by Bijou Hunter
“Come,” I say, holding out a hand to her.
Mia obeys, but she’s truly afraid. We move to the bedroom and I remove the lubricant. Her fear is nearly visible in the air. When I look at her, Mia seems smaller. Shoulders inward, she prepares for pain.
“I need to have what others had. I have to own all of you. Do you understand?”
Nodding, Mia glances at the lubricant. She’s not with me in the room. Feeling her leaving, I graze her nipples with my knuckles. Mia flinches even while her body responds.
“Do you love me?” I whisper.
Her gaze shifts and is less afraid now. “Yes.”
“Do you trust me?” I ask, still whispering. “Do you know I’m not the other men?”
Mia’s hands reach for me. Her gaze warms as her fingers tease my chest. She really likes my chest. I take off my shirt and toss it on the floor. Mia immediately steps closer as her hands explore. A smile appears on her face until she glances at the lubricant.
“Did you come for me?”
Mia’s gaze returns to my face and she thinks about my words.
“I remember you coming hard for me.”
My words calming her, Mia smiles as her fingers explore again. “I won’t cry. I never cry during sex.”
A rage rises up in me, but I shove it back down. I’m in control of our future and rage isn’t the answer.
“Cry out my name, you mean?” I tease, lifting an eyebrow while removing her shirt.
Mia seems confused. She’s fucking with me though. Behind her bland gaze, I see her remembering me inside her. It felt good and she wants to feel good again.
“I’m going to make you come,” I promise as her bra joins her shirt. “No one makes you come except me.”
“No,” she says, breathing fast. “Only you.”
My lips find hers and I steal her breath while shoving down her sweatpants. Mia is soon naked in front of me and I want satisfaction immediately. Struggling against my needs, I turn her around and have her rest on her knees and elbows on the bed.
Despite her promise not to cry, I hear her whimper the minute I touch her. She sounds close to losing control, so I nuzzle my lips against her ear.
“Your pussy remembers me,” I say, caressing her hair. “It misses me.”
Even afraid, Mia smiles. “It misses you so much.”
My lips are on her cheek then her shoulder and down her spine. Waiting, Mia’s dreading what comes next, but I don’t focus on her fear. My mind is on her ass sticking up for me to notice.
Kneeling down, I admire her pink pussy before me. When I nuzzle it with my lips, Mia gasps and rests her head on the pillow. Her body relaxes even more when I take a deep lick. She’s putty in my hands now and I haven’t even made her come yet.
I suck at the lips, still swollen from our fucking the night before. Mia wiggles her butt in pleasure and I lick deeper. She’s so wet now that I can’t get enough of her flavor.
As I lick deeper, my finger teases her asshole. She’s too relaxed at what I’m doing to her pussy to think of anything else. The lubricant allows my index finger to enter her gently. Mia groans as I bring her closer to the edge before she crashes hard into an orgasm.
Mia cries out my name and I love her frenzied voice. Sucking at her clit, I work my finger into her ass until I’ve filled her. Mia doesn’t even seem to notice. She’s in a state of arousal that blinds her to everything else.
I remove my finger then turn her around so she’s facing me. Mia’s lips are on mine and she moans loudly into my mouth. I suck at her tongue as I lean her back on the bed. Mia clings to me, wanting more, but I take a pillow and rest it under her hips. Her dripping pussy is lifted up along with her ass for me to admire.
“Jake,” she murmurs, completely in awe of me as my thumb makes little circles over her clit.
“Mia,” I whisper as my free hand rubs lubricant over my cock.
Wet from pre-cum and lubricant, the head of my cock quickly dampens her asshole. A gentle push and it disappears an inch inside her. Mia squirms a bit then rolls her eyes back as my cock fills her a little more.
My thumb keeps up the pressure on her clit and she’s never able to panic. Her body is close to coming again as I stretch her. By the time I find a deep and steady rhythm, Mia is crying out my name again.
When Mia rubs my chest with her feet, I wrap my arms around her legs. Holding her snugly, I thrust faster, taking an inch more until I’ve completely filled her.
