In the locker room I prepare in silence, barely reacting when Collin enters, laughing and bounding over to wrap his arms around my waist. When I don't react, he hesitantly pulls away and moves to my side, frowning. I don't turn, merely sliding on my jewlery silently.
"...What'd that bastard do?" he growls, causing me to pause and turn my head to blink at him in confusion.
"...What?"
"Oh, come on, Ace. I know you. It isn't normal for you to freak out when some random guy gropes you." He responds, smiling and resting a hand on my shoulder.
"He bought me, Collin."
I swear his eyes go as round as dinnerplates. His mouth falls open for a instant before he bites his lip and frowns. Almost absently he begins to fasten some of the buckles on my pants and top as I continue to fasten chains and slide on cuffs.
"Damn... He was hot, too. Lucky bastard. You'd better give me details when you get back." he murmurs with a small pout.
I turn slightly and give him a small smile to show my appreciation without speaking. He seems to get the message because he smiles back, only wider and he adds a possessive squeeze of my ass for good measure. Smirking he gives me a light peck and a wink.
"...Ana don't smoke any more of his cigarettes." he adds, snickering before turning and beginning to change into his more comfortable serving clothes.
Chuckling I quickly reapply my makeup and stride out the door, knowing that Collin will undoubtably watch. His act is all pure, alluring sensuality, while mine is all raw intensity. The music in the background is harsher, as is the blood red lighting. My pants are tight, but broken in and worn, making them easier to move in. This pair has four vertical slits, each running from the top of a tigh or buttocks all the way down the leg, each held together with black lacings.
The teasing triangles of bared flesh have the desired effect, I can tell from the commotion the crowd's making. No doubt that the barely there fishnet top, which hardly covers my chest, merely adds to the effect as the music kicks up and I begin to move. The cries and the cheers of the crowd only get louder, so I chance a glance around the floor and spot the man I was looking for. One of those dark cigarettes hangs limp and forgotten between his lips as he takes me in, our eyes meeting for an instant. His eyes hold longing, a smouldering passion, and lust. That look threatens to affect my dancing ability, so I close my eyes and continue to move.
What's supposed to be an hour seems to compress into a few moments, cus before I know it the music stops and I hop off stage to retrieve my jacket. I'm more who people expect me to be tonight, all threats and viscious looks. Untouchable. All of them except that one man know to keep their distance. That one, anonymous man who just doesn't seem evne the slightest bit phased.
Collin catches my arm and hands me a glass of bourbon with a grin. Nodding, I take a drink and end up downing half the glass. I hear him chuckle and arch a brow, only resulting in him laughing a bit louder and waving the subject off.
"Mmm... You're hot." his thumbs catch in the lacings of my pants, rubbing the bared skin and causing my breath to hitch.
"I try." Collin blinks at me for a moment before he bursts out laughing.
"Arrogant bastard!" I smile and pat his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with my thumb afterwards.
"I don't know how long I'll be tonight. You can stop by my place if you find yourself missing the smell of my nasty cologne. The code to the keybox is five, two, five, zero."
His pout is almost instantaneous. "But I like your cologne."
"Only cus you have to smell it all the time."
"I'm not complaining." he replies with a grin before taking my now empty glass and reaching behind him to pick up my jacket, handing it to me before heading towards the bar. "I'll cya later, Ace."
"Yeah..." I watch him go before reluctantly sliding on my coat and disappearing out the back door.
He's there, just as he said he would be. In the light of the streetlamp, he looks more hansome than alluring, elegant and proud despite the fact that he's leaning against a building in the middle of Old Town. I let the door click shut behind me, at which he looks up as I lean back against one of the dirty walls, eyes slipping shut.
"Ace... Hunter of the night... Accented by blood and darkness. Instead of marring your beauty it accents and sharpens it, making you irrisistable." he murmurs, sounding more like a psychologist than a man who frequents the streets.
"...So, you know my name. What's yours?" I respond, making sure to keep my voice cool and professional sounding.
