can watch you kill me?”

  “Like I said, I’m not going to kill you.’”

  He opens his eyes, then tries to close them. He can’t.

  “The tape is doing its job,” I say firmly.

  “What are you...going to make me watch?”

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  I check all of the straps and the handcuffs, making sure Nick can’t move. He’s battered, but I can’t be too sure.

  Then I secure the chair using straps so it can’t be toppled over if he shifts his momentum from side to side.

  “Why can’t I blink?” he asks, his voice desperate.

  I lean down and tilt his chin so he’s looking me in the eye.

  “Because I’m about to make you understand that Krista and I have a real connection. A love you’ll never have. And you don’t seem to be getting the point. So I’m going to show you.”

  I find a scrap of paper and a pen in the cabinet, and I scribble down a few instructions for her. I slip outside and call down the hallway. Luckily one of my old buddies, Ryan, is the nightshift bouncer tonight.

  He walks briskly down the hall until he sees the bloody shape I’m in.

  “Holy shit, Damien! What the hell—?”

  “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to. I gotta ask a favor. Can you watch the guy in here for a second and make sure he doesn’t pull anything or try to escape?”

  “Yeah of course, man, but—”

  “Like I said, let me wash up. Don’t ask more questions. Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”

  He nods, then comes in the room to keep an eye on Nick.

  I head to the bathroom and the employee shower and wash as much of the blood as I can off my body. A lot of it is Nick’s blood, or my own from the bullet that skimmed my ear.

  Fucking incredible that I’m still alive.

  I put on my shoes and pants but not my shirt, which is trashed and dirty.

  Before I head back to room 269, I stop in the room on the other side of the double-sided mirror and drop off the note with instructions for Krista. Then I head back to the room with Nick and Ryan. “I’ll take it from here. Can you do me one more favor? Wait in the hallway and when a hot brunette gets here, direct her to the room on the other side of the double-sided mirror?”

  “Of course,” he says, and steps out.

  Thank God for having old friends in the middle of this crisis. It’s ironic Nick took me to Midnight Ride to kill me. I suppose in his mind there was some twisted revenge involved in killing me here.

  Now I’m the one getting revenge.

  Just then, the door of the other room opens and Krista walks in, a little shy and seeming scared.

  I pull out the microphone and say a couple of things to get her over it. She doesn’t know I can see her. I decide I’ll break that news to her when I go to her side of the mirror.

  She follows the instructions I set out for her, stripping down to her panties and bra.

  “Why are you showing me this?” Nick begs.

  “I already told you. You’re about to witness what real love is. Maybe some day you can have some for yourself. I doubt it, though.”

  I triple check to make sure he’s one-hundred and ten percent secure, and that his eyelids are firmly taped open.

  He’s not going anywhere.

  I grab the remote that clouds and unclouds the double mirror, and I stick it in my pocket.

  Outside, I inhale deeply, then open the door to meet my love.

  I’m stunned when I see her. I click the button to cloud the mirror. Nick doesn’t need to see this. My idea was childish. He doesn’t deserve to see us.

  “Oh my God, Damien!” she says, then runs up and wraps her arms around me in a tight embrace.

  “God damn, I missed you baby,” I say, holding her tighter than I ever have. I sniff her hair, she smells crazy amazing. I run my hands over her flesh and it’s hot to the touch.

  “What happened? Why did you send me that weird text message?” she asks. “Why do you have your shirt off? I have so many questions…”

  “Baby I need you to sit down for this.”

  Her eyes gloss over and I guide her to a seat on the other side of the couch. “What’s going on?”

  I put my hand on her thigh. “Fuck, I’m glad to see you,” I say before I can launch into my explanation of the past hour. I kiss her on the lips like it’s the last time I’ll ever be able to touch her again. And it some ways, I feel like I was granted another life.

  “Baby,” I say, pulling away for a second. “I’m okay now. But Nick tried to kill me.”

  “Holy shit!” She threads her hand through my hair like she’s been granted a second life, too. Tears stream down her cheeks and I think maybe this whole idea I have for vengeful sex is just wrong.

