Twist (A BDSM & Romantic Erotica Boxed Set)

by Tara Crescent

  She'd cleaned up the best she could using the baby wipes and paper towels he kept in the rig and had taken her seat again. The handcuffs hadn't made it especially easy. He'd greeted her with more than half an hour of grim reticence that verged on childishness.

  “We?”

  “My team,” she said.

  “You created a team of assassins?”

  “I'm the only one who pulls the trigger,” she said, “the others do logistics, research, drop-offs and pick-ups. That sort of thing.”

  “Ah.” He mentally brushed away the questions that surfaced. Not important. Not to him, anyway. Not for long.

  He signaled and guided the rig off the highway and onto a rural road, ignoring Lisa's questions, and from there onto a pitted and uneven logging road.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asked, and the nervousness in her voice was apparent.

  In response he stopped the rig, threw it into 'park' and turned off the ignition.

  “Turns out you were right,” he said, reaching past her to unlock the glove compartment. “Power corrupts.” He caught her wrist and unlocked the cuffs.

  “What do you...”

  “I'm ready,” he said, “Take the gun out and let's get this done.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

  He heard the glove compartment open, the scrape of the gun being removed, then a long pause.

  “I asked you to do it, Jim. Needed you to do it. There were no better options,” she said, a gentle protest.

  “It played out as you predicted, and if we don't end it here, it will happen again. If you don't kill me, I'll become like Luther. This is the best way to protect you.”

  Another long pause.

  “You're the furthest thing from Luther,” she said firmly, “You couldn't sink that low on your worst day.”

  “You said yourself, this needs to happen. Why wait? This is as good a place as any.”

  “I'm sorry, Jim. You're a good man.”

  “In the end, I'm no better than the others you've killed,” he said bitterly.

  The silence stretched to a minute, then two.

  Finally he opened his eyes and glanced to his right.

  Lisa sat in her seat, staring at the gun in her lap. She raised her eyes to his and he could read the uncertainty there, the conflict.

  “You're the best man I've known. Even as a kid you gave up your family to protect them. You denied yourself for thirty years rather than abuse your power. And now...you're ready to die to protect me...even after I tried to kill you, and will try again.”

  “My strength isn't enough. My best intentions aren't enough. The Curse is just too strong,” he said with a helpless shrug.

  “That's the worst part! You were doing fine until I interfered. If I'd just stayed away...”

  “I'd have been dead in a year anyway. I was getting tired of going through the motions. I've been making plans to do it myself, just never seemed to get around to it.”

  “You're kidding!”

  He gave a dry chuckle. “Nope. Seems everyone with The Curse either wants to be dead or deserves to be.”

  She stared at him for a long time, her expression pensive. He returned her gaze for a minute, then glanced around the interior of the cab.

  “You know, we should probably do this outside. No point messing up a pretty good truck,” he said.

  “I can't kill you now,” she said quietly.

  “We've been through it. You've got a job to do, and I've got no particular reason to live...”

  “No, I mean I can't kill you now...this afternoon. I'd need to call for a pickup, and it's...what...five hours from where we first met? I wouldn't risk discovery for that long. Plus, I've received a high dose of your biochemical. The arousal will return shortly, and I can't take any Lanzapine for at least another 36 hours. I've overdosed as it is. Which means the next day or so will be a living hell for me unless you're around to counteract the effect.”

  “But when I'm dead, how will you cope until the chemical is flushed out of your system?”

  “I'm hoping that multiple low doses of Lanzapine – maybe a quarter of a pill every 6 hours – will keep the craving manageable.”

  “Hoping?”

  “This is only the second time I've had to deal with withdrawal. It's mostly guesswork.”

  “Huh. Well...I guess I'd better get us back on the road then. As long as I'm alive, I have an appointment to keep in Hearst!”

  “I thought you slept in your truck,” Lisa said as Jim guided the rig to a stop in front of a Holiday Inn on the outskirts of North Bay.

