I sobbed and arched up, hoping he would understand that I wanted him to do it anyway. My body would eventually catch up.
"Shh." Daederich breathed out into my hair. "It's okay. I know what you need."
About to protest that I didn't need anything special, I gasped when he pressed roughly against me and bit into my throat. His fangs tore into my flesh and I cried out, arching against him. The pain was a warped pleasure, but pleasure nonetheless. One hand in my hair, holding me in place roughly he dug the fingers of the other into my side.
I groaned, responding to the rough treatment as I hadn't to the tenderness before.
Daederich released my throat, letting me bleed onto the sheets, gazing down at me, blood dripping from his lips. "Suck my dick, Lydia. Do it, and I'll return the pleasure. If you don't, then I promise you, you'll regret it."
He rolled away from me and lay on his back, head on his folded hands. I hesitated, not sure I liked where this was going.
Daederich reached over and grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled me over him. "You want me to hurt you?"
I shook my head, but I almost said "yes." It was then I knew what he was doing.
The dampness between my thighs told me this was exactly what I needed. A bit of dominance, a bit of pain. A little messed up, but it was working.
I undid his jeans and pulled out his rock hard dick, eager to get it in my mouth.
He held me back. "I'm in the mood for a bit of TLC. Be gentle. It will make me happy."
I nodded and hid my smile against his crotch. Now, more than ever, I knew I could trust him. He was going to do his best to give me pleasure, as I needed it, without being too rough. In this way, I might eventually manage to do without the commands at all. If not, it mattered little. All that mattered was here, now.
Lips parted, I took his dick in my mouth, enveloping only the head. I could tell he was excited already in the taste of precum at the very tip. I licked it off and moved down, pulling the flesh tight with just a bit of suction. He growled and rested back, fist clenched at his side as I moved down, very slow, then slid back up.
This was for me. I knew it, and it made me all the more wet and ready. He would have been perfectly happy fucking my mouth hard. Instead, he was making us both take it slow. If I wasn't already in love with him, I would be now. My body had been trained to expect rough treatment. I was being forced to accept something gentler. The force my body understood, the care my mind reveled in.
Up and down, so languorous it was a type of torture. So much time had passed, so much motion that my lips were growing numb. I knew Daederich was close. I could feel his thighs tense under my hands. He was holding back for me.
Control lost abruptly, he jerked me off him and slammed me down face first on the bed. He laid over me, then stopped, breathing hard. He wanted to fuck me, and I wanted him to. Still he paused, gaining control of himself. Carefully, he eased one hand between us, touching my pussy, so wet and ready. He slipped one finger inside and stirred it around.
"I'm gonna put my dick in you," he told me calmly. "You aren't going to move, and you aren't going to come. Not until I say you can."
I nodded, shifting against him, disobeying already. "I'll do whatever you say."
With a gruff sound, he lifted from me. "Can't you follow the simplest commands? I said don't move."
I held still, afraid he would deny me now.
He worked another finger in. "That's my girl. I know you want me to fuck you.
But this is about what I want. Isn't it?"
Tensing helplessly against his finger, I bowed my head, pressing my face against the slick cotton sheets. "Yes. Whatever you want, I'm sorry."
He chuckled and removed his hand, shifting his dick so it pressed against my tight opening. "Don't be sorry. Just do as I say."
I nodded again. "I will."
He pushed in, spreading me, just a little. "Good. Now, don't move."
Every inch of him pushed into me, so slowly I was sure I would die from the rapture he was pulling me to. Just having him fully imbedded inside me was almost enough to throw me over the edge, but I recalled his words. I wouldn't climax without his command. The denial piqued every sensation as far as it would go.
The movement began, but it could hardly be called that. He drew out, slow enough so I could feel his flesh inside me, growing taut. Then he pushed in. I was so wet I could feel the fluid spill over his balls. I ached for him to slam them against me. I gritted my teeth to fight the willful urge to buck up.