“Play with your tits for me,” I demand and a flushed Mia obeys. “Lick your fingers and wet your nipples.”
Quickly, her damp fingers pull at the hard nubs. The sight of her pleasuring herself is too perfect and I let go inside her. Mia’s toes curl as I lean forward, pushing deeper still. Still tugging at her nipples, she moans my name. I pull halfway out then thrust back inside and Mia stares at me. Again, I pull out and thrust hard into her. She flinches, but doesn’t try to stop me. She watches as I take what I want. I’m the master of her body and no man existed before. She accepts my dominance and relaxes as I thrust hard again.
Once I know she has submitted and no longer fears what I want from her, my cock leaves her. I watch her ass slowly close after the hard fucking.
Tugging Mia to her feet, I kiss her. She’s still playing with her nipples when I lift her up and carry her to the shower. Under the hot water, we soap up and she washes my cock lovingly before sucking it into her mouth. I hold her head tight and let her pleasure me. She likes having this control and I relax against the wall while she takes me as deeply as I took her ass. Once I fill her mouth, she looks up and shows me what she did. Though I think to tell her it’s unnecessary, I remain silent. She’s proud of herself and I don’t blame her. She sucks great cock.
Her fingers are back at her nipples once she stands and I know she wants me to fuck her. She wants to come. I carry her back to the bed because I like how relaxed she feels in my arms.
Taking the place of her fingers, I suck at her nipples, teasing them with my teeth. Mia’s hips work against my stomach, wanting relief only my cock can provide. I finally lift myself over her and fill her hungry pussy. She whimpers as her hips and mine collide. They work together to bring us relief. She comes first and I see her playing with her tits then her fingers go to her clit. She’s exploring her body and mine. No longer the whore waiting for the fucking to end, Mia’s a woman demanding pleasure of her own. She and I find it again and again.
18 Spent Shells
Gator
The next few days are like paradise. I rarely think of my past and the city no longer crowds me. I’m like a new man and Mia’s smile keeps me grounded in this better life.
Longing to take her to Nicaragua, I want to show Mia the house I’m having built. Our home should be nearly ready by now and I want to christen every room with her scent. It’s time to make my dream a reality with a woman who sees my every flaw, yet whispers her love.
Until the job is done and Carz is dead, we can’t leave the city. I need to get back to killing, but it’s too tempting to remain in the fancy hotel with my beautiful Mia.
Her mind is on my job too as we rest in the room after a few hours of inappropriate play in the pool.
“Do you like killing people?” she asks, scooting closer.
Inhaling her clean scent, I adjust on the couch and think about taking her back to bed. It’s nearly killing me to restrain my needs, but I focus on her question.
“Yeah,” I say. “Killing gives me power. I never had any and now I do. The people I kill are scum, so I make the world better by destroying them. No downside to my work.”
“Do you ever feel sad?”
“About what?”
“The person dying.”
“They’re scum.”
Mia frowns. “You were going to kill me.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Because I’m yours.”
Smiling slightly, I nod. “I wouldn’t have killed you anyway. You’re just a kid
. When Carz gave me the list, he said you were an old whore. I think he knew I wouldn’t want to kill you. Maybe the fucker thought I was stupid and wouldn’t take a look at you. Doesn’t matter now. I didn’t kill you and I’m going to kill him.”
“Why?”
“He wants you dead. Eventually, he might realize you aren’t dead and think he needs to fix that. I can’t have him messing with my woman. Best to kill him first.”
“But you’re killing those other people for him.”
“Yeah. I plan to get paid by Carz then kill Carz. Do you not like that plan?”
Mia smiles at me and I sense she likes my plan a lot.
“After he’s dead, we’ll go to Nicaragua. I’m looking to take a long vacation. Maybe retire. I’ve got the money as long as I don’t go blowing it on stupid shit. I don’t normally stay at hotels like this one. Don’t need to, but I wanted you somewhere nice. Clean and safe.”
