Explicit Instruction

by Scarlett Finn

  ‘None of this is your fault,’ she whispered, drawing her index finger up his chest. ‘What will be, will be, Rushe.’

  ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he grumbled in his petulant way.

  ‘Either I’m trafficked or I have to become your boss’ sex slave,’ she said. ‘I’d put my money on the former because my lack of experience won’t impress him much.’ Rushe said nothing. ‘I trust you.’

  ‘You shouldn’t,’ he said. ‘If I had stopped you from walking into Dell’s—‘

  ‘I walked into Dell’s,’ she said, smacking his chest then sitting up to straddle his abdomen and look at him. ‘I walked in there, me, I’m here because of my own actions.’

  ‘I’m going to take you into town tomorrow,’ he said.

  ‘Ok.’

  ‘Me and the guys have to pick up a couple of things.’

  ‘And you’re going to take me?’ she asked, excited about the concept of an outing. ‘Should I buy new underwear?’

  ‘You’re not coming back here. None of us is,’ he said. ‘But you’re gonna take the five hundred and run.’

  ‘I know what happened to the last woman who ran from Skeeve.’

  ‘We’ll be in town,’ he said. ‘There will be people everywhere. If you see a cop—‘

  ‘What am I supposed to do?’ she asked. ‘Turn you in?’

  ‘Providing there hasn’t been a national campaign about your disappearance, the cop won’t put the pieces together until we’re long gone.’

  ‘What will Victor say?’

  ‘He won’t give a fuck; we have bigger things to worry about.’

  ‘Like what?’ Flick asked. ‘Are you in danger?’

  ‘Every day of my life. We play with live ammo,’ he said. ‘Nothing is more dangerous now than it has been during the rest of my life.’

  ‘You expect me to just walk away?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘When you’re in trouble?’

  ‘I’m always in trouble,’ he said, sliding his finger down to her clit. ‘Lean back.’

  ‘No,’ she said swotting his hand away. ‘We have to talk.’

  ‘Are you refusing me sex?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said, swallowing down her apprehension.

  ‘You don’t get to do that,’ he growled.

  Rushe sat up, sending her down to sit on his erection. Grabbing each side of her dress he ripped it apart, baring her breasts. Gripping one he tugged hard on her nipple while biting the other.

  ‘You want it,’ he said, shoving his fingers under her to poke two into her. ‘You’re a dirty little whore, you’ve been thinking about my cock all day.’

  ‘Rushe—‘

  Spinning her around, he got her face down at the foot of the bed. Rushe fumbled around for something then with his weight on hers, he locked both of her wrists in the cuffs around the metal bar at the end of the bed. Then he let her go. Naked, and alone, Flick had no idea what to do next. Rushe parted her legs with his own then hooked one forearm under her hips to lift them.

  ‘Consent.’

  He demanded it in a primal growl, and Flick couldn’t ignore the heat building in her belly. ‘Yes.’

  Jabbing one finger into her Rushe said nothing, but when he crammed three fingers inside her his speed increased.

  ‘Do you like that?’ he sneered. ‘Your little pussy’s dripping back here, you want to say no to me?’

  With the arm that was under her Rushe twisted his hand up to squeeze her nipple, sending a shooting pain through her. Flick yelped at the sensation but he drove his fingers deeper.

  ‘You’re a horny little slut, you like that, you like me playing with your soaking pussy. Yeah, you want me to fuck you bad, don’t you? Are you thinking about my dick now? About it fucking that prissy pussy of yours?’

  His fingers shot out of her and Flick yelped again, but he took her hips and flipped her onto her back, twisting her wrists in the cuffs around the bar.

  Rushe stood up long enough to take off his jeans. He snatched a pillow from its place, folded it, and stuffed it under her head. Slinging a leg over her he bared most of his weight when he sat on her chest. With his penis between her breasts he squeezed them together, rolling them up and down creating a canal for him to screw her tits. Sliding back and forth he pushed them harder, the bite of his fingers squeezing the sensitive flesh until she could feel the bruises forming.

  ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Fuck your tits, this is what they’re for, whore. Here for my dick, to keep my cock warm, for my pleasure. Your tits are mine, your pussy’s mine, and I get to fuck you any time I want.’

