by B. B. Hamel
I do two laps around the warehouse, but I can’t spot him. I’m frustrated and I’ve wasted nearly an hour already with no sign of Noah. I don’t understand where he could possibly be. I know he’s in this area somewhere, but I don’t dare get any closer to the warehouse itself. He’d spot me that way for sure. I just need to come up with a better plan.
I walk down a short alleyway to the south of the warehouse, planning on cutting across the main street and heading around for another pass, when a shadow suddenly drops down to the ground in front of me.
I stumble backwards, my heart hammering. And I choke back a scream. The shadow unfolds itself into the shape of a man and it steps toward me.
I have half a second before the man reaches out and grabs me. I start to thrash but he shoves me up against the wall of the alleyway. I can’t see him clearly in the darkness, and the brim of my hat fell over my eyes in my surprise.
For a second, I think it’s a man from the warehouse. Maybe it’s a security guy that spotted me. If they have me, then I’m finished. I don’t know how I can explain my disguise, why I’m stalking them, everything. I’m screwed, I’m totally screwed, and I might bring Noah down with me.
That’s the worst part. I might bring Noah down with me.
“What are you doing here?” he whispers.
Chills run down my spine.
I recognize that voice. I dream about that voice.
Slowly, I reach up and tip my hat back. Noah stares back at me, eyes dark.
“Hi,” I say.
“Don’t,” he answered, shoving me harder against the wall. “Why did you follow me?”
“I was just looking for you,” I say, looking away.
“I know that. You’ve been stumbling around here for an hour. I thought you’d give up and go home, but apparently you’re more stubborn than I realized.”
I gape at him, shocked. He knew I was here? “Why did you let me walk around, looking for you?”
“Because the disguise is pretty good, and you’re not getting too close to the warehouse. But god damnit, Amelia. How can you do this?”
I glare at him suddenly. “I’m proving that I’m not useless.”
He goes silent. “I don’t think you’re useless,” he says softly. “But you are a very, very bad girl.”
He kisses me hard, and a surprised thrill runs down my spine.
This isn’t what I expected from him. I knew he’d be angry, maybe even yell at me, but I was prepared for that. I knew what I was going to say.
This is completely out of nowhere. He kisses me hard and presses me back against the brick well behind me. At the far end of the alley, we’re blocked by a large dumpster. Close to us, we’re blocked by a chain-link fence with a tarp draped over top of it. I realize with excitement that we’re very much alone.
And his kiss feels good, so damn good. Whenever I’m about to forget what it feels like to be touched by him, he quickly reminds me.
“You’ve been very bad, Amelia,” he says softly, his hands unbuttoning my jeans. “Very fucking bad.”
“So what?” I ask, gasping as he pushed his hand into my panties. I know I’m dripping wet. I can feel the pulsing need between my legs, deep in my pussy.
“You disobeyed me. Made a bad decision. Coming out here was very, very wrong,” he says, kissing my neck.
“You just want, ah, to keep me locked up.”
I can feel his smirk against my skin as he presses his fingers deep inside of me. “Part of me wants to keep you locked up, that’s right,” he says. “I’d keep you down in my basement, chained to the floor. I’d fuck you when I want, make you suck my cock when I want. You’d be my prize, Amelia. My little slut.”
“Noah,” I moan, trying to stifle it as he slides his fingers in and out. His words send shivers down my spine, and I realize that there’s a part of me that loves the image of being a fuck toy for him. I want to be his little pet, dripping wet and spread wide open for his thick cock.
I want to be controlled and destroyed. I want freedom and destruction at the same time, and those two parts of me are constantly at war.
Noah can give me all of it. I can see that now, in this moment, his body pinning me back against the alley wall. I feel so exposed and yet so taken. He can do whatever he wants to and we both know it.
“This is why you followed me,” he says. “You wanted me to punish you. You knew I was going to have to. I’d never hurt you, Amelia, not without your consent. So this is how I’ll punish you.”
A wave of pleasure rolls through me as his fingers find my clit.
“I’ll make you moan,” he whispers. “I’ll fuck your tight cunt and come deep inside of you. I’ll make your legs weak with pleasure. I’ll make you mine.”
He grabs my hips and turns me around suddenly, yanking my pants down over my hips. I gasp as he takes my throat with one hand, the other one pulling down his own jeans. I put my hands up against the wall and let him do what he wants with me. Pleasure rocks through my body as he presses himself against me, his other hand firmly wrapped around my hips, touching my clit, as his cock rubs against my gaping and soaked pussy.
“Go ahead,” he whispers in my ear. “Ask me.”
“Ask what?”
“Ask me to fuck you.”
“Noah.”
“Ask me.” His hand tightens as he rubs vicious circles around my clit.
“Please,” I whisper.
He presses his cock deep inside of me.
I tip my head back and gasp. He moves his hand from my throat and covers my mouth with it, stifling my moans. His thick cock tears me apart, fills me to the brim, makes me feel so fucking good. Pleasure rocks through my body as he fucks me from behind, pinning me to the alleyway wall.
