extreme remorse. I slid the pad toward him, putting my watch under the table.
He looked at the pad and nodded while giving a triumphant fist jab in the air.
I wrote again on the pad and showed Steve. "This was the last assignment I got." Bastards made me flog Tara and not show remorse.
He paused and read it. I wasn 't sure why it felt so good to tell Steve things. Maybe it was the way his face became a mask of genuine misery. Felt good.
" That's atrocious," he breathed before turning the screen to me.
I read the list, skimming then paused at one idea and wrote it down. "You have no fucking clue." I continued looking at the list, writing every idea I could use. When I had it narrowed down to six ideas, I stopped and showed Steve. "Wonder if we can find a store with these sex supplies?"
Steve read it and a grin slowly filled his face. "I can arrange it."
****
I looked out the window of the limo, tying to be inconspicuous about checking the sky. Where was it? I wanted to call Steve to ask. We'd made it through half a day with no assignments. It was fucking eerie. Like the calm before the storm of the century.
The window between Steve and us lowered. "Look at that!"
Thank fuck.
I quickly scooted next to Tara and smiled at the plane writing letters in the sky.
" Oh, neat." Tara began sounding out each letter as it was sprayed. S… o…. r….r….y. "Sorry?"
" Huh," I said. "Some jerk must be reeeeally sorry for something."
She turned to me. "You?"
" Me? Sure I'm sorry. For stuff. I've done."
" Did you do that for me? For stupid things you've done lately?"
" Um." Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "No. Not me."
She studied me for a while then slammed her back against the seat. "Figures."
I sat there, trying to think of something to say. Shit. There was nothing. Nothing to fucking say. This went so fucking great, didn 't it?
" Oh great," she muttered, pulling her phone out. She looked at it then choked on incredulity. "What? I don't remember what that means." She threw the phone at me.
I looked at it and despite my frustration a thrill shot through me. Lucian performs edge-play on Tara.
Fuck. That could be…bad. Or good.
"What is it?" She formed the words into a command, glaring at me.
" I have to… do things that come close…to things."
Her brows shot up. "You take a class in obscurity?"
" To put it loosely, I have to almost kill you in various ways while fucking you."
" Oh boy." Steve put the privacy panel up in record speed.
Tara 's eyes widened briefly before becoming bored looking. "Sounds like a blast. Can't wait." She removed her shirt and bra, looking up at the ceiling. "Maybe you can slip and put me out of my misery?"
Pain stabbed me and I barely managed a smile. "I don't fuck unconscious or dead women, sweetheart."
" Well that's good to know." She removed her pants next and I watched her hips come into view. Fucking amazing how the sight of her naked body was like a punch in the dick. And the sight of her pain was a punch in my heart.
I moved from the seat and knelt before her. "In the middle. And hold the back of the seat, love."
I gazed at her breasts, letting desire take over my body and mind. I let it enter the directive I was given and skimmed my fingers over her outstretched arms then slowly toward her hard nipples and heaving chest.
"You're ready for this?"
She swallowed and closed her eyes, not answering. I leaned in and put my mouth at her ear while strumming the back of my fingers over a nipple, gripping her arm tightly, biting into the muscle with a near angry dominance. Near brutal. "You know how much I hate hurting you?"
Her breaths came faster and erratic. No doubt her anger and desire waging a war. And I knew before it was over, that inner battle field would be bloody and my hands would be guilty. "Tell me you know how much I hate it. Just say yes." I skimmed my lips along her jaw and nipped softly at her lips with mine, licking at the seam. I let my hunger have me and sucked her
He looked at the pad and nodded while giving a triumphant fist jab in the air.
I wrote again on the pad and showed Steve. "This was the last assignment I got." Bastards made me flog Tara and not show remorse.
He paused and read it. I wasn 't sure why it felt so good to tell Steve things. Maybe it was the way his face became a mask of genuine misery. Felt good.
" That's atrocious," he breathed before turning the screen to me.
I read the list, skimming then paused at one idea and wrote it down. "You have no fucking clue." I continued looking at the list, writing every idea I could use. When I had it narrowed down to six ideas, I stopped and showed Steve. "Wonder if we can find a store with these sex supplies?"
Steve read it and a grin slowly filled his face. "I can arrange it."
****
I looked out the window of the limo, tying to be inconspicuous about checking the sky. Where was it? I wanted to call Steve to ask. We'd made it through half a day with no assignments. It was fucking eerie. Like the calm before the storm of the century.
The window between Steve and us lowered. "Look at that!"
Thank fuck.
I quickly scooted next to Tara and smiled at the plane writing letters in the sky.
" Oh, neat." Tara began sounding out each letter as it was sprayed. S… o…. r….r….y. "Sorry?"
" Huh," I said. "Some jerk must be reeeeally sorry for something."
She turned to me. "You?"
" Me? Sure I'm sorry. For stuff. I've done."
" Did you do that for me? For stupid things you've done lately?"
" Um." Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "No. Not me."
She studied me for a while then slammed her back against the seat. "Figures."
I sat there, trying to think of something to say. Shit. There was nothing. Nothing to fucking say. This went so fucking great, didn 't it?
" Oh great," she muttered, pulling her phone out. She looked at it then choked on incredulity. "What? I don't remember what that means." She threw the phone at me.
I looked at it and despite my frustration a thrill shot through me. Lucian performs edge-play on Tara.
Fuck. That could be…bad. Or good.
"What is it?" She formed the words into a command, glaring at me.
" I have to… do things that come close…to things."
Her brows shot up. "You take a class in obscurity?"
" To put it loosely, I have to almost kill you in various ways while fucking you."
" Oh boy." Steve put the privacy panel up in record speed.
Tara 's eyes widened briefly before becoming bored looking. "Sounds like a blast. Can't wait." She removed her shirt and bra, looking up at the ceiling. "Maybe you can slip and put me out of my misery?"
Pain stabbed me and I barely managed a smile. "I don't fuck unconscious or dead women, sweetheart."
" Well that's good to know." She removed her pants next and I watched her hips come into view. Fucking amazing how the sight of her naked body was like a punch in the dick. And the sight of her pain was a punch in my heart.
I moved from the seat and knelt before her. "In the middle. And hold the back of the seat, love."
I gazed at her breasts, letting desire take over my body and mind. I let it enter the directive I was given and skimmed my fingers over her outstretched arms then slowly toward her hard nipples and heaving chest.
"You're ready for this?"
She swallowed and closed her eyes, not answering. I leaned in and put my mouth at her ear while strumming the back of my fingers over a nipple, gripping her arm tightly, biting into the muscle with a near angry dominance. Near brutal. "You know how much I hate hurting you?"
Her breaths came faster and erratic. No doubt her anger and desire waging a war. And I knew before it was over, that inner battle field would be bloody and my hands would be guilty. "Tell me you know how much I hate it. Just say yes." I skimmed my lips along her jaw and nipped softly at her lips with mine, licking at the seam. I let my hunger have me and sucked her
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