by J. M. Keep
The taller man with the cigar was behind her, lifting her black hair and letting it slip through his coarse fingers as if appraising her quality. It was enough to make Amy recoil and back away up a step, almost stumbling and falling over her own feet. He simply smiled around the cigar, still able to stare down at her.
“N-no, thank you, I like it here…” She managed to murmur, holding to the railing as though there was a chance of being taken away then and there. She hadn’t done anything to upset matters, so this all made such little sense that she had to be confronted with these unsettling people. A part of her wanted to flee off up the stairs, but between the thought that it would only wound her pride and that her legs refused to move, she remained.
“Could one of you remind me… why do I choose to live out here?” The voice to enter the hall from far to the left made Amy’s heart jump, and took the attention of the assorted men away from her. The one-eyed woman gave him a cursory glance from where she stood, estranged from the rest with her arms folded under her chest, and only nodded a touch. It was the smaller black-haired man to reply.
“Cause you’re a damn hermit that don’t want no company, we know. You gotta take house calls sometime though, case won’t deliver itself!” He replied, as Julian came into view, wearing a much more casual pair of tattered jeans, a dirty tee shirt and longer sleeved shirt with sets of needles and chest pockets full of tools adorning it. He was a thinner-built sort of man with ragged, dirty-blonde hair, a sharp, angular jaw and vibrant blue eyes, but he had a way of filling an outfit, and making even casual wear look good. At least Amy thought so.
“That’s right, some peace and quiet.” He replied, his voice low and strained for patience as he walked into the group with his hands lazily in pockets, forcing them to separate and disperse around him. He still stood taller and broader than Amy did, with a confidence in his stature about him that seemed strange among the more ominous group.
“So what then, do you suppose people would think of you lot…” Julian began to ask, reaching up and taking the cigar from the tall man’s mouth to snuff it against his thumb before putting it in the man’s coat pocket.
“You know I don’t allow smoking here, Edgar, really.” He muttered, shaking his head and looking at each in turn, the crate and car outside in the moment of silence that hung amongst them before turning to Amy with an apologetic look in his eyes and a quiet smile. It said he didn’t like this any more than she did.
“Ey, chill, Doc. It’s just us.” The black-haired one explained, spreading his arms dismissively as he sat on the waist-high case they’d brought in. That shadow of strain fell over Julian’s face again as he turned back to them, immediately waving a hand as if to smack the guy across the distance.
“Get off the fucking case, Winston. I know it’s you, that’s the problem. I’m out here for a reason, and you all come out here dressed to kill, in the fucking black-windowed Mercedes. Alarm bells are ringing, Winston.” He explained in exasperation, pointing out to the vehicle outside. True enough, Amy only then realised, it had black-tinted windows that she couldn’t see inside the vehicle through. There were probably other things she didn’t quite understand, but the whole thing did look a touch more than sinister. The man he’d called Winston looked to Edgar and back, shaking his head.
“What are you getting at, man?” He asked, slipping off the case. Edgar chuckled despite turning away, and the redheaded woman practically groaned as she scratched above her brow and rubbed her forehead. The last of them just stood around looking bored with the whole thing.
“What I mean is this is out past a sleepy village that could pass for a retirement home, and you come along in that car. These people will gossip about for weeks on end, with a damn case that could have God knows what, and black suits, just to spice the headline. You don’t look like your average countryside horti-fucking-culturists.” Julian railed, the disinterested woman’s shoulders shaking lightly in mirth as the tired looking guy groaned and made his way back out, Winston grimacing and raking a hand through his hair.
“Come on, Edgar, help me out, here! We were real subtle like, even picked up some paparazzi guy on the way up, tell him!” Winston explained, rather proudly as he pointed to the car through the now open door the fourth of them had left through. Edgar was busy rubbing off the end of his cigar and chuckling.
“Eh? Ah, yeah, he’s in the boot.” The heavy-set man explained, gesturing over to the vehicle. “Anyway, is she going to be done soon?” He asked, never so much as glancing at Amy. That feeling of going ignored gave her some solace in the situation; at least it seemed they weren’t discussing her as the ‘she’ that wasn’t done.
