"Tell me, barbie girl, have you ever been fucked here?" He asks, the tip of his finger pushing in ever so slightly. My breath hitches, and excitement builds anew.
"No." I whisper, barely able to let out a sound.
"What was that my dirty little girl? I didn't hear you." His fingers go even deeper before retreating.
"No, never." I say with more conviction.
"And you'll let me be the first?" He asks, still playing with me. He might not know it, but he has all my firsts.
"Will I be your first too?" I don't know what prompts me to voice this, especially since I know he doesn't like when I speak back to him in the bedroom. The moment the question is out of my mouth, though, I take a deep breath, awaiting my punishment.
A deep chuckle permeates the air.
"Would you like that, barbie girl? Would you like to be my first?"
"Yes." I don't even think as I say this. The thought of Theo touching someone else physically pains me.
He doesn't answer. Instead, his palm comes down on my ass, the slap loud, the pain making me flinch.
"You know why I'm doing this, don't you?" He asks just as he slaps my ass again.
"Yes, sir." I meekly respond.
"Good." He hums his approval, continuing to dole out the punishment. Slap after slap, my ass must be red by now. I almost tear up from the pain, but I've had worse, so I steel myself.
Then he stops.
"You are barbie girl. You're the first." He says, amused. "Does that please you?"
"Yes. Yes, sir." My tone is entirely too enthusiastic as I reply.
"Enough that you'll let me fuck your ass?" His hand comes down on the battered cheeks again, but this time he's tenderly caressing them.
"Yes."
He leaves my side for a second, before returning and pouring some type of oil on my back. He spreads it around and massaging it into my skin. Going lower, he pours even more liquid between my ass cheeks. His finger moves in and out of my hole, lathering the entire area with the lubricant.
I'm only getting used to the unfamiliar sensation when his finger is replaced by the head of his cock. He pushes in slowly, the pressure almost too much. I hold on to the table as he inches his way inside of me. After the initial burn, the pain gives way to a pleasant fullness. I wiggle my butt around, and his cock slips inside even more.
"That's it, barbie girl. If you could see the way your ass is eating up my cock." He grunts, his breathing irregular.
"More. Please, sir." At my words, Theo grips my hips and pushes all the way inside, the feeling of him there so abundant, I can't help but release a whimper. He's balls deep in my ass, and the thought of it feels me with giddiness.
And I'm his first.
"Oh," I moan as he retreats, only to surge forward once more.
Mine. Yes, he's mine.
At first, his thrusts are slow and tentative, but once he sees he's not hurting me in any way, he increases his speed.
And oh, God!
The pressure gives way to pleasure, and my entire body is tingling with the nearing of an orgasm.
Just as I'm about to reach that height, he pulls out, flipping me on my back and removing the blindfold. In no time, his cock is back in my ass, his hands on my tits.
"That's it, barbie girl. I want you to see who's fucking you." He rasps as he increases the speed of his thrusts, his fingers playing with my puckered nipples.
The combined sensations are too much, and my mouth forms a silent o as I keep myself from screaming out.
One hand still on my breast, the other moves lower and he circles my clit at the perfect time. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the orgasm, my eyes roll in the back of my head, my body convulsing and tightening over his cock.
"Fuck yeah." Theo grunts, pulling out and discarding the condom on the floor before taking himself in hand and coming all over my stomach. "Damn it, Pink, a man needs health insurance with you." He gives me a lopsided smile before collapsing next to me on the table.
"Health insurance or a body bag?" I ask before I can think it through.
Great with the morbid humor, B!
Theo doesn't reply for a second before bursting into laughter.
"You're one of a kind, barbie girl."
ONCE BACK IN THE CAB, I pull at my wig, my frustration increasing by the moment. It always happens when I have to leave Theo, knowing fully well I'd like nothing more than to attach myself to his hip.