  Releasing her breasts, he smudged each of her nipples then shifted upward holding himself in hand. ‘Open your mouth,’ Rushe commanded without moving his lips.

  Flick didn’t think about it for half a second, this was how he made sense of the world.

  Squashing his penis between her lips, his mass rammed further into her than she’d ever imagined herself capable of achieving before. With one large hand flat on the wall at his side and the other gripping the foot bar, Rushe slid himself back over her tongue. He dragged his bulging head on the inside of her cheek coating her with the pre-come seeping out of him.

  Flick concentrated on breathing as he propelled deeper into her throat. His motion picked up pace, fucking her mouth with an intensity she could feel to the tips of her toes. Rushe growled and grabbed her nose pulling out of her just enough to cover her tongue with his seed. After the jets stopped, he wiped the tip of his dick around her lips.

  ‘Swallow,’ he ordered her, holding himself in hand.

  While maintaining their eye contact she complied, and he let her go to snatch up his jeans and slam out of the room... just like the good old days.

  A long time must have passed because she’d managed to fall asleep. Flick came awake and realised she had been awoken by him.

  Rushe sat on the floor at the side of the bed poking his fingers into her again. ‘I’m gonna fuck you without a rubber,’ he grumbled, though he hadn’t looked at her so Flick didn’t know how he knew she was awake. ‘I’ll pull out.’

  ‘Ok,’ she said, but he jabbed another finger into her and she felt his frustration.

  ‘You’re a stupid fucking slut, you know that? I’m a bad guy; do you know how many women I’ve fucked in my life?’

  ‘You wouldn’t put me in danger,’ she said, reading his implication about disease.

  ‘Great,’ he barked. ‘You being a hungry little whore lets my fat cock pump into your hot, juicy pussy?’

  ‘Yes,’ she agreed. No matter how he lashed out Flick knew what was going on.

  In a blur of movement, he got up, and dropped his jeans. Then he was on the bed, on top of her, and shoving himself into her. Rushe felt bigger, harder, and so much hotter with the fast rhythm he adopted.

  ‘Do you like that?’ he asked. ‘I’m fucking you bare, my cock in you, you’re wet, you’re covering me with your dripping pussy. You are a whore, aren’t you? Aren’t you, Kitten? Say it.’

  ‘Oh god I’m a whore! Flick screamed out and her hips bucked up into the smashing orgasm that stiffened her body.

  Her inner muscles clamped, squeezing him hard, desperately trying to keep him inside, to suck his spunk into her cervix. Rushe yelled out and had to grab her hips to push her down, away from where he’d been trying to withdraw.

  His penis landed on her pubis and a warm wet puddle shot up and into her cleavage. Both of them panted, neither said a word. Their sexual episodes had never been that short. Rushe had always lasted longer, and when she looked at him, Flick realised how surprised he was; he was dumbfounded. Rushe literally fell back to his haunches, and was transfixed by his seed on her body.

  ‘I think that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,’ she sighed.

  ‘Certainly the quickest,’ he managed to mumble. With his half joke, Flick knew she had him back, for the time being at least. ‘You feel amazing; you grabbed onto me that... skin on skin...’ />
  ‘You sound amazed.’

  ‘I’ve never fucked a woman without protection before,’ he admitted, and let himself meet her gaze.

  ‘I’m always right,’ Flick said, knowing that her instinct to trust him not to put her in danger had been correct.

  ‘I was tested before the job,’ he said. ‘And you’re the only woman I’ve...’

  ‘I don’t have enough experience for you to have any concerns.’

  ‘Just you and your little boyfriend.’

  ‘My boyfriend,’ she sighed. No one had alluded to that lie in quite a while.

  ‘What’s he like?’ Rushe asked.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Your boyfriend, he’ll be happy when you get back I guess. But I’ve ruined you for every man that follows me.’

  ‘Yeah, I suppose you have.’

  ‘He won’t be happy I’ve stretched your snug little cunt. You’ll never feel him again.’

  ‘Stop it,’ she said on a smile, and she prodded him with her toe.