The words spilled from my mouth. "Please, Daederich. Please just fuck me hard.
I want you pounding into me."
Lifting himself so only his groin touched mine, Daederich responded through clenched teeth. "I want you to be able to enjoy it, Lydia, even when it's not rough."
I pressed my face into the sheets. "I know. But later. Right now, I want . . . ." I bit my lip. "I need . . . ."
Daederich nodded against the back of my head. He slammed in hard. "Okay.
Since you asked so nicely."
Balls slamming into me, he fucked me hard. It was painful, but gloriously so. I still didn't move. I was still nervously following his commands.
"Daederich, can I—" My fangs gouged my lips. I tasted blood. It was sweet as honey.
"Yes." He moaned and jerked into me. "Fuck, yes. Lift those hips so I can get in deeper."
I lifted my hips to meet his violent thrust. His dick plowed deep within, ramming against the tender parts only his long, hard cock could reach. The thorough pounding tossed me out into one orgasm, then another. I wasn't sure I could take more.
He proved I could.
Dragging me up to my hands and knees, he took hold of my hair and forced my head back. Pressed fully against me, he fucked me until I couldn't breathe, his free hand moving just above our joining to my swollen clit, teasing it gently into play. I clenched against him, cried out, and fell forward. Daederich hooked an arm around my waist and lifted my hips for one, last thrust. I could feel his pulse between my thighs, long after he had stopped moving.
Rolling to his side, still holding me to him, Daederich breathed hard against my throat. "You're still bleeding."
I groaned and writhed as he bit me, sucking hard, throwing me into yet another climax. My body went limp. I was exhausted. It was wonderful.
Daederich was still breathing hard when he finally pulled away. He smiled and pulled me against him with my head nestled on his shoulder and my chest pressed to his. "You know, this little handicap you have. I don't think it'll be a problem."
I laughed. "Not to you. But how will it be when I take other lovers?"
Daederich looked down at me. "Do you object to fucking dead men?"
Smiling up at him, I nodded. "Yeah. I'd say so."
He kissed my forehead. "Then you've got nothing to worry about. Any man that touched you without my permission would suffer a horrible death." He gazed down at me. "Why? Are you anxious to have two guys slamming into you?"
I gave him a contented smile. "Not yet. But it bears consideration."
He chuckled. "Well, then, I guess I'd better find a man that I can tolerate."
Making a contented sound, I snuggled against him. "Not too soon. You've got me all to yourself for a while."
Daederich liked that. I could tell by the way he held me. Granted, it would get to the point that he would share me, and I'd share him. But not yet. Now, we were more than enough for one another. I liked knowing that. Enough for now, but it wasn't a restriction. It was a choice. Different choices would come. Later.
Chapter Twenty
Daederich's breath teased the hair around my ear. "Why are you shaking? You have to hold it steady."
I closed my eyes and shifted against him. "I know. It's just hard to concentrate with you so close. You're hard as a fucking rock."
He ground his erection against my ass. "What do you want? Even dressed like a boy, you're hot."
I bent back, leaning my head on his s
houlder. "It's comfortable."
Moaning, he put one hand on my hip. "That shirt is so tight I can see every curve of your tits. The pants show your tight little ass real nice. I want to pull them down and stick my dick in so bad it hurts."
Shifting my hips, I looked at him over my shoulder. "Go ahead."
Daederich frowned at me. "You're supposed to be learning how to shoot."
Grinning, I moved one hand from the gun and reached down behind me, taking hold of his dick through his pant. "I like it better when you shoot."
He moved his dick in my hand and rested his head on my shoulder. "You're too fucking distracted." He ground his teeth. "How about this? You get the center of the target, and I'll fuck you. Right here, right now."
Nodding, I lifted my hand from his crotch and put it back on the shotgun. I was so horny I doubted I could shoot straight. He'd given me excellent incentive to try.
