Mr. X

by Clarissa Wild

  “A little too much …” he mutters.

  Whack!

  The sudden slap to my ass pulls me back to reality, back to this place, back to him. He sets his teeth on my skin and bites down. I scream as his teeth sink into my nipple while he toys with the other. When he takes his mouth off again, a red ring appears around my nipple.

  “Gorgeous,” he says. With his tongue he laps up a droplet of blood and licks his lip when he’s done. “What do you think?”

  “It hurts …” I say, frowning, looking away.

  “Good.” He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Do not take your eyes off me.” His eyes narrow. “You don’t get to deny me your eyes. You will watch me when I take from you, because everything that is you belongs to me now. You belong to me now. And you will accept everything I give you and thank me for it.”

  He slaps my ass again, making me jolt up. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I say.

  “Good. Now don’t forget it, or I will punish you for it.”

  I shiver as he goes to his knees and taps my knees. “Spread.”

  I set my feet apart, feeling vulnerable and open as he gazes up at my pussy. “Let’s see if this pussy deserves some attention.”

  My lips quiver as his own are planted on my thigh. He leaves short, luscious kisses on my skin, working his way up to my pussy. There, he stops, but his hand doesn’t. Just his thumb presses down on my nub, sending shocks through my body.

  “Oh … you like this?” he asks. I don’t know how to respond, because there are two possible answers; neither are good for me.

  With the pad of his thumb he starts circling my nub, leaving kisses everywhere except where my body craves them the most. He’s never been this gentle, though, and it surprises me. I wonder if it can be like this more often. Wondering that is wrong, and I know it is, because I shouldn’t even want to be thinking about that. But I am.

  “I think this little pussy wants more …” He grins as he stops kissing and touches my entrance with another finger. I gasp as he dips inside and feels me. He groans as he slips it in and out of me, going faster each time. Driving his finger into me while putting ample pressure on my clit creates an overload of sensations. I struggle to keep my legs spread while he fucks me with his finger.

  “Do you want this?” he asks.

  I nod swiftly, biting my lip.

  Suddenly he takes his hands away and I’m left hanging. My pussy is throbbing with desire and he knows it. A wicked smile curves his lips. “Tell me.”

  “Please … I want it, sir.”

  He smiles, and leans in, blowing hot air onto my clit. “Hmm … you’ve done well today, little bird,” he hums against my skin. “This is your reward.”

  When his tongue touches my nub I’m done for. The heat is rising, and it’s not because of the shower. His kisses are hot and make me moan in sinful pleasure. He laps me up with glee, licking me with just the right amount of pressure. From underneath his dark lashes he watches me quiver, his touch painfully pleasurable. His hands move from my legs up to my ass, gripping me tight as he buries his face in my pussy. With his lips he rubs my clit, and then dips his tongue into my entrance. I’m delirious with lust. It’s been a long time since a man went down on me, and shit, he knows how to work it.

  “Hmm … I’m so glad you’re clean; now I can do all the things I was planning on doing.”

  I got tested a few days ago, because X wanted to fuck me without a condom. Guess he got his wish after all. I can’t complain.

  He swirls his tongue round and round, lapping me up like there’s no tomorrow. He groans as I moan, his fingers digging into my skin. His teeth appear and he sinks them into my flesh. A rush of fear sweeps through me as I fear he might bite my most sensitive part. Except, he doesn’t. Instead, he nibbles softly, pushing my limits.

  Whack!

  A strike to the ass pulls me away from pure bliss. “Don’t you come unless I say you can, little bird.”

  “Yes, sir,” I moan as he whacks me again.

  “I won’t allow you to disobey me again.”

  “I know, sir.”

  “Remember it.”

  “I will, sir.”

  “Good. Keep those legs spread. Place your hand on the wall and the other on the shower screen.”