“You put him in the… you know what, I don’t want to know. She’ll be ready in good time if I don’t have to keep worrying about what shit you’re all stirring up. You know there’s a huge amount of risks in doing this, and if something fucks up, that’s it, so don’t push it. Get out of here.” He grumbled, waving dismissively and shaking his head as the rest of them took their leave. Only Edgar gave Amy so much as a second glance, a seemingly sincere smile and a nod in farewell.
“Heh, that’s the hospitality I was expecting. You need to take it easy, Julian. All that stress and bad attitude is bad for your blood pressure. You got such a cute assistant, why not have her have her ‘help’, eh?” Edgar suggested, waving dismissively as he took quick strides back to the door and out, closing it behind him. It left Julian to sigh in vexation, shaking his head and rubbing his temples as he glanced over the hefty case, before looking to Amy with a worrisome, apologetic look about his face.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, are you alright?” He asked, offering a hand to ease her back down off the step she’d risen up on. Apparently, she’d been cowering and clinging to the railing without realising, too. Placing her hand in his and pursing her lips, she nodded quietly and stepped down, feeling a little better.
“What’s the case for? They called you Doc, too… if you don’t mind me asking.” Amy inquired, curiosity getting the better of her senses, her eyes wandering from him to the heavy case that looked like it might house some musical instrument or bulk of materials and back. It probably wasn’t her place to pry, but they’d left too many questions and intimidation.
“It… that’s for a little project I’m doing on the side, downstairs. Don’t worry, I’ll move it myself, later. There’s nothing in it so it’ll be light to lift. ‘Doc’, well, that’s from an older time. I started out in the medical field and not everything goes to plan. I rather not talk about it, if that’s alright with you. Sorry.” Julian requested, softly and morosely. She’d never heard him talk in such a roundabout way, or in such a downtrodden mood before. It made her want to know more, but also to just hug the man and tell him it was alright.
“It’s alright. I shouldn’t pry, sorry…” She did manage, putting on a little smile and squeezing on his hand reassuringly. For all she still felt shaken, she could put on a good face.
“No, you have a right. I brought you to this place, and, honestly I don’t regret it for one moment. If they touched you, I’d… I’m sorry, if I knew they were coming I’d have said something.” He murmured, gently caressing Amy’s cheek and brushing her hair back as she stared up into his haunted and distant eyes that refused to meet her, now. She really did wish she could understand more of him, sometimes. Perhaps then she would understand him, as she clung to his shirt, pulling herself closer.
What happened next came with no forethought or reason. Amy’s body simply moved on its own, gently pressing her lips to his. He didn’t pull away, nor resist, and even so much as drew his hands around her. That tension of emotion in her chest flared and burst into a melting pot of warmth and pleasure. What was she doing? Why now? What was he doing? Amy’s lips parted, and the mix of his taste washing into her mouth left little room to care for reason. Only comfortable pleasure and a pent-up desire filled her head.
When the kiss finally broke, Amy realised she
was on her tiptoes and quickly flattened her feet for balance, holding his shirt firmly to not loose herself any more than she already had. Her mouth felt warm and wet, tingling with a simple pleasure that she could only want more of as she struggled to catch her breath and find words. His hand cupping her cheek forced her to look up at him, making her swallow hard as those brilliant blue eyes pierced into her soul.
“You don’t expect me to tell you that mixing pleasure with business isn’t allowed here, do you…” Julian whispered, those eyes dancing across her face, drinking in her features in a way that stole what breathe she had regained. Amy had acted on impulse, and now she was the one that bashfully couldn’t meet his gaze. Pursing her lips, she quietly shook her head – she didn’t want to be told to stop, now. He’d already taken her off her feet and changed the world around her, so Amy couldn’t find a sense of normality and footing around him if she wanted to.
