The Hit Man (7 page)

Roderick

I sat slouched down in the seat of Julia’s Lexus SUV. Her whining was beginning to get on my nerves.

“I’m bored. I don’t know why I have to join you on these stupid stakeouts.”

“You go where I say you go and do you what I tell you to do, because you’re my fucking property. Is that clear? And since you’re so bored get your ass over here and suck my cock.”

“I can’t do that right out here on the street, Roderick. Somebody could see me.”

Before she had a chance to move I viciously locked onto a fistful of hair and pulled her face down on my groin. “The windows are tinted, and I don’t give a shit. If I tell you to suck my cock out in the open on a street corner, you’d better do it. I think that you like pissing me off just so I will discipline you, you kinky bitch.”

“You’re mean, and you’re sadistic. You just like screwing with my mind and forcing yourself on me.”

“You’re a closet masochist and you love the things I do to you. Now get my zipper down and lick the pre come off the head of my cock.” I twisted and jerked her hair signifying that I meant business.

She fumbled with my zipper and pulled my hard cock out of the jeans that housed it.

“That’s it, lick it. Lick up and up and down, like you’re slurping on an ice cream cone that’s melting. Good girl, now suck the head of my big, thick cock and run your tongue underneath the bulb.”

I gently pumped past her lips and into her mouth at first but they now became forceful thrusts into her throat. Julia worked me over, massaging my balls as she opened her throat taking everything inch I was giving her. She could give one hell of a blowjob.

“Oh girl, that is so fucking good. Ahh, I’m coming and you better take every drop of it.” I could feel my cock throbbing as I unloaded into her mouth, almost choking her. My tight grip on her hair kept her from being able to get away and she had no choice but to finish pleasuring me. “Such a good little slave, and you’re all mine,” I moaned as I stroked her blonde hair soothing her.

“Don’t ever cross one of these crazy mobsters I work with again. Hurting you for our pleasure is one thing, but I don’t ever want to have to hurt you like I did when the Governor ordered me to cut off your ring finger. You’re mine now and I want to protect you.”

It was the first time that I had shown any emotion towards her. I may not have cared about her when the Governor ordered me to cut off one of her body parts, but I did now. And she would know how much I cared.

I lifted her face up and took her chin in my hand forcing her to look at me as I spoke, “Don’t ever fuck around on me, or I will kill you,” though I said it like I was discussing the weather—the fact remained, that I was dead serious. In my mind she was my property and if she ever crossed me, she would pay for it with her life.

“Buckle up baby girl, we’re on the move.”

I looked up to see a man dressed in professional attire exiting the gothic designed home. I heard the soft hum of the engine start and I pulled out following the man I had been hired to watch. I didn’t let her know who he was, or why her owner was following him.

I knew it was the first time in her life that someone had accepted her for who she was and not what she could do for them. Everyone else wanted something from her. Even her parents wanted her to be perfect and though I expect her allegiance and obedience, I accept her the way she is—the acceptance I give her is a powerful tool that will keep her by my side.

Though we are two polar opposites, her being an upper echelon socialite and me being a bad boy biker type, we meet a need in each other that no one else can. She looked over at me and ran her hand over my shoulder length dark brown hair and smiled. She is right where she wants to be.

Miller

I woke up with a hard cock and a hot woman laid out next to me. “Get up girl and go brush your teeth and pee.” I walked behind Laura admiring her ass and her hair that hung down to it like corn silk. She was beautiful, without even a stitch of make-up, she was drop dead gorgeous—and she was mine. I made her sleep in the nude when I was there for just this reason—I liked the view.

I brushed my teeth while she peed and then we traded places.

“I’ve got plans for you girl.” I picked her up and carried her back to the bed and tossed her down. She giggled as she scurried up by the headboard trying to get away. I pulled on her ankles bringing her back down in my direction. “Come here girl, I’m hungry.”

“You are so silly Miller.”

I pushed her legs back and dove down into her pussy pulling her clit between my lips and sucking on it until she was a writhing bundle of nerves.

“That’s it baby come all over my face so I can fill you up with this raging hard-on I’ve got.”

On cue she ground into my face and came. I kept her legs pinned back and pushed my hard length into her hot little orifice. “This is what you taste like,” I taunted her before my mouth crashed down onto hers. I pulled back and looked at her. “Suck on this tongue of mine so you can see what I taste when I’m face first in that hot little box of yours.”

Her fingernails scratched down my back as I fucked her like I hated her, the pain of her nails raking down my back only added to the orgasm that raged through me. This girl was the best piece of ass I had ever encountered and I had plans of keeping her on a very short leash.

I collapsed next to her and announced that we needed to get into the shower before the movers came. I could feel her beginning to tremble and I knew that she didn’t like the thoughts of the movers being in her condo.

“It’s okay baby, you take Calli and go into your office and work. I will keep an eye on them and get them organized. They’ll be gone in no time. I’m never going to let anything happen to you.”

I took her hand and led her to the shower and jumped in with her. Even though I had just fucked her and my dick was getting hard again. I watched her as she closed her eyes and let the water pour down over her body. Damn, she looked good.

