One week later she crumbled and gave him a call on a Friday afternoon. She let him know that she was ready to take him up on his offer and John told her to come over at midnight. Emily was excited, but still scared. Being apart from him for the past week had felt a whole lot longer than only seven short days. It terrified her how much she wanted him.
Emily parked her car in the driveway and got out, walking over to his front door. She ran her hands down her sides to straighten her dress and threw her long hair back over her shoulder, taking in a deep and nervous breath.
"You can do this, girl." She muttered quietly to herself and raised her hand to ring the door bell. "It's John Wick, you know what to expect."
He answered the door immediately and she forced a sexy smile for him, pretending to be cool and relaxed. But her legs already felt like jelly.
"Hello, Mr Wick. It's good to see you." He had taken off his jacket, but was still wearing the black suit. Strands of hair were falling onto his face and she noticed a fresh cut on his neck, red and angry. Someone must have tried to slit his throat. She swallowed at the thought. He had just come home from his latest job.
"Good to see you, too, darling." He said in his deep, rough voice. It sent a shiver down her spine and she wanted to melt into him.
John took her gently by the hand and pulled her inside, closing the door behind her. He checked her out blatantly, his dark eyes raking over her delicious curves in the tight