It was that sense of him carrying her away that saw her thrown onto Julian’s bed in a panting mess. He’d taken her straight there, and now he was on her, more passionately than she could have imagined. Had he always felt this way about her? Was it his stress, or solace? The thought that he needed her – even to soothe and relieve that tension – warmed Amy’s heart and made her stomach flutter as he lay down over her. His lips grabbed and pulled her into a wild and passionate kiss as she swam in those sensations.
His hands saw to removing her top, at least as far as it would go without separating their embrace as Amy in turn pulled his shirt from his body, stroking down the firm span of his back greedily. For all he was slender, he was still more than enough to enjoy getting her hands on and around. His tongue did more than dance with her this time; it practically bound and wrestled her into submission the way he was doing with the rest of her body.
It all made Amy squirm and moan freely into the kiss as his hands pushed up her clothing and grabbed her sensitive breasts, his passions running free across her suddenly all the more timid body. She was no special doll, just an everyday ‘girl next door’ picked for her talents, yet here she was, writhing and grinding her hips beneath him, and he wanted her.
That indisputable fact made Amy’s head fuzzy with bliss as she lay under him, squeezing her legs against the sides of his thighs as he embraced her. The kiss finally broke, and Amy panted a soft whine as he roughly pulled her clothes away until she lay naked beneath him with his hand stroking between her legs.
“Mmn, you’re this wet already, huh?” He whispered, pulling his fingers away to smack the puffy mounds before firmly stroking them again. That rough, rugged handling made Amy gasp and moan hopelessly, writhing and panting lurid moans she didn’t think she had in her as he simply smiled down at her. How did he make her feel so helpless and weak like that? It wasn’t right at all, but she couldn’t get enough of it.
“Get up, come on.” He ordered, his tone somehow growing sterner as he shifted off her and gave her mounds a softer pat that made her quiver and squirm. Amy looked up at him in hazy confusion, but got up onto her knees with his help all the same. Perhaps he wanted her to undress him, and something more. Amy bit her lip and moved her hands to his jeans, but he pushed them away with a soft smirk, guiding her to the bottom of the four-poster bed to tap the wood with one hand and grope her rear with the other.
“Hold onto that, and don’t let go, no matter what, understand? Good girl.” He whispered, kissing her lips, cheek and neck as she nodded, leaning down to grab the footboard. Blushing immediately at how exposed it left her, Amy tried to look over her shoulder as her soft ass and hips stuck out on high for him, her glistening mounds showing off freely. It earned her ass cheek a gentle spank as he nodded ahead.
“Eyes forward.” Julian instructed as he began to undo the belt buckle of his jeans. The demand made Amy pout, for all she wanted to see and be closer to him, but she quickly understood why. The far wall was nothing but mirror, leaving her to see everything on the bed, including her timid and wide-eyed self, naked and on all fours at the base of Julian’s bed as he undressed behind her.
“Good view, hm?” He asked, getting a timid, shy sort of nod from the girl so fully uncovered, even to herself. Kneeling in his briefs behind her, he just chuckled and leant in behind her, kissing her cheek again and pressing a thick, rubbery ball to her lips. Amy tried to look at it in the mirror, but could barely make it out beyond that it came with straps, making her swallow hard.
“Open up, good girl.” Julian ordered, his tone more levelled but still all the more firm and domineering than she’d heard from him during work. It was a sort of ‘bed voice’ that made her knees weak. Just as well she was already on all fours, she thought, as she reluctantly opened her mouth to have the thing stuffed into it.
The ball was surprisingly thick and large, forcing Amy to whine around it as it plugged and filled her mouth to an almost painful gape before the straps were pulled around behind her head. Rubbing her tongue against it proved what she thought she could see in her reflection – it was full of holes. Wearing it gave her a dark, exciting thrill from knowing she couldn’t speak any more.
She hadn’t known he was into this sort of thing, but she didn’t mind the thought of being completely at his mercy, more than she already was, alone in the villa as they were. That realisation hit her like a hard spank straight between her legs, that even if she could speak, he could toy with her however he wanted, and no one would, nor could stop him.
