Nadia's Salvation

by K. A Knight

  It will be their hubris.

  “So, Mr. Hilton,” he begins, seemingly interested, even as he pulls out his phone and starts to type—I know to check me out. “Why do you want to work for me?”

  “I heard you pay well and I need a long-term contract. I’m tired of all the small players and hits,” I drawl, sitting back, acting confident.

  He smiles then, flashing straight white teeth. “So you don’t mind getting your hands...bloody, shall we say?”

  “Not at all, sir, it’s part of the job. You pay and I’m yours, tell me what to do or who to shoot and I will, though as you can see, I’m better at protection and defence,” I cajole.

  “A rare honesty.” He nods. “I like it, we have room for you, we have troublesome clients and are in need of a strong individual to keep them in line, one who will not shy away or be manipulated. Do you think you are such a man?” he asks, dropping his phone to his lap, seemingly pleased by my fake history.

  “Yes, I have no feelings, all I care about is getting the job done. I’ve worked with drug dealers, sex traffickers, and hits on the daily, nothing will shock me anymore, and I know how to keep my eyes and hands to myself. Whatever your business is, I can guarantee I’m the best match.”

  He smirks. “Very good, we shall see how much of that is real.” He turns to the front then. “Take us to the downtown facility.” He looks at me. “As you can imagine, I can’t have you seeing where we’re going until I know if I can trust you.”

  I nod, and he pulls a blindfold from his pocket and tosses it at me. “Put this on, and these.” He passes over earplugs as well, smart. That way I can’t tell our direction or location, and since my senses will be dulled, so will my ability to remember what turns are where...for most people.

  I put them on and want to frown, but I keep my face calm and straight, not giving him anything. We drive for around thirty minutes, so we must be in the city still, on the downtown side, I would guess near the warehouses if the turns are anything to go by, but I can’t be sure. I feel the car stop and then nothing for a moment before a tap comes on my shoulder, I pull out an earplug.

  “You can take those off now and join us,” he commands, so I do as I’m told and slip from the car, discreetly looking around. Definitely a warehouse, which has been converted. We are piled in what looks like a garage area with cars and bikes everywhere. He nods at me and leads me towards a big hangar door, which opens when we reach it, the noise of music and the scent of unwashed bodies hitting me straight away.

  He looks at me and seems satisfied as we head inside and stop on the threshold. Metal stairs run to the left, leading to what looks like a private office. In front are tables and a kitchen with men milling around. The rest of the room has been sectioned off and there’s a door. He waits for me to take it in before heading to the door and opening it to reveal a dim hallway with multiple doors.

  “We keep the merchandise down here—troublesome ones on their own, others in groups of five or ten depending on the room. They are only let out twice a day to use the bathroom and when instructed to shower. We keep them here a week or so, usually until their buyer picks them up or we sell them. Some take longer than others, one has been here for weeks and is the entertainment for the men. You may touch her, but none of the others, clients do not like their product to be spoiled in anyway. Understand, Mr. Hilton?” he calls, looking at me as I peer over his shoulder. No sounds of the women reach me, so I guess the rooms are soundproofed.

  “Understood, from that may I infer you trade in skin?” I inquire politely.

  “You may.” He nods, watching my face closely for any tells. When he finds none, he seems placated. “Your job will be to guard these women. You will be working alongside the regular crew here.” He steps closer. “Mostly locals, hard and rough men, do not get on their bad side, but keep an eye on them for me.”

  “You want me to be your spy?” I surmise, and he grins.

  “You are a smart one, good, I need that. Yes, spy, report back, I want to make sure I can trust them, and of course someone will be watching you. I trust no one, Mr. Hilton.” He steps away. “Any questions?”

  “When do I start?” I ask.