  I do as he says and position myself to allow him more entry. That’s what he wants, I think. I keep looking down at him, because that’s what he wants, too. I keep doing everything he desires … I’m turning into an obedient girl more and more … his obedient girl.

  “You like pleasing me, don’t you?” he murmurs, lapping me up. “My little slut gets all wet for me.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I moan. I know it’s what he wants to hear.

  “You’re welcome.” He slaps my ass again, mixing pain with pleasure. Each time I’m on the verge of coming, he ends it quickly. I keep rising and falling, and it’s exactly what he wants.

  “So fucking wet …” he whispers, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper until my pussy begins to throb so badly I can barely keep it together. “This pussy of mine wants to come so badly.” He chuckles, toying with my clit while he looks up at me. “Are you ready to come for me, slut?”

  “Yes!”

  He whacks my ass again and I squeal. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Does this little slut want to please me? What will you do for me?”

  “I want to come for you, sir.”

  He smiles, and sucks on my nub again, almost pushing me over the edge. “Beg me to fuck you,” he murmurs against my flesh. “Beg!”

  “Please … fuck me, sir.” The words come out in a slur as I feel the impending orgasm. “Can I come? Please?”

  He takes his lips off my folds completely. A flat-handed smack follows. I whimper and scream.

  “You’re not allowed.”

  “Oh, fuck you,” I growl.

  He laughs. “Ask me nicely, and I might.”

  I frown and turn my head while he turns off the shower. Suddenly, he grabs my arm and drags me out of the bathtub. I stumble to follow him, still a little shaken by what just happened. My entire body is still zinging when he throws me onto the bed and pins my hands down near the bedpost. I struggle to fight him, but anxiety takes control again. Grabbing the cuffs, he chains my wrists down, my worst fear coming alive. I’m a prisoner again. A toy to play with as he sees fit. And worst of all, I know this has to happen. In order to win his trust, I must accept anything and everything he wants to take from me, including my freedom. Is it going to be like this forever?

  “What are you going to do?” I ask, pulling on the cuffs. They feel a lot tighter now. I guess he learned from my past escape.

  His hands slide up the curve of my body. “Simple. You are mine and I intend to use you as I see fit. I will take your body over and over again until you can no longer stand. I will demand your wetness and make you throb until you beg me to come. I will fuck your every orifice and spank your flesh until you turn crimson. And maybe then … maybe … will I grant you your orgasm. And you will thank me for it, little slut.” Desire and amusement glint in his eye. “Starting right now.”

  “Take what lies within your grasp.” – Notes of X

  Chapter 18

  X

  Saturday, November 24th, 2007. 11:30 p.m.

  It’s becoming increasingly difficult to stay away from her. Not because I don’t have the discipline, but because I keep being sent out to kill someone who’s related to her. For some reason she keeps attracting all kinds of bad attention. Heck, that could even include me. She keeps hanging with the wrong crowd, smoking pot and doing other drugs, getting into trouble with her supposed friends, doing fuck knows what with who knows where. She offers herself to every chump that wants to stick his cock into her pussy. Just the thought of it makes me so angry I could smash this glass I’m holding to bits.

  I watch her dance with another guy on the dance floor. He’s short and cover
ed in tattoos and piercings. The way he touches her makes me want to punch him in the throat. He’s got his hands all over her, and I don’t like it one bit.

  See, it’s already too late for me. I haven’t stopped thinking about her, even though I promised myself I would. I haven’t stopped being around her, even though I told myself I could take other jobs and tell my family to go fuck themselves. Of course, they insisted and I prefer not getting a finger chopped off. When my family wants someone dead, it sure as hell will happen, whether I’m in or not. They won’t stop until they get their payment from their clients, which is all that matters to them. If I refuse, I’ll have to accept a fate worse than watching her get groped by some random dude.

  Life’s such a fucking bitch sometimes.

