Mister Black
“Zorie! Stop.”
The woman halted and turned around.
I’d been telling myself for days, that I had no reason to still be at this hotel. I’d returned to the U.K. but kept the room simply because I felt I should. After working off and on at the practice, and wondering constantly what Zorie was doing, I’d returned. I’d said I was done with Zorie, until Reuben discarded her, yet here I was. Now I knew why.
Hope.
She was more than a random acquired woman. Exactly what she was, I wasn’t certain. If it were just her ability to resist mesmers attracting me, I might be backing the wrong horse.
Right now she looked like a bedraggled mouse. A cute, bedraggled mouse. I wanted to feed her some cheese, get her coat all shiny again, and then...do animal things to her.
I’d seen multiple surveillance of Zorie, videos, hundreds of photos, yet never seen her this disheveled. Her red hair was partly up in a bun. Mostly it hung in strands over her face, sticking to her lips and around her eyes. With her mouth slack, she looked out through the curtain of hair. Big eyes, blinking. Smudges of something black stained one cheekbone. She barely focused on me. Her clothes were a mish-mash of ivory miniskirt-length dress, black tights, and a single black glove.
On her feet? I frowned. Purple gym shoes and one pink sock.
“You look like –”
“Shit?” She smirked.
“Come.” I stepped forward and took her by the elbow to steer her through the door. “I need to save you before the fashion police find you.”
“Fuck the fashion police,” she mumbled.
The door clicked shut.
Her mind was as much a mess as her clothes. Overlaying the confusion was a blanket of depression so thick it made me sad just touching it momentarily. She even smelled of vomit.
How had she managed to get past security?
“Where?” she stared at me, puzzled.
“Shower. Right now. It’s an emergency.”
“The best sort.” Clarity returned to her gaze at the same time as her mind seemed to clear. “Damn, you are here?”
“I am. Waiting for you.”
“Oh.”
“These clothes are coming off.”
She shook her head quickly. “No sex.”
“No sex but yes to clothes.” I needed to find out what had brought on this state.
We’d reached the petite but luxurious bathroom and I began to strip off her clothes. The dress came off first. That she barely protested worried me.
“Sit down.” I pushed her so she sat in the timber chair.
“Sorry.” Zorie wrinkled her nose. “Do I smell?”
Her mortified expression made me smile. “Yes.”
“Sorry. I was sick earlier. I almost did something bad.” Her glance was full of sorrow.
“It’s okay.”
I went to my knees and efficiently pulled off her shoes and one sock. Everything could go into the bin in here. I balled them up and tossed them. Though Zorie frowned, she said nothing.
“Stand.”
The tights and panties came off next, in one swoop. She swayed on her feet as those were threaded off her feet, so I steadied her with a hand on her bare ass.
For the first time she showed awareness of how sexually charged this might become. Her face shifted from annoyed to bemused, and I cocked an eyebrow as I stood.
Clad only in bra and nothing else except for that black glove, in spite of everything else, she was...
“What are you staring at, Mister Black?”
“You. Turn around.”
“Why?” She swallowed.
At least she was one hundred percent focused on what was happening to her.
“So I can undo your bra and take it off you. You’re going in there.” I poked a finger toward the tub.
“I guess...” After a twist of her brow, Zorie turned and let me undo the clasp then slip the bra down her arms.
I reached around her to twist on the tap, setting it on the middle temperature. As I rose to my feet, my arm brushed her breast. Without preamble, with my thumb smoothing across her shoulder, I watched her nipple harden.
Her breathing deepened and she didn’t move away.
“I’m going to give you a bath, maybe a shower too. You need both.”
“Heyyy. Insults, and I can do it myself.”
“True, but you came here for my help. This is my price. One of them.” I softened that with a smile. “And while I do that, you’re going to tell me what has happened to get you into this state.”
Her shoulders raised and lowered. “I did. I do need help. You figured that out?”
How could I not?
The watery look in her eyes moved me. Yet... What was I doing? Getting this attached to a girl I needed to use to kill bad men was insane.
“It was obvious.” Especially when a woman I’d told I was done with arrived looking like she’d been under a truck, or a Mardi Gras stampede.
“Thank...you.” Her simple, choked-up words tugged at my heart and I hadn’t even been sure I still had one. “I’d be in your debt.”
I needed to remember my reason for being here, for finding her.
“Yes, you would.” Lightly, I ran his finger under her chin. The hitch in her breath and electricity between us was plain enough that I was surprised there weren’t sparks.
