by TylerRose.
Chen had not returned yet. Demitrius told her to take the pizza into the front bedroom, no longer to be called Jerome’s room. It was his room now. He followed after a moment with cans of soda, plates, forks and napkins.
“Want to put in Return of the Jedi?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said, bringing it to her hands from downstairs.
It floated to the machine and put itself in, buttons pushing themselves to start the tape. His fingertips pulled her chin toward him for a gentle kiss she didn’t hesitate to return. A nice kiss that expected nothing, wanted nothing, took nothing. A giving kiss. She’d not had one of those in a long time. Not since her one night with Jerome.
“You’re some kind of fantastic. You know that?” he said quietly.
She only smiled and kissed him again, a small box coming to her fingers and she lifted it for him to see. A box of three condoms.
“You don’t have anything and I don’t have anything,” she said. “I can’t get pregnant anyway. But you like putting one onto your fingers to slip up the back side and I very much like a good double penetration. I’ll do bareback vag to ass, but not ass to vag.”
His brain stopped. Staring at the box and then looking into her eyes again.
“I’m not ready to love. It’s too soon.”
“Neither am I,” she replied. “It’s not about love and I’m not asking for a relationship. It’s about want and need and sharing things we both enjoy a great deal. I need to know it can be good again. I don’t even want foreplay right now. I need penetration and lots of it, so go as long as you can.”
That was good enough for him. He pulled her jeans off, taking the bikini underpants with them…and tried to ignore the bruises covering her from top to bottom. She pulled her shirt over her head while he undressed.
His warm, curly-fuzzed chest against her cool breasts, his chocolate caramel skin against her pale, soft lips on hers as he leaned on his hip between her thighs. Her small hand grasped his hardening shaft in the casual stroke of an experienced woman.
“You can tell me to stop. Right now,” he said.
“No, I can’t. I need it too much. Please.”
“Please it is,” he said, turning into position to drive his cock all the way in.
She flinched a wince with the pain she’d expected, and gave a relieved groan when the sensation passed. That fast, it was only good. Lifting her hips to take him as far as he could fit, she sighed away the world.
Balls deep on the first undulation, he took to his slower rhythm for a good, long riding. Taking her through several hard cums, he was in no hurry to have anything finished.
“Are you ready for the other now?” he asked after he’d given her a few more.
“Please.”
Still inside her, he paused to open the box and rip open a package. Condom rolled onto his middle two fingers, he reached around her thigh and under to find the tight center of her anal opening. One fingertip at first, to start to open her, then the other, sliding that first half inch, then the full inch, driving deeper and deeper with each until he was fucking her ass the full length of his fingers.
She started the humping on her own, needing more and taking his double penetration for another good, long time. He couldn’t hold off his ejaculation anymore.
“Don’t stop your hand,” she hurriedly gasped when she thought he would stop. “Please. Keep going.”
He did, taking her onto her side face to face for more kissing while she held him tight and sighed and groaned her bliss.
“You like a long ass fuck a lot more than most women I’ve known,” he commented when she was still able to cum half an hour later.
“I adore it. When you can get hard again, I want you to fuck it with your cock as hard as you can for as long as you can.”
“Hard?”
“Very hard.”
“Like this?” he said, and rammed his fingers into her far harder.
“Fuck, yes!” she groaned, liquid cum gushing from her puss.
“I like how much you cum,” he said when she grunted out another one a moment later. “My cock is getting hard. You still want it?”
“Fuck yes!” she gritted out, shuddering against him.
“Then get on your knees and open your ass for me.”
But he didn’t stop his hand. She had to do it while his fingers were still working in and out of her. Turning onto her knees first, backing to the edge of the bed and parting her knees wide, cheek to the mattress and puss pulsing hard, all the while his hand giving her no respite.
Once she was in position, he pulled his fingers out and stripped the condom off inside out. Another on his cock, he was in her hard to the base, and bent over to kiss her flaming hot cheek.
“Jerome was a stupid fool to take you back to your home that night. How hard you want me, baby?”
“Like you intend your cock to come out the top of my head.”
That’s what he gave, her loud screams into the mattress spurring him on. He reached around her hip to find the point of her clitoris. Wide open, exposed and vulnerable, a touch made her give an involuntary yelp of surprise. He took to tapping it twice in a row every twentieth (or so) thrust into her, keeping her on the edge of a clitty popper until she was pounding a fist into the mattress. Then he kept patting continuously until she went into the full body gripper orgasm. His body slamming into hers while she shuddered violently on her knees, she was as passionate as some she-beast.
“More, baby?”
“Yes!”
He pulled out, pulled the condom off, flipped her over onto her back and rammed himself hard into her soaking wet puss. She was beyond insatiable, completely lost to her own lust and greedy need. Limbs drained of all strength yet she still managed to lift her hips to fuck him back. Her arms far overhead, he placed his hands over her bruise-covered breasts to grip and brace himself. She only came again.
