Pure Punishment

by T. L Smith

  I don’t answer him right away and I wonder what he’s thinking, looking down at me. Does he think my clothes aren’t ladylike? Or that they aren’t good enough? I have on my old run down Converse shoes again. HHell, I live in them. I’m wearing a hooded sweatshirt and plain, ripped jeans. No, the jeans aren’t ripped for fashion; they’re ripped because I wear them way too much. My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun and I don’t have a scratch of makeup on my face. Not that I could afford that either.

  I’m about to get lost in memories and completely zone out when he reaches for me and I follow like an obedient child. I walk faster so I’m in front. One of these days I’ll make a stand for myself and not let anyone or anything push me over or tell me what to do. But for now I’ll be a good girl and do as I’m asked until I can do otherwise.

  I pull my bag closer to my body and start a steady pace outside of campus. I can feel his presence behind me, but he’s not saying a word. I wonder why he’s so persistent with me. What did I do to him to make him want to badger me?

  I turn back to see his eyes looking over my body. I pull a face. I feel like he’s invading me. Even though that’s not possible, his stare holds something I’m not quite sure of.

  His eyes reach mine and I quickly turn to evade his gaze and focus on walking straight ahead. I spot Julia off to the side and she waves at me. I give her a small wave back and continue my path straight ahead. She gives me a puzzled look with a blank stare, no usual smile and turns her back to me. I wonder what she really thinks of me? Does she also think I’m odd? I’m not like most girls. I know it, so I guess she does as well.

  I take one last look before I cross the street and see Detective Black still behind me. I don’t know why? I was hoping he would’ve changed his mind and decided to leave. I guess I’m not that lucky today.

  The average number of thoughts that humans are believed to experience each day is seventy thousand.

  As I enter the bar, a familiar face is the first thing I see. Dark eyes is sitting at the bar by himself with a glass in hand. He doesn’t notice me when I walk in; actually I don’t think he’s paying attention to anything but the glass in his hand. I take a seat next to him and wait for him to look up, but he doesn’t. The bartender walks over and is looking at me like I’ve grown a pair of tits on my head. He’s young, younger than mister dark and mysterious sitting next to me anyway.

  I realize he never gave his name out when he spoke to me last. He knew mine, which I have yet to find out how.

  “Kayla.” He surprises me, making me jump in my seat. I didn’t realize he knew I was here because I was too engrossed in thoughts to notice.

  “How do you know my name?” I lean over so I can see his eyes, his very dark eyes. He looks at me with surprise and takes the last swig of his alcohol before nodding his head to the bartender for another.

  “I have my ways.”

  Ha!

  “You’ve been stalking me?” I say flirtatiously.

  “Possibly.” He takes the drink the bartender offers him, leaving me to wonder if he really has been stalking me. If he has, for how long? Does he know what I do at nighttime to get my kicks? Does he know I like to fuck as much as I love to torture? I should be worried, but for some strange reason I don’t feel like I should be concerned around him.

  “So, you obviously know why I’m here then. If you’ve been stalking me, that is?” I turn my body so I am facing him. His eyes finally meet mine and then travel back down to my now exposed legs. I know he likes what he sees. “So, dark eyes, do I get a name from you?”

  He cocks his head to the side and the side of his lip curves up in a smirk. He shakes it off, turns back to the bartender and nods his head for another after he slams down his previous drink.

  “Fine then, I guess I can come up with my own.” I try to work out what would be insulting to call him, so he will give me his name. I don’t know why I’m even bothering. All I want from him is a roll in the sack anyway.

  “Bob, that’s it, I’m going to call you Bob from now on.” His face grimaces, but he doesn’t say a word. “So Bob, do you like to fuck?”

  The guy I haven’t noticed sitting next to me spits his drink out and looks at me opened mouth. I shrug my shoulders and turn my back so I’m facing Bob.