I gasp and bite his hand but he doesn’t stop. I hear him grunt behind me. He reaches up and grabs my hand with his other hand, tipping my head back, laying closer into me with his body. I’m trapped there, controlled, dominated. I keep my hands up above my head, hard brick against my soft palms.
His cock slides deep inside of me, rocking in and out. I don’t know if people can see us, but the thought only heightens the pleasure. I love that we could get caught at any moment. People might not understand what they’re seeing, might get upset. I love that thought, love the idea of Noah fucking me in public in a dark alley, taking my tight pussy, making me his dirty girl.
I want to be his. I want to be that dirty girl laying wet in his basement begging for him to come down and fuck me. I want to be his little pet. I want to be all of those things and so much more. I can’t think of anything else but his thick cock inside of me, as he fucks me rough.
His free hand releases my head and slides back down my body. He teases my nipples underneath my sweatshirt then slides down my stomach and into my panties. As he fucks me, he finds my clit, using his finger to work my spot as his cock slides deep in and out of me.
I rock my hips back, rolling with him. I can’t help myself. His hand over my mouth quiets my moans but I can’t quiet my body. I keep pushing back, needing his cock deep inside of me, rocking back, bucking my hips into him. He keeps me pinned firmly against the wall but uses my momentum to fuck me sharp and deep, rough and firm.
The pleasure comes and crests in waves, and I know I have to come soon. I can’t hold back much longer, not with so much excitement in the air. He’s fucking me in an alley near the place where we may kill again, and the thought drives me wild. This is so stupid, so dangerous, and that’s what I love about it.
“Now you’re fucking mine,” he whispers in my ear. “Now you’re my dirty girl.”
“Yes,” I gasp into his hand, and I let it all wash over me.
The orgasm hits me hard but he doesn’t hold back. He fucks me wildly, an animal rutting in my cunt, and I take him. I come hard on his thick cock, the orgasm washing out my mind and setting my whole body on fire. Tingles run in waves along my skin.
“Fuck, girl,” he grunts, cock pushing inside of me. �
�God damn. I’m going to come deep in your little pussy.” He groans as comes, and I can feel his warmth fill me.
I love the feeling of him coming inside of me. It heightens my own orgasm, makes the whole thing that much dirtier.
Slowly, our orgasms finish together. He pulls himself from me and I turn around, my jeans and panties still pulled down around my knees, and I breath deep.
He takes my cheek and kisses me softly on the mouth. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says.
I stare at him, surprised. “You’re not mad?”
“I’m mad,” he says. “But I’m glad anyway.” He pulls his pants back up. “Come on. We need to move.”
Reluctantly, I push myself up from the wall and pull my panties and my jeans back up. “Where to?”
“I have a spot on a roof near here.” He kisses me again softly. “We made too much noise. I’m worried we drew attention.”
I nod, understanding. Quickly we leave the alleyway together. I follow close behind him as he walks a complicated pattern across streets and down avenues before we end up on the roof of an abandoned building nearby.
I look at him, frowning, not sure what to think.
My feelings for him are still strong, still scare me to an extent. I want to be with him, want to be near him, but I can’t remain a hostage in his house. We need to be equals, at least in most ways. He’ll always be the one in control, but I need to feel like he listens to me, takes what I say into account.
Right now, I’m not sure. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t. I’m mostly afraid of what’s going to happen next.
“What now?” I ask him.
He walks over to the edge of the roof, glances back at me, and then waves me over.
I walk to him, fear in my stomach. I’m not sure why I’m so afraid.
“Here,” he says, indicating a spot next to him. I crouch down and follow his gaze.
The warehouse is across the street. We have a clear view of the front and the side entrances, and I can understand why he’s been using this roof. It’s perfect, really. The building is empty and it’s set back enough that he’s not obvious up there. It has a clear view of the warehouse, plus the street behind us as well in case he needs an escape or to track someone.
“This is where I’ve been for the last few days,” he says. “Watching. Learning.”
“It’s lonely up here.”
He nods. “I’m used to being alone.”
I look at him, at the lines of his face. “You’re not alone anymore, you know.”
He looks down. “I know,” he says, and then looks at me. “You have to understand something. I’ve been alone my whole life. I’ve never wanted to let someone into . . . this before.” He gestures at the building.
“I want to see it all,” I say softly. “You understand that, don’t you?”
“I do,” he says, nodding. “I want that as much as you do, maybe even more.”
“It’s time to let me in, Noah.” I get close to him, feeling the warmth from his body. “It’s time to let this happen.”
“You’re right,” he says simply. “I want you, Amelia. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you that night. I’m sorry that things had to happen this way, but I’m not sorry that I took you.”
“I’m not sorry about that, either,” I practically whisper.
He kisses me then, and I know in that moment that something has changed. I’m not sure what, but he just dropped some kind of defense. I can feel it between us. There’s a heat, an acceptance, a new level to whatever we are.
“Come here,” he says, pulling me against him.
“Is this all you do? Sit here and watch?”
“That’s it.” He grins and kisses me. “It’s not very exciting.”
“No, it’s really not.”
He laughs softly. “But it’s important.”
“I know.”
