Chapter Nine
Julien
I flipped through some channels, not paying attention to anything I saw until she was out of the room and the shower went on. Closing my eyes, I sat up and rubbed a hand over the scruff of my jaw.
Why had I told her what I’d told her in the car? I couldn’t figure it out. Couldn’t figure out why she bugged me. I wasn’t used to feeling like this — or feeling anything at all. I was a hit man. An assassin. A killer. As many jobs as came from society’s unsavory, there came an equal number from sources thought to be good, law abiding. I didn’t care who booked my services, as long as they paid. And besides, good or bad, they all died the same. Scared fucking shitless when they figured out what was about to happen to them.
Was it that she was an innocent? Is that what was fucking with me?
No. No one was innocent. It wasn’t humanly possible. It would be best for me to remember that the next time I looked into those big green eyes.
I glanced at the bathroom, watching steam pour from the open doorway, and rose to my feet. “Hope you’re not using all the hot water.”
The sound of my voice must have startled her because she jerked, the outline of her body visible through the fogged up glass door. I collected her clothes from the bathroom, picking out her panties, and tucking them into my pocket.
“Wrap it up,” I called out over my shoulder as I exited the bathroom. I tucked her things into a dresser drawer and set the handcuffs on the nightstand.
The TV was still on and I turned up the volume before returning to the bathroom to open the shower door and switch off the water myself when she hadn’t yet done what she was told.
“Hey! I still have shampoo in my hair. And get out!”
I shook the water off my arm and looked her over before holding out a towel and gesturing for her to step out.
She grabbed the towel and covered herself as best she could, trying to shield herself from my view. Her hair hung all the way down her back and looked black now that it was wet. She did this thing with her mouth and I saw the one dimple on her right cheek. I hadn’t seen that yet. Mia hadn’t smiled once.
Shifting gears, I looked her over. She had a cute little figure, petite for her height but a little too skinny in my opinion. Still, I appreciated the glimpse of her ass before she got the towel around herself. It was the cushiest part of her, more generous than I expected given her slight frame. That was a plus. I turned her, making her walk in front of me, thinking how nicely the little mounds would bounce when I spanked them. And I was sure she’d give me ample opportunity to do just that often — and soon.
“Let go of me.” She struggled against me, but I held tight.
“To the bed, come on.”
“Why? You said you wouldn’t…”
“Relax. I need a shower. I have a feeling you might wander off while I’m in there.” I sat her down and pulled both pillows out to rest them against the headboard. “Lie back.”
“No.”
“Lie. Back.”
“At least let me get dressed first.”
I smiled as I let my gaze travel over her, taking in toned arms holding that scrap of a towel tight to her chest, her sleek, wet thighs nicely muscled, her feet small, delicate… fragile.
“I prefer you naked. Gives you less incentive to try anything. Now lie back, Mia, arms over your head. I’ll even leave the TV on for you.”
She looked around the room, then at me, and I knew that she knew she was out of options.
“I’ll tell you what, do this without a struggle and I’ll uncuff you before we go to sleep tonight.”
“I promise, I won’t…”
“Last chance before I make you.”
Although reluctant, she laid back and extended her arms over her head. I slid the cuffs around one of the bars of the headboard and linked her wrists.
“Why aren’t we going to the airport yet?” she asked. “I thought you’d want to get me back to Jason fast. You know, collect your money.”
I looked at her, her eyes not quite defiant, but clever, trying to read me, to figure me out, looking for weakness. It’s what I would do if I were her. She wasn’t a coward, even though she was afraid.
I looked away from those eyes and picked up the remote to switch the channel, making a show out of going through all seven of them.
“Only Italian TV,” I said, tossing the remote on the foot of the bed. “Be quiet. If you’re not, first thing I’ll do when I get out here will be to roll you over onto your belly and whip your ass. Got it?”
“I’d scream if you did that. Someone would hear me then.”
“Nah,” I said, chuckling, pulling my t-shirt over my head, not missing how her eyes raked over my chest, pausing to study each of the tattoos that marked me. “Hotel’s pretty empty, and our floor certainly is. Told the front desk clerk you’re loud when we fuck.”
She had no comeback, and I had to laugh at how red her face turned.
“Behave, Mia.”
A shower would be good. A cold one. Stripping off my jeans, I climbed into the stall and switched on the water, which started out hot, but within moments, was lukewarm at best. She’d used up all the hot water. For a moment, I pictured myself punishing her for it, but I had a feeling Mia St. Rose would give me even better reasons to spank that ass. At least in the time I had her before taking her to her brother. She wasn’t mine to keep.
Switching off the shower, I climbed out to find there was only one hand towel left. I smiled and walked out into the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed, sitting up higher on the bed, the movement pushing the towel to expose one breast which she tried to cover with her elbow.
She dragged her gaze away, or at least attempted to, but I marched up to her and took hold of one corner of the towel.
“I need to dry off and you’ve used the one towel, as well as all the hot water. Lift up.”
“No, fuck y…” she paused, obviously remembering our earlier conversation. “There was a hand towel. You can use that.”
I simply shook my head and yanked on the towel, swiping it out from under her, her body jerking to the side with the swift movement. I looked at her as I wrapped it around my waist, my cock already hardening at the sight of her bound naked on the bed.
She pulled her legs up to cover herself, sitting up higher on the bed, keeping her legs close together so as not to reveal more than she intended.
I stepped closer and gripped my erection. Her eyes followed the movement, widening as they did.
“You make me hard, Mia. Seeing you like this, naked and bound, makes me hard.”
