Is He My Savior Or More Sin? Ch. 02

He pointed me to the table, 'You eat; I'll shower. Don't open the door,' and he disappeared into the bathroom. I realised it had been days since I'd eaten and although I knew I should use this time to look for his ID, his phone, my own clothes, I ended up sat at the table picking bits off everything in front of me. As I was working my way through a plate of fresh fruit, he walked out the bathroom wearing one small towel and drying his hair on another. A piece of watermelon slipped out of my hand and fell to the table. I didn't notice, I was transfixed on the man in front of me. If a girl was to create a fantasy mafia don/sex-god/demon, it would look just like this!

'Are you aware you are staring?' He asked, smiling, 'And you might want to close your mouth, you are drooling!'

I sat up properly, looked away and forced my mouth shut. I gave myself something to do and poured him a coffee. As he sat down to drink it, his phone buzzed and he opened it, read and tapped out a quick reply. He asked if I was ok, was there anything else I wanted to eat and if I needed any medication.

A knock on the door and a call of 'Concierge' had me on my feet and flying past him. He tried to grab me but I veered out his reach. He called out to me that he'd arranged some clothes for me but I'd already hidden in the wardrobe behind all his clothes hanging up.

His hand reached in and pulled me out, 'It really is just clothes for you, on a rail out there. Come on, take a shower and get dressed, and you can decide whether you want to go to the police station, or a friend's place... or mine?'

He led me to the shower, turned on the water and tested the heat. He turned to leave the room but I grabbed hold of his arm and looked deep into his eyes, pleading not to be left alone. His towel hit the floor and we stepped into shower together. He leaned back against the wall and turned me around so my back was to him and pulled me under the water to get my hair wet. He squeezed some shampoo and started to slowly wash my hair. He was gentle and took his time. He rinsed and applied conditioner, still slow and gentle, his hands firmly staying above my shoulders but I was aware of what was growing and pressing into the small of my back.

He pulled me back against him tight, my head resting against his chest. 'Close your eyes, breathe, relax.' He whispered in my ear as he reached for the soap and squeezed some over each shoulder. He let the water flow down the front of my body before his fingers slid over me collecting soap and foaming it over my skin, my neck, my shoulders, down my arms and even between each of my fingers. His touch was gentle but firm and was lighting a fire in me. He raised both my arms and placed my hands behind his head. He squeezed more soap into his hands and ran his hands slowly down my arms.

I knew my breasts were pushed up and out in this position and he was taking in the view as his chin rested on my shoulder. He skimmed a soapy hand across my nipples, so quick I almost thought I had imagined it. They were painfully hard now and I was inwardly imploring him to touch them. Instead, he seemed to be amusing himself trying to see how much of a direct hit on my engorged nipples he could get from the shower spray as his hands soaped up my stomach. I had images racing around my mind of his hands grabbing and groping my breasts, roughly handling them, relentless until I just had to match his touch with my own hand on my clit. I'm sure he could feel my whole body responding to him as he whispered, 'You are beautiful, in every way,' before pushing me forward and declaring it time to rinse the conditioner!

I'm sure he delighted in my audible frustrated grunt as he lathered up my hair and told me to keep my eyes shut. Once rinsed he drew my hair together, squeezed the worst of the water out and rested it on my shoulders. He turned me to the wall and placed my hands up high on the wall, he motioned for my feet to move back a little and then he gently kicked them wider apart. 'Now, where did I get to? Was it here?' He asked, placing the soap bottle against the bottom of my stomach and squeezing. 'Oh, I forgot your back, tut tut.' He scooped up the soap and moved his attention to my back, starting right at my neck and work slowly inwards and outwards as he moved down my back.

His hands drove me crazy, his dirty words in my ear, telling all the things he wanted to do to me, all the ways he'd fuck me and all the clamps and whips he'd use on me and how much he loved that I was pressing my ass harder and harder against him hearing these words. His hands did suddenly reach round and grab my breasts and he wasn't gentle now, squeezing them, mashing them, crushing them so that my hard nipples rubbed against the wall. His hands dropped to my pussy, lifting me up by my thighs and impaling my pussy onto his rock-hard cock exquisitely. I lost it and came hard on him which just encouraged him to fuck me harder and faster until he too released deep inside me. 'Fucking beautiful bitch!' He exclaimed as both of us still had shudders rocking through us. I had to laugh to myself, mainly as it was all I was capable of, as he just calmly and casually carried on washing us both down! I couldn't breathe, could barely stand and he just finished the task!

Wrapped in towels and robes, he held my hand and led me to the sofa. He poured two drinks, despite the early hour and told me to talk. I took the drink down in one and asked who he was first. He told me his name and explained that he was sort of a good guy in that he eradicated the worst of the bad men. It wasn't official in any way and he had done some really bad things, but only to the very bad men. I believed him and told him everything. In short how he'd had a very nasty client who wanted two sisters for a weekend, he'd kidnapped us to fulfil this need. It had been horrific; the man had evil tastes and I don't think either of us expected to live past that first night. The customer had been satisfied and completed the deal and we were carried back to his house, where a doctor tended to our wounds. Weeks later, before we'd healed, we were told it was happening again and we'd secured another deal. This went on for years but my sister had disappeared about six months in, I'd been told she was being kept elsewhere and I needed to do better, or she'd suffer more.

As I talked, I could see him fighting to control his fury. His fists balled the entire time. He fetched another drink and asked what happened the night he found me.

I told him how he'd decided to take me to this important client himself; he'd stay and make sure I behaved. In the car, he'd noticed some of my bruises and had flipped that he could see them. He'd stopped the car and beaten me for the dress he'd given me not covering the bruises he'd also given me. I'd known that this night was probably my last so when we stopped at lights, I'd stabbed his leg with a screwdriver I'd noticed in the door pocket and run!

I'd had no idea how far or for how long I'd run but it was raining and dark and I just needed to stop. I'd found myself outside a bar, dark and not many people; I'd realised it was futile- he'd find me, I had nowhere to go. I asked the concerned-looking barman for a bottle of tequila; might as well get numb before I was caught. Then you stormed through the doors and... 'You passed out!' He finished for me.

He got up and went to the clothes rack. He picked things he thought might feel safe to wrap up in, leggings and a sweater. He grabbed some underwear, socks and trainers and told me to get dressed. He started to pack his suitcase and threw the rest of the clothes for me in as well. He threw on clothes and said that if I was comfortable, we should go to his place, my friends would be watched and there were definitely corrupt cops on his payroll. I nodded.

He opened the bedside table and pulled out his gun and a box of bullets. He looked at me to reassure me. I looked at him and said 'Glock, 9mm.'

He stood up straight, clearly surprised! 'Yes! Can you load it, shoot it?' His eyes widened as I took it from him and released the magazine and pulled back the slide. I counted 17 bullets into the magazine and pushed it firmly back into the gun body. I released the slide and placed the gun facing away from us onto the table.

'WOW! You're full of surprises!' He exclaimed and we left the hotel. In the car, he placed a hand on my leg and winked as he invited me to 'Come and play with some toys.'