Scooting closer, Mia smiles again and I think about how she feels under me. I remember how she watches me when I moved inside her. She’s fascinated about me. More so every day as she wakes from the darkness she hid in for so long. I catch her smiling at me when she thinks I’m not looking. I love that smile. It’s the smile of the woman I deserve and I demand nothing less than her perfection.
19 Spent Shells
Gator
In my dream, I’m back in the swamp. Sitting on the porch of our shack house, Mom doesn’t react when I approach. Her face is swollen and bruised from the asshole’s last drunken outburst. When he slapped me, I ran and didn’t look back. Apparently, my mother wasn’t so quick.
“He’s in town,” she says to me as I stand on the steps and stare at her. “I oughta run while he’s gone, but I can’t, can I?”
Remaining silent, I learned years ago how a beating from her was only slightly less painful than from the old man. Mom sizes me up.
“I know it’s not your fault I’m trapped here,” she says, sighing wearily. “Even so, I would ditch you in a minute to be free.”
Even hating her, I wake up with a sense of loss over my dead mother. Mia is gentle in a way the woman who created me never was and I crave what I never enjoyed.
My hands reach for Mia in the dark room, but her side of the bed is empty. I glance at the bathroom to find the light off. Mia always turns on the light because she’s scared of the dark. She never told me she’s frightened without the lights on, but I know her.
Mia is on the couch, shaking and crying. She flinches away when I join her then reaches for me. I wrap her in my arms and absorb her panic.
“I had a bad dream,” she whimpers against my chest. “I dreamed you never came. I only dreamed you came. I woke up and you weren’t real and I was back with Rodent. I wanted to die when I dreamed that.”
“I’m real and you’re mine.”
“I wanted to die when I thought it was real,” she sobs.
No words will ease her fear and pain. Another man might simply lie, but what’s the point? She knows the truth. The life she lived was hell. She’s in paradise now, but the past wants her back. It always does and I feel it clawing at me as I hold her.
An hour passes as she rests in my arms. Terrified to sleep, she fears she’ll wake to find this too was the dream. I hold her and think of the swamp. How I would sit in the mud to keep cool. How the wounds on my face and body went untreated and grew infected. How hungry I would get until I’d eat dirt and bugs to make the pain stop. The swamp was hell, but I dug my way out. Now, I need to help Mia find her freedom.
Carrying her into the shower, I see how tired she is as she stares up at me. She wants to sleep and struggles to keep her eyes open. The minute the hot water rushes over her head, Mia releases a painful sigh.
“If this is a dream and I wake up with Rodent, I’m killing myself,” she whispers as I suck at her throat, just over her pulse.
“Okay.”
Mia wraps her arms around me, hides her face in the crook of my neck, and fights sleep. She doesn’t come when I’m inside her. Mia doesn’t make a sound and I feel the past winning its battle over her.
Her skin is damp as I rest her on the bed. She tells me again how she’ll kill herself if this is a dream. I agree with her plan, knowing it won’t happen. She is limp under me. Her body remains unresponsive despite the passion of my movements.
“Your name is Jake and you’re real,” she says during our third time together.
“Your name is Mia and you’re mine,” I reply as my hips thrust forward steadily.
Half asleep, Mia smiles and her body awakens. Her pussy tightens around my cock and she lifts up her hips to move with me. When she comes, the pleasure is sedated from her fatigue. Yet, she smiles at me.
“I love you,” she whispers.
Even wanting to say the words, I don’t. Not while I’m inside her or when she’s cuddled against me, relaxed after two hours of vigorous fucking. Only when she’s breathing softly in her sleep do I speak the words.
I always promised I would fear nothing, yet I’m afraid. Too much of the child Jake filters into my thoughts. He only wants to survive for another day. He has no dreams. After his mother is gone, he loves no one, not even himself. This Jake corrupts the man I am now. The man I need to be to make Mia happy and seize my paradise.