  “I’ll interpret your silence as a yes?” My hand touches his bicep and I run my nails down his exposed colorful arm. He has a black V-neck shirt on. His muscles are bulging out. He is twice my size and my mind turns dirty as I think what his body would look like under mine. He doesn’t push my arm away or even turn to look at me. I let my hand drop lower until I’m touching his ripped denim jeans. I inch my hand closer until my hand is on top of his semi hard cock. He still doesn’t utter a word. My mind is lost in sexual thoughts and I can feel my pussy getting wetter, excitement rips through me with the thoughts of this man.

  My hand is ripped from the warmth of his pants, and the next thing I know I’m being pulled off the bar stool almost tripping over my own feet by his powerful force. I don’t have time to question where we’re going when I’m pulled into the men’s bathroom. His hand lets go of my arm while he locks the door and when his eyes meet mine, there’s no denying the lust swirling in them.

  “You came to your senses, I see.”

  My hand reaches my shirt and I rip it from my body exposing my red lace bra. His eyes light up bringing a smirk to my lips with the thought of seducing such a powerful man. His eyes shoot to mine when I’m about to talk, but he silences me with a hard look.

  “I don’t want to hear you talk. I’m going to fuck you and the only thing you’re allowed to do is moan. Do you understand?” his voice is so rough it sends chills all over my skin. I’m about to tell him off and let him know he’s not in charge when his hand reaches out and pinches my nipple hard. I look up at him ready to give him an earful when his mouth touches mine hungrily, temporarily silencing me.

  I can taste the whiskey on his mouth, invading my senses. His mouth is hot and delicious. His tongue entwines with mine and I reach up to grab hold of his head to pull him closer. I inch my body into his, wanting his warmth in certain places.

  His mouth leaves mine suddenly and I feel out of breath from his kiss. He takes a step back and my eyes are trained on him. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants. He pulls out his now hard cock and I can’t help but stare, his size is impressive and everything is smooth. He has no hair and it makes his size seem even bigger than normal. My pussy starts to clench while he pulls a condom on and rolls it over his hard as fuck cock. His eyes seek mine out as his hand starts to massage his cock.

  “Remember the rules, no talking. If you do, I won’t let you come.”

  I want to tell him to get fucked, and that in no way possible is he the boss of me, but for some strange reason unknown to me, no words leave my mouth.

  He drops his hand and stalks toward me. As soon as he’s in front of me, he pulls my skirt and G-string off in one pull. I’m now exposed bare for him to see, except my red bra which hasn’t left my body yet. My nipples are so hard that the fabric rubbing against it is almost painful. He inserts two fingers into his mouth and makes a popping sound when they exit. I stand there like a statue, a naked statue waiting to see where he’s going with this.

  His hand sneaks out and captures my very wet pussy and his fingers plunge straight into me, enticing a moan from my mouth. I want to demand more when his thumb starts circling my clit. My legs are feeling weak and all I can think about is him buried so far inside me he’ll forget his rules and just get lost in me.

  I start riding his hand, my hand now placed above his making the movements to my own pleasure. Just as I’m about to scream, he rips his hand away. My eyes shoot open and then I’m shoved against the toilet door and lifted with such force anyone would think he’s fucking Superman.

  My legs move around his waist. Then he’s in me in one swift move, breaking all my walls down with the ecstasy of being filled and being touched in all t
he right places. His mouth descends on my hard as fuck nipples, and then he starts to move. Lord have mercy on my soul.

  I am in heaven!

  He bites my shoulder then comes back to my breast and I’m in full-blown rapture. His movements speed up and I can feel he is close, just as close as I am.

  “Faster,” I scream into his ear.

  His movements stop and he looks at me. I see the confusion is his eyes and I’m left wondering why. His warmth leaves me and I’m deposited back onto the floor. He doesn’t say a word as he rips the condom off and throws it in the trash and pulls his pants up. I’m looking at him like he’s grown a dick on his head. My pussy is still screaming for more and my head’s gone crazy.

  “I told you not to say a word.” And with that statement he turns and walks out the door without saying another word. I’m about to go after him and rip him a new one when I realize I have no damn clothes on. I reach for my torn skirt, not even worrying about the torn underwear on the floor, throw my shirt on over my head and take off after him.