  ‘Is he going to hunt me down?’ Rushe asked.

  ‘Are you scared?’

  ‘Me? I don’t think so, Kitten, do you want me to kill him for you? I’d be happy to do that.’

  ‘Are you joking?’ she said not entirely sure because Rushe never smiled, and his humour was so dry.

  ‘If he comes after me—‘

  ‘I don’t know how anyone would ever find you.’

  ‘If you were my woman and another man thought about touching you, I’d let nothing get in my way until I’d watched him die a long, slow death.’

  ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘As Skeeve would attest to.’

  ‘If he comes after me I’ll defend myself. Do you love him?’

  ‘Does that matter?’ she sighed.

  ‘If you love him and plan to spend your life with him then it would be only fair that I leave him with a couple of fingers... although I’ll warn you now that you won’t be having kids.’

  ‘Rushe,’ Flick said, ready to tell him the truth.

  ‘If you love him you shouldn’t have consented to sex with me.’

  ‘So you do have some redeeming qualities,’ she said, trying to show him he wasn’t as evil as he tried to make out.

  ‘You think I feel guilty about screwing around with another man’s woman?’

  ‘No,’ she said. ‘I meant loyalty and fidelity – two things you believe in.’

  ‘To a man in my line of work they’re words without meaning.’

  ‘You’ve been faithful to me,’ she said. ‘You just said that I’m the only woman you’ve been with.’

  ‘Yeah, one woman, eleven nights, it’s been tough.’

  ‘You’ve been in this place for more than a month,’ she said. ‘And you’ve been on this job for three months. I’m privileged.’

  ‘Who’s been talking?’ he asked.

  Flick slid her feet up his legs when he straightened his out. ‘I’m glad I met you.’

  ‘After tomorrow you’ll be free to go back to your life and forget any of this happened.’

  ‘I might have asked to come with you if I didn’t think I’d be more of a liability than an asset.’

  ‘You said it,’ he said.

  Wriggling her toes against his testicles, she lifted his dick with her other foot. ‘Will I see you again?’

  ‘Are you talking to me or him?’

  Rushe might not smile himself but that joke brought hers out. ‘Both of you.’

  ‘Don’t think your boyfriend would like that.’

  ‘You said you were going to have a word with him about sending me out into the world unprepared.’

  ‘That was before I knew you were unable to follow basic instructions,’ he said. ‘And before I was fucking you.’

  ‘You are scared.’

  Rushe snatched her feet away from his now hard dick. ‘Do I look like a man in fear?’

  ‘You’re very good at hiding your real feelings,’ she said. ‘I don’t think you could physically fear anyone. But how would you feel about seeing another man with me?’

  ‘He could never be better for you than I was.’

  Flick laughed and took her feet out of his grip. ‘Is everything about sex to you?’

  ‘Sex or money,’ he said. ‘The only two motivators in the world.’

  ‘It’s such a shame.’

  ‘What?’ He snatched her feet again and wrapped them around his penis.

  ‘I have so many questions,’ she said. ‘I wish...’ Flick sighed. ‘I wish we had time. I wish we had...’

  ‘Don’t drive yourself crazy with what ifs. I’m a bad man. You don’t want me anywhere near your life.’

  ‘My father did tell me that my taste in men would get me into trouble. I don’t think even he thought that meant falling for a criminal.’

  ‘You haven’t fallen for me,’ Rushe stated. ‘This is Stockholm, believe me, I’ve seen it before. Why do you think I don’t have women while I’m on the job?’

  ‘I don’t have Stockholm Syndrome,’ Flick said. ‘I walked into this with my eyes open.’

  ‘You walked into this with your pretty little nose poked up in the air.’

  ‘I didn’t mean the situation,’ she said. ‘I meant us. I want to get to know you better, and I want to spend more time with you but...’

  ‘But?’

  ‘But I never thought we’d fall crazy in love, have half a dozen kids, and live happily ever after.’

  ‘You got that part right,’ he said.

  ‘But you’ve changed who I am, Rushe.’

  ‘I’ll be your dirty little secret. The crazy fling you tell your grandkids about.’

