Contract Lover
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,442
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Acceptance
Chapter 6
Dawn stalked blindly through the city streets, her eyes full of tears. It wasn’t fair! John was the best man she’d ever met! He was sensitive and caring and he was an incredible lover. Much as she hated to admit it to herself, she thought she was falling in love with him. He seemed so sweet and gentle, and yet there were those guns. She knew what sniper rifles were for, and it wasn’t for home defense. And as for rocket launchers and C-4, she couldn’t imagine why a gun collector would have those, not to the extent that he did, anyway.
Dawn turned down a dark alley, preoccupied with her musings. She failed to hear footsteps behind her. Her first warning was when someone pushed her violently down. She gave a muffled scream as she fell face-first into a pile of trash bags. Someone behind her laughed lewdly, lifting her skirt up. Another person pressed her tight against the trash bags and thrust his hands roughly into her blouse, tearing it open and squeezing her breasts painfully. Hands tore her panties off, and someone turned her over and shoved the wadded-up silk into her mouth. She screamed and cried, muffled by the gag, as she saw a group of five young men standing around her, a mixed bag between Mexicans, Blacks, and some skinny white kids. One stood in front of her, his pants around his ankles, laughing and calling her foul names. They all stunk of booze, and their pupils were dilated. Dawn struggled and bucked, but one held each of her limbs and she was helpless. The one in front of her got situated and she looked up at the night sky, silently begging for help.
Suddenly the night was split by a muffled crack. The kid standing in front of her jerked and the left side of his head blew out, splattering bone and brain matter across the alley. A second later, a huge gloved hand reached out of the alley’s gloom and took the one holding her left leg by the chin. Another hand grabbed the back of his head, and they twisted with a sickening crack. The punk fell, dead, sightless eyes staring straight backwards. Before the Mexican holding her other leg could react, the silencer huffed again and he fell, a hole between his eyes. The one on her other leg died as a hand snapped to his face, shoving his nose into his brain. The last one turned to run and went down with a bullet in the center of his back. Dawn’s rescuer stepped forward and coldly shot the squirming, dying junky in the face. Dawn stared in fear as the man turned toward her, then suddenly sobbed with relief when she saw who it was.
It was John. He had come to save her. He pulled the makeshift gag out of her mouth and held her close, as she sobbed into his shoulder. He kissed her head and rocked her. At that moment, Dawn didn’t care who John was. She didn’t care that he had just killed five teenagers. All she cared about was that he had saved her, he had come for her.
“Thank you,” she said, softly, still crying.
“My pleasure,” he said, then took her in his arms and lifted her up. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere safe.” Dawn’s sobs slowly stopped as he carried her through the streets. She was safe in his arms.
* * *
Half an hour later Dawn sat on the couch in John’s living room, leaning against him, a mug of strong coffee in her hands. She was wearing one of his shirts, which was comically big on her, and was wrapped in a blanket. She had finally stopped shaking, and now she was ready to ask him some questions.
“John,” she said, tremulously.
“Yeah?” he said, stroking her hair.
“What are you?” Dawn turned and looked into his eyes. He sighed and looked away. Dawn put her hand on his cheek and brought him back to look at her.
“I’m not going to judge you,” she said, softly. “But I have to know. Obviously, the gun enthusiast cover is blown, so please, tell me. What are you? What do you do, and how do you know how to fight like that?”
John looked at her, his face unreadable.
“Do you swear not to judge me?” Dawn felt a thrill of fear and foreboding in her stomach, but she slowly nodded.
He closed his eyes and then spoke.
“I’m an assassin.”
Dawn’s eyes widened and she stared up at him, speechless. She’d been half-expecting to hear something like this, but it still hit her hard.
“Y-you mean with the government?” she asked, hoping desperately.
He sighed and stared away, over her shoulder.
“No. I’m freelance, what some people call a hitman. I take contracts.”
John stared down at her now, his face slightly hard.
“So, now you know. Got anything to say?”
Dawn laid her head against his chest and took a ragged breath, then looked back up at him. “Yes. I have something to say.”
His eyes were hard now, as the stoic, cold mask went up. “What?”
Dawn took his face in her hands and pulled him down for a long, slow kiss.
“I don’t care.”
John stared down at her, taken aback. She grinned at him and kissed him again.
“This is what I care about, John. I about the fact that you’re the best lover and one of the nicest men I’ve ever met. I care about the fact that you saved my life and my soul tonight, saved me from being used like a rag by those bastards. That’s enough for me.”
Slowly, a joyful smile spread on John’s face. He pulled her tight against him and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you, Dawn.”