Before I head home, I do a quick detour to my spare apartment to shed my disguise and make sure I look presentable. Even though I always do my best to avoid my father, it's best to not raise suspicions — not that he'd think me capable of such increased mental capacity, me being a woman and all that.
When I finally reach home, I tiptoe around the grand hall, aiming to head directly to my room. To my great dismay — and annoyance — my father is at home.
"Bianca." He calls my name as he struts in, his face sporting a perpetual scowl.
I square my shoulders and look down.
"Yes?" My voice is soft and submissive.
"Andrew told me you won't be home this weekend. What's that about?" He narrows his eyes at me, and I curse Drew for a moment.
"I have a competition for college." I keep my explanation short, knowing he doesn't really care. He scoffs at my words, not because I'm going to the competition, but because he's still pissed at me for attending college.
"Don't do anything to embarrass me." He stops next to me, and I make myself look meeker.
"Of course, father."
"Good." He huffs out, leaving.
I take a deep breath; thankful the meeting went well. All my plans are contingent on keeping both my identities separate.
The following day I leave early, heading straight to Penn Station to take the train. It takes an hour and a half to get to Philadelphia, where I'm supposed to meet with Vlad at the Rittenhouse hotel. Before leaving the station, though, I go to a restroom and change my clothes, donning on my Artemis disguise — leather pants, a leather jacket on top of a black shirt, and a long red wig. I holster two guns in the waistband of the pants and hide two daggers in my boots. With everything in place, I put on a pair of sunglasses and swing the backpack on, exiting the station.
The hotel is a short walk from the station, so I swiftly check in under an assumed name and head to the room. Not surprisingly, Vlad isn't here yet.
I do a quick scan about the room, familiarizing myself with the layout. Like many others, this mission involves some fake seduction on my part, luring the victim to the room, and then doing the killing. Whenever we have such missions, Vlad takes the role of coordinator while I become the bait. I roll my eyes at the designations, although I have to begrudgingly admit that he is the brains behind our missions. Alas, at least I get the kill.
It's proven to be a point of contention many times — who gets the kill? We have many games we play to establish who will be the one to pull the trigger, or in his case the knife. We're both incredibly competitive people so the games can become... intense.
My phone rings and I see a text from Vlad. He's running late.
Cursing under my breath, I decide to head to the bar for some refreshments. I have enough time until our victim, a business executive, is set to arrive at the hotel. Before I leave the room, I take out a key and opening the small locket I carry around my neck; I sprinkle a little white powder on it. I bring the tip of the key to my nose and inhale, needing my daily dose of energy. Making sure there's no white residue, I leave the room.
I'm in the hallway, waiting for the elevator when I hear some disturbance. I tip my glasses lower on my nose, trying to see who's causing the commotion.
A burly man in his thirties is dragging a girl around by her hair, all the while cursing her out. Her features are drawn in pain, and she seems resigned to whatever he has in store for her.
They move to pass by me, and maybe it's my boredom, but I put my foot forward to trip the man. He sees it just in time, thoug
h, and stops.
"What the fuck, bitch?" He shifts towards me, and the girl yelps in pain.
"Didn't your mother teach you how to treat a lady?" I raise an eyebrow at him, my eyes moving over the girl's figure and noting the various bruises.
He throws his head back and laughs. At this point I grow annoyed, so I just wait for him to dig his grave even more.
"Lady? This?" He smirks arrogantly and shoves the girl to the floor. He turns his attention to me, looking me up and down. "You don't look like a lady to me either." He drawls and I have to roll my eyes.
"Really?" I ask drily, begging him to make a move.
"Right, you're one of those biker chicks, aren't you? The ones that like it rough." His smile grows as he lifts one hand to touch me. It doesn't get that far. I catch his hand mid-air, and I bend it at an odd angle, hearing a couple bones break.
He yelps in pain, and a smile tugs at my lips at the sound, not unlike the one the girl made.
