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Chapter two : A blast from the past (part one).
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Chapter two.
A blast from the past.
Kain.
I blinked at the hand gun pointed between my eyes, raising my hands over my head slowly. The hand that held the gun firmly to my forehead was tanned and petite, definitely feminine.
I looked upwards at my captor and immediately I felt my stomach twist.
Fiery blue eyes stared down at me unflinchingly out of a face that was angelic but had a touch of the devil.
Ash brown hair cut into a severe pixie cut, eyes that shone with blue fire and a pair of ruby lips that were sneering at me right now.
Fuck! Those lips. I can imagine them wrapped around my cock.
She was easily the best thing I've seen in ages.
"Move or make a sound and I'll splatter your brains all over this workshop" She said, her voice husky, a total contrast to her angel face.
Who would've thought that during my final walkthrough of the workshop before Iock up for the night, I'd get tackled by the devil?
"Now" she started, pressing the ice cold barrel of the gun against my head more firmly "I'm only going to ask this once, Where is that asswipe's car?"
I could easily wrench the gun out of her grip and have her under me in two seconds flat but I was rather enjoying this position, especially with the prime view of her tits, exposed through the low neckline of her loose shirt.
Damn! She has some fucking great tits.
"Answer me!" She hissed, snapping my attention back to her face.
Seems like angel has a temper.
I bit back my grin and replied lowly, greatly amused with how things were going "What asswipe sweetheart? You've got to be specific, a lot of asswipes fix their cars here"
I loved the way her nostrils flared before slammed a fist into my chest, knocking the wind out of me "Stop trying to flirt with me and tell me where Wesley Eckhart's car is!"
I coughed, trying to regain my breath. It took a minute before I could speak again. Damn she hits hard.
"Do you want me to tell you Sweetie?"
Her eyes narrowed "In case you don't know, I'm the one holding the fucking gun here" her hand raised and she cocked the gun menacingly, before pointing back at me "So I suggest you get your lips flapping before I lose my patience"
I was tempted to tease her again, drag this position out for as long as I can but I glimsped something in her eye, something that made my blood run cold and my heart race in exhilaration.
This craziness....
Fuck! This girl was my fucking soulmate.
"His car is the red Honda on the extreme right" I let out, staring in awe as she rose to her feet sharply, the gun still pointed at me.
Fuck! Now I could see her whole body.
She wasn't skinny like those crack whores Seth dates, she had curves, curves that I wanted more than anything in this life to run my hands over while I fuck her and she screams my name. My eyes glazed over her slim waist and slightly thick thighs accentuated by the pair of jeans booty shorts she wore.
She was like a dream.
"Get up and walk to the back office" she finally said, her gruff voice echoing through the silent workshop.
I obeyed, slowly rising to my feet before walking in the direction of the back office, Angel directly behind me, her gun between my shoulder blades.
Our footsteps echoed through the shop as we both made our way across the concrete floor.
I should be scared out of my mind that a loaded gun is being pointed at me but I was calm, amused even but mostly aroused.
Besides, I get guns pointed at me all the time.
I twisted the door knob and swung the door open, everything was how I left it.
She stepped back and motioned to the single swivel chair in the small room "Sit"
I sat, deeply intrigued by what she intended to do. I watched her produce zip ties from her back pocket with her free hand. A thrill ran through me, I like being tied up, especially by beautiful, fiery, crazy ladies
I bit back the huge smile creeping up on my face and continued watching her as she tucked the gun into the back of her shorts and proceeded to start tying me up
"Make them nice and tight" I teased as she yanked on the ties, constricting my hands to the chair handrests. She sent me a dark look that had my blood pumping.
Damn, the things I would do to this girl.
When she was done, she dusted off her shorts and produced her gun again. Now I was truly her captive.
Her very willing captive.
She grabbed my jaw with her petite yet lethal fingers, yanking me to meet her gaze "Now, you're going to watch as I thrash that dipshit's car and then tomorrow, like a good little boy, when he comes to collect his car, you tell him that Elliott Frost, the bitch with the heavy fists will take her payment in blood next time he fucks with me, understand?" She finished, her eyes glowing like ice chips.
Fuck! Her threats turn me the fuck on.
"I'm not a good boy" I answered, a little grin on my lips "but I could be for you"
She leaned closer, our lips almost touching, her breath smelled sweet, like candy and I could catch a whiff of her natural scent, she didn't smell girly, like the flowery perfumes girls slather themselves with nowadays, instead she smelt like rain and freshly cut grass and I loved it.
Shit! That made me so fucking hard for her.
"So you're a bad boy huh?" She asked, this time her voice low and rough, vibrating through me, giving me goosebumps.
"I'm anything you want me to be sweetie" I whispered back to her, enjoying our closeness and her warm hand sliding down my neck before curving around my throat, choking me, cutting off my air. Fuck! I loved that.
Her voice was at my ear now, low and vicious and all so sexy "I just need you to be the messenger now and tell that fuck what I just said, got it baby?"
I loved this girl.
She drew my earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it, turning me to rock in my pants. I closed my eyes to savour the feeling of her mouth on me until she stopped.
I opened my eyes to meet hers
That was way hot.
"Hmm, you have pretty eyes baby" She whispered before giving me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen "Black is my favorite color"
The next morning, my boss found me still strapped to the chair, with a car that was basically scrap metal now and a big ass smile on my face.
To be continued.......
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