“I didn’t mean sexual...”
Again I looked down at her and studied her body. How impossible. “Yet your breasts alone would lead me to poetic raptures.”
She rolled her eyes, though I could tell the comment had pleased her.
“First, I’m getting you clean and happy.” With my hands at her hips, I made her revolve to face the half-filled tub. Feeling her skin under my hand was glorious, slapping the underside of her ass cheek, even more so. “Omorfi. Get in.”
“Happy? I don’t know if I can do happy anymore.” Zorie tested the water temperature then stepped into the tub. “Omorfi?”
“Beautiful. Means you have a beautiful, bouncy ass.”
“Sure,” she said, scorn dripping from the word. “You’re Italian? Greek?”
“One of those.”
Her smile was the first I’d seen so far and it broke a second later, when a stark, scared look came over her.
She stared into space. “I can wash myself. You should go now.”
The should chilled me. “No. I’m staying.” I pulled off my shirt then my pants and underwear. That she barely noticed only firmed my decision. Not that I would’ve stayed away if she’d been perfectly normal.
I edged in behind her, the water sloshing as I sat. The tub was more than big enough for both of us. What had Reuben done to her mind? I gathered up handfuls of her magnificent red hair, squirted a dollop of shampoo onto it then lathered up foam.
Despite her mental state coming and going, my cock was getting ideas. First, make her normal again. I was no caveman... Over her shoulder, I glimpsed her wet and shiny breasts.
Be good.
Using the spray from the detachable shower head, I rinsed off her hair, massaging to get the shampoo out. By the end, she’d snuggled back against my chest.
“Thank you. I feel better. I’m not fixed, but better.”
“I know.” With my fingers, I stirred her hair where it clung to her shoulder.
“There are things in my head. You need to do some of your tricks on me,” she said, sadly.
“Tricks?”
“Yes. If you don’t, I think I’ll kill myself soon.”
“Iisoús.”
“What’s that?”
“It means, Jesus, in excitement, disbelief. I think...” I sprayed water over her shoulder and it cascaded onto her breasts. “I will need to make Reuben dead if he has created this situation.”
“He got into my head. He told me I have to kill myself, today. In public.” She looked around at the bathroom. “I guess that rules out here.”
“Yes. It does. I’m going to play inside your mind now, Zorie. Turn off the tap then be quiet and still.”
“Oh. You think you can help?”
“Let me see.”
After a few seconds, she leaned forward and turned off the water flow.
I hadn’t used an ounce of will on her yet. Not since she walked in the door. She’d always been strong. Whatever Reuben had done, it was powerful and like nothing I’d thought a mesmer could do.
With the tap off, the room was silent, except for our breathing and the water dripping.
“Play away. It’s all fucked-up in here anyway.”
“Good girl,” I whispered then I reached into her mind.
The landscape of the devil. Reuben had implanted a suicidal urge that soaked through every part of her mind. I could patch her and smooth a sense of happiness in, but dislodging the nastiness completely might take a far closer relationship with her.
Not yet, I warned myself. I applied my will, easing into her mind, dismissing much the sadness that filled her thoughts.
The main play.
The suicide command...
It stuck like glue.
“Done?” she asked, curled forward with her head on her forearms.
“Stay still a bit longer, baby.”
“Baby? Uh-uh.”
But she stayed.
After a while I lay back against the tub, with my legs either side of hers, idly watching beads of water dribble down her back. A very intimate position.
What a spine. I could bite her all day, leaving teeth marks. I sucked in a slow, appreciative breath. Zorie was such a pretty female.
“Feeling better?”
She looked over her shoulder, her mouth quirking up. “A little.”
“Good.”
Now I knew, Reuben needed to die, after all.
“Why don’t we have something to eat? I’ll order from room service.”
“Okay. I am hungry.”
The hollowness of her face would be partly from not remembering to eat.
“Good.” I stepped out, helped her stand then scooped her out of the tub.
Drying her with the big, soft towel reminded me of drying off Pelagia, except for the delightful swell of Zorie’s ass.
“This is like...” I gave her hair another rub, dried a trail on her back, then went back to her hair. “Drying off my wolfhound, Pelagia.”
“A dog?” She snorted.
“It’s a compliment. She is a beautiful bitch. Loyal. Pretty.”
“Hairy.” Zorie turned and looked up through the towel. So cute seeing just her flushed cheeks and lips, her nose and eyes, surrounded by towel. And so sexy the way her breasts swayed into view as the towel slipped.
