He was coming closer. She didn’t want to run but she would if she had to. She’d scream.
Suddenly his hand grabbed her bicep and squeezed. “I said wait. What’s your problem? You one of them stuck up bitches from uptown?”
“Leave. Me. Alone.” She hissed the words.
He smiled. “I like that talk,” he said through grit teeth. His eyes were deadly cold and cruel. “I like bitches who talk back,” he said, “because it’s that much more fun when I bust a nut in their fucking faces.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Oh yeah? It will if I say so, mama.”
He gripped her arm tighter and she winced. “You’re hurting me.”
“So?”
“So let her go,” a deep voice said from the shadows. The man glanced over at the voice that came from the darkness beneath a nearby awning.
“Who the fuck are you?” the little man asked.
Red stepped out of the shadows. He was wearing dark pants and a dark shirt rolled up to the elbows. He looked more casual, though still rich and stylish and perfect. But his face was a mask of anger. And he was a big man. “I’m the person telling you to let the lady go.”
The man released his grip on her. “I was just playing.”
“Sure you were.”
“She come to this neighborhood dressed like that, she’s asking to have a pimp shoot some game. You know that.”
“Shut up.” Red walked close and took her gently by the arm. “Come.”
She turned and together they walked a pace or two.
“Sorry about that, man,” the little Hispanic guy said.
Red paused, then spun and walked back to him. Suddenly the man was on the sidewalk, laid out. His face was a mask of blood. Red had hit him, quickly and with tremendous force, hit him square in the nose. It had been so fast that Nicole could barely even process it.
The man was dazed. His eyes were glazed and unfocused and he was trying to speak but it came out garbled. One of the hookers from down the block came running over, shouting something in Spanish.
Red had already come back to Nicole’s side and guided her to the door beneath the awning. He unlocked the door and led her inside.
The door clicked shut behind them and now they were in a dim, grim hallway. He continued to lead her, this time up one flight of stairs to a door marked 25. He unlocked it and escorted her inside.
The apartment was surprisingly large and comfortable. Not nearly as ostentatious as his office, the living room was decorated with dark, modern furniture and modern art hung on the walls. Strangely, there was no television. The kitchen seemed bare and unused. There was a door that presumably led to the bedroom, but it was closed.
Red glanced at her body appraisingly. “You dressed exactly as I asked,” he said.
Nicole was still in shock from what she’d experienced outside. “I don’t appreciate being put in danger. Sir.”
He nodded and walked to the kitchen. “Water? I’m afraid it’s all we have here.”
“Fine, sir.”
He smiled but she could see he was growing annoyed with her insolent attitude. Still, she was too upset and frightened to want to please him. She didn’t mind playing his twisted games, but not if she was going to be raped and murdered because of it.
“Let’s relax for a moment,” he said, filling the glass and bringing it to her. His eyes met hers and she felt her willpower drain under his gaze.
She was tremendously happy, wasn’t she? Despite the danger, she reminded herself that she’d wanted nothing but this moment—had been aching for it badly. Don’t spoil it now, she told herself.
“I’m sorry for being upset, sir,” she said, after drinking some cold water.
“Have a seat,” he told her, and she did. The dress was short and revealing of her creamy white thighs.
Red took the view in as she crossed her legs, then he moved behind her as she sat on the couch. He reached down and began slowly massaging her tight shoulders. The feeling as he did so was like nothing she could recall. It was as if he was melting her, melting her with nothing but the subtlety of his touch.
His hands knew her inside and out.
“Oh…sir…that feels so amazing,” she whispered as his hands slid over her shoulders, slowly pulling the straps of her dress down so that he could access all of her bare skin. The slack created enough of a gap in the top of her dress that most of her breasts were now revealed as well.
She could hear his breathing, deep and excited as he continued to work the muscles in her shoulders.
Her slick mound was swollen, ready for his touch. The fabric of her dress was rubbing against her bare pussy, so close to the surface—all it would take was one quick tug and her dress could be hiked up to her hips.
She could cum right now if she wanted to, but she didn’t want to seem so cheap and easy. Red wouldn’t respect her if she lost control with such little effort on his part.
And so she ground her teeth together and kept herself from releasing the energy building in her lower anatomy.