Page 15 of All Your Pain
“Why do you think? It’s all I could afford.” I press myself further into the tiles as I realize those soapy hands are intended for me. Dean glides them over my neck and shoulders, his big hands kneading into me as he spreads the soap. He gives the marks he left on me extra attention. They sting but the feeling isn’t terrible.
“Lucky you found me then. Free room and board for the rest of your life.” He flashes me a grin and I’d knee him in the balls if I knew I wouldn’t collapse from the effort. It’s been so long since I last ate and I’m really starting to feel it now. If he wasn’t holding me up, I’d be on the floor.
I try to ignore the sensitive feeling of his hands on my breasts and hips. I know what he’s trying to do but it won’t work. I’m not giving into him again. Even if it does feel really, really good.
“Shame my life’s going to be so short then isn’t it? Or maybe that’s a good thing.” I scowl up at him and he grins at me making my knees feel even weaker.
My legs clamp shut as he starts to slip his hand between them and he clicks his tongue at me in disapproval. “Come on now. Don’t you want to show me how grateful you are for me taking you in?” He doesn’t stop squeezing my breasts whilst his other hand is insistent on getting to my pussy. With how wet and soapy we both are he manages to pry my legs open easily and his slick fingers slide between my thighs. I gasp and my knees almost give out but he keeps me pinned to the tiles.
“Dean, not again, please, I’ll pass out,” I plead with him, my breathy voice fanning his lips as he leans in so close to me.
His eyes flash as he realizes I’ve said his name for the first time.
I may have screamed it earlier as I was coming, but that was involuntary, just an in the moment thing. This time it feels different, more personal.
“Just let me touch you. I’d just die if I couldn’t.” His words stab me in the chest. He’s so cruel, with his constant taunts and teases. I’d rather he just shouted and screamed at me but his sweet words laced with venom hit so much worse.
As I start to sob, he kisses me and my arms wrap around his neck for support. At least that’s what I tell myself it’s for. My nipples brush against his chest, the rough skin there creating a delicious friction that sends electric sparks to my clit that he keeps stroking gently. His tongue is deep in my mouth and mine ends up tracing the scar on his lip.
All too soon, he’s pulling away, my body tries to follow his making my weight go off balance but he steadies me.
White stars fill my vision and for a moment I think I’m actually going to faint. When they fade I see that my hands have found their way to his chest again.
“Why are you doing this? Taunting me with whatever this is!” I cry as I jerk away from him.
“Just taking care of what’s mine.” His dark, hooded eyes trace down my body and I swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat.
What’s his?I try not to read too much into what that could actually mean.
“Like a pet,” I say weakly and his carefree half-smile returns.
“Yes, and I think my little kitten needs feeding.”
He turns the water off and scoops me up in his arms. The slippery feel of our bodies together makes my pussy clench on air and for the briefest of moments I wish his cock were inside me again.
I hate how he’s able to manhandle me so easily, like I’m a doll for him to play with and put down when he’s bored.
7
DEAN
As I enter the club, I spot my friend, Bones, waving me over from our usual table.
He’s been wanting to hang out for weeks now but I’ve been busy with work and since having Willow I’ve been blowing him off. After he messaged me this morning saying he’s coming over I said I’d meet him tonight instead.
When I sit down, Bones stares at me from across the table like he knows something’s different about me. His long fingers tap the side of his drink making his ringsclinkagainst the glass
I’ve not seen him in a while, especially since I’ve been extra busy at home and have yet to update him on my currentsituation.
We met years ago through the job and after doing a few contracts together and discovering we have the same thirst for killing we became close friends.
“Carver, there’s something you’re not telling me,” he says as his dark eyes start to drift to a topless woman that’s heading our way.
The club we’re in tonight is his choice of venue, most of the places we hang out in are open to people like us. The guy that owns this place uses the backroom for dealing out jobs amongst other illegal and unsavory things. It’s a sort of neutral zone where no one’s allowed to kill each other and no one asks questions.
I use my alias whilst I’m in places like this. Everyone does, it’s safer that way.Carverwasn’t exactly my choice for a name but it stuck after I left my first trail of corpses so brutally carved up that half of them weren’t even identifiable when I was done.
You can pick up new jobs and cash in on completed ones here. It just so happens that the majority of these places are also strip clubs. I’ve never complained before and this particular club also lets you get your dick wet.