"What the fuck!" He tries to jab me with the other arm, so I lift my foot and I kick him in the chest — hard. He falls down next to the girl. I'm about to give him some more of his own medicine when the girl covers him with her body.
"Leave him alone!" She cries, and I stop, flabbergasted.
"You... You're defending him?" I ask, almost in disbelief.
"He's my husband." She replies, cooing all over the motherfucker's body.
"Who beats you."
"You don't know anything!" She says accusatorily, helping him to his feet and moving out of reach. He's shooting daggers at me, but I guess he's not much of a tough guy now with a broken wrist.
I let this one slide, since the girl's chosen her own fate. She could have asked, and I would have gladly killed him for her.
I shrug, putting it out of my mind. Her loss.
The elevator doors open, and I go to the ground floor. I plop myself at the bar and order a dirty martini.
One drink shouldn't be too bad, right?
I sip the drink slowly, when I see a group of people come in. All are dressed in formal suits, and given that it's still noon, I'm a little intrigued.
Is my businessman early?
I shift a little so I can have a full view of the new arrivals. It's... five people. No, I count six. And one of them is... my eyes widen and I quickly push my glasses up my nose.
Theo!
What is he doing here? I lower my head, keeping my focus on my drink. He wouldn't recognize me, I'm certain of it. Vlad's told me that unless you're specifically looking for them, the similarities aren't that glaring. Especially since I'm not wearing any makeup right now, and I have long red hair.
As I try to convince myself that he won't recognize me, I can't help it as I sneak a few glances towards his entourage. They just sat down on the couches in the dining area, still within my field of vision.
Half an hour later, and another martini down, I'm still staring. God, he is handsome! Especially there, in his element, looking all cocky and self-assured. I almost get wet just thinking about those big hands of his on my body, him pounding into me.
A sigh escapes me, and the bartender regards me a little suspiciously.
"Another one." I ask, pointing to my drink.
"But..." He looks as if he might argue, but shaking his head, he prepares me another martini.
I bring the glass to my lips just as Theo and the men with him stand up, shaking hands. It's at that moment that a loud noise permeates the air.
My semi-dulled senses are suddenly on alert, looking towards the direction of the noise.
Shots.
I hop off the chair, my focus on Theo and him alone. Everyone is panicking, some people falling to the floor. The entrance doors open wide to show at least four heavily armed men coming inside.
Fuck!
I spare a glance at Theo and the position of his body tells me he's about to do something stupid. In a few steps I'm on him, tackling him to the ground.
"Stay still." I hiss, trying to mask my voice. He frowns at me, but nods.
"I see four." He remarks.
"Five." I whisper, noting another one in the back.
I take out the guns from the waistline of my pants, and I hand him one. He should know how to use one given his background.
He eyes the weapon suspiciously before taking it. The men with him are all on the floor, shriveled up with fear. For a second I'm curious what the meeting was all about, but seeing that we have more pressing matters at hand, I decide to look into that later.
"You take those, I'll take the ones on the right." I point in two directions, and he nods.
Pointing my gun toward the armed men, I shoot.
Maybe I did drink too much.
It takes me twice as many shots to kill the man, mostly because my eyesight is a little fuzzy.
Fuck!
I blink twice, trying to get a hold on myself when a bullet whizzes past me and embeds itself in the man aiming at me. I turn slightly to see Theo give me a small signal to keep my head in the game. If this weren't such a life and death situation, I would have swooned. My Theo just saved me.
I stifle the smile making its way on my face, and I straighten myself.
"How many more?" I ask, my back hitting his as we scour for the other men.
"I got two." He says.
"Same. So one?" He shakes his head slightly.
"I think so."
People are still on the ground, shaking, and Theo tries his best to assure them they're in safe hands and that he is police.
We move around, guns pointed, backs glued to each other. Then another man opens fire. I see him just in time to push Theo out of the way and shoot. The bullet finds its way between his eyes and he drops dead.
"Nice." Theo praises.