  “I do. But if this is going to be my last night on earth, I'm going to spend it in a real bed, and eating real food.”

  “Fair enough,” she grabbed her jacket and backpack as Jim rooted through his cupboards to get a change of clothes and a toiletry bag.

  He managed to book them into a queen suite, and he headed for the bathroom as soon as they checked into the room. It was the most he'd ever paid for a shower, and he planned to get full value. Half an hour later he'd re-dressed and flipped on the TV while Lisa took her turn cleaning up.

  She emerged from the bathroom naked and he froze, enthralled by the sight of her. She walked very slowly towards his bed, eyes never leaving his. Lisa's hair was wet and fell in loose waves to her collarbone. Her mouth was turned up at the corners in a seductive smile. Full breasts swayed subtly with each step, dark nipples enticing his gaze. Her stomach was flat, her hips flared, her legs strong and shapely. They framed a sex devoid of hair, brazenly displayed to his appreciative eyes.

  “I hope you don't mind that I used your razor,” she said in a silky voice.

  It took a moment for him to find his voice. “Lisa, you know how I feel about this. About taking advantage of you while you're...”

  “I'm not. Not yet, anyway. I'm clear-headed and very much in control of myself.” She continued to approach at a languid pace.

  “Then why?”

  “This is your last night on earth. I promise it will be your best one, too. I owe you that much.” She reached the side of the bed and slowly rested her hands on her hips.

  She was the most breathtaking sight he'd ever set eyes on.

  “I think it's my best night already,” he whispered.

  Lisa smiled warmly and pointed to his groin. “Pants. Off. Now.”

  He didn't need to be told twice and quickly divested himself of his clothes as she walked around to the foot of the bed. Her ass was full and shapely and he could still recall the soft warmth of it under his hands. His cock was hard again and ached for her touch.

  “What do you want me to do?” he asked as she knelt on the bed between his ankles.

  “I want you to enjoy every moment of this.”

  She took his right ankle in her hands and slowly raised the sole of his foot to her mouth, then pressed soft, hot kisses to the inner arch and the pad of his big toe. Her tongue came out and licked the toe as she looked into his eyes; the other four toes got the same treatment. She ended with another slow kiss on his arch then gently set his ankle back on the mattress. His left foot got the same sensual treatment.

  She stroked her fingertips from his ankles up to his groin, then slowly back down. Deliberate, unhurried caresses, her eyes locked on his the whole time. An approving groan escaped him. His cock started to throb.

  Part of him wanted to ask where she learned to please a man this way, but he figured he wouldn't like the answer so he pushed the thought away and enjoyed the sensations.

  On all fours now, Lisa placed her palms on either side of his hips and slowly swept her damp hair over his belly, his cock. She lowered her shoulders so she could maintain eye contact as she ran her hot tongue from the base of his shaft up to the head, and then back down again.

  Jim gasped. “Uh...my control...may not be so good,” he said, then sucked in a breath as she began to gently kiss her way from base to tip.

  She dipped her head and slid his cock between her lips, slowly
took most of his length into her welcoming mouth, then pulled back and met his gaze again. “Focus on your pleasure, don't worry about control. If you come too soon...” she flashed him a mischievous smile, “...then I guess I'll just start all over again.”

  She gave his cock another long, unhurried lick, then engulfed it in her mouth. He felt her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft, then swishing over the head and finally the tip. She seemed content to take her time, as though she genuinely enjoyed the feel and taste of him. Most erotic of all were the moments when her lust-filled brown eyes locked with his as her tongue laved his painfully erect penis.

  “You look...just...” he began, but couldn't find the words to complete the thought. Instead he groaned and fought for control.

  “You have a beautiful dick. And the thought that you saved it all for me makes me love it even more.”

  “It's fond of you, too. We both are,” he said.

  She paused mid-lick and gave him a surprised look which faded to a sad smile. She began to say something, then changed her mind and returned her attention to his rampant erection.