“Yes. Hairy. Like you.” I moved some of her wet locks. “Though she’s back in Greece and you’re here.” I kissed her hand. “Let’s order food.”
“Clothes? Is there anything?”
“There’d be a dressing gown somewhere but I like you in that towel. I’ll wrap you up.”
“Ummm.”
But she let me, and she came out to the lounge area with her hand in mine.
It was touching and also sobering. She was trusting me not to fuck her over like Reuben had. Yet I was planning to, in my own way. If she survived I’d have my weapon. Raw, untrained, but a weapon.
Room service arrived and I insisted on her sitting with me on the sofa. I fed her little quiches with a crunchy crust, broccolini in a savory sauce, then strawberries and cream, chocolate French pastries and champagne. She revived. The color returned to her face. I touched her, occasionally. I put a pillow down and had her lean against the arm rest with her long legs over my lap, and ever so slowly I seduced her. Her mouth relaxed and she watched me sleepily with those gray eyes. Past the edge of the sofa, her mostly empty champagne glass hung from her hand.
And the curve of her lips seduced me, as did the glimpses of her body.
Long ago she’d stopped holding the towel in place.
When I tugged, the towel slipped lower, revealing her breasts, her pink-brown areolas. I would taste those, wrap my lips around them fully, and suck them into my mouth. Lick them until she shook. Keeping my hand on her thigh, I leaned over and removed the glass from her hand, then set it on the table adjacent to the sofa.
Zorie repeated, her voice husky, “No sex.”
“That was before.” I placed one finger on her lower lip, rolling it out. “You need this. I can only do so much in your mind without making you mine.”
With a shake, she freed her mouth from my finger. I let her.
“Yours?” Her mouth curled. “Are you for real? I don’t know if I want another one of...you in...me.”
Meaning mesmers screwing her. To the point, but then these past weeks would’ve awakened her to the futility of being coy around men like me.
The truth would do best.
“What I’ve done won’t last. If I don’t fuck you, sweet Zorie, you’ll kill yourself, soon.”
“Oh.”
“Yes. Now...spread your legs for me.”
From the way her face shifted, that had shocked her. She wasn’t so hardened after all. One day I might get her to say what Reuben had made her do.
I studied her then edged the towel apart at the apex of her thighs.
“Wait.”
When her hand lifted, as if to grab me, I intended to use a portion of will but stopped. How far would she go, all by herself? My instruction wasn’t romantic or nice, but it was a good test of what she would do for me. “Show me.”
“Don’t ever use the word cunt again.”
A new topic. I hadn’t said cunt at all, this time. Perhaps it was a favorite Reuben word.
“No?”
Cunt was a word I loved, especially when one was within licking distance, if I bent over.
To tease her, I nudged the towel with my fingertip, making a heart shape and exposing all of her sexual triangle. The beginnings of her slit were visible at the bottom corner.
I traced my finger around where towel ended and skin began, then I very deliberately wet my finger and drew an upside-down U over her budding clit, several times, back and forth.
She said nothing, didn’t move an inch. The absorbed if startled look on her face was enough.
No using cunt? It was a simple concession and I liked to challenge boundaries, including my own.
“I won’t use it.”
“Thank you,” she said softly, staring at where I’d rested my hand over her thigh with my thumb aiming down between her legs.
“Now it’s your turn.” If I didn’t have her whimpering soon, I’d hand in my license to seduce.
“Oh.”
I sat back, with my elbow on the back of the sofa and my jaw resting on my hand. I watched and waited for her to obey. Where her legs lay over my lap, I felt the twitch of thigh muscle, as if she was unsure of what to do. Her mons showed like a peekaboo shot.
“Women are pretty there compared to men.”
Her answer was the quietest grunt but her legs stopped moving.
“And I’d bet a million dollars that you’re disgustingly wet. Should I check?”
“No!”
She squirmed as if to raise her legs but I leaned on them and seized them both.
“Disgustingly? You’re as dirty as Reuben.”
“Very likely. I’m just nicer in how I fuck. Disgustingly wet is a good phrase when it comes to...pussies.”
She shook her head and her legs stayed closed.
Being the wolf never got old. Just, normally, Little Red Riding Hood came and lay down at my feet.
“You’re interesting, Miss Zorie.” I let amusement show in the twitch of my mouth.
Her eyes flared with something I couldn’t decipher without touching her mind. I wouldn’t do that, yet. I found I wanted the surprise.
“Spread your legs.”
She sucked in a breath. “I’m...thinking.”