  We wrap our arms around each other and make out. Her body pressed up against me feels amazing, her flesh against mine. She’s hot to the touch and my bare upper body is cold.

  She runs her hand up the back of my neck until it lands close to my ear.

  “Ow,” I growl, gritting my teeth.

  “Are you okay? Holy shit, what happened here?” she tenderly touches my earlobe, examining the bloody part of my ear.

  “Got shot,” I mumble.

  “You got shot? With a gun?” Her mouth falls open, and I can’t help but smirk the tiniest bit at the ridiculousness of this whole situation.

  “Yeah, that’s right.”

  “Jesus. If you died because of me…”

  “I would die for you Krista and now I know—at least I believe I know—why God put me through the pain of seeing my sister die. So I could find you, and save you. And nothing will ever happen to you now that you know me.”

  “Know you?” she reflects back, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck. “Am I just some girl you know?”

  I shake my head. “Okay. A little more than that, sure. Now that I’m in love with you.”

  She leans in and kisses me tenderly on the base of my neck, and chills run through my body in all of the places chills run.

  “I love you too,” she whispers in my maimed ear.

  My erection presses into my jeans and I know what’s about to happen here is imminent. I need to tell her who’s in the next room.

  “Baby wait,” I say as she reaches a hand under my belt.

  “What’s the matter?”

  I cup her cheek. “You know how we talked about fucking in front of people?”

  “Yeah?” she answers, but I feel her voice trembling.

  “Well I want to fuck you right now. I want you so bad. And I want to do it in front of him.”

  “W-what are you talking about?”

  “Nick’s on the other side of that double-sided mirror. I want him to know who you belong to now.”

  31

  Krista

  I clear my throat and clutch my heart. The lump in my throat still hasn’t gone away after finding Damien alive, hearing he got shot, and seeing his injured ear. We’ve a lot more to talk about when it comes to dissecting today, the craziest day of my life. But right now I think my own ears must be injured, based on what Damien just said.

  “You want to...have Nick watch us?” I gulp, my jaw hanging open.

  His eyes, reflecting dark in the black light, sear into mine.

 
; “Baby, Nick needs to understand who you really belong to now.”

  I exhale loudly, and blink a few times. “And Nick is...right on the other side of that glass? Oh my God, can he see us now?”

  “He can’t, no. I clouded the mirror with this remote.”

  “I was wondering what that was for.”

  I run my hand along Damien’s shoulder, my heart racing almost as fast as my head. “I didn’t expect you to say that.”

  “I told you I have a fucked-up mind,” he says firmly.

  I stare at him for a moment. His tattoos. Chiseled body. Rugged five o’clock shadow. But it’s not the outside of him that’s most attractive. It’s that I know Damien will go to lengths no one else ever would to protect me. And to pleasure me. He’d do anything for me. He’s the sexiest man alive, and I’m shocked at my own thoughts.

  “Baby that’s really fucked up you’d think that,” I whisper, our legs pressing together on the sofa. He rubs his hand along my thigh, making me wetter by the minute.

  “I know.”

  “So all you have to do is uncloud that mirror and he can see us?”

  “Yes.”

  Damien leans in. “I want him to see all of the ways I can make you scream. And come.”

  “Oh God, Damien,” I mutter, my skin tingling all over. “Do it.”

  “Do it?”

  “Uncloud the mirror—or, wait. Can you just open it?”

  He furrows his brow. “Like slide it so it’s open air? I think so...why do you want to—”

  I pull Damien into me, the day-old beard of his cheek rubbing mine. Our foreheads knock together.

  “I want to see the expression on his face when you fuck me so good, like you always do,” I whisper.

  I almost can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, they’re so dirty. This isn’t something I’d normally think, much less say out loud. I can’t help it, though. Damien brings this side out in me.

  He stares at the remote in his hand, then at me.

  “Lower the window, Damien,” I whisper. “Let him watch us.”