We’re silent for a second, both in our own little worlds. I want to know what he’s thinking. He’s probably never let someone in on something like this before, especially not a woman, and especially one that’s wanted by the police. He’s putting a lot of trust in me, although I did force his hand, it’s still flattering. I know he believes in me, though I’m not totally sure why.
Maybe he can see something in me that I can’t. Maybe I’m too blinded by my imperfections to see the decent parts of me. I can’t really say for sure.
“I want you to be a part of this,” he says. “For real. For as long as you want.”
I nod. “That’s what I want, too.”
“Finding you . . . learning about you . . . “ He shakes his head. “I’ve never felt this way before.”
“I’ve never had someone care about me. I’ve never wanted to give up so much for someone.”
“I love you, Amelia.”
Joy wells up in my heart. “I’m in love with you too.”
He takes me and kisses me hard. I know this is right. This is just what I wanted. We’re out in the world together, stalking our next victims, and he loves me. I love him too, and have for a while now. I can’t say when it started, when it first found me, but I know it’s true, it’s there, deep in my heart.
I’ve never loved before, but I know this is love. I’d sacrifice for him if I had to, and I want to give him as much as I can. I want to make his life full.
Our kiss breaks off and he has a small smirk on his face.
“Now,” he says. “I have a plan for you.”
“A plan?”
He nods. “I think you’re going to like it.”
I laugh, not able to contain my joy. “When did you come up with this?”
“Recently. I’ve been going over the last details tonight. I was going to tell you tomorrow.”
“Does this plan involve me helping you kill someone?”
His grin gets even bigger. “You’re damn right it does.”
I kiss him softly on the mouth. “Oh, Noah. How did you know? It’s exactly what I wanted.” I smile huge at him.
He laughs and wraps his arms around me. “I thought you’d be excited.”
“I’m very excited.”
“Good.” He pulls back for a second. “It’ll be dangerous. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
“We might get hurt. Maybe even killed. Maybe even caught.”
“I’ll take the risk.”
“And after, we’re leaving this city.”
That surprises me. I watch him carefully for a second.
“Are you sure?” I ask him. “I’ve never been away from here. It’s . . . it’s home. And I know you have a lot here, too.”
“I have nothing here and neither do you,” he says. He takes my hand and holds it tight between his. “There’s too much at stake for us now. We don’t need to be in this city. I have money. We can go wherever we want, do whatever we want. The world can be ours.”
I watch him for a second and let his words sink in. I know I have a choice in front of me, and I’m afraid to make it.
But the choice is an obvious one. I need to get past my fear and embrace what this is. I love him and I always will love him, no matter what city we’re living in.
“Okay,” I say. “After this, we’ll leave.”
“Good girl.” He kisses me and we both turn to watch the warehouse.
I don’t know what he has planned. I’m sure it’s something dangerous, violent, deadly, and fun as hell. But it doesn’t matter what the plan is in the end. It really doesn’t matter. I’ll do whatever he tells me to do, because he’s the one. I’ll always listen to hm. I’ll always obey, even when I disobey.
I’m in his hands. I’m in his capable hands. We’ll do this plan of his and then we’ll escape the city. I’ll never go to prison and I’ll always be free with him. I squeeze his hands, watching the warehouse, wondering what the hell is going to happen.
I can’t know. But I’m so excited to find out what he has in store for me that I can barely sit still.
It’s
going to be big. I can already feel it.
27
Amelia
My heart is hammering as I lean up against the statue’s base, trying to keep myself calm. It’s around three in the morning and cooler than usual. I think I can smell rain in the air, but Noah assured me that it won’t matter either way.
I can’t see him, but I know he’s nearby. Or at least I hope he is. According to the plan, I’m supposed to wait and then do my thing. But I haven’t seen him in nearly an hour, and I’m starting to worry.
It’s been a week since the night we told each other that we loved each other. One week of bliss and preparation for Noah’s plan. At first, I have to admit that I was skeptical. I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do or not, but as he explained it to me again, I could tell that it was clear. If we pulled this off, we’d get away with everything.
But we have to pull it off first, I wasn’t sure that we could do it at first, but over the last few days, Noah has really drilled this down into me. I know my part by heart, and I know that I won’t screw it up. But it’s one thing to practice on his property over and over and another to actually do it in real life.
Not to mention the stakes are much higher tonight than they have been in days past. If I screwed up during practice, it didn’t matter. It just meant that Noah would punish me a little bit harder later that night, and frankly that wasn’t much of a deterrent.
But if I messed up tonight, it could mean our lives. Or worse, it could mean getting caught by the cops and thrown into prison. Everything hinges on this, and I’m nervous as hell.
I wish I could see him. I want to hear him reassure me one more time, though I know that I probably don’t need it. I know my role and truthfully it’s pretty small. Crucial, but small. Anyone could do it.
But it has to be me. We both agreed on that. I have to be a part of this.
I check my watch for the fiftieth time and when I look up, my heart nearly skips a beat. I can see clear across the city, down over the bridge, and the night is quiet. Nobody else has been out. Except walking toward me, just coming onto the bridge, is a person wearing all black.