Explicit Instruction

by Scarlett Finn

  Her thoughts moved to this morning, about how he tasted in her mouth. Though she hadn’t had permission, she’d sucked him into her and she’d made him come. Flick hadn’t believed it possible. After that, he’d given her free rein to pleasure him in that way at any time. For one moment, Flick’s distant dream of that formidable woman with Rushe under her power could’ve been her.

  Tracing her hand over her breast to her abdomen, Flick lifted her knees and let her fingers slide over her clit. Still moist from her own almost climax during her assault on Rushe, she closed her eyes to fall back into her dream.

  Rushe was strong and bold, but she imagined falling to her knees in front of him, stopping him in his tracks, slowly unfastening his jeans so gradually in a way she knew would drive him insane. He liked fast and hard, but Flick took him down a gear. On a moan, her hips came upward thinking of what he would do when she breathed him into her, halting him, controlling him.

  ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’

  It seemed every single time he walked into this room he asked her a question with the word “fuck” in it.

  Under any other circumstances she might have been embarrassed to be caught playing with herself, but they’d lived in close quarters long enough.

  ‘Shh,’ she sighed and carried on with her fantasy.

  He’d get changed and storm out of the bedroom again, and Flick didn’t want to start over. Rushe had already seen her orgasm, and that was the worst – or the best – thing that could happen here.

  The bed shifted, and her hand was wrenched away. Flick blinked up at the fury on his face.

  ‘I left you unsatisfied,’ he stated, and as angry as his expression was she sensed some of that vulnerability he hid.

  ‘No,’ she said, using his grip to pull herself up. Though it was out of character for their relationship, she placed a short kiss on his mouth. ‘I don’t have a lot of experience with... well let’s just say I enjoyed... this morning.’

  His expression didn’t change in the three seconds it took him to speak. ‘Your pussy is my plaything, not yours.’

  ‘Ok,’ she said. ‘Next time I’ll ask permission first.’

  His nostrils flared just slightly, but it was the first time she’d seen a direct positive response from him to something she had said.

  ‘Would you like me to do that?’ she asked leaning in close. ‘Ask your permission before I fantasise about pleasuring you. That’s what I was doing Rushe, I was thinking about you, about how you felt in my mouth, about the taste of you, the thick, hard length of you—‘

  Grabbing her arms he pinned her down on the bed, his heavy weight pressed into her. ‘You’re playing a dangerous game... is that what you think this is? A game?’

  Flick shook her head wondering if she’d made a misstep. ‘No.’

  ‘You think you can play with me? Push my buttons? A thing like you has no place on my level. You think you can rough it for a while then run home and tell your Country Club Bitches about being with a bad boy, is that it?’

  Flick shook her head again. His grip bit into her arms, and he increased it with every second. His weight was beginning to suffocate her, but he didn’t move, he just sneered at her.

  ‘You like dirty talk? You think it makes you sexy? Let me tell you a secret, Kitten, every guy that looks at you, do you know what they see? A pair of tits.’ His grip left her arms and moved to her breasts. ‘You got a great rack. Huge and pointy, all high and bouncy, you’ve got great boobs. No guy looks at your face, and they sure don’t give a fuck about your mouth. I told you that you can suck me off anytime because you need the practise.

  ‘You know what I’m gonna do,’ he said, catching her lower lip and biting it until she tasted a whisper of blood. Closing his mouth on her throat over an already tender bruise, Rushe pushed her deeper into their mattress.

  He must have heard her hiss at the sting his suction caused on her bruised neck, because Rushe lifted his head and sniggered at her. That low, humourless laugh rattled her bones but he carried on down to bite her breast.

  ‘This isn’t a game,’ he said, licking her nipple he then drew it between his teeth. ‘You let your guard down. If you think for a second that this is fun you’re gonna get hurt. I told you not to trust anyone. We all have an agenda, and you’re not a part of mine. When I’m done with you, do you know what I’m gonna do with you?’

  Rushe reached down between them while biting her other nipple. Wedging his knee between her thighs, he opened her to probe his fingers into her, but his weight remained above her.