He finished off with a mighty groan, and came back to the physical place. The movie’s credits were rolling. They’d fucked through the entire two hour and fourteen minute movie.
“God damn, woman! You always fuck like that?” he asked, falling behind her on the bed while she turned onto her side to face the television.
“When I need to,” she said, flicking a finger out to start the tape rewinding.
When the tape stopped, he was rested enough to get up and take the pizza to the kitchen. He totally forgot about not using the light. Half the pizza onto a cookie sheet into the oven, he got a bucket of ice and glasses for the cans of pop that had gone warm.
“Is everything okay?” came Chen’s voice at the top of the stairs, and Demitrius remembered he was naked. “The light is on.”
“Everything is fine, Sifu. I just forgot,” he replied, deciding he didn’t care that he was naked inside his own home.
“Forgot?” Chen questioned, coming into the kitchen.
“I had a moment of normal life. I forgot not to use a light. I’m going to stop being afraid someone is going to come up in here. I’m going to use the light if I want to use the light and anyone stupid enough to break into this place gets what he deserves.”
He took the pizza out of the oven and slid several slices onto two plates. He carried the tray out of the kitchen.
“Help yourself if you want some pizza. Tyler and I are in the front room for the foreseeable future. It’s my bedroom now.”
Chen smiled to himself while he got his own meal together. It was about time Demitrius stopped walking on eggshells.
“What is it about these movies?” Demitrius asked a week and a half later, when they’d watched the Star Wars trilogy at least twice more and Return of the Jedi was rewinding. He kissed her bare breast, ignoring the fading bruises.
“Outside of this building, everything around me is lies and deception,” she said. “These movies are truth. I have Yoda and Obi Wan reminding me not to give in to my hate and anger. It’s the same with my music. Music holds truths. It helps me know what to feel when I
don’t know what to feel. Helps me work out that anger and hate in a more constructive way.”
“You haven’t sung yet today. Will you?”
“Maybe,” she said, regretting letting him listen and watch while she sang.
“What can I do to entice you?” he asked, and kissed her breast again. “What can I offer you?”
“An hour of oral.”
“As you command,” he smiled, and lifted over her opening legs to perform one of her favorite pleasures.
“Why are you so willing to do what I want?” she asked. “I’m not used to that.”
He grinned up at her. “What keeps you happy keeps the pussy open and available. I’m all about that. So here. Allow me.”
He dipped his head for a good, strong lick and slid his stiffened tongue into her vagina. An hour solid of licking and sucking her through as many orgasms as he could get her to have and he crawled up her torso to slide his cock into her.
“It’s not about love,” he reminded her. “But I’ll take what you give me for as long as you give it, baby, and I’ll miss you when you leave.”
In the morning, he went to run his mother on errands. Tyler took a good look at herself in the bathroom mirror, seeing how well the bruises were healing. Most of them were gone, or nearly gone. The ones on her breasts were taking longer, and on the outsides of her thighs where he’d punched her the most.
She’d had talk after talk with Im Reesana, learned as much as she could about what happened during the invasion. She’d watched all the news she could stand. She’d learned what she could absorb of Kung Fu during that time, from both Demitrius and Chen.
She needed to move on, needed to be alone to figure out what to do next. Bag packed, she told Chen she was leaving. He did not try to convince her to stay, asked no questions, gave no arguments.
She returned to the bedroom to wait for Demitrius to get back. Turning on the stereo, jamming to pass the time and quell the urge to leave, she went through the entire Gravity’s Rainbow album.
She felt him coming up the inside stairs, up the hallway. Door open, he saw the suitcase sitting there and knew the time had come. Lyrics already ended on the last song, she stopped the music and popped the cd out.
“You sure you’re ready to go?” he asked, watching her.
“Yes. Thank you for not pushing a marriage proposal on me,” she smiled, putting the disc into the pocket of the suitcase. “I’ve been getting sick of those.”
“I’m going to be living here from now on. There are plenty of bedrooms whenever you need one. No strings or expectations of a repeat.”
A nice hug, a nicer kiss.
“Thank you, Demitrius. I needed this time more than you can ever know.”
“Thank you for getting the Feds off our asses. I call us even.”
She left him with a smile on her face, arriving in her Los Angeles apartment. It was exactly as she’d left it, not even a message on the machine. The place was clean. Someone had been coming in to dust and sweep as Thomas had said would be done.
Here she could practice the Kung Fu she’d been learning without eyes watching and scrutinizing every move. She could hole up and smoke alone. She didn’t have to speak to anyone. She could watch movie after movie…and think.
She teleported out and back when she wanted to grocery shop or pick up food. She called her favorite Chinese place to order takeout. When it was ready, they called her. She teleported a twenty to their countertop and ported the food to her hands.
She wrote in her journal almost daily, sorting out her thoughts now that she’d had some time to process it all and gain a little objectivity. Writing about when Solomon had taken the ring off her hand, she remembered it for the first time since that moment. Concentrating hard, she brought the ring to her hands and slipped it onto her finger again. Next time, she would remember. Next time, she would use it.