  “Tomorrow, take the day shift. I don’t care what you do on your free time as long as you don’t talk about the operation or draw unwanted attention to yourself. Go to the docks again at eight AM sharp, and you will be brought here. You may then see where you’re going. You finish tomorrow at eight at night.” He walks away, stopping halfway across the room. “Oh, and Mr. Hilton, do not fuck with us. I would hate to have to get blood on my clothes, my driver will take you back.” Then, he’s gone, back through the warehouse to his car and getting in as it pulls away, the open door giving me a glimpse of where we are.

  “This way.” One of the guards jerks his head to the other car and I get in the back. I’m not asked to cover my face this time, but the back of the car is tinted on the inside, so I couldn’t see out even if I wanted to. It’s a long thirty minutes until we pull up at the docks. I get out and they leave without a word.

  I stroll to my car and get in. I won’t head straight home, in case he sends anyone to follow me, and I don’t want to lead them back to my safe place or Nadia, so instead I take a tour of the city, picking up some food, grabbing clothes for Nadia, and having a coffee, hoping if anyone is following they will get bored. Only then do I decide to head home. I check to make sure no one is following before I turn into my drive and I’m happy that they aren’t. It’s nearly one in the morning by the time I get back, and all the lights from the front are out as I unlock the door and engage the security system.

  In case she’s asleep, I take off my shoes and pad upstairs on sock-covered feet, but I shouldn’t have bothered, she isn’t asleep. She’s waiting for me on the bed like she promised...only she’s naked apart from one of my ties and the grin covering her face.

  “Hi, honey, good day at work? I missed you?” she greets sarcastically, running the silk tie through her fingers, her legs bent to hide her pussy, her breasts on full display, heavy and pert, her nipples tight and hard.

  “I can see that. If I knew this was how I was going to be welcomed, I would have come home sooner.” I grin, stepping into the room and shutting the door as I throw the leather jacket aside and rip the shirt over my head until I’m just in the constricting jeans. “Is that tie for me or you?” I ask, interested in both.

  Her eyes light up as she strokes the tie. “You, definitely you,” she purrs, and gets to her knees and crawls towards me. “On your back, Spidey, I want to play.”

  Flicking open my button, I push the jeans to my feet and step out of them, naked, and watch as she licks her lips, running her eyes down my body, and sits back. “Bed, now,” she demands. Grinning, I climb on and lie back, pillowing my hands under my head as she runs her eyes down my body.

  “Well, Brat, what did you want to do with me?” I tease.

  Wiggling closer, she swings her leg over me and hovers above my straining, hard cock, teasing me with her body. Grabbing the tie, she leans forward and bands it across my eyes, echoing what I did to myself earlier, only this time I’m at the mercy of my love.

  I lift my head, allowing her to tie it, and she rewards me by covering my lips with hers. She groans and I swallow the sound, tangling my tongue with hers, grabbing at her hips to try and pull her where I want her without breaking the kiss. She covers my hands and drags them up her curves until I cup her breasts. Dirty girl.

  Complying with her urging, I roll her nipples between my fingers before tugging them. She licks at my mouth desperately as I feel her wet pussy rub against my hard cock, and it’s my turn to groan, my hands once again drifting downwards to touch her where we both want, but she punishes me by biting my lower lip and flicking my nipple bar, making me rip my mouth away as I pant in pain.

  “You aren’t in charge right now, I am, be a good boy and I’ll ride your dick. Don’t, and I’ll tie you here and make you watch as I fuc
k myself and leave you hard and wanting,” she snaps, before kissing my lip better.

  It’s hard for me to give up control, but she showed me yesterday the beauty in submission. She’s a strong woman, yet she constantly gives me that feeling of being in charge because she knows I need it—maybe she needs this tonight. So even though it’s against every natural instinct I have, I relax into the bed and wait, following her commands.

  “Good Spidey,” she purrs, and licks down my chin and neck before sucking my nipple and bar into her mouth, her tongue tugging on it, the pain mixing with pleasure until I want to thrust upwards. Everything is multiplied. The feeling of her tongue, the glide of her hands on my pecs, her pussy pressed to my cock, it feels so much...more without my sight, my eyes straining against the silk of the tie, my focus on everything I can feel.