  Her eyes find me, and a hint of surprise flashes through them before the devious sex-vixen comes out to play again. She knows I’m watching and revels in it. Grabbing a tighter hold on her date, she leans her head on his shoulder while looking at me. Her eyes beg me to step in and take over. She’s such a fucking tease; always pushing everyone’s buttons. I know she has a rough time with her father always gone, always disappointed with what she does, which is all the more reason for her to continue what she’s doing. It’s a vicious cycle she can’t escape. She’s trying to pull me in too.

  I’ve been around for months now, always killing the ones she messes up with. Either it’s her previous boyfriends talking shit about her and her father in the newspaper, or some drug lord claiming that she was a customer. Of course, it all happened. No doubt about it. I’m there when it happens all the time. Except, when you’re rich, you get to erase your history and past mistakes with the snap of a finger. Her father is just like that. He and all his political buddies care more about their reputations than the happiness of their family and kids. I know she takes this personally. He blames her for everything … even her mother.

  And that’s why she keeps looking for a way to escape. Keeps ending up in someone’s arms that won’t protect her but hurt her instead. Solace can’t be found in the arms of a stranger. However, I won’t be able to offer it to her either. No matter how much she’d like me to. And she’s not the only one who’s been thinking about it.

  I take a deep breath and blow it out while putting the glass on the bar behind me. Better put it away before I throw it at the guy’s head. Seriously, if he doesn’t keep his fucking hands off her ass I’m going to blow his brains out.

  My parents enter the club and their eyes scan the room. When they find me, they nod. I cock my head swiftly, alerting them to her presence, and they take note. Communication during a hit job is usually done with our eyes, not our mouths.

  They walk into the club and blend in with the crowd, making their way to the back. They’re going after the local drug dealer who sold a story to the newspaper. Of course it involves her. Now he has to die. No bad reputation for her father, ever.

  I stay here to watch her and make sure nobody enters the room in the back. I watch them disappear through the door. I check my clock. Fifteen minutes is all they get or I’m going after them.

  When I look up, she’s in front of my face. I’m taken aback for a moment, frowning, wanting to shout at her, but at the same time I have no fucking clue what to say to her. I know what she wants. It isn’t happening.

  “No,” I say, loud and clear.

  “Oh, c’mon. Don’t be such a party pooper. You don’t even know what I came to ask.”

  “Oh, I know all right. Don’t you have a date or something?” I say, raising an eyebrow while looking at the guy in the middle of the dance floor who’s waiting impatiently for her.

  “He’s such a bore. Can’t keep his mouth shut about tattoos and piercings, and he keeps wanting to show every one of them to me. I’ve already seen them twenty fucking times! I’m kind of done with him.” She puts her hand on her side and taps her foot. I look down at her with mild annoyance.

  “So? Go on, find some other guy then,” I say.

  She pouts. “I want to dance with you.”

  She steps closer. I lean back.

  “I’m on the job,” I growl.

  “You’ve been doing nothing for the past ten minutes. I don’t think they’re going to filet you if you have fun for a little bit.”

  She tries to grab my hand, but I snatch her wrist instead. I pull her closer so she’ll know I’m serious as I look down into her eyes. “Your father would fucking kill you if he knew you were even suggesting such a thing,” I growl. “You should not want to be hanging around with me.”

  She jerks her hand loose. “I don’t give a crap about my father. He doesn’t care about me either, so I’m going to do what I want to do, which is dance with you. You and I both know you want to.”

  “That doesn’t change anything.”

  “Yes, it does. You can’t deny there’s something between us. You can’t keep your eyes off me.” She pushes her boobs up against me, making me flinch. I never flinch. For fuck’s sake, she’s really grown.

  “Yeah, I’ve seen you watching me. And I like you too. So why not dance for a while?”

  “You don’t like me. Stop this shit. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I told you what we are. We kill for a living.”

  She grabs my hand and places it on her waist. Her body is round and nicely shaped, and I can feel her thong through her tiny black dress. I’m much too aware of that fact.