She opened her eyes as if she sensed me watching her. “You’re always so observant, Miller.” I just stared as she grabbed a bottle of men’s body wash and squirted it into her hands. Her hands ran over my body in feather tipped motions and she reached down pumping my cock with her fist and using the soap as a lubricant.

“Talk dirty to me girl.”

“You like that big thick cock of yours sheathed in my soft little hand don’t you? This big dick of yours is mine to take whenever I want to. Anytime that I feel like spreading my legs and easing down onto it I can. Whenever I want to put it in my mouth and take all ten inches of it down my throat, I will. When I want to pump it into my fist until you come all over my hand and have your come run between my fingers—I’ll do that too. Now be a good boy and come.”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and growled, “I’m nobody’s boy, now pump my cock faster and harder so I can show you how a fucking man comes.”

She tightened her grip and rapidly pumped as she stared me in the eyes. “You’re nobody’s boy, but I like getting a rise out of you. It’s fun to stir you up until you’re ready to bend me over your knee and smack my ass until I’m crying.” She began running the soft pad of her thumb under the head of the handful of my cock that she was manipulating and that was all it took to send me right over the edge.

I grabbed the soap and finished showering—we needed to hurry up before the moving company came. I was glad that she didn’t like being around strangers, because the thought of those guys looking at her infuriated me. She was mine. If any man were going to gawk at her, it would be me.

Laura

I made sure I had everything I would need to work while the moving men were here, and that included a huge mug of coffee. There was no place I would rather be than in my office with a computer and a cup of coffee, working.

I loved my job and I loved being in the universe of my making. My home was my refuge away from the chaos of the outside world. I pushed away the anxiety I felt about the movers being here today. I hated anyone being in my condo as much as I hated being outside of my condo. It was odd that I didn’t have any problems with Miller being here. I actually enjoyed him being here, and I hoped he would decide to stay full time. He took away the loneliness and the fear that had been a major part of my life for so long.

It amazed me how much people took for granted, when I would give anything to be free of this debilitating disease I suffered from. I just wanted to be normal. It would be wonderful to be able to go out and feel the warm rays of sunshine on my skin instead of having to take extra vitamins to make up for the fact that I didn’t get the necessary amount of sunshine. It seemed like agoraphobia shadowed every area of my life—even the smallest of things.

Miller

I eased around the corner and viewed one of the movers jiggling the door handle on the room that Laura was working in. It wasn’t the fact that I knew that she needed privacy and quiet to work, it was the fact that even though the man had clearly discovered that the door was locked, he was still intent on getting it open.

I stalked behind the man who was now bent down trying to forcefully jiggle the lock. He never knew what hit him until I had him by the throat and slammed him into the wall.

“Motherfucker, my woman is in there and I don’t appreciate you trying to get into her office, when she clearly locked the door for a reason.”

I knew he was looking at two yellow orbs with the threat of death and destruction in their depths—I’ve been told more than once what my eyes look like when I’m pissed. I know myself well enough to know that is the color they turn when I become enraged. I even looked in a mirror one time to see if it was true—and damned if my eyes weren’t yellow when I was pissed off. “You get the fuck out of my house and if ever see you around here again, you’ll be eating through a straw.”

The poor man was shaking and I knew it was true that he had been trying to see Laura due a picture that he had seen on my office desk. He wasn’t about to tell me—but I had seen him staring at it.

“I’m sorry Sir, I meant no harm.”

“Liar!” I hissed, directly in my victim’s face.

“Get. Out. Of. My. House.” I threw him across the hallway, chuckling as the man crawled to quickly make an escape.

I knew in that moment I would kill anyone who got near my innocent Laura. The rage that had come over me had been an all-consuming force that had caused me to see red. God help anyone who would ever make the stupid mistake of trying to hurt my girl, because if I got wind of it—nobody but God would be able to save them.

I wasn’t convinced that the man was harmless, for some reason he had desperately been trying to enter that room, and I had every intention of finding out why.

Laura

I had just sat down to work when I heard the door handle jiggle. It wouldn’t have scared me quite so badly, but whoever was on the other side of that door was intent on trying to get in. Even after they noted that it was locked.

I could feel the walls closing in on me as fear engulfed me. My breathing was now labored and I could tell that I was headed towards a full blown panic attack.

Suddenly a crash into the wall in the form of a dull thud could be heard. Even though I could now hear Miller’s voice threatening the man who had attempted getting in, I was still afraid, but now it wasn’t me that I feared for. I had never heard a man sound as dangerous as Miller did in that moment. His voice was more a territorial growl and his threats sounded more like a promise of demise. In that moment I knew I was dealing with a very dangerous man and though I might not know to what extent yet—I was convinced that as long as he was around—I was safe.

I looked up to see Miller enter as tears streamed down my face. He reached out taking my trembling body in his arms and petted my hair.

“I thought I was going into a full blown panic attack, Miller. Why was that man so intent on getting in here?”

“I plan on finding out, you can damn sure bet on that.”

“You didn’t hurt him did you?”

“Other than the handprint sized bruise that will show up on his throat tomorrow, no.”

Yes, I was dealing with a very dangerous man, but it didn’t scare me. For the first time in my life I felt safe…