  She pulled back after another few minutes of expert oral attention, perhaps sensing how close he was to coming. On her hands and knees again, Lisa trailed her hair over his skin, then crept higher and kissed his belly as she fanned her fingers out over the dark hair on his chest. Her lips set off almost-ticklish spasms where they pressed against the flesh just above his hips. Her hands were warm, her palms stroking over his ribcage at a leisurely pace.

  He reached down and stroked her hair as she kissed him, loving the cool, soft dampness of it between his fingers.

  When she moved higher and began kissing and running her tongue over his nipples, he found her heavy breasts with his hands, delighting in the impossibly soft skin, the warmth and the supple weight as he gently stroked and squeezed them. Her nipples were hard points; he trapped them with his fingers and pinched and twisted ever so gently, unsure of how much pressure to use but unwilling to relinquish his hold on them.

  “Harder, Jim,” she whispered.

  “I didn't want to...I mean, I was worried that-”

  “Harder,” she insisted, then pushed herself up with her hands, lifting her breasts up off his chest, presenting them to his view and to his touch. She was a vision of graceful, feminine softness.

  He obliged, rolling them firmly between his fingertips. She closed her eyes and sighed her appreciation, then gazed down at him with eyes half-lidded with lust.

  “More. Make me feel you,” she said. His fingers became rougher still, drawing a moan from low down in her chest. She lowered herself again and trailed kisses over his chest, then up to his neck.

  Finally her face was above his, her brown eyes peering down at him, framed by a curtain of shampoo-scented brown hair. Her knees were on either side of his hips. She reached behind her and guided his rigid cock between the lips of her pussy and into her tight, slippery channel. She rocked her hips back slowly, gently impaling herself on his full length, then pausing to hear his low, lusty groan.

  His hands gripped the sides of her hips, holding her still, thrilling to the sensation of being completely inside her. He looked down, saw his cock disappearing into her smooth slit. Felt the tightness, the wet heat of her all around him.

  She dipped her head and kissed him then, deep and lingering, then moved her lips to his left ear. “I'm soaked, Jim. Dripping...and The Curse had nothing to do with it,” she whispered, then rocked forward and back again, shifting him inside her wet sex. They both gasped and panted as she increased the pace, taking him deep with every stroke. She leaned in for another kiss, probed his mouth with her tongue, then raised up again. Her pretty eyes, pupils dilated with pleasure, never left his own. She held him in her warm gaze.

  “Can't go much longer,” he said gritting his teeth and gradually losing his battle for control.

  “Don't hold back. Come inside me. But let me see your eyes when it happens, please?”

  He nodded, and a few thrusts later he came with a strained grunt, spasming, releasing deep into her sex, losing himself in her hungry brown eyes.

  She lowered herself to lay on top of him, his spent cock still inside her. He reached around and stroked his palms over her back. They lay together until he began to soften and slide out. Without a word, she slid down his body and took him in her mouth again, her tongue gentle, savoring the remnants of their passion.

  “Lisa...just...wow,” he said, still trying to recover his breath.

  Her only response was to slide up to kiss his lips again.

  “I wish I'd been able to...do something for you. I didn't really...” he said, but she cut him off with another kiss.

  “You didn't demand or direct. Didn't try to control me. You just left me alone to do whatever I wanted. That's the first time a man has been that generous.” She paused then added “Everything about you is the opposite of what I expected it to be.”

  They lay in silence for a few more minutes until Jim was struck by a thought.

  “Should you be concerned about getting pregnant? We didn't use any kind of protection...”

  Her expression darkened. “Luther had me sterilized. He didn't want his toys getting pregnant,” she said

  “That's inhuman!”

  “Humanity wasn't his strongest suit.”

  “I'm serious. That fucker had a few pieces missing. Curse or no Curse, some people are just broken.”

  “I made sure he was more than just broken.”

  “He was number one on your hit list?” Jim asked.

  “The first, and most deserving.”

  He continued to stroke her. He liked touching her skin – warm and smooth and intimate.