"It's a good thing we've got the place to ourselves." I tried to focus my sights.
He stepped back. "Good to have the money to bribe the owners."
I could tell in his tone that he'd cut himself off from me. I knew his job meant a lot to him. He only took cases that appealed to him. The one in New York was our first against another of our kind. He wanted to make sure I was ready.
I resolved to take it more seriously. "The sword's more comfortable, but I'm not doing too badly with a Colt. Why do I have to learn how to use a rifle?"
He moved to my side. "For experience with longer guns. Right now, you still have to be too close."
I nodded, accepting it. He was right. If we were going to be picking people off, I needed to adjust to something with a long range. That fact didn't change my desire to have his dick in me right then. But it did make me focus a little better so that I could get what I wanted.
I took a few shots. All of them were well within the center of the target. "So what were you saying about fucking me?"
He grabbed the back of my cargo pants and tugged them down. Leaving them at mid-thigh, he freed himself and prodded his dick between my thighs. "You are utterly insatiable and I fucking love it. Let's hope—" He rammed his dick into me fully— "It lasts."
Speechless, I moved to set down the gun. He set it back against my shoulder. I moaned and ground against him. "I can't focus."
My body slammed against the shelf of the safety partition as he fucked into me.
"Try, Lydia." He wrapped one arm around my waist. "Let's see how much distraction you can take."
I took a few shots, but, as it turned out, my aim was shit, while my body was being thrust about. I didn't care, and soon, neither did he. He came hard and leaned down on me, holding me close as I clenched down in my own climax.
"Let's hope you don't ever have to shoot under duress." He managed to say once he'd caught his breath.
I laughed. "If anyone's fucking me when I'm trying to shoot, it's guaranteed I'm dead. I don't see it happening."
Pulling out, Daederich chuckled. "Let's hope not. If I'm the one fucking you, it's likely I'll be dead too."
A few more times after that, we practiced. After the second time that sex took over most of the training, we both agreed to hold off until we got back to the hotel. This naturally led to much frustration, but we both knew it was important that I learn how to shoot accurately, with at least some distraction. While it was unlikely I would have to shoot while being fucked, I definitely needed to be able to maintain my focus in the case of an abrupt sound or motion.
By the end of the week, Daederich had decided I was as ready as I was going to be. After packing our bags, we had another quick tryst and then headed for the plane. I was excited and eager to prove myself. Daederich had sworn I could take the first shot at the target. If I happened to miss, he would finish the job.
I'd never thought I would be so anxious to take another's life. At this point, I couldn't see it as killing someone. I trusted that, if Daederich had taken a job, it would be a just kill. All I cared about now was making him proud.
Little did I know that it would never be enough. Daederich wasn't infallible.
Neither was I.
* * * * *
Unpacking and sex—our arrival in New York had been pleasant. The hotel was luxurious; the bed was nice and bouncy. Daederich had found me a gun, some kind of Berretta rifle. Daederich had tried to give me some details about it, but, in my excitement, all I could remember was that it was a sniper rifle commonly used by SWAT. It was a ninety-something B, and its matte black color facilitated concealment.
After taking so much time explaining it to me, Daederich had been rather exasperated when I'd told him it looked cool anyway. He'd accused me of acting like an airhead. I'd snapped back that, so long as I could shoot it, it didn't matter if I didn't memorize the specs.
The tension between us from that point was unpleasant, but I didn't let it distract me. Setting up the rifle on the ledge of the high rise as Daederich had practiced with me, I sighted into the hotel conference room.
The scope made each person seated within clearly visible. I watched one stand, then moved the scope so I could take in all attending. Shocked, I blinked; I was sure I was imagining things. This couldn't be right.
"Can you see him?" Daederich kept his voice just above a whisper, lying down at my side. "Black hair, dark blue eyes. He should be at the head of the table."
I gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I see him. But . . . ."
"Just steady your breathing. You can make this shot."