  “C’mon, I’m only asking you to dance with me. Nothing more. You’re not going to die.”

  I snort. “I might. You’re giving me a heart attack every fucking time I see you.”

  She squints. “You’re just jealous.”

  “Jealous? You’re pulling crazy stunts and endangering your life, meaning we have more people to kill, and you think I’m jealous?”

  “You are.” She winks, and then grabs my other hand, placing it on her other hipbone. “And I like it. I like it when I make you jealous.”

  “Stop this.”

  “It’s only a dance …” She leans in and wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me with her. “I only want one dance. That’s it. Then you can forget about me again.”

  I roll my eyes and groan. “Oh, fuck me …”

  Sinful desire is what persuades me. With her arms around my neck and her sweet, coy smile seducing me, I stop saying no. For once I give in to what we both want, but I promise myself the moment I step onto the dance floor that this is the only and final time I will ever touch her.

  She pulls me into the middle of the crowd, far away from where I’m supposed to be, and starts swaying her hips. Her fingers play with my hair as she puts on her most sensual dance act right in my arms. My hands are warming up, the good kind of warming up, the kind where they’re craving to feel more skin. I get the urge to slip them down toward her ass. But my instincts tell me to keep my cool and focus on something else. I glance at the door to make sure my parents are still in there and that they aren’t watching us. Fuck knows what they’d do to me if they found out.

  “I’m here,” she says, nudging my chin to make me look at her again. Then I notice the beauty in front of me. The pain, the hurt, the anger, the regret, the sorrow, the happiness, all wrapped into one divine package. At such a young age she’s already prone to the shadows, prone to a life of misery, and I don’t want to put her through that. For once in my life I actually feel the need to protect someone, to make her feel safe. A flame dances in her eyes, hypnotizing me. She’s like a candle, burning brightly in the darkness of the night, and I covet the light that guides me through. But I am the tsunami wrecking all in its path, extinguishing her flame.

  “Do you see me?” she asks.

  “I never stopped seeing you.”

  Her fingers twirl the black hair falling down my forehead. The way she parts her lips makes me zoom in on them. A maddening hunger to taste her courses through my veins. I mustn’t.

  “Do you remember that night on the roof?” she asks. “Where you stole the
beer.”

  I snort. “Yeah … a job.”

  “I know that now. I was just wondering about …”

  “About what?”

  “Well, your eyes. They just struck me. It’s like I knew you all along.”

  I smile. It still surprises me that she sometimes remembers bits and pieces. We were so young. I hardly even remember anything, except for that time with … her mother.

  I swallow and clear my throat. “It’s such a long time ago.”

  “Yeah, it is. But I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop having this feeling that you and I have danced like this before. That we were friends. That there was something … something about us.”

  “Stop … please,” I say. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

  Her eyebrows lower for a second in a flash of confusion. Then she leans in and watches me up close. Her lips part again, but she keeps looking at me, keeps asking for permission before she continues. I can already feel her breath on my skin. I can’t say no anymore.

  When her mouth latches onto mine I’m done for. Her kiss is soft and subtle and everything I expected it to be. She tantalizes me, makes me think of taking her back to my apartment and screwing her on my bed. Her taste is unbelievable, so delicious, and her lips set me on fire. I can’t help wanting more, so I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer to me, pressing her against my chest.

  But when I open my eyes in a rush of ecstasy I spot my parents leaving the room. Luckily, they didn’t spot me yet, or I’d be a dead man.

  I pull my lips away, breathing heavily from her raging fire. The smile on her face tells me she thinks she won. Like a cunning artist she toys with my heart.

  She’ll be my end. No doubt about it.

  ***

  Tuesday, August 20th, 2013. 2:00 p.m.

  She is not just my end. I have thrown myself into her abyss. I take sinful pleasure out of the fact that I have her chained up now. I made the choice and live with the consequences. She’ll be the death of me. But not before I fuck her senseless.