As I fall asleep, I imagine myself back in the swamp. The kid Jake stands before me, wanting nothing and hating everything. We stare at each other. I know he would kill me for a warm meal and I don’t blame him. I still lift my gun and fire. In my mind, he is dead and I survive. Tomorrow, I live again without fear.
20 Spent Shells
Mia
Jake scares most people as we walk the streets. He is a warrior in a world of wimps and they need him to pretend otherwise. Jake refuses to return their fake smiles. He won’t bend to their desires. This place is beneath him and its residents hate the truth.
Sometimes, Jake holds my hand. Other times, he lets it go and walks ahead of me. I ignore his moods until he walks too fast. Jake assumes I’m behind him and crosses the street. Only when he reaches the other side does he notice I’m gone.
Seeing the panic in his eyes, I wave. He spots me, sees my smile, and glares. I’ve angered him, but he wants to be cold. Well, I can be cold too. Not as well as him, but I’m struggling to have worth. Jake says I need to demand it, so I remain on the street and wait for him to return.
“What?” he asks, glaring down at me.
“You walk too fast.”
Jake wants to complain. He’s used to the world fearing him. I fear him too, but I stare into his beautiful eyes and pretend he’s not a menacing figure looming over me.
“You’re lying,” he finally says.
“I know.”
Jake gives me a grin, takes my hand, and pulls me across the street. We walk for another twenty minutes before he takes an interest in a classic tee shop. Inside, Jake seems like he might buy a few things. Following him around, I play with the loops on his jeans. He peeks back at me, but doesn’t smile. Based on his expression, he wants to fuck. It’s the way he watches me when he’s hard, so I smile and return to playing with the loops.
“Gator, man.”
The voice is familiar and I don’t want to look. Jake turns towards it and sizes up the man.
“Vic,” Jake says and I lower my head. “You look alive.”
I turn to see Vic laugh. He knows Jake well enough to understand that is his version of a compliment.
“Classy,” Vic says then focuses on me. “Ain’t he a charmer, Gidget?”
Hearing that name makes me feel like I’m a whore again. Keeping my head down, I want to disappear, but there’s nowhere to go.
“Never much of a talker,” Vic says and smiles at Jake. “Having a nice ride on the Idget train?”
“It’s not bad. Wanna join me?”
Vic licks his lips and glances between us. He’s not sure if Jake’s kidding. I’m trying to tell the same thing. Nothing on Jake’s face seems like he�
��s joking.
“Really?” Vic asks, adjusting his jeans.
“Sure. Same old shit gets dull, you know?”
“Yeah. I like to keep it kinky too, man.”
Jake gestures for Vic to follow and we walk outside to the busy street.
“I got a safe house that’s nice and private,” Jake says, stretching his arms high into the air. “Camera equipment too, if you get my meaning?”
Vic looks at me and I nearly vomit.
“Gidget is photogenic, man. You want me to follow you?”
“No. I don’t want strange cars near my safe house. I’ve got people keeping an eye out for trouble. I’ll drive.”
While we walk to the SUV, I wait for Jake to signal me that it’s a joke. I think back to the street when I messed with him. I hope he’s messing with me, but he seems mad. I thought we were equals, but he never says he loves me. I always just figured he did. I also thought I was smart enough to mess with Jake. This is my punishment for forgetting I’m dumb.
21 Spent Shells
Gator
Vic licks his lips a lot. I never noticed this habit until we reach the alley. He’s jumpy too, but I sense he’s clean. Whatever his fucking problem is, Vic needs a good beating.
In the backseat, Mia disappears into herself. Hating the look on her face, I don’t understand it either. She’s back to hiding in her head like when we met. Either she believes I’ll share her with Vic or she knows I’ll kill him. I don’t know what she thinks will happen next, but it scares her.
Pulling the SUV into an alley next to an abandoned building I use as a safe house, I notice Vic is licking his lips again. He’s thinking about Mia and imagining her flavor. I refuse for his last thought to be the taste of my woman.
Once out of the SUV, Vic looks around. “You got a lot of fucking hidey-holes, don’t you, man?”