She only stared up at me, tightening up even more.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
I shook my head. “No, I said I would probably hurt you. But I wouldn’t rape you. When I want to take you, you’ll be spreading your legs wide and begging me to fuck you.”
“I won’t. You’re sick.”
“You keep saying that, but I keep remembering who hid and watched me fuck a woman not once, not twice, but three times.” I sat on the bed and she scooted away as far as her bonds allowed — which wasn’t much. “I recall”—I ran my knuckles over her arm, watching the goose bumps rise along her skin—”your hand disappearing somewhere inside your panties while you watched.”
Her breath came faster, the pulse at her neck rapid.
“Just a look, Mia. It’s my turn.”
She screamed when I yanked on her ankle, tugging her over so that she lay flat on her back. I clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes growing wider as she stared at me while making little muffled sounds against my hand.
“Be still and be quiet. I just want to have a look, understand?”
She shook her head, struggling, and I pushed on her mouth harder, pressing her head into the pillows, moving my hand up just a little to close her nostrils and block off her oxygen supply altogether. She really panicked then, and I clamped one knee over her thighs, watching her face as she fought, her eyes wild. Somehow, I always remained calm at this moment, just watching my victims.
She wasn’t a victim though. I wasn’t going to kill her.
“Still and quiet. Understand?”
She nodded violently and I removed my hand. She gasped for breath, trying to pull her legs up. I stood, allowing her to.
“I couldn’t breathe,” she said, turning her face into her arm.
“I know.”
She stopped at that, as if she were surprised. I guess she’d thought it was an accident.
“Now, stretch yourself back out. I want to see you.”
Her mind was working, trying to process. I suppose I could have helped her, but I didn’t want to. Instead, I waited, patiently watching until she stretched her legs out, laying flat on the bed.
“Good girl.”
She was trim, with a small piercing through her belly button. Her nipples hardened beneath my gaze and I could feel her eyes boring into me as I looked her over, pausing at her pussy before continuing down her legs, her thighs, returning my gaze to the dark patch of neatly trimmed hair. I preferred shaved bare. I’d have to remedy that.
“Pull your knees up and spread them, feet flat on the bed.”
“Please, Julien.”
I looked at her, contempt and confusion at her knowing my name. “Don’t say my name.”
She nodded, a tear sliding down the side of her face as she pulled her knees up.
I sat down on the bed, taking her left leg wider. She kept her gaze averted. I took in her pretty little pussy, the pink lips that were slightly parted and already glistening.
“I smell you, Mia. I smell your arousal.”
She pressed her face into her arm, but not before I saw the tears collected in her eyes. I turned my attention back to her sex, reaching to touch that softest flesh where the curve of her buttock met her inner thigh. She gasped and closed her knees, her gaze snapping back to me.
“You said you’d just look.”
“Shh. Open.” I waited for her to do as I said, but I kept my fingers on her as I did, sliding them up to the hair, just brushing against the flesh covering her nub, causing her to gasp. “Open your legs.”
She did, slowly, and with both hands, I pulled her lips apart, exposing her swollen clit, pink and glistening with moisture.
“You have a pretty pussy,” I said, closing her knees and turning her to her side. “Roll over and get up on your knees.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see.”
She shook her head.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about ever since I caught you spying? I’ve been thinking about what you’d look like on your hands and knees before me, your ass high in the air, just for me.”
She whimpered, her scent stronger, her arousal growing. She could deny it all she wanted, but I could smell how turned on she was.
“I want to see that ass of yours spread before me, Mia, see your little asshole, see if it’s as pretty as I imagined it.”
“Please, don’t make me.”
“I’m not making you. You want this. You want to show me your ass. You’re just as turned on as I am. I can smell it, I can see it. Now, show me. You can bury your face in the mattress if it makes it easier to pretend it’s not happening, but you will show me.”
With a little more encouragement from me, she rolled over, climbing up onto her knees, her face buried in the blankets, her hips lifted high, her ass cheeks spreading to reveal everything to me.
My cock throbbed and I dropped the towel, climbing up between her knees, pushing her legs wider.
She tensed, and I rubbed her back with one hand while gripping my cock with the other.
“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to see.” I rubbed my length, smearing the pre-cum into my palm and along my shaft, imagining it was her wetness, her cunt hugging my cock. She turned her head and I met her gaze while I slowly rubbed my cock, allowing her to watch, to see.
“You have a pretty cunt, Mia, a pretty asshole, just like I imagined.” I rubbed my length a little faster, touching the tip of my cock to one buttock. She didn’t startle, instead, she remained still, watching, seeming enthralled.
“I wonder how you taste, how that dripping pussy tastes, that tight little asshole.”
Before she could process, I leaned down and slid my tongue over her pussy, the tip of it just finding her clit, causing her to gasp as I circled it, all the while rubbing my cock as I licked the length of her sex. She shuddered as I tasted that glistening pink all the way up to her asshole, where I circled that tight ring. This time, her moan made me smile and I returned my attention to that swollen nub. She widened her stance and I closed my mouth around her clit, sucking hard, hearing her breath hitch, her sweet little moans. I straightened, closing one hand over her clit and rubbing hard, feeling like I was about to explode. Bringing my cock closer to her ass, the tip of it just touching, her breath came fast and hard as she cried out, my cock pulsating in my fist, streams of semen streaking her ass, her back, dripping down over her asshole, her cunt. I pumped the last of my seed onto her, closing my eyes as I shuddered, one hand soaked with her juices, the other with my own, and when I sat back, her eyes met mine for an instant before she turned her face into the mattress, hiding herself from me once more, hiding her tears and her shame from me.