We scout the area anew, and no other gunmen are present. I realize I need to make myself scarce. I take the stairs a few floors up before taking the elevator to the top where my room is.
To my surprise, Vlad is already in. I frown. When did he come?
"Did you enjoy your little break?" He asks drily, flinging a new set of clothes in my direction, together with a blonde wig. "You were reckless. Again." He rolls his eyes at me and comes closer, sniffing me. "And drunk."
"I only had a couple." I add.
"A couple too much when we had a mission." He shakes his head. "You don't have to worry about that, at least. I took care of it."
"What do you mean? Did you steal my kill?" I'm incensed, and my fingers tighten over my gun.
"Didn't you have two of those?" He asks in that bored manner of his. My eyes widen. Shit!
"They're untraceable." I respond, but he's not having it.
"Doesn't matter. Reckless. I should kill that suit of yours one of these days, maybe then your productivity will increase."
"Don't you dare!" I burst out; my voice louder than I'd intended. "Never threaten Theo again, or you'll have an enemy out of me."
"Another one?" He snorts. "Bring it on, malyshka. I wonder, between the two of us, who would win? I'll even let you sober up." He adds, amused.
"Sure." I answer sarcastically, taking the clothes and heading to the bathroom.
Thing is, I don't know who would win. Unless he loses his mind, my bet would be on Vlad, not that I'd ever tell him that.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED by Vlad; I get to return home early. We'd slipped out of the hotel while the police were investigating the area, barely escaping the scrutiny, since Theo was apparently seeking a red-headed with a sick aim. I smile to myself, satisfied that even in my disguise, I'd managed to show Theo my abilities, and we'd even fought side by side.
I sigh just thinking about it. How it would feel to be myself with Theo, for us to be a team — us against the world. The sad thing is that I know that will never happen. Knowing his obsession with justice, I'm well aware he would never accept a vigilante like me. Hell, who am I even kidding, a killer like me?
I'm lost in my thoughts when my father once again calls out to me
. What is it with him these days? Usually we interact every other week.
"Bianca." He purses his lips, looking down at me. I really want to roll my eyes at him, but instead I just stretch my lips in a sweet smile.
"Yes, father?"
"We're having important guests next Sunday. Be sure to be present and on your best behavior."
"Of course, father." I agree immediately, although inside I'm fuming at his audacity to order me around. If only I had a knife right now, I'd stab and stab, and for once I'd enjoy the blood messily spurting around.
"Good. Dress conservatively. These are important men, and they don't..." He looks at me as if I disgust him. "like when women are too forward. Make sure you know your place." He turns on his feet and leaves.
If looks could kill, he'd be on the floor right now. They don't like women who are too forward? My lip curls in disdain. Fucking pussies. They're just afraid to be put in their place by a woman.
Oh, how sweet it would be to make them eat their words, and show them exactly what a woman can do. I guess I am a hypocrite though, since I'm holding so hard onto my meek girl image just so I can one day appeal to Theo.
Chapter Five
"YOU'RE SURE HE WAS the target?" Putting the phone on speaker, I head to the mirror to arrange my tie.
"Yeah. We found detailed plans at their hideout. They'd been following him for a while." My friend from the Philly force recounts how they'd ransacked the place and what they'd found.
"At least you can close the case." I add drily.
"True. Thanks for the effort. If it weren't for you and that woman, more people would have gotten hurt."
I grunt something and hang up.
No one had been able to identify the mysterious woman from the scene of the shooting. Even her gun was untraceable — black market. But she'd been one hell of a markswoman, even drunk. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I remember smelling the alcohol on her breath.
The police had found concluded that the target had been an electronics company CEO. He'd recently laid off half of his work-force due to some financial difficulties, but the workers were under the impression that it was a case of embezzlement and poor management rather than just a poor turnover. While the shooters are dead now, the investigators found enough evidence that it was indeed a case of syphoning funds and the CEO is now under arrest and pending trial.
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