HELLO BEAUTIFUL

by evilgrin on 11 Jan 2006, 23:59
::FOUR::

Watching her is hell. Thinking about her is worse. I’ve been doing both for hours. I never was much for waiting, when I didn’t have to. I want this over. For a lot of reasons.

I watched this rip her apart long enough, I don’t want to watch her go dark over it. Not again. One of these days she won’t come back from it, and she won’t be Ava anymore. Won’t be MY Ava, anyways.

Close the distance between us. I don’t care so much if I get spotted. Those two have a slow acting tranq in them, they won’t be able to hurt her. Don’t think they could anyways. Maybe not hurt her physically.

There are a lot of ways to hurt a woman that’ll never leave a mark on her. I’ve been thinking about that all day. I’ve been thinking about how much more she can take. About how much more I want her to. Ava will never break. But she will adapt. If she keeps adapting, will she get to the point where she doesn’t need me anymore? Doesn’t want me anymore? The more I think about it, the less I want her to do this.

She has the two men sitting down on the edge of a concrete rail. Standing back now, looking a little awkward in her heels on the uneven floor. Her hands on the back of a wooden barstool, the only one in the room. She doesn’t notice me when I slide up behind her. At least not until the last second, when she looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. If she knew how sexy she looked when she did it, she isn’t letting on.

Slide my hand over her thigh, resting on her bare belly. This isn’t exactly what the two guys expected, but they’re both a little groggy, and the idea that they might still get their hands on their waitress keeps them from reacting. I don’t mind using that to my advantage. As long as Ava doesn’t have to touch them, and I’m in control of how far she takes it.

Lips against her shoulder, her neck, her ear. “I don’t want you to be the one to do this, this time, Ava.” She’s the only one that can hear me. My hands on her hips, guide her over to sit her down. “Sit pretty for me, baby. Don’t say anything. Just let them watch you.”

She doesn’t say anything, but looks a little puzzled. Kiss her pink lips, carefully, so she still looks perfect. “Trust me.” She sits down, the tiny skirt riding up even more. What was just a pale shadow of her black thong is now evident, especially to the two men in front of her.

I’ve been watching her all night. If anyone knows the effect she can have on a man, it’s me. Move behind these two creeps, squat down, one elbow on each of their shoulders. Ava, sitting on the barstool, right in front of me. Her eyes hold mine, difficult with goggles. It’s dark enough that I can take them off. Catch her eyes. That whirling madness that lies behind them starts to leave. She’s coming back from the edge. Relief.

Knees just touching, toes resting on the bottom rung of the barstool. From where I’m sitting, these fuckers too, for that matter, I get a shot right up her skirt, her little black thong showing under the hem. It’s cold in here. Goosebumps up her legs. Nipples hard through the fabric of that shirt she’s wearing. Her eyes watching me the whole time, trying to find out where I’m going with this. Can’t help but smile at her.

“Bet you two would give just about anything for a piece of that right now, wouldn’t you.”

Not really a question. Didn’t want it to be. Just wanted to say it loud enough that Ava would hear. A little smile. She leans back a little on the stool, her hands behind her. Makes her nipples stand up even more through the shirt, if that was possible. Opens her legs, just a little, toes still resting on the bottom rail. Her eyes haven’t left me the entire time. This isn’t for anyone else but me.

“She’s only fifteen.” A lie, so what? “A little old for you.”

Spreads her legs a little more, her toes resting on the outside of the bar stool. One bright pink fingernail tracing a line up the inside of her thigh. More than one way to break a man, Ava.

“W..ww..what do you want for her?”

Restrain the urge to break his neck for it. “Just a little information. Nothing major. A location. Easy.”

Right beside his ear, like a voice in his own head talking to him. Make it easy for him to go along. He’s hard already. Hell, I know I am. Look to Ava. She doesn’t take her eyes off me, slides that fingernail up under the skirt, one slow stroke over herself. I can hear this fucker whimper underneath me.

“I don’t know if I can do that.” His voice is thick. I know the feeling. She makes it hard to breathe around her. Like everything in you has just stopped. Your body rushing every bit of blood to your dick, to the point where you can’t think straight anymore.

Smile at Ava. “Sure you can, it’s so easy…” A whisper, right in his ear, I don’t want to touch him, but it’s close. Just as Ava slides one finger inside her panties. She bites her lip as she does it.

He talks.

“Franks, you get that?” He’ll get back to me in a second. Ava stands up behind the stool again, as though the past few minutes hasn’t happened at all.

“What the fuck’s going on here! You fucking cunt……”

As far as he gets with it. Handful of hair, grab the chin. Surprisingly easy to break a man’s neck. I leave him, broken, beside his partner, his head resting at an odd angle against the other man’s leg. Probably lost that hard on now, I’m betting.

“Come here, baby.”

Grab the other guy, make him sit on the ground, so it’s harder for him to get up and make a run for it. Little clicks of her heels, echoing in the empty room. Stand far enough back so I can hold her, but he can’t touch her. Haven’t lost my hard on. Phone to my ear, waiting for Franks to confirm. Hold Ava around the waist, her ass pressing into me. Lean down, kiss her neck. She slides the finger that was inside her under my nose, over lips. Lick her fingers.

“Franks…………thanks.”

“They’re safe, baby, they’re all safe now.”

I prefer to use knives. I don’t want this fucker to bleed on me. Don’t want Ava getting any of his blood on her. One shot. Sure, part of me would like to draw this out. Would love to draw this out for days. But that’s days that I wouldn’t be spending doing something I’d rather be doing.

Ava didn’t want anything left of either of them. Wanted them to vanish, completely. Acid takes care of it. We stay just long enough to make sure it’s done.

Outside, down the side of the building, and I can’t wait any longer. She’s been all I can think of all night, and the last bit of it has just put me over the top. Hands on either side of her, against the wall. Lean in, nip her lip, gently. Listen to her breath in small pants, before kissing her fully, sliding a hand under her shirt.

Something makes me stop. Pull back for a second, and just look at her. I haven’t just been watching her all day. I’ve been thinking about her all day. Thinking about how I treat her. She’s MINE. But not because I own her. She’s mine because she wants to be mine.

“Tell me what you want, baby…..”

What SHE wants.