Alexis wasn’t as naïve as I thought. She’d had years to think this through. She was smart to decline an offer of ‘protection’ from a dirty cop, probably in exchange for her keeping quiet. She was right to leave the city and go into hiding.
“I’m retired, Alexis. You’re asking me to reactivate my killer mindset.”
She frowned. “I understand. How much would it cost? Would the money motivate you?”
I took a deep breath to prepare her. “Upwards of 100 thousand dollars,” I confessed. “Money is no motivator to me at this point. It was one of the small reasons why I retired so early. I’ve got enough money on deck to last me until my death and then some.”
“I have money saved, but not that much. I can work overtime at the airline. I don’t mind working two jobs either. I can pay you over time in deposits,” she said, eagerly.
She didn’t realize that she was plotting to put herself in debt, but I wasn’t in the business of making negotiations. I didn't do loans or IOUs. Normally, the client would wire the funds to me in advance. After I completed the job, I’d call them from a burner phone and tell them it was done. Most of the times, they trusted my word, but other newer clients wanted proof that I provided happily.
“You really want this done, don’t you?”
She nodded. “I wouldn’t want you to do it for free. I know your skills are valuable, so I’m willing to do what I have to get the money. I know some girls who can make thousands of dollars a night when they’re not on a plane. I’m sure they’ll tell me how.”
I felt a rawness in the pit of my stomach as her angst poured out of her soul and somehow attached itself to me. I observed her for a few seconds. I saw the struggle in her eyes. I felt the pain in her heart. I wanted to help her.
“I have an idea,” I blurted. Suddenly, I saw a compromise that I would be willing to negotiate on. “You do have something to give me.”
“I do?”
“Yes. You know how much I want to fuck you.”
She gasped, desire swirling in her eyes. “I know…”
“Your virginity and your body. That would be my price.”
She furrowed her brow in confusion. "What do you mean, exactly?"
I cradled her warm, slender hand in mine. My heart was racing at this wild idea of popping her sweet cherry. The prospective idea of being able to fuck her over and over again and take her virginity was proving itself to be even more appealing than a briefcase or duffle bag filled to the brim with crisp one-hundred-dollar bills.
“You can give me your body,” I told her.
“Instead of paying you the actual money?”
“That’s right.” I nodded, and I knew there must have been a twinkle in my eye. “If you allow me to fuck you and take your virginity, I will agree to do the contract kill for you. You will just owe me with sex, with no monetary involvement.”
Alexis stared at me for a minute as if she were weighing the pros and cons and trying to find an eternal balance to conclude with.
"Okay," she stated affirmatively with a stone-serious expression on her face.
“Okay?” I smiled giddily and felt my pulse race as blood rushed to my throbbing cock.
“Yes. This kill means that much to me. I need closure.”
“Then closure you shall have,” I told her and planted a kiss on her hand. She would be mine forever. Her body would belong to me.
Chapter Twelve
Alexis
The next morning when I woke up, my clothes had been laid out on the bed and breakfast scents wafted in the room. Usually, I woke up when I heard Erik get up, but he must have risen when I was still dead tired and fast asleep.
I found him in the living room packing some things in a briefcase. This was serious. He was actually going to follow through with my request.
“I cooked you some breakfast. Bacon, toast, and eggs,” he said when I came out into the living room fully dressed.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, feeling kind of sad at the thought of him leaving. I actually liked sitting at the breakfast table with him and picking his brain. Not about what he did in the past, but he knew so much. He had so much experience and knowledge.
"The key on the mantle unlocks and locks all the deadbolts. You can exit and enter the house as you please if you need fresh air or anything like that. I wouldn't advise you to go far off from the cottage. I showed you the property line yesterday, so you know where that is."
"I won't go anywhere," I said, watching him. He cleaned up nicely. His beard was freshly trimmed, and he had on an ironed pair of slacks and a crisp white shirt that I hadn't seen him wear before.
“My flight leaves in about three hours. I’ll take my truck out west into town and then take a cab to the airport. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”
“You…um…you already found the guy?” I was shocked.
"I woke up around 2 a.m. to do my research. Your stories add up. You told me the truth about everything, so that helped. I have his picture. I'm sure it's him, but would you like to see it?"
I swallowed and shook my head. “No. I’ll take your word for it.”
He walked over to me and kissed my forehead. I moved closer, molding myself against his chest. He was warm and smelled really good. I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his, inviting him to kiss me. I knew exactly how he wanted me and it was up to me to let him know that I wanted it too. He took the hint and deepened the kissed. I parted my lips and he took my mouth gently with smooth, loving kisses. I almost didn't want to let go. While he kissed me so sweetly, I wondered if I would have given him my virginity anyway.
I would have eventually…
But I planned to do it sooner than expected. I had made a deal with him, and I intended to hold up my end of the bargain. My body in exchange for the kill.
Before leaving the cottage, he asked, “You will be here when I get back, right, Alexis?”