  “Thank you, though. For caring about getting me pregnant. It was sweet,” she murmured.

  “Well...I'm too old to start thinking about children,” he said wryly.

  “Not too old to start thinking about room service, I hope,” she replied.

  “Jim?”

  He woke with a start, unsure of where he was or – more alarmingly – who he was in bed with. It took a moment for everything to come flooding back. He glanced at the digital clock. Three-twenty in the morning. It was officially the final day of his life.

  “Lisa? What's wrong?” The room was dark; he could barely make out her silhouette.

  “I waited as long as I could, but...now? Please?”

  The Curse. He could tell by the way her voice quivered. Her hand was under the sheets, stroking him urgently, bringing his cock fully erect.

  “Lisa, this isn't...”

  She pressed her other hand gently over his mouth. “Shh. I know. I'm sorry, Jim. I know I put you in a bad position. If there was another way, I know you'd take it – that's the kind of man you are. But this...I'm in hell right now. Burning. Starving. Losing my mind. Please? Please?” Her voice was a desperate whisper.

  Hearing her beg for his cock fueled his arousal, and that fact filled him with revulsion. He pictured Lisa on her knees in front of Luther, begging for a daily job. She said he'd loved that. Said that he'd reveled in her abject debasement, her humiliation. The idea that he had anything in common with Luther was unbearable.

  “Never beg me for anything again,” he said in a hard voice, “Tell me whatever you want but never, ever use that tone again!”

  She breathed an exasperated sigh as his command took hold. “Jim, give me your cock. I need you to...counteract the arousal.”

  The slight chill in the room as he kicked off the sheets was quickly forgotten when she straddled him. She'd left it too long; the Curse demanded an urgent fuck instead of leisurely lovemaking. Sex in the dark was passionate and frenzied. Stroking, gasping, groping. Sloppy, hungry kisses. Her scent, strong in the air. Wet heat enveloping his cock. Moans and breathy grunts. Finding her stiff nipples with his fingers, pinching firmly and enjoying her appreciative purr.

  He lifted his hips as she rocked back and forth on top of him, meeting her th
rust for thrust. He felt his climax approaching and didn't try to hold it back. A moment later he groaned and released inside her, and they lay together panting and sweating. She continued to embrace him as their breathing calmed.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, “I know it bothers you to do it when I'm in that...condition, but it doesn't bother me. I need you to know that.”

  “I just don't like that you have no choice in it. Feels wrong.”

  “It feels great on this end.”

  He chuckled. “This end, too. Forty-five years of nothing, then three times in less than a day!”

  “You can bet on at least one more. There's a ways to go before we get to Hearst.”

  “Then you'd better let me get some sleep. All this activity can wear a man out!”

  They delayed their departure from North Bay long enough for Jim to do some banking while Lisa got a new Lanzapine prescription filled. She was waiting for him in the rig when he returned, and by ten they were back on Highway 11 heading north.

  Lisa slept for the first hour.

  Jim kept glancing over at her as she dozed. She didn't look much like a murderous assassin, asleep in the passenger seat, her head rocking gently with the motion of the rig. In a crazy way he felt gratified that she was comfortable enough with him to fall asleep in his presence. He liked that she trusted him to that extent.

  It was The Curse that finally woke her.

  “Mmm, it's time, Jim. Is there someplace you can pull off?”

  “Urgent?”

  “Not yet, but I'm definitely feeling you. Soon?”

  In response he signaled and eased the rig onto the soft shoulder, hit the hazard lights and then went outside to set up reflective triangles. When he returned to the cabin Lisa was facing him nude and cross-legged on his bunk, the most welcome sight he'd ever encountered. His eyes flicked from her wide brown eyes to her inviting half-smile, down to her naked breasts and then lower to her slim stomach and sleek legs that crossed in front of her bare pussy and hid it from view. He felt his cock swell and stiffen, slightly sore from the delightful exertions of the past twenty-four hours.