  ‘You’re gonna stay here and be my plaything,’ he said, nuzzling at her neck. While he bit her earlobe he poked another two fingers into her. ‘I’m gonna fuck you when I need something to do. You’re a pussy to me. Nothing but a walking pair of tits with a sweet, little ass, and I’m gonna own that too, Kitten. Make no mistake, you belong to me; you’re my possession, an object I keep in my room to get me off. A breathing porno, that’s your only use.’

  Backing onto his haunches his fingers came out of her and his weight left her. Poised there at the end of the bed, he glared at her.

  ‘Finish.’

  ‘Wha... what?’ she stuttered.

  ‘You want to get yourself off in my bed, you’re gonna do it with an audience.’

  ‘But—‘

  ‘You want me to call in Skeeve? Glen and the Kid?’

  ‘No,’ she said.

  ‘Stick your finger in your pussy.’

  While this wasn’t what she’d felt when he’d caught her, she also didn’t want more of an audience, so she complied.

  ‘Fuck yourself with it,’ he said, so she slid it in and out. ‘Like you mean it, Kitten.’

  Flick closed her eyes to try and block out his attitude. But he slapped her breast; she hadn’t heard him move.

  ‘This is no fantasy,’ he said. ‘You’ve got the real thing – eyes open.’ Taking her wrist, he pulled out her fingers and took them to her lips. ‘Clean yourself up.’

  Licking her fingers wasn’t enough so he pushed them into her mouth, making her taste every drop.

  ‘Do it again,’ he commanded, sitting back at the foot of the bed. ‘Play with your clit. Put your other hand on your tit.’

  The sinister grumble quivered her belly. ‘I’m bringing the camera phone in here later – the guys would love seeing this. Put your finger in your pussy again, two of them.’

  Flick rubbed from her clit to her opening, and as they slipped into her she squeezed her breast, and felt the pebble of her nipple. He might be demeaning her, but she could see the erection he paid no heed to.

  Watching her put on a private show for him turned him on, and if she stopped... He’d never hurt her, he’d never force her, this was a game whether he admitted it or not. Here in this room, in this safe space, he played with her just as she could play with him.

  Flick arched up into her hand at the same moment he took his own erection in hand. Pulling her knees higher she whimpered at the glory her revelation filled her with. Rushe came forward on his knees, which ended up under her ass. As she increased her stroke so did he, she played with one of her breasts and his own hand snatched the other.

  Flick sighed out his name and pushed up bringing her clit to her hand she fell through the precipice of orgasm, and at the same time she cried out he roared, and blazing jets of his milky semen streamed from her pubis to her cleavage.

  Both panted from their own release, Rushe examined his ejaculate on her skin until he found her eyes. Flick smiled and was about to quip when he spoke.

  ‘You’re mine for as long as I want you,’ he said, but he delivered the line so coldly she frowned. ‘But when I’m done with you they get you. You’re not getting out of this.’

  ‘But yesterday,’ she said but he left the bed.

  ‘You missed your chance.’ Flick propped up on her elbows. ‘Stay. I want you exactly where I left you. Consider my spunk your leash. Leave it exactly where it is.’r />
  ‘Rushe,’ she said when he went for the door.

  ‘You’re not the first, Kitten,’ he said. ‘You won’t be the last either.’

  He slammed out as he always did, and she lay back down. Flick hadn’t considered that he could’ve played this sequence with other women.

  Rushe got a kick from her giving in to him. That was where his desire for consensus came from. The other hooligans here wanted the power and control of forcing themselves on a woman. But Rushe wanted a woman to willingly submit.

  When he was finished with her, what would he do? Would he let her walk away? Rushe certainly wouldn’t follow her. But would he trust her not to speak to police about him and the others in the gang?

  Flick trusted Rushe not to hurt her, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t walk away. If he was finished and ready to move on, all Rushe had to do was tell Skeeve he was done and leave. Flick would be alone.

  Trusting Rushe would make or break her; it was the difference between living and dying. Sometimes he was cold, other times she feared his capability, but rough sex and dirty talk did not a criminal make. Until she knew what was going on here Flick would have no way to judge what the outcome could be.