A thrill shot through her and tears came to her eyes as she heard him say those words. She kissed him desperately and said,
“I love you too. No matter what.”
John carried her to the bed, and they slowly undressed each other before sinking to the mattress. Dawn crawled up onto John’s massive chest and kissed him fiercely, entangling her tongue with his. He slid his hands up her back, grazing his nails against her spine, making her shiver. John pulled her closer to him and kissed her neck softly, light touches of his lips moving up and down the sensitive skin. Gently, he rolled over on top of her, moving his lips along her jawline now, his hands tracing gentle patterns on her stomach. Dawn gasped as he brought his hands to her breasts, then leaned down and sucked her hard nipple. He ran a hand across her stomach and then stroked a finger across her wet pussy, bringing a small moan from her mouth. Dawn grasped his lean hips and pulled him down to her, taking his manhood in her hand and gently stroking its head against her wet slit. They both moaned at the horribly teasing sensation. John took her hand and laced his fingers with hers. She gasped as he slid inside her. Their hips moved in rhythm, meeting each other’s thrusts, moaning each other’s names as the pleasure built higher and higher. Finally they both cried out as the orgasm hit, waves of pleasure running through them. John kissed her one last time and collapsed on the bed next to her, snuggling her against him. Dawn laid her head on his chest, and slowly they dropped off to sleep, exhausted by the days events.
* * *
The next night, Dawn came to work two hours early and was immediately confronted by her boss.
“You!” he said, pointing a sausage-finger at her. “Where the hell were you last night?”
Dawn looked at him coldly. “I was with my boyfriend. I’ve had a change of heart, boss. I’ve decided I don’t need this job anymore. I quit.” She laid her uniform on the bar, neatly folded, then turned and walked away, leaving Al spluttering in the diner. God, but that felt good!
As she strolled along the street toward her car, she considered what she’d do now. Maybe she’d try her hand at teaching again. She’d spent six years in that godforsaken school learning how to teach, so she might as well take advantage of it. Being let go from one school because she wouldn’t take her panties off for the superintendent shouldn’t stop her for the rest of her life. She got in her car and drove away, already planning where she would apply.
END CHAPTER 6
Well, there we are. Sorry this took so incredibly FREAKING long to write. Between holiday busyness (I’m beginning to get a case of bah-humbug) and a bit of writer’s block, I haven’t spent much time lately on this. Hope to have next update faster, read and review!
Dawn stalked blindly through the city streets, her eyes full of tears. It wasn’t fair! John was the best man she’d ever met! He was sensitive and caring and he was an incredible lover. Much as she hated to admit it to herself, she thought she was falling in love with him. He seemed so sweet and gentle, and yet there were those guns. She knew what sniper rifles were for, and it wasn’t for home defense. And as for rocket launchers and C-4, she couldn’t imagine why a gun collector would have those, not to the extent that he did, anyway.
Dawn turned down a dark alley, preoccupied with her musings. She failed to hear footsteps behind her. Her first warning was when someone pushed her violently down. She gave a muffled scream as she fell face-first into a pile of trash bags. Someone behind her laughed lewdly, lifting her skirt up. Another person pressed her tight against the trash bags and thrust his hands roughly into her blouse, tearing it open and squeezing her breasts painfully. Hands tore her panties off, and someone turned her over and shoved the wadded-up silk into her mouth. She screamed and cried, muffled by the gag, as she saw a group of five young men standing around her, a mixed bag between Mexicans, Blacks, and some skinny white kids. One stood in front of her, his pants around his ankles, laughing and calling her foul names. They all stunk of booze, and their pupils were dilated. Dawn struggled and bucked, but one held each of her limbs and she was helpless. The one in front of her got situated and she looked up at the night sky, silently begging for help.
Suddenly the night was split by a muffled crack. The kid standing in front of her jerked and the left side of his head blew out, splattering bone and brain matter across the alley. A second later, a huge gloved hand reached out of the alley’s gloom and took the one holding her left leg by the chin. Another hand grabbed the back of his head, and they twisted with a sickening crack. The punk fell, dead, sightless eyes staring straight backwards. Before the Mexican holding her other leg could react, the silencer huffed again and he fell, a hole between his eyes. The one on her other leg died as a hand snapped to his face, shoving his nose into his brain. The last one turned to run and went down with a bullet in the center of his back. Dawn’s rescuer stepped forward and coldly shot the squirming, dying junky in the face. Dawn stared in fear as the man turned toward her, then suddenly sobbed with relief when she saw who it was.
It was John. He had come to save her. He pulled the makeshift gag out of her mouth and held her close, as she sobbed into his shoulder. He kissed her head and rocked her. At that moment, Dawn didn’t care who John was. She didn’t care that he had just killed five teenagers. All she cared about was that he had saved her, he had come for her.