  ‘No,’ Flick laughed. ‘I don’t think I would discuss our antics with children of any kind.’

  ‘Tomorrow I’ll cut you loose, and you’ll never say my name again in your life.’

  ‘I will,’ she said.

  ‘Once you tell the police what—‘

  ‘I’m not going to tell the police anything about you.’

  ‘Yeah, you’re not a Stockholm case.’

  ‘Truth,’ she said. ‘No one will have noticed I’m gone. I guarantee you that the police will have nothing on me.’

  Rushe’s brows came together in a show of curiosity. ‘Maybe I will pay your boyfriend a visit.’

  ‘Will you uncuff me now?’

  ‘No,’ he exhaled. ‘I want to have sex with you again... a few more times.’

  ‘I don’t have to be cuffed for that. I’ll consent... I’ll go on top.’

  ‘No,’ he said with a shake of his head. ‘It’ll drive me nuts.’

  ‘Me on top? Are you worried I’ll be too slow?’

  ‘I’m worried I’ll be too quick,’ he said. ‘After that last performance.’

  ‘I told you that was the best I ever had,’ she said. ‘A man like you doesn’t lose control, knowing in whatever small way I helped you lose it... it’s flattering.’

  ‘You like playing with fire, don’t you, Kitten?’

  ‘What happened to Red?’ The first thing he’d noticed about her was her hair colour.

  ‘Collar doesn’t match the cuffs, Sweetheart, it’s not natural.’

  ‘No,’ Flick said, feeling the burn on her cheeks. ‘It’s not.’

  ‘And that was before I got acquainted with your pussy, and that’s all natural.’

  ‘You call me Kitten in reference to my vagina?’ she asked, he half shrugged.

  ‘Walking pussy, right?’

  ‘Rushe!’

  Sliding his hands up her shins and to her thighs, he lay above her. ‘Ah, I’ll eat you out in the shower, make you feel better.’

  From she knew not where Rushe produced the key to unlock her, and she took her hands to his hair.

  ‘Rushe,’ she asked, keeping him in place. ‘Will you remember me?’

  ‘The fake red head with a great rack who can’t follow instructions? I’m sure you’ll stick in my head for a couple of weeks.’

  With his
teasing, he lifted Flick off the bed, but he had to put her down so they could cover up for the journey to the shower, the Kid at least would still be out there.

  So this was it, her last night in captivity. If someone had told Flick eleven nights ago that she’d be sorry to see the back of this cabin she’d have laughed and thrown something at their head. But now that the end was here Flick knew she’d miss it, miss him. But there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to prevent it... much like ending up here in the first place.

  As soon as all of the shack dwellers were awake they moved out. Packing everything into the truck Flick sensed that while this was a conclusion for her, the men were at the opposite end of their journey. Unable to imagine what lay ahead for them Flick could tell their trip would be gruelling.

  With Shiv absent, Rushe made Skeeve sit in the front of the car. It turned out that Skeeve and the Kid had come back in the vehicle belonging to the deceased woman, and now it lay abandoned at the back of the building. Subtly committing the licence plate to memory Flick vowed to phone in an anonymous tip to the police when she got back home.

  The only concern she’d had was implicating Rushe. But after he had gone on at her for half an hour about the need to remove fingerprints from the shack, Flick was confident that he wouldn’t be traced or linked to the crime. But it wasn’t right that Skeeve and the Kid got away with murder – literally.

  Committing some landmarks to memory Flick tried to decipher where they were, but by the time they rolled into a town more than an hour later she knew they were far from the shack, and her sense of direction was awful.

  After being in seclusion, it was unsettling to see people going about their lives. They passed fast food places, shops, and banks, everything that anyone would expect of a town. Flick hadn’t considered such basic things in her time away from civilisation.

  Glen drove them down an alley to a shadowed parking area. All of the men got out, but Rushe ordered her to stay put. The gang stood in a huddle outside, and Flick wondered when she should make a break for it. Wearing only Rushe’s thick socks because she had nothing else to put on her feet, Flick didn’t imagine that she’d manage to outrun the men without any shoes. She wore the jeans Rushe had bought her and his black and red check shirt, not exactly one of her more put-together looks.