  So far she’d been the only one in the shack to commit a serious criminal offence – other than the guys kidnapping her in the first place. But who was Victor? Why was there going to be a body count? Who had a week, and for what? And just who really was Rushe?

  When Rushe came back into the bedroom a while later his face was just as grumpy; but she was where he’d left her. This was as much because Flick had nothing better to do than to lounge here and wait for him to return.

  ‘Is Rushe your first name or your last name?’ she asked, dropping her hands onto her breasts.

  ‘What?’

  ‘It’s an unusual name and—‘

  ‘You writing a book?’

  ‘No, I just wondered if—‘

  ‘Don’t,’ he said. ‘Do yourself a favour, don’t try to get into my head. Get in the shower.’

  Flick stretched and yawned then got to her feet. ‘Everyone comes from somewhere,’ she said. ‘Even if a lot of us would rather forget that place.’

  Rushe grabbed her arm, halting her progress. Whether he wanted to ask about her past or to give out some of his own history Flick didn’t know. But there were words on his lips that he didn’t share.

  ‘Get washed,’ he said and pushed her toward the door with a towel.

  Rushe didn’t stay in the bathroom today. When Flick emerged he was sitting in one of the armchairs watching the door, but he turned away when she caught him staring.

  In the bedroom, she noticed one of the heavy armchairs was now in the already confined space, making it feel much smaller. Thinking little of the change Flick towel dried her hair.

  Pulling on a sundress Rushe had bought her at the same time as the jeans, Flick knew she wouldn’t be going outdoors today. The storm had raged through the night. All morning she’d heard the rain battering the roof. The ground would be beyond saturated; it would be a swamp out there. Flick wondered how long these downpours usually lasted.

  The bedroom door opened and she flipped her head back to ask. ‘How—’ The question died on her lips. ‘What’s wrong?’

  Rushe might have looked the same by all outward appearances but she read him in a second.

  ‘We have to leave today,’ Rushe said.

  ‘Where are we going?’

  ‘Not us,’ he said. ‘Me and the guys.’

  ‘Are you coming back?’

  ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But I don’t know when. We’ve got a meeting and then we’re pairing off, Glen’s with me and Skeeve has the Kid.’

  ‘Ok,’ she said with a dozen questions flying through her mind. ‘Unless you have a pair of rain boots, some waders, and a back pack in those jeans, I’ll have to wait for you to come back.’

  ‘It’s not as easy as that,’ Rushe said. ‘I told you to leave yesterday for a reason.’

  ‘To protect me from Shiv, I know.’ He didn’t play with her intelligence by denying that fact.

  ‘We could be a couple of days, and I don’t know which of us will come back first.’

  ‘So I could be left alone with Skeeve,’ she said. ‘That’s ok, I shot a guy.’

  ‘Except the gun is coming with me.’

  ‘Sure, it would be hard to threaten people without one,’ she said, then read from his expression how annoyed he was with her eavesdropping. ‘Sorry.’

  ‘Skeeve’s not going to touch you.’

  ‘Yeah, because he’s a coward,’ she said. ‘He talks the talk in front of his buddies but on his own he’s chicken.’

  ‘That’s observant of you. What is it you do when you’re not being held captive?’

  ‘I’m a kickboxing instructor.’

  ‘Really?’ he asked with a disbelieving look.

  ‘No,’ she said. ‘But I had you there for a second.’

  ‘Half of one maybe, I’ve seen how you defend yourself.’

  ‘I’m a research assistant at the National Library.’

  ‘A book worm,’ he said, whether that was meant as a compliment or an insult Flick wasn’t sure.

  ‘Can I come with you?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘You don’t want to get yourself mixed up in my world. Skeeve’s already told our boss about you, he’s curious enough for my liking. I’m not going to present you on a plate.’

  Something about the last statement wasn’t meant for Flick’s ears but Rushe hid his carelessness well.

  ‘Stay here until I come back,’ he said.

  ‘Ok.’

