Dark knight, p.6
Dark Knight, page 6
I stroke faster as the fantasy plays out, ending with her pussy tightening on my cock as she climaxes. My balls tighten and I brace for release. A long, low groan escapes me as I ejaculate. Rope after rope of semen hit the wall and slide to the shower floor. I take a few deep gulps of air, my heart thumping hard. When at last I feel I am once again in control, I finish my shower.
I exit and wrap a towel low on my waist. I use another to dry my hair, returning to the kitchen. Breakfast at the coffee shop seems so long ago and I am starving. I am perusing the contents of the refrigerator when I hear a door open in the hallway. Next, I hear a knock on another door.
“I’m in the kitchen!” I announce. I turn back to the freezer.
“I was wondering – oh shit!”
I turn and see Aurora standing in the doorway wearing my shirt, her hair wrapped in a towel and her face flustered as she looks everywhere but at me.
I grin. “Yes?”
“I -um I need a comb please,” she stammers.
“Sure.” I brush past her, inhaling her fresh scent as I stroll to my room. I return with what I hope is a big enough comb for her hair and hand it to her.
“Thank you,” Aurora mumbles, looking anywhere but my face.
I watch with a smile tugging my lips as she races back to her room. I give her a minute before I go and knock on her door.
“Yes?” Answers her sweet voice.
I open the door and see her sitting on the edge of the bed pulling the comb through her damp hair. She keeps her head averted.
“I’m warming up some wraps. Chicken or fish?” I ask.
“Fish please.”
“Beer or soda?”
“Water please.”
I return to the kitchen and pull out two meals. I leave them in the microwave while I retreat to my room and get dressed. I am wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt when I go back to the kitchen. I set the table for two and knock on her door again.
“Yes?”
“Almost done,” I inform her.
“Okay. Thank you.”
I place the meals on the respective mats and am in the process of placing ice in her glass when she emerges. Her hair is in two thick braids which drape over her shoulder and end below her breast. The ends are still a bit wet, and I can see the fabric cling to her silky brown skin. Her nipples are visible, and I can see her dusky aureoles. Her breasts sway slightly with each step as she slides into her seat.
“Thank you. I was worried when I would get the chance to eat before going to work,” she says.
“Work?” I shake my head as she looks up at me. “You’re not going to work, Aurora.”
“What?” she frowns, “But I must! I can’t be out of a job right now! I need every penny.”
“Your life has made an irreversible shift in the last few hours, Aurora. Someone wants you dead,” I remind her, noting how her shoulders stiffen at the cold remind her. “I’m your only protection and I am going to protect you. A part of that protection is you not being out without my presence and direct supervision. And I am not a man who goes everywhere and anywhere willy-nilly. Nor am I welcomed everywhere. We’re stuck with each other so we might as well get to know each other better. I think it’s best you call and quit.”
She shakes her head, arguing, “I can’t do that!”
“Well, when you don’t turn up, you’ll be fired anyway,” I say calmly.
“Mr. Drakos-” She gasps in shock at my response.
“Adrian,” I correct her.
“Adrian, you don’t understand. I have bills to pay-”
“I’ll pay them for you. This is some good fish isn’t it?” I cut her off, taking another bite of the meal in front of me.
“And I’m about to open a business-” She says.
“That will have to be on hold. Try it.” I gesture to her still untouched plate.
She bristles, “I can’t! My sister is depending on me to become her massage therapist.”
I look up at her curiously. “Massage therapist? You?”
“What’s wrong with me being a massage therapist?” She pushes her bottom lip out defiantly.
“You’re a little slip of a thing.”
“Size doesn’t matter. It’s the power in my hands,” she says pointedly, looking slightly offended.
I cock an eyebrow, amused, “Really now.”
“Yes.”
“Would you care to put your money where your mouth is when we’re done eating?” I challenge.
“I beg your pardon?” Her brows furrow slightly.
“Give me a massage.” I take a swig of beer.
“You can’t be serious.,” she snorts.
“I am,” I say with a serious face.
Aurora stares at me for a few long moments. I hold her gaze, enjoying how expressive her face is. I can almost see the wheels turning in her head. She drops her gaze first.
“Okay,” she says.
“Good. I’ll set up a space after we’re done eating. A massage therapist? This I’d like to see.”
“You will.”
For the first time since I brought her here, I see her smile. It is a sweet thing with her full lips curving upwards. I want to see her smile more often.
Chapter 12
Aurora
I take my time and pick through the fish wraps on my plate. I eat like a bird when it comes to meals and find that I have more pickings left than food by the time I am done separating everything. Had this been pastry, there would have been nothing, but crumbs left behind. That reminds me that I still have a Danish roll in my fan my pack from the coffee shop this morning.
Taking a bite, I recall the coffee shop this morning. It all seems so surreal now. As a matter of fact, the surrealness of my life seems to add a new layer each day. Now, here I am, practically living with the head of a mafia family. I look at him through my lashes, watching as he wolfs down his food. His plate is empty long before mine and he stands.