  “Brat,” I warn, even as I’m helpless to her.

  She pops my nipple free, her warm breath wafting across my face. “Nope, shush, or I’ll gag you or put that tongue to use.”

  “I can think of one use,” I mutter.

  “I warned you,” she snaps, and I feel her lift her body away, taking her heat and wetness, leaving me aching and straining to reach her blindly.

  Something wet touches my face and I reach out, gripping what feels like her thighs, which means...I groan, my tongue darting out and tasting her cream. Her pussy is pressed to my face. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to see her right now. I can just imagine it. Her hands pressed to the headboard, her body moving above me, rocking as she rides my mouth.

  Hands gripping her skin tightly, I pull her close and breathe out of my nose as I lick a line up her pussy, catching as much of her cream as I can. Her taste invades my mouth, so fucking sweet and perfect I could eat her all day. She gasps loudly, rocking against my tongue and I grin, loving the control I have over her body.

  “Yes,” she cries out, as I lash her clit with my tongue before dipping a finger into her tight little pussy, and pressing on those nerves inside her, which has her jerking above me as she rides my mouth, pushing farther down. Fuck, she could take all my oxygen and I’d die happy right now.

  Licking her clit, I add another finger to her channel and suck her little nub into my mouth. Her pussy clamps down on my digits, fresh wetness gushing around me as she cries out with release, her hips still rocking as she moans.

  When she’s done, she slips away from my face, even as I try and keep her there. Licking my lips, I breathe heavily, my cock straining for attention, wanting to be buried where my tongue just was.

  “Baby,” I groan, resisting the urge to grab my cock. “I need you,” I almost beg, letting her hear the vulnerability there and knowing it’s her choice.

  She rips away the blindfold and I find her sitting next to me, her eyes wide with hunger and lips red from my kisses. I pounce, I can’t help it. I knock her back to the bed until her head is almost hanging from the side and smash my lips to hers, letting her taste herself there as my hands brush down her curves and to her pussy before gliding back up again, teasing her.

  She hooks one leg over my hip, arching herself up, not breaking our kiss, her body talking for her. Gripping my cock, I feed it into her pussy, lining it up at her entrance as she moans into my mouth, her heel kicking at me to get me moving. Relenting, I thrust into her tight channel, and she rips her mouth away, crying out as I force my thick cock through her tight heat until I’m seated balls deep.

  Where I’m supposed to be, inside my girl.

  “Keanu,” she pleads, her eyes opening and locking on mine as she wraps her other leg around my waist.

  Sitting back on my knees, I pull out and slam home, making her breasts jiggle with the force as she arches up. “You tasted so good, Brat,” I groan. “Too fucking good on my tongue, I could have spent all night with your pussy on my face.”

  She moans, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, my girl loves it when I talk dirty.

  Grabbing her legs, I hold them above her and press them back until they touch her shoulders and she moans from the new angle, even as she hooks her hands around them to keep them there as I drive into her again and again.

  “Keanu,” she begs, the only time she ever seems to call me by my real name, maybe I’m getting used to Spidey.

  “Yes, dirty girl?” I rasp, clenching my teeth at the force of the orgasm I can feel building, but holding back, wanting her to come again, wanting to feel her explode around my cock and milk me.

  “I-I’m so close, God.” She writhes beneath me, her fingernails digging into her skin as my hips stutter. I can’t keep it up. With harsh, uncontrolled thrusts, I drive into her again and again as I reach down and flick her clit, making her scream.

  She drops her legs, her pussy clamping around me, dragging my orgasm from me. With a yell, I still, my cum spurting from me and filling her up before I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing heavily and sweating.

  I look up and meet her unfocused gaze and we both burst into laughter, which in turn makes us groan. Pulling out, I drop my head onto her chest, hearing her heart race in time with mine.

  “How did it go?” she asks, her voice still breathless as she reaches down with shaking fingers and runs them through my hair.