  As soon as I step back into the bar I look around frantically for him. I come up blank and don’t see him anywhere. My blood is boiling and my pussy is still screaming for more. I notice the bartender looking my way and I know what I have to do.

  “You,” I point to him as I step closer, “Condom and toilets now.” He looks surprised but doesn’t waste any time.

  The frontal lobes are the seat of judgment and decision-making.

  As I enter the once familiar café where we last had lunch, a shiver breaks out on my skin. I don’t want to deal with his questions again today. I will hightail it straight from the café if he thinks he can ask things that have no meaning to him. Lost in my thoughts, I feel the warmth of a hand on my back guiding me to a table situated in the corner of the café. I know I should knock his hand off, but I can’t seem to do it. The warmth radiating from his hand makes me realize how no one has ever touched me in such a caring manner, let alone cared for me.

  I’m reluctant at first to take a seat because I know as soon as I do the warmth will be gone and I will once again be filled with loneliness.

  “You’re quite the puzzle, do you realize that?”

  My head shoots up at his voice and I give him a questionable look. He smirks at me, answering my question.

  “You act as if you don’t know me, but we do know each other. I actually know you quite well.”

  I shake my head having no idea what he’s talking about. I don’t know this man from a bar of soap. I’ve seen him once before class, the night he knocked on my door, but that’s as far as it goes.

  “And when I touch you, you crave it. I felt you sink into me. I could have held my hand on you and guided you anywhere and I think you would’ve gone willingly.” He’s now sitting across from me with his eyes trained solely on me.

  “I think you need help. I don’t know you at all. I’ve seen you once in my life before you were in my class, but I doubt that counts as knowing someone. And as for your touch, you couldn’t guide me anywhere. Your touch was something I didn’t want nor will never want.”

  Lies, lies, all lies.

  My mind screams at me. Okay, maybe I was lying about his touch, I did really enjoy that. But as for the rest of his statement I didn’t.

  “Detective Black, can you just say what you have on your mind? I really don’t have time to waste. I need to get back to studying,” I say referring to my bag on my lap which is full of books. He looks down at it and then his gaze comes back up to me.

  “I’m sure taking a few hours out of your day won’t affect you, Miss Wilde. You’re an excellent student, the teachers know that. So, after we have lunch I’d like to take you somewhere.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you. I know I’m a good student. That’s what I aim to be.” I finish my outburst and start to rise, and that’s when the waitress brings over a hamburger with fries that has my mouth watering. My tummy starts to churn as I realize I haven’t eaten a proper meal in days.

  I reluctantly sit back down in the chair and I know he’s staring at me. I can feel his gaze penetrating me. Just when I look up, he looks down at his meal, picks up his burger and starts eating it. I watch as he chews then licks his lips then he goes in for a second bite. I decide to do the same because my stomach is screaming at me for nourishment.

  The first bite is heaven, like I haven’t had a meal in days. I guess if you count noodles once a day you could say I haven’t. I finish the burger faster than I’d normally eat and start on the fries. When I take a bite, I finally look up and see he’s also finished.

  “You need to start eating better.” It wasn’t meant to sound rude. A part of me knows that. I try to eat well, I just can’t afford it.

  “I eat fine, thank you.” He raises an eyebrow at me and I feel like I have to justify myself.

  “I do. I might not have the money you have, but I eat just fine thank you very much.”

  “If you call living off noodles fine then I guess you aren’t as smart as I thought you were. Your body needs sustenance, which you aren’t giving it.”

  He’s such an arrogant ass.

  “How the hell would you know what I eat? Do you spy on me? Is that a part of your work, to spy on an innocent woman?” He shrugs his shoulders like what I’m suggesting isn’t wrong at all. I’ve had enough of him. He might be gorgeous, but there’s a fine line between stupid and smart.

  “Thank you for lunch. I hope to never see you again.” I throw the last ten dollars I have on the table and make my way out the door. I can hear him coming closer, so when the café door swings shut, I run like my life depends on it. Hell, my life probably does.