Sitting at the table, filing her nails to sharper points for polishing, she had an idea. Razor blades on the tips. How to do that? Turning her fingers to look at the nails themselves, she thought of a super thin edge of metal. Painted over, it would not hurt anyone. A scrape or two would reveal the edge and they’d be ready to use.
She conjured up a couple tips like she was thinking. Too small and they would break off too easily. They needed to have a base, super thin metal to form to her nails. About half an inch long. Using tweezers, she held it to her nail to see what it would look like.
She realized she needed a professional to do this for her. It was beyond her technical ability. She finished filing and got dressed. All ten razors created and in a baggy, she teleported to Chinatown in San Francisco. She found the oldest Kwoon in the region and spoke very privately with the Sifu. He took her to his mother’s kitchen.
“Mother wants to know why,” he said when the mother spoke a single word.
“Yīnwèi wǒ de dírén yīng dé de,” Tyler said. Because my enemies deserve it.
The tiny woman looked into Tyler’s eyes and Tyler looked back and they understood each other. A single nod and out came supplies and equipment.
Arms across the corner of the table, the old woman spied the yin/yang ring. She fingered it, felt something from it and gave a sharp but brief inward gasp; but said nothing about it as she got to work. She scuffed up Tyler’s nails first and applied the razors one by one with strong glue. Liquid acrylic went on next, to help secure and cover the entire length. When it was dry, she applied the red nail polish Tyler had brought with her. When that was dry, she slipped on tiny silicone tips.
“Wèile fángzhǐ huà shāng, ér nǐ xíguànle.” To prevent scratches as you get used to them.
Which meant Tyler was not the first woman to think of such a weapon. No wonder the Sifu had brought her to his mother. She’d done this before.
“Xièxiè nǐ, nǎinai,” Tyler replied. Thank you, Grandmother. “Duōshǎo qián de fúwù?” How much for the service.
The old woman shook her head and waved her hands for Tyler to go away. From someone who had suffered to someone who does suffer, was her thought.
Leaving with the Sifu, Tyler stopped on the landing of the stairwell and gave him two hundred dollars to use for his mother. Not caring that he saw, she teleported away. In the apartment, Tyler took the copies of the supplies the Grandmother had used and put them on the table. The next day, she went shopping for a lovely new manicure bag, and was glad for the silicone tips. She’d have sliced several cashiers if she’d not had the tips over the razors.
Packing the new manicure bag, she also created a couple dozen copies of the silicone tips, to have them handy. She had to learn to use her nails all over again and didn’t want to worry about losing the little slip covers.
Another week and a half of solitude and all the bruises were fully gone. She no longer felt them deep in her muscles. She dressed in jeans and her favorite bustier and boots and teleported directly to the candle nook in the Immaculate Heart of Mary church. She set herself to lighting candles. When she was calm and ready, she told Julian to come to her.
“Are you okay?” he asked at the entry of the nook.
“I’m fine. I’m going to go visit Voran III for a couple weeks. Shestna has been dying for me to see his home, so I will. When I’m ready, I’ll come back to the Congress and do courier work again. Your father and I should keep out of each other’s way. I will live my life and he won’t know any different.”
“What’s your real plan?” Julian asked.
“If you don’t know it, you cannot be held responsible.”
“I’m on your side, Tyler, truly. I want to help you do whatever it is you’re going to do.”
With a hand, she swiped over the top of the candles and snuffed them all at once. Turning around, the tendrils of smoke surrounding her, eyes as dangerous as they’d ever been.
“I’m going to figure out how to go back and fix it. I’m not even going to rely on boosters and machines. I’ll do it my damn self. If I have to go to every planet and lear
n every psionic trick ever thought of, I will fix this. I may never be an Eminent Doyen. I don’t know that I give a shit about that. A grievous wrong has been committed by someone elected to protect people from grievous wrongs. I’m going to bring him to justice. I can damn-well be where I was supposed to have been from the start. I can stop millions of people from dying, prevent thousands of square miles of devastation. I will do it if I have to take on Adamantine myself.”
He took that in, understanding the implications, and handed over the vidpad and phone he’d brought with him.
“They’re my own purchase and not part of the Congressional media pool. You have all the access I can give you. You’ll have more if you come back to work for the Congress at some point. What else do you need from me?”
“If I use these, can they be traced to my location?” she asked.
“Only if you call someone who has a Congressional phone, is on the Congress, or you try to access something outside of the permissions I was able to get for them.”
“Okay. Keep your father out of my way. You can tell them you’ve had contact with me and I’ll be coming back to work eventually. Before I do, I’m going to spend some time on Voran III with Shestna.”
She ported out, leaving him there to ponder the enormity of what they were going to do.
About the Author
Seriously?
Did I not say enough in the two notes at the beginning of the book?
TylerRose. is a pseudonym, of course.
I live in NYC, crochet for friends and family,
and quilt and crochet blankets for kitty cat rescue centers.
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to the Quilts for Kittehs project,
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