Short Stories

Spy For Hire (4)

    I was three days into working at his house, I wasn't even totally settled. He would pass me many a time as I cleaned the floor he worked on. Apparently his official sleeping quarters  were on the second floor but he had a secret room upstairs adjoined to his office. Usually, I kept eye contact to a minimum between us, although he would sneak glances at me when he passed by as I dusted the statues or vacuumed the long, antique carpet. 

   Today started off like any regular day, I woke up and got dressed, ate my breakfast and got started with chores right away. Once again I took up the fourth floor task. He was out of office however so I took my chances. Walking in and leaving the door slightly open I began to rummage around his desk taking pictures of any documents that looked important. Pulling out one of his drawers I find bank statements with large sums of money being wire transferred from a bank in Stockholm. Figures like $40,000 and $15,000 jumped across the paper and I quickly took a picture.

   I heard someone walking up the stairs so I quickly shove the paper back inside the drawer, neatly close it and silently cross the room to the bookshelf on the left wall and start dusting. Moments later, there he is standing in the middle of the doorway. His shoulders wide and his posture erect, he looks a little panicked and obviously surprised to see me in here. "What are you doing in here?" he asks. I look at him before replying, " Just cleaning Sir." His hands brush over his mouth barely scratching his beard before walking up to me.

   His gait is primitive, assertive, manly, enticing... "You are not to be in here without my permission." he pauses and waits for my reaction, I simply blink. " Is that understood?"  I don't answer but look down at my shoe nervously, he moves closer. His hands brushing my skirt, his face inches away, I can't help but stare at his face. It's just so beautiful. His broad shoulders casting a shadow upon my figure and I see him steal a glance at my lips. He grabs the side of my face, forcing me even closer. Our eyes lock in an intense gaze that I just can't seem to pull myself from. I can see those dark pools of soft chocolate swirling with a familiar emotion. 

   His lips brush mine as he holds me in place. I can smell the testosterone emanating from him. His eyes are a combination of lust and dominance. I can feel my thighs shaking and wetness pool between my legs. Never have I encountered a man with such, maleness in him, it was honestly so alluring. He speaks and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my face, it's so warm I need to close my eyes. " Do you understand me?" he says in a hushed but controlled voice. It's almost as if he was commanding me to hear every single word he was saying. I simply nod because he has left me breathless. He moves away and I'm left standing there like an idiot for a few seconds before I make my way out the door in a mess of needfulness and fulfillment.

    My lunch break approached rapidly, that's when it all happened. The other maids and I stood in the front room trying to figure out how we would spend the rest of the day. I unfortunately didn't get the chance to have the pleasure of enjoying my afternoon. At that moment everything decided to go to shit. 

    Suddenly the door is thrown open by a short, stocky middle-eastern man with an extremely tight fitting faux leather jacket on. He looked crazed, rabid almost. He was shouting in Turkish as he was accompanied by two men of the same ethnicity behind him, obviously bodyguards. I was the closest one to him so I'm guessing that's why he grabbed me and held me in a choke hold while he pointed a gun at my temple. He screamed again in Turkish, " Get him down here now! Or I'll blow his maid's fucking head off. " My eyes opened wide as I tried to look as mortified as possible. One of the maids ran off to the elevator which I assumed was going to take her to the fourth floor. 

   A few minutes passed by and the man was still shouting and pointing a gun at my head, where the fuck was security? 

   Footsteps, loud dominating footsteps that made a sound like no other as he stepped down the stairs with the grace of a ballet dancer. My breath caught in my throat as he looked so magnificent walking down those stairs as he rolled up his shirt sleeves and fit his brass knuckles on properly. He's like a tall brooding storm, silently releasing it's torrent of terror upon everyone, rendering them helpless to his danger. His movements are clear, fluent and calculated. He knows exactly what he's doing and he radiates that. 

    " Fuck you Hakan! You promised me safety at that border I received harsh treatment! You're a liar!" the man screams. " I'm going to make you pay for what I've lost! I'm going to blow her head off and then yours !" 

" Let's take this outside Mohammad. " Hakan says quietly. Making no move to help me, he won't even meet my eyes. He stands three yards away from us, but I can see him inch closer and closer. His fists clenching and un-clenching around the brass. I feel the gun press into my temple, it's metal, cold as it bites through my soft skin. My eyes close for a second as I prepare to feel the bitterness of the bullet and that's when it happens.

    He's fast, prying me away from the man and immediately starts on beating him to a pulp. The brass knuckles colliding with his face continuously. The rage behind his movement is almost frightening. He fights as though he's a caveman with no sense of remorse, or mercy. By now most of his ribs must  be broken, blood washes over his face considering how many blows he's received. I can see his teeth and pieces of his tongue on the floor. He's peed himself by now, and it takes a lot to pry Hakan off of him. He readjusts his shirt collar and spits at the now unconscious man lying on the floor. " That's what happens! When you come into my home  thinking you can disrespect me! " He spits again at him, " You are nothing!" he growls before kicking him in the side. 

    He has an inhumane look in his eyes,  they swivel around the room until they land and focus on me and I shiver with the wildness of them. He stalks towards me and grabs  me by the arm sharply, pulling me into the elevator. He wastes no time as he attacks me. Grabbing me by the neck roughly and kissing me, roughly. It's unbearable at first, I had no air.  

   Somehow we end up in his office. He slams the door behind him and throws me onto his desk. He's between my thighs instantly, holding me there as he presses into me. I inhale sharply as I feel him. He's staring at me questionably, his fingers roaming up and down my neck, feeling the flesh of it. He kisses me again, except he's slowed it down now it's sensual and meaningful and I felt something there.  Now there's need built up in both of us. 

   He pulls back from me and looks at me, the complete me with my legs spread apart and bite marks peppering the skin of my neck. His eyes hooded he wets his lips before opening his mouth, " I think it's time for you to show me some of the skills you've learnt from your previous job." 

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