  ‘The Kid’s a perv but he won’t threaten you. Skeeve talks a good fight but if they get back before I do, don’t wait to feel threatened, get in here, and bar the armchair against the door, wedge it against the end of the bed. Skeeve has no strength, and the Kid’s a weed, so the barrier will keep you safe. I’ve made sure there’s enough water under the bed to keep you going until I get back.’

  ‘Rushe,’ she said. ‘Whatever it is you’re going to do... is it dangerous?’

  ‘Yes,’ he said, again not quarrelling with her intelligence.

  ‘I know you have an agenda, and you’re using me,’ she said because he had said it. But she sensed something bubbling under the surface. ‘I don’t know about anything you do but...’

  ‘But?’

  ‘Wouldn‘t you rather stay here and screw me silly than go out there and possibly get yourself hurt... or worse.’

  ‘I can get pussy anywhere.’

  And that shut her up in an instant because he was right. ‘I didn’t mean to imply that mine was special to you,’ she said. ‘I meant wasn’t it preferable to getting hurt... in general.’

  ‘I’m not the one who’ll be getting hurt,’ he said and she saw that sneer again.

  ‘Have you killed people?’

  ‘What’s the matter, Kitten? You wondering about the guy you’ve had in your bed?’

  ‘I don’t care what you’ve done,’ she said. ‘I don’t care about what you’re going to do. I don’t know anything about you, how can I judge what I don’t know?’

  ‘But you want to know if I’m capable?’

  ‘I know you’re capable,’ she said. ‘I think you’re capable of anything.’

  ‘Is this where you convince yourself that I’m a saint? What I am doesn’t matter,’ he said slowly coming toward her. ‘Neither does what I’m not.’

  ‘What does matter?’

  Rushe stopped in front of her. ‘You’re not getting out of this alive.’

  Flick maintained eye contact. ‘I can be wily.’

  ‘I told you this morning this wasn’t a game, you have to take this situation seriously.’

  So that’s what he’d been trying to do, him and his forethought. Rushe did nothing to suit immediate needs; everything he did was in deference to what was to come. Not what was but what would be.


  Touching his tee-shirt covered abs with her fingertips startled him. Causing his discomfort did not deter her; actually, it spurred Flick on. Letting her hands slide around him Flick kept going until her hands met and her cheek rested on his torso.

  ‘What are you doing?’ he asked.

  ‘I’m holding you.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘If I’m going to die soon my motives shouldn’t matter,’ she said, deliberately keeping the smile out of her voice.

  ‘You have an agenda. If you think sweetening me up—‘

  ‘You saved my life already,’ she said. ‘What matters is now, this minute. Someone could walk in and put a bullet in either of us at any second. But right now we have this, doesn’t this feel nice?’

  ‘Nice?’ he said as though she’d just asked him to eat shit. Rushe forced her shoulders back to push her body away from his. ‘You think I’m your sissy little boyfriend? I’m not gonna hold you. I don’t care how you feel about anything, and you sure don’t have anything to offer me.’

  Flick wasn’t discouraged when he pushed her away. After they’d shared something personal, he always did it. Not just after physical intimacy, but when a connection began to be forged between them. When he sensed that she cared, or thought his own care for her was showing, Rushe hurried to put up a wall. Moving closer, Flick kept her eyes on his when she began to pop open the buttons of his jeans.

  ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

  ‘What you told me I could do any time I wanted to,’ she said sliding her hand into his jeans to grasp his member that shot to steel in her grip. ‘You might not like me very much but he does. You told me that you don’t know when you’ll be back, and I’m going to miss him.’

  ‘Why do you refer to my dick in the third person?’

  ‘You don’t like it if I’m nice to you, and you don’t like being nice to me. So I’ll be nice to your dick, he seems to like me.’

  Three hard knocks hit their door. ‘Move it!’

  ‘Yeah,’ Rushe shouted and shifted out of her reach while tucking himself away. ‘She’s sending me out the door with this,’ he mumbled to himself.

  ‘We could be quick,’ she said trying to mosey closer but he clasped her shoulders to hold Flick at arm’s length.