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You were having a good dream. You were on the beach, soaking in the sun, head tilted back on the perfect beach chair, in your favorite bikini, the gentle breeze blowing…
No. This wasn’t right.
You took the gun from beneath your pillow and swung it around on instinct. But he was already there at your back, had been the one blowing against your ear, and it was nothing for him to grab your wrist as it made its arc, twist it slightly, and make you drop your gun with a sharp cry.
He caught the weapon before it hit the bed and threw it into a dark corner of the room. You wouldn’t need that for what was coming next.
In one smooth motion, he had you on your back, straddling your hips, fully costumed, his balaclava covering most of his face.
“Hey, A. How you been?,” he said brightly, using the pseudonym you were given as his handler. He wasn’t supposed to know your real name.
Just like he wasn’t supposed to know where you live.
“What do you want, Dex?,” you said flatly, as though you were unsurprised.
He sighed dramatically and sat up, resting his dense weight on your pelvis. You fought down a grimace. Even though you knew he was muscular, he still felt heavier than he should have been.
“No hi? No how are you? No where have you been?” His voice lowered, “That’s rude.”
“You’re not supposed to be here,” you said in the same indifferent tone as before.
“I know. That last little job, it was supposed to be my last little job, wasn’t it?”
He removed one of his many blades and slit your nightshirt from hem to throat, parting it and exposing your naked body to the air…and his gaze.
You kept silent. What was the point in lying if he already knew? Or apologizing?
“Did you even miss me?,” he said, sounding almost hurt. “After you thought I was gone?”
“Dex…we can talk about this…”
He punched the wall just above the headboard, and you jumped. Sheet rock dust rained on you from the hole he’d left.
“No. We can’t. If you wanted to talk, it should have happened before.”
He casually fondled one of your breasts, his thumb circling a nipple.
“You know how long I dreamed about seeing what you looked like under those damn suits? I used to get off to it. Not every night, but a lot of nights.” He pinched your nipple and twisted it hard, mouth tilted in a half-grin. “Better than my dreams.”
“You need to leave, Dex.”
“You need to think about how tempted I am to make you suck on one of my knives,” he said coldly.
You froze like a scared animal, your heart jumping into your throat. You could never forget how dangerous he was.
He began fondling your other breast, cupping and massaging them in both hands, his grip firm yet gentle. In any other context, this would be pleasurable, relaxing - a reminder that his skills could be used in other ways.
He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing, not really, his subconscious taking on the mental load of directing his grip and tension, while the front of his brain focused on you.
You shifted subtly, tension rising in your groin. This was…too good. You didn’t like this. Didn’t like the way you fear seemed to amplify it.
He smiled down at you, his broad hands cradling your breasts. “You like that, huh? I could have made you feel good before. If only you’d asked.”
“I don’t want to, Dex,” you responded tightly, in a professional tone. “I’m uncomfortable.”
“That’s the point, A. But you might like it eventually. You already like this.” His fingers splayed over your nipples, like he was spreading a deck of cards.
Your thighs slid along each other before you could stop it. You forced yourself to be still, closed your eyes, exhaled slow, and bit the inside of one cheek to steady yourself.
He gripped your jaw, tightening his hand until you worried he might pop a tooth free.
“No. You keep your eyes open. On me.” He let your jaw go and returned to your breasts, toying with them.
“Dex…,” you started.
“Shut up.” He raised his hand as if about to backhand you, and your teeth clicked together as your jaw snapped shut.
“Every time you talk, you lie. Tonight, you’re going to be honest with me for the first time, and it won’t require words. Though you might wind up saying a few anyway. Words like ‘please’ and ‘stop’ and ‘I’m sorry.” He laughed coarsely. “Yeah, those are good words.”
You stared but didn’t say anything.
“You’re going to put your arms above your head now. You’re going to keep them there.” He removed two knives from his belt, spun them, and staked them to the wall. “Or I’m pinning you there with these. You won’t like that. Palm wounds…nasty.”
You swallowed audibly and nodded. He slunk down until his chest was to yours, and his legs between your spread ones. You could feel the start of an erection, one that filled rapidly when he slowly rolled his hips and dragged the length of his cock along your pussy.
He paused, reached down, and you felt his fingers gently touch your cunt.
“I can’t believe this. You’re fucking wet. Are you a freak like me, A? Do you like when things get dangerous in bed?”
“Dex…”
“Don’t lie, he warned. “I’ll know, and I’ll hurt you.”
“Yes,” you answered evenly, “I like when things are…intense in bed.”
“Intense? You’re getting all the intensity you can stand tonight. Not that you’ll be able to stand by the end. Limp, maybe. Or crawl. If you’re lucky.”
His nose gently touched yours, nuzzling almost affectionately. “Do you think you’ll be lucky tonight, A? Answer honestly.”
“No. No Dex, I do not.”
“That’s the right answer. And do you know what your prize is?”
“What is it?”
“My full, undivided attention. Congratulations, A. You’ve won the jackpot.”