“Yes, I will.”
He smiled and left me alone in his home. I paced around a lot. I did some of the household chores I’d seen him do while staying with him. I even went out back and pulled weeds from the garden. But mostly I paced and gnawed at my fingernails.
When night rolled around, I ate dinner by myself. Alone. I bathed and went to bed alone, undressing down to my panties and sliding under his sheets. I didn't want to be alone. I wished Erik would hurry back. I didn't care about him killing someone any longer. I just wanted him back. The smell of him on the bed covers wasn't enough. I needed his hands on my body. I needed him worse than I realized, and that scared the shit out of me. The last time I depended on someone, I had lost them. I never wanted to feel that way again. Lost.
Chapter Thirteen
Alexis
Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, I heard the deadbolt click and turn on the front door. I had just finished a light breakfast. I stood up, feeling like my heart might explode with anticipation. Erik stood there in his hit man gear, wearing all black. He looked strikingly gorgeous and mesmerizing. His suit was surprisingly crisp and clean. Quite frankly, it looked like he'd just returned home from a normal nine to five office job, but I knew better.
“It is done,” he nodded gravely as he closed the door behind him.
“Good.” I nodded. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel anything. I expected to have some kind of emotion about everything coming full circle, but nothing was there. I was just…numb. I couldn’t believe he had actually pulled it off.
“Here.” He handed me a manila folder.
“This is for real,” I said, without looking inside. “He’s really dead. That fast? It hasn’t even been two days.”
“I’m one of the best at what I do,” he said.
"And you still are." My heart raced and I took the folder and sat on the couch with it. With shaking fingers, I looked at the photographs and sure enough, there was a portrait of the man who had ruined my life. I almost couldn't keep down the bile in my throat when I looked through all the pictures. Erik
had even taken a photo of the mobster dead in his car with two bullet holes in his head.
Erik stood over me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, thank you,” I said, wiping a teardrop from my cheek. I hadn't even known I was crying. “Now I can…live. I can put this behind me.”
He took a stack of photos and took it over to the fireplace. After starting a flame, he began tossing the photos inside. I followed his lead, taking the rest of the photos and throwing them into the fire one by one.
When the pictures were burned in the fireplace and reduced to ashes, I turned to him, “I’m ready.”
He brushed a kiss against my forehead. “Take some time to process. I’ll be on the back porch cleaning my guns.”
With that, he left me at the mantle. I stood there, looking into the fire for the longest.
Chapter Fourteen
Alexis
We ate dinner together, fully aware of my obligation—my debt to him. He didn’t mention it and I almost wondered if he had changed his mind—if my body would be enough for him.
I took a long hot bath that night and came out into the living room with nothing but a big oversized towel. I'd also washed my hair and pinned it up into a bun. I didn't know how to romance a man. I guess that some did it with sexy lingerie and candlelight, but I didn't have all that—so I made do with what I had. My body. My innocence.
Erik dropped the knife he was holding on the coffee table along with the rest of the supplies. His lips parted and his eyes widened a bit as his eyes roamed over me.
I walked up to him between the large leather chair where he was sitting and the coffee table and loosened my grip on the towel, letting it fall in a heap at my feet.
He rose swiftly and took my mouth. When he wrapped his arms around me, all of my fears and insecurities vanished. I sighed on his lips and fell into his embrace.
He molded his lips to mine with a strong sense of urgency, exploring every inch of my mouth. My hands roamed over his bare chest. The tight, strong abs and the hard planes of his chest.
Suddenly I wasn’t on my feet anymore. He scooped me up like I was a feather and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed and without out taking his eyes off me, he undressed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, coming to join me on the bed.
He moved his palm over my breasts and played with my nipples. He inched downward against her belly, pausing to admire my pussy.
“You did this for me?” he asked, referring to my trimmed pussy.
I couldn’t take advantage of free airline spa treatments here, so I improvised with the supplies he brought to me from the local market.
I nodded. “Do you like it this way?”
He moaned. “I love you in any way you present yourself to me. Doesn’t change the fact that you have the sweetest pussy ever.”
I gasped when he slid a thick finger between my wet folds. I was more than ready for him. My clit throbbed against his fingertip. I spread my legs wider, begging for him to do something about my needs.
“You’re not afraid?” he asked.
“No.”
His eyes reflected sincerity and passion. He kissed my lips. “You shouldn’t be. Just relax and wrap your legs around me. I’ll make you feel better.”
He slid between my legs and pressed his lips to my sex. His mouth was hot and hungry against my pussy. He tugged my clit gently until my pussy was extra slick with arousal.
“There. Now that’s perfect,” he mumbled into me, rising above me and settling behind my legs.
He dropped his head in the space between my neck and shoulder and paused, his cock hard and heavy against my sex.
“Please. I want it. Take me,” I demanded, sliding my palm across the back of his neck and gripping him tightly. “I trust you.” My voice was a whispering prayer. I wanted him to have full access to my body. This was the most sensually erotic way I could ever imagine losing my virginity.