“Come to my room when you’re done.”
“Okay,” I mumble.
I try not to watch him as he moves,– the same way a deer tries not to watch the lion stalking her. When I had walked into the kitchen earlier and seen him wearing only a towel, I was caught off guard. I’ve seen him only fully clothed before and nothing had prepared me for this specimen of perfection of the male physique that is him. And I had to put a foot in my mouth and say too much. Now he expected a massage.
“But you do have to get used to touching beautiful people, especially men,” I reason with myself. “And there is no time like the present.”
I finish my meal and take my plate to the sink. I automatically wash the two plates and my glass then dry my hands. I go back to my room and start looking for things I can use for a massage in lieu of my usual stash of oils and creams. Lotion will do nicely as a lubricant. I grab two towels from the bathroom and head to his room. I knock tentatively.
“Come!” he answers.
I open the door and find him lying on his stomach on the huge bed, his torso bare and his head pointing to the foot of the bed. When I get closer, I realise his lower half is not clad in a pair of shorts like I expected but a towel draped over his buttocks. I take a deep breath as I place the bottle of lotion on the bedside table and the towels beside his calves – his firm, well-toned calves.
Calm down, girl! You’re acting thirsty!
My eyes travel up his muscular thighs and my imagination can only guess the condition of his ass beneath the towel.
“Like what you see?”
I look up, flustered, noticing Adrian watching me through a mirror on the wall opposite the bed.
“I-I was just wondering why you didn’t wear shorts,” I say, plastering a blank expression.
“Because I always get a massage naked. Surely as a massage therapist you know that a nude client gives you better access to some muscles,” he winks and grins, my face feeling as though it is on fire.
I have no reply to that. I take a towel and roll it lengthwise before fashioning a face pillow. I walk around to where his head is and tap his arm. “I need you to put your face here and let me know if you can breathe.”
He does as I ask and gives me the thumbs up sign.
“Tell me what you’re doing while you work,” he says.
“I’m going to start with your arms.” I grab the bottle of lotion and pour a glob in my hands. It smells like coconut mixed with vanilla. At the first touch of my hands on his biceps, my nervousness vanishes, and I am pleased when professionalism takes over. I can do this after all.
“First, I’m going to work your right arm. That is your dominant arm and the muscles there tend to be overused and much more tense.”
I dig my fingers into his biceps, curving and straightening at intervals as I work the muscles. I find the joint of his elbow and press a spot.
“Mmmmm,” he lets out a satisfied groan and I smile.
“What did you feel?” I ask him.
“Like something released.”
“Good. Now we work the forearm. A smaller muscle but very important nevertheless as without its push and pull, the bi and tri can’t do their job.”
I drag my knuckles down his forearm, digging my fingers in at intervals. I get another glob of lotion before I take his palm in mine. I intertwine our fingers and tilt his palm at a ninety-degree angle to his wrist.
“Push against my hand as hard as you can,” he says.
I brace for his effort and hear him grunt when he realises, he cannot push my hand away.
“Again.”
This time, I push his hand back, bending it as though I want the back of his hand to touch his wrist.
“One more push now.”
On the third push, I release his fingers and grab his hand, bending it down in the opposite direction as far as his fingers can go to his forearm. I hear him sigh as the joints pop.
“Shit! You’re a magician!”
“Thank you,” I smile and move to his other arm and repeat the massage. I rub both arms lightly, dragging my fingers all the way to his fingertips.
“How do your arms feel?”
“Light.”
“Good. And that is only the beginning.”
I grab the lotion and pour a line down his spine. At the first touch of his shoulders, I can feel the knots.
“When was the last time you had a massage,” I grunt as I dig my fingers into the tight muscle.
“Sometime last year,” he replies.
“Your neck and shoulders are extremely tense and knotted. And that can travel to your back,” I remark.
“In my line of work, tension keeps me alert and alive.”
I become silent, remembering his line of work and not quite sure how to respond. I continue to massage the tight muscles, feeling my body beginning to sweat with the exertion.
“I’ll do your legs last, I want to finish your torso. Can you turn over please.”
Adrian turns and I immediately avert my eyes from the barely concealed bulge between his legs. My hands move automatically along his collar bone and down his pectoral muscles. My mouth is slightly dry as I remember how he felt on top of me in the car and when his lips had touched mine.
For the first time since I started the massage, I feel nervous. I force my hands to do their job even as my thoughts continue to entertain memories of that smouldering kiss.
“Earth to Aurora.”
“Huh?” I jump as he waves a hand in front of my face.
I look up to find him staring at me, a small knowing smile on his lips. I drop my eyes; sure, he can see my thoughts.
“I was asking you if a client has ever made a pass at you.”
“Not really. Apart from a few comments and I always counter them nicely and professionally. And of push comes to shove, I know some self-defence,” I respond.
“So, no one has ever crossed the line with you?”
“No.”
“Good. I guess this won’t count as technically I’m not a real client.”
He sits up quickly and the next thing I know, he pulls me into his arms, trapping me against his chest.