Suckling on the ball, that dark thought made Amy’s head spin with excitement as she squirmed and wriggled on the spot. She’d truly given herself over to him, with no turning back now. The feel of a pair of slickened fingers pushing straight into her tight little ass hole pushed the thoughts out of her mind just as firmly, making her cry out a muffled moan with wide eyes. She hadn’t been expecting that, and instinctively clenched around him, all but sucking those waggling and pumping fingers deeper as she stared into her sordid reflection with shocked and agonised eyes.
“Shh, hold still.” Julian instructed, giving her rear another firm smack with his free hand to make the cheeks jiggle as she squeaked and whined a soft moan into the big gag. The feeling was intense and invasive, but not unpleasant as he twisted and squelched those fingers into her with one hand, gently raking back and bunching her hair with the other.
Amy knew where this was going, and swallowed hard as she mewled into the gag, saliva starting to trickle over her lower lip. It seemed impossible to stop and suck back in, no matter how hard she tried. She wasn’t to take her hands off the footboard, though, so could only whine and moan softly as he held her head up in his grip and pulled the fingers out of her tingling little rim.
Her obedience would be rewarded, for whilst gripping her hair tighter and pulling her head back to make her all too aware of how much she was drooling down her chin in the mirror, those fingers were replaced with the tip of something much bigger and thicker. She didn’t need to see him knelt squarely behind her with his thighs naked to know what he was doing.
“Mmnh! Mhh! Mh-mnnh!” Amy mewled through her gag, an incoherent mess of high-pitched and pleading moans as he pushed his thick cock into her, holding her hair firmly in his grip for reigns as it sunk in. The feeling made Amy’s toes curl and legs double up as she clung to the footboard, but for a wonder, it felt good, and pushed in easily.
She hadn’t known what to expect from anal, but had heard enough horror stories about it to be wary. This was far from something so terrible, leaving her to feel every single ridge and vein of his hard, invading cock. Her ass twitched and jumped with every little push, giving off light gasps as though it pushed the air straight from her lungs on quivering moans.
Whatever he’d lubricated the hole with to make her give easily, and squeal against him was working wonders to let her take that thick girth like it was nothing, but once it was past the tight little virgin rim, there was nothing to stop it feeling as though it was filling her to the brim and splitting her in two.
She could a
ppreciate having the gag on now, for it let her groan and splutter ragged moans to her heart’s content without being able to form any sort of incoherent sentence. All she could do was feel him sliding all the way in to the hilt as he yanked firmly on her hair, slamming in to hilt in her ass with one final hard thrust. The shock of that final plunge made Amy’s feet slam back into the bed sheet as her back arced into the firm tug, a throaty moan spilling from her gag alongside the beading saliva drooling down her chin.
She wanted to lower her head and curl up to endure the feeling that shot through her, but with his hand in her hair, all Amy could do was drum her feet and squint as she whined into the mirror. He felt far too big inside of her tight little ass, but he was there. She couldn’t feel anything but the gentle throb and stir of his cock inside her twitching and clenching walls.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Julian whispered, so close to her ear. She hadn’t been focusing on anything beyond handling the sensation of having him plough into her so viscerally, so her eyes were unfocused and wild as they snapped open again to meet his gaze through the mirror. She couldn’t speak, of course, and didn’t think all that highly of herself, but his words made her warm inside, and eased the clenching on his shaft.
She wanted him inside. She wanted him to mess her up inside and give it to her hard. Unable to move her mouth at all, she simply nodded into the mirror, moaning a murmur of acceptance beyond already presenting herself on all fours for him. He smiled in such a soft way, kissing her cheek and earlobe as he pulled away, whispering one last time. “Good girl.”
It would be the last words spoken – at least ones so tender – as his grip reaffirmed, yanking her head back sharply enough to make her squeal as he slammed his hips into her ass. Apparently, there had still been a good, hard inch spare that made little sparks go off in her stomach. Giving her all but a moment to catch her breath and senses, Julian started moving, pulling out as slowly as he’d pushed in to leave her with an agonizing feeling of friction, followed by a sort of relief and emptiness.