  “Stay away from boys, Kristy. You don’t need any man in your life apart from me.” My father reaches down and pulls my from my face and neatly tucks it behind my ears.

  “But I want to get married one day, Daddy, and have kids, just like you and Momma.”

  My father shakes his head at me. His hair is very much like mine, thick and dark, but cut shorter, though I get most of my looks from my mother. He’s a big man, bigger than most fathers.

  “All you need is me. You don’t need anyone else sweetheart. I will look after you. Boys will just want to use you and you know I’d never do that because I love you.”

  His big green eyes plead with mine and I nod my head in agreement. My father will always love me.

  “Don’t you feed her that bullshit, Grant. You are not all she will need in life.”

  My father whips around so fast that I almost get knocked back. He starts toward Momma and slaps her across the face.

  “I am and you better realize that because when I leave I’m taking her with me.” My father walks off without even a backward glance to my now crying momma. I wonder why Father doesn’t love Momma the way he loves me.

  “Sweetie, don’t believe him, you can have anything in this life you want. You are a fighter, remember that.” She walks away with her tear covered face and I’m left standing there wondering about love.

  The medial prefrontal cortex is an area associated with empathy and guilt.

  As I walk into where Tyke is sharpening his weapons, my mind drifts back to dark eyes and how his hands were all over my body before he abruptly left. Most girls might be offended by that. I can’t say I wasn’t offended, more like left high and fucking dry without the release I desperately needed. Bartender boy had no shot with his inadequately small penis. Well, I guess I can say I didn’t leave anyone unsatisfied. Fucking bastard, I’m going to throw my star straight into that prick’s cock next time I see him.

  “Your game is on in one hour. Stop day dreaming and get prepared.”

  Now I want to daydream about fucking him. His voice is rough, and I want him to fuck me into the land of the dead.

  Fuck! What has this prick done to me? Now I’m going to want to fuck everything that walks till I get off.

  “I’m not daydreaming asshole, I was thinking about your cock and w
here I would like it first. Maybe in my mouth, then in my cunt.” I sway my hips toward him. He looks at me strangely like he’s trying to work something out. He gives up and shakes his head.

  “Never going to happen. Oh, and after the job, please get fucking laid. I don’t want to deal with your withdrawals,” he says, turning his attention back to his weapons.

  “But I am going to be like this till I get a good fuck. These boys in college have no idea where the fuck my clit is, let alone getting a girl off,” I huff out in frustration. I’m sick of being the one having to do all the work and having to direct them on where to go. I like to be in charge and on top, but I also loved having dark eyes smothering me as well.

  “Well, find a fucking man and stop harassing me. I don’t pay you to talk about your fucking sex life. I pay you to kill, so do it and shut up.” He doesn’t even look at me while he speaks, just simply continues on ignoring me. I go to reach out for the closest star to embed in his smart-ass mouth when I get caught red-handed.

  “Put the fucking thing down before I put you down.” He still doesn’t turn around to face me, but he continues with what he’s doing and now I want to throw one hundred of them at his head. As I’m thinking of doing that, he turns to me and hands me two new stars. The skull is new on them. Evil is the word I would use to describe them. I look up at him and smile as I pocket them inside my boots. Now I don’t want to kill him, I guess he’s having a lucky day.

  “You’re going to a frat house. Two targets that share the same room. You need to terminate both of them. Do you understand?”

  I nod my head and blow him a kiss as I go to leave. He shakes his head and I feel my cell vibrate in my pocket with the address.

  * * *

  I push the gate open and hear men laughing. Obviously they’re partying and drinking. I wonder how I should play this. Should I lure them one at time or just go for the two together? I contemplate my options and decide tonight is my threesome night. The door is unlocked and as I turn the handle, I’m instantly met with the whiff of cigarettes and weed. Fucking idiots didn’t even lock their door. My boots echo as I walk through the front foyer to where the noise is located. I’d guess it’s just the two of them as I now only hear two men.