"Spade."
I open my eyes and arch a brow at this. "Spade?"
"Yes." he suddenly moves, pushing away from the wall and moving with clear intent and purpose until he stands a few inches away from me, seeming to take me in as one would a sculpture at some damn art museum. "And I have you. For tonight, you're mine."
I instinctively press myself back against the wall as he reaches forward and laces his fingers through the hair at the back of my neck. Spade leans forward, staring at me as if he's ready to lunge at me and devour me. He's one of those men who loves power and enjoys proving he has power over others. I can see it in his eyes.
"Deep amber..." his words shake me from my thoughts. "Not brown. Flecked with gold."
"What are you, a poet or something?" I respond, a little uneasy and slightly impatient.
"Come with me." That said, he releases me and heads out of the alley and into the street.
Scowling, I follow only to pause as he gets into a black car. Heaving a sigh I slide into the seat next to him, noting, absently, that the interior is black leather. I'm tired. Afterall, it's been a long day, so I lean back into the plush seat and close my eyes.
Almost immediately I feel hot breath against my neck, soon followed by an equally hot mouth. With a soft noise, I tilt my head, allowing him even better access like a good little whore. Chuckling the bastard moves his mouth to nibble on my earlobe, toying with the rings there.
"Hn... Such a good actor, too..." he murmurs, mouth tracing the line of my jaw. "I don't want an act... I want you to fight me... To make me force you into submission."
I give a low growl in the back of my throat and jerk my head away, glaring narrowly at him. The dickhead has the nerve to laugh, and I spot a wicked gleam in his eye. Oh hell no.
"I won't play your games." I bite out and, for the tenth time, wish I'd just given the fucking money back.
"Good. I want you like this. Brutal. Masculine. Sinful and attractive in ways only Ace is." he murmurs, his eyes full of intensity and longing.
His voice sends a jolt of excitement down my spine and straight to my crotch. I narrow my eyes despite the jump in my pulse and scoot back a little. Spade follows, gripping my thighs brutally. The traitorous organ between my legs stirrs and I growl, more at it than the rich, domineering... Sexy bastard before me.
"Yes, like this." he practically purrs the words. "You must be the great assassin I keep hearing about. Lean, firm, ferocious. Gods, I can't wait."
If I wasn't hard before, I am now. Almost painfully so, in fact. I bite my lip and grimace, trying my damndest not to make a sound. The bastard chuckles and slides between my thighs before I have time to resist. I buck, only to hiss when he grinds right back against me.
"B-bastard..." I manage, pissed at myself cus my breathe's already coming fast.
His dark eyes bore into me as I attempt to scoot further back and encounter the arm of the seat. I give him a dark look, threatening pain if he comes any closer, and he laughs softly, rubbing the underside of my captured thighs. Shivering I once again attempt to break free, but it's halfhearted at best.
"Sir, we've arrived." The driver's voice is like a splash of cold water across my senses.
Spade scowls, hovering over me for another moment before heaving a sigh and pulling away. "...Thank you."
Almost immediately I straighten and run my fingers through my hair, putting it easily back into place. When the valet opens the my door, I exit and move to lean against the wall of the building we've pulled up to. The pack of cigarettes I stole from Spade earlier is in my hand before I realise it. Soon, a black cancer stick is smoking between my lips.
The asian man speaks in hushed tones to his driver before the man nods and drives off. He turns, eyes smouldering as he takes in my pose, one leg bent with the foot braced against the wall, and I return the look cooly. I take another drag on the cigarette, closing my eyes as I do so.
My cock is still hard in my pants, but I'm hoping it fades a little before we enter the hotel. I hear him approach and let my eyes slide open to watch him. Spade seems to pause for a moment before smiling.
"Hmm... Cool and in control again. Shall we go inside?" he smirks, and I want nothing better than to wipe the look off his face.
Instead I heave a sigh, pushing away from the wall, and flick away my half smoked cig. "Yeah... Sure."