“Thank you,” she said, softly, still crying.
“My pleasure,” he said, then took her in his arms and lifted her up. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere safe.” Dawn’s sobs slowly stopped as he carried her through the streets. She was safe in his arms.
* * *
Half an hour later Dawn sat on the couch in John’s living room, leaning against him, a mug of strong coffee in her hands. She was wearing one of his shirts, which was comically big on her, and was wrapped in a blanket. She had finally stopped shaking, and now she was ready to ask him some questions.
“John,” she said, tremulously.
“Yeah?” he said, stroking her hair.
“What are you?” Dawn turned and looked into his eyes. He sighed and looked away. Dawn put her hand on his cheek and brought him back to look at her.
“I’m not going to judge you,” she said, softly. “But I have to know. Obviously, the gun enthusiast cover is blown, so please, tell me. What are you? What do you do, and how do you know how to fight like that?”
John looked at her, his face unreadable.
“Do you swear not to judge me?” Dawn felt a thrill of fear and foreboding in her stomach, but she slowly nodded.
He closed his eyes and then spoke.
“I’m an assassin.”
Dawn’s eyes widened and she stared up at him, speechless. She’d been half-expecting to hear something like this, but it still hit her hard.
“Y-you mean with the government?” she asked, hoping desperately.
He sighed and stared away, over her shoulder.
“No. I’m freelance, what some people call a hitman. I take contracts.”
John stared down at her now, his face slightly hard.
“So, now you know. Got anything to say?”
Dawn laid her head against his chest and took a ragged breath, then looked back up at him. “Yes. I have something to say.”
His eyes were hard now, as the stoic, cold mask went up. “What?”
Dawn took his face in her hands and pulled him down for a long, slow kiss.
“I don’t care.”
John stared down at her, taken aback. She grinned at him and kissed him again.
“This is what I care about, John. I about the fact that you’re the best lover and one of the nicest men I’ve ever met. I care about the fact that you saved my life and my soul tonight, saved me from being used like a rag by those bastards. That’s enough for me.”
Slowly, a joyful smile spread on John’s face. He pulled her tight against him and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you, Dawn.”
A thrill shot through her and tears came to her eyes as she heard him say those words. She kissed him desperately and said,
“I love you too. No matter what.”
John carried her to the bed, and they slowly undressed each other before sinking to the mattress. Dawn crawled up onto John’s massive chest and kissed him fiercely, entangling her tongue with his. He slid his hands up her back, grazing his nails against her spine, making her shiver. John pulled her closer to him and kissed her neck softly, light touches of his lips moving up and down the sensitive skin. Gently, he rolled over on top of her, moving his lips along her jawline now, his hands tracing gentle patterns on her stomach. Dawn gasped as he brought his hands to her breasts, then leaned down and sucked her hard nipple. He ran a hand across her stomach and then stroked a finger across her wet pussy, bringing a small moan from her mouth. Dawn grasped his lean hips and pulled him down to her, taking his manhood in her hand and gently stroking its head against her wet slit. They both moaned at the horribly teasing sensation. John took her hand and laced his fingers with hers. She gasped as he slid inside her. Their hips moved in rhythm, meeting each other’s thrusts, moaning each other’s names as the pleasure built higher and higher. Finally they both cried out as the orgasm hit, waves of pleasure running through them. John kissed her one last time and collapsed on the bed next to her, snuggling her against him. Dawn laid her head on his chest, and slowly they dropped off to sleep, exhausted by the days events.
* * *
The next night, Dawn came to work two hours early and was immediately confronted by her boss.
“You!” he said, pointing a sausage-finger at her. “Where the hell were you last night?”
Dawn looked at him coldly. “I was with my boyfriend. I’ve had a change of heart, boss. I’ve decided I don’t need this job anymore. I quit.” She laid her uniform on the bar, neatly folded, then turned and walked away, leaving Al spluttering in the diner. God, but that felt good!
As she strolled along the street toward her car, she considered what she’d do now. Maybe she’d try her hand at teaching again. She’d spent six years in that godforsaken school learning how to teach, so she might as well take advantage of it. Being let go from one school because she wouldn’t take her panties off for the superintendent shouldn’t stop her for the rest of her life. She got in her car and drove away, already planning where she would apply.
END CHAPTER 6
Well, there we are. Sorry this took so incredibly FREAKING long to write. Between holiday busyness (I’m beginning to get a case of bah-humbug) and a bit of writer’s block, I haven’t spent much time lately on this. Hope to have next update faster, read and review!