  “Good, they took me on, showed me what looked like a bigger processing house.” I stop, then decide what the hell. “I can’t do much from there. If I let the girls go, they will know I’m a traitor and try to kill me. I need to work my way up higher or wait to see the big boss. I met one tonight, but he wasn’t the main guy, I could tell.”

  “So then you wait, you watch like you do, and we take them down once we have all the information...do you think you can? It will be hard seeing all those women, knowing you could help because you, my friend, have a hero complex.”

  I snort, she isn’t wrong. “I’ll have to be, because in the long run, it makes sense. I stop them there and they will just move and start again. This way, I stop them for good and protect countless women. The few for the many.”

  She nods, still stroking my hair. “When do you start?”

  “I start tomorrow at eight in the morning,” I tell her, circling my finger across her belly, drawing nothing as I cuddle closer.

  “Okay.” She sighs and holds me tighter. “I’ve got to head to university tomorrow anyway and talk to my counsellor about when I’ll be coming back, and then put a plan in place.”

  “When do you think you will?” I query, propping my chin on her chest to look at her.

  She glances away for a moment before looking back at me. “Honestly, I don’t know. It all seems meaningless now, you know? I wanted to go to university to make something of myself, to be the first in my family and make them proud. I loved what I was doing, but now...now it all feels hollow. Like that isn’t me anymore. I sit there, surrounded by these people, and I no longer feel like a part of them. Maybe I’m still healing, but I just don’t know if that’s the right move for me anymore...but then I don’t know what else I would do.”

  “I get that.” I nod and she sighs.

  “This feels more important, you know? Like I should be here, I should be doing this, and for the first time in my life I’m finally where I’m meant to be…and not just with you. Helping people, it’s what I always wanted, and I finally can in a way no one else can, even if it’s just by helping you. Maybe that sounds naive and stupid, I don’t know, all I know is...”

  “This feels right,” I finish, and she lifts her head, meeting my eyes. “I know.”

  “So what do I do?” she inquires, and her eyes are lost, looking to me for answers. Is this the same girl I met at Scarlett’s, or even that night when I picked her up? I’m beginning to realise there are a lot of different sides to Nadia, and every one I reveal is more beautiful than the last.

  “Let’s focus on the present. For now, you stay with me, you work with me, because as much as it pains me to admit it, I need you.” I wink at her then and she smiles, so fucking beautiful it hurts. “After that, we’ll fi
gure it out. You do whatever you want to do, Brat. Go back to university, don’t. That’s your choice. Travel the world, take a different job, join up. Whatever you want to do, I will make it happen, the world is yours if you want it. All you have to do is tell me. You should know by now I have no strength when it comes to you, I would do anything, anything for you, Nadia Amor. All you have to do is ask.”

  Her eyes are bright with unshed tears, her lips curled up as she stares at me. Ever so softly, she drops a kiss on my forehead, and I can actually feel it sinking through the layers of skin and muscle and branding there. “I love you, Spidey.”

  I freeze, my lungs screaming as I hold my breath and just stare at her, utter panic coursing through me. She can’t love me, she can’t. No, because if she loves me...that means I’ll lose her.

  She smiles, even though she must see the horror in my eyes. Surely this is hurting her? But all she does is stroke my cheek. “It’s okay, baby, you don’t have to say it back, not ever. I know what those words mean to you and how hard it would be, but I wanted you to know. Not because I expect anything in return, but simply because it’s true. You should know that you are worthy of love and that I do, completely and utterly, and even if you can never feel that or say it back, I still will. Every day, no matter if you push me away or cut me off. You, Keanu Grey, are the love of my life, one I never saw coming. After all, aren’t those always the best things?”

  “Brat,” I whisper on a long breath out.

  “So, tomorrow you go to work, and I’ll go to university, meet back here after, and we can go through everything you learned? I still think we should look at the club angle as well, that might lead us somewhere else. It’s worth a shot, right?” she muses, not seeming bothered by my utter terror or lack of response.