Chapter 13
Adrian
The heat of Aurora’s touch is a little too much for me to bear. As I hold her in my arms I search her eyes for resistance, and, finding none, I lower my head. I loosen my embrace just enough to pull her to sit on the bed then I take her in my arms once more and slowly lie back, allowing her upper torso to partially cover mine. I feel her lips tremble as I plunder her soft, sweet mouth. She lies pliant in my arms, her tongue tentatively engaging mine. I pull back briefly.
“Kiss me harder,” I rasp.
Our mouths meet once more and feel her exert some energy in the kiss. I hold the back of her head, slanting my mouth over hers, deepening the kiss. I feel her hand come up to rest on my shoulder and I nod my approval. She sighs softly and I feel her relax a bit.
After a few more intense sucks of her tongue and nibbling on her lips, I pull back and look up at her.
“Are you a virgin, Aurora?” my eyes search hers, and I see the answer even before she nods. I smile and brush her lips with my thumb.
“Don’t worry. Your virtue is safe with me. I will never violate you in any way unless you want me to go further, okay?”
“Okay,” She whispers, and I feel her hands move restlessly on my shoulders. I know that I will have to read her body language if I intend for her to ever admit that she wants more than a few fleeting kisses. I pull her closer to me, stretching her arms up to rest above my head which frees her torso for my hands to glide over the fullness of her breasts.
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper. “And you make my cock so fucking hard.”
I smile when she blushes.
“You have to know how sexy you are, Aurora,” I tell her.
“I-I’ve never really been in a relationship,” her confession slightly surprises me but fills me with a possessive feeling to know I am the first for her even though we’ve yet to define what is between us.
“You don’t have to be in a relationship for a man to know you’re sexy, sweetheart. But then again, you’ve been dealing with boys up to now. I’m a real man. And I find you fucking sexy and I’m not afraid to let you know.”
I brush my hands up her torso once more, squeezing her breasts gently. I stroke her nipples through the shirt. Aurora whimpers, the sounding shooting straight to my aching dick. Her innocence is the only thing stopping me from rolling her over, spreading her legs and sinking my cock deep into her right now. I can lift a car with my rock-hard cock. The way it is throbbing, one would find it hard to believe that I had jacked off not too long ago.
I reach up to cradle her head once more, drawing her mouth to meet mine.
Then the grating sound of the phone breaks into the moment.
Wordlessly, Aurora stands and gets the phone from the bed side table. I roll over onto my stomach and take the phone from her, putting it on speaker when I note it’s my mother calling as I move the towel and cradle my head on my forearms.
“Hello beautiful, lady,” I say into the phone.
“Don’t you flatter me, Adrian Leander Drakos. Can’t you pick up the phone and call your mother sometimes?”
“I called you just last week,” I reply.
“And how many days has it been since last week?”
“I’m sorry, mama. You know how busy it can get.”
“Well, it’s never too busy to call your mother. Your father always made time for me,” she grumbles.
“I’ll try to do better. How is Lydia?”
“You should see her hair.” She grunts disapprovingly. “Half of it is pink and the other half is green.”
“She’s still a child.”
“She’s all of twenty-one!” she wails. “She’ll never find a husband looking the way she does. I wish you were here to talk some sense into her.”
“I’ll call her later or tomorrow – aaaaaah! That feels good! Right there!” I groan involuntary.
“Adrian!” my mother gasps in horror. “What on earth are you doing and I’m right here on the phone with-”
“I’m getting a massage, mama. And she touched a sore muscle. That’s all.”
“Make sure. I don’t want to be a party to your little freak show.”
I laugh. “Nothing freaky going on here, trust me.” but if you hadn’t called when you did, maybe there would be a little freaky-deaky happening right now.
“When are you coming home?”
“You should put that on a loudspeaker and play it whenever I call. You’ve asked me often enough.” I look up as Aurora taps my foot and motions for me to turn over. I do as I am told and watch as she hops onto the bed to get a better angle on my upper thighs. I watch her from this angle, giving half an ear to my mother as she talks about what is blooming in her garden.
“Mildred is coming by to pick me up for the hairdresser in a few, Adrian. Remember to talk some sense into Lydia. And come home soon. I love you.”
“I love you too. Tell Mildred not to drive too fast please.”
She chuckles and hangs up the phone.
I raise up on my elbows and look down as Aurora gives my toes one final twist before getting off the bed. She takes a towel and wipes her hands. “All done.”
I remain silent for a bit as I look my fill of her. I love how coy she becomes when she realises I am checking her out. She turns her back to me and I smirk.
“The back view is just as delightful, sweetheart,” I tease, “Your ass is to die for.”
I throw my head back and laugh as she fastens the towel around her waist and turns back to me.
“Aurora. Sweet, beautiful, irresistible Aurora. You are gorgeous, do you know that?” I remark.
“Thank you,” she smiles softly.
I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I flex my shoulders and rotate my arms. “I’ve got to say, you have a client for life. My body has never felt so relaxed. You are good.”