“Alexis…”
He entered me, thrusting boldly to the hilt.
I screamed when his big cock impaled me. Pain and pleasure mixed, creating a sensation so electrifying that it left me in a daze.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned, "Dear God…your pussy is like heaven."
He started to move within me after most of the discomfort left. I moaned as the tip of his cock began to hit against my g-spot. The shaft of his manhood rubbed up against my clit, creating the most epically astounding sensation I could ever even imagine to be lucky enough to feel.
He pumped into me with ease and just the right amount of force. My hips moved with a natural confidence that could only come from within.
“Too much?” he asked, kissing my lips.
“It’s perfect…” I breathed. “I think I’m going to…I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, then. Let me feel your sweet pussy milk my fucking dick,” he whispered against my ear.
What sent me over the edge again was the way he tilted my hips and rocked his pelvis against my pulsing clit. An orgasm barreled through me, even stronger than the ones that came before it. He never let up. He thrust continuously with hot desire. Just as he predicted, my pussy trembled and clenched around his thick, rigid shaft. Another blinding climax hit me.
“Erik!” He loved when I screamed his name. My cries only encouraged him.
He stiffened, and after releasing one long moan and he spilled his seed. Streams of it filled me. He collapsed on top of me and I held him there. I didn’t want to let go. My fingertips and toes were numb. I would certainly want to experience that sensual bliss again.
“You were amazing,” he told me.
I smiled, blushing. That was all I needed to hear.
“You were amazing too. I’ve never felt like that before.”
He pulled me possessively to his chest and we laid there contently in the aftermath.
We must have fallen asleep in each other's arms. I woke up in the middle of the night with Erik's cock hardening against my ass. I pushed myself back against him and moaned as his length molded itself to my flesh.
He groaned. “That feels good.”
I worked myself up against him until the bulbous head of his cock was rubbing against my clit. “More please.”
He lifted my leg and buried himself deep, kissing the nape of my neck and fucking me from the back. The pain was gone. Now there was only pure bliss.
Chapter Fifteen
Alexis
I stared out of the window as Erik rubbed my back. I glanced back at him with a grin. I was laying on my stomach while he caressed my skin in the most astoundingly wonderful way.
"You give the best massages," I mentioned. "You're a pro at everything."
“I want you to feel good," he said.
I sighed with contentment as I glanced back out the window. I was daydreaming, although I wasn’t really sure what the end result would be here.
As if he was reading my mind, Erik leaned in to kiss my neck. “How was your first time?”
I glanced up at him. Losing my virginity to a sexy Russian at his cottage in the mountains wasn’t a bad way to go. In fact, it had been exceptional. I was still trying to process how amazing it had felt.
“It was really nice,” I said shyly. I was probably blushing because my cheeks felt hot.
“I’m glad I could please you,” he crooned with a devilish grin. “I would never have known it wasn’t your first time if you hadn’t told me.”
“That makes me feel better I guess.” I giggled. “I’m just a normal woman, but I’m happy to know I satisfied you.”
“You are a beautiful woman. Smart. Strong. Sexy. You’re everything a man could ever wish for. In fact, allow me to show you just how much I hunger for you.” He grinned with mischief as he burrowed his head between my legs.
I moaned softly as he began to torment my clit with perfect circles of passion. It felt so good when he went down on me. My legs were shaking and I
was trembling without even realizing it.
I grabbed his hair and pushed him further between my legs as his mouth went to work on making me cum. As soon as the orgasm shook through me, it rocked me to my core as if I were getting a shot of adrenaline. My bones felt wavy as I soaked the sheets beneath me with the pleasure I felt inside and out.
I laid there, limp as a noodle for a few seconds while Erik softly grazed my inner thighs with gentle strokes of his fingertips against my sensitive flesh.
“Be careful,” I warned him with a giggle. “You might get me worked up again.”
“That’s the plan,” he smiled and kissed me softly on the lips so I could taste myself with the tender touch of his mouth to mine.
“You are so wet,” he groaned as he pulled away, marveling at the glistening puddle between my legs.
“You did that to me,” I told him.
He puffed out his chest with pride. “Yes, I did.”
I didn't mind if he fucked me again. It was the deal I made. Even if he hadn't killed for me, I knew that I would have wanted sex with him anyway. The sexual chemistry between us had been blazing from the beginning and I needed a release of that wonderful, amazing tension.
“Does this feel good?” He asked in a sexy voice as he gently rubbed my belly and teased me.
“Yes,” I said with a soft sigh. “You sure are generous as a lover.”
“I believe the female body is one to be both explored and played like an instrument,” he admitted as he placed soft kisses on my tummy.
“What kind of instrument do you think I am?” I asked with curiosity.
“Hmm…” he trailed off and pondered my question reflectively. Then his eyes lit up and mirrored the flame of desire I felt for him deep inside of myself. “You are definitely a violin.”
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