Grinding my teeth, frustrated that he was in kill mode and wasn't listening to a damn thing I said, I leaned up on one elbow and looked at him. Then froze.
Five men stood over us, all clad in black leather, heavy black cloaks resting on their shoulders. Four of them had guns trained on us. The fifth was regarding us with amusement that reminded me chillingly of Cyrus. It wasn't Cyrus, but for some reason that wasn't very reassuring.
"If I'm not mistaken, she's surprised to see you are targeting children." The man arched a brow when Daederich rolled over and sat up. He smiled as Daederich scowled at the man resting the barrel of a gun against his temple.
"They aren't children." Daederich remained very still as he spoke. I could imagine his mind racing as he searched for an out. "The target is nineteen and has been so for three hundred years."
The strange, imposing man inclined his head. "Yes, but that doesn't change his youth. More so, it doesn't change the fact that you didn't bother with your usual, faultless scrutiny of every target. You took the job because it was good money and he wasn't human. If he'd been human, you would have refused. There's no valid reason to kill him."
Daederich bared his teeth. "He's a monster. That's reason enough."
The man nodded. "As are you both. Thank you for clarifying." He looked over at one of his men. "How much is being offered for the girl?"
The man's eyes were cold and hard. "Three mill."
Their leader inclined his head. "Well, if any of you want to cash in then go ahead.
Twice as much if you drag him—" He jutted his chin at Daederich. "Back to Cyrus."
Daederich pushed to his feet and pulled me up behind him. "Cyrus put a price on us?"
The man nodded. "Are you surprised, Daederich? You didn't really think he was just going to let you go." He shook his head and smiled. "No, Cyrus just isn't the type to do his own dirty work. What surprises me is that you haven't gone after him yet."
Daederich scowled at his feet. I could tell he wanted to lash out, but was holding back because he wasn't stupid. We were outnumbered and outclassed. These men reeked of controlled force. "I was waiting . . . ."
The man looked pleased. "You wanted to catch him off guard. Rather than give in to your need for immediate revenge you held off, stifling it until the moment was right. Commendable."
Daederich set a level gaze on the man. "Thanks."
The dry tone didn't faze the man. As though reaching a decision, he waved his men down. "The only problem is that Cyru
s was never on guard. He doesn't see you as a threat. He's having you hunted down because he thinks you're hiding. He sees you as a harmless fledgling. It's to your advantage."
He had Daederich's full attention now. "I get the impression that you don't see me that way."
The man smiled. "No. I don't. Which is why I'm here. New York is a sanctuary. I cannot allow you to kill their leader. I will, however, offer you a mission that will pay just as well, and, even better, give you some satisfaction."
Daederich nodded slowly. "I'm listening."
The man stepped up to the edge of the roof. He gazed out into the darkness.
"Cyrus and his people have broken many of our laws. They flaunt their power and refuse to heed warnings. Unfortunately, Cyrus has some strong supporters and no official strike can be brought against them. Any effort to bring them down must be done on a voluntary basis, and discreetly so." He turned and gestured toward the other men.
"What you see before you are the volunteers. No one else wants to draw the wrath of Cyrus' supporters. That means finding him has become something of a problem."
The corner of Daederich's lips curved up. "But I know where he is. You want me to tell you."
"No. I want you to show me. What I offer is a temporary position as a mercenary.
You may choose to continue with us when the mission is complete, but, for now, we'll keep it on a trial basis." He held out his hand. "You have more reason than anyone to want to bleed that son of a bitch. Work with us, and we'll bury him."
Daederich reached out and clasped his hand.
During the whole exchange, I hadn't moved. Still sitting on the rough gravel surface of the roof, I had simply watched, speechless, trapped in wonder at the power buzzing in the air between these men. Now I stood, not liking how easily Daederich had given in. I knew the need for revenge was strong in him. It was strong in me too.
Still, leaving one confinement for what was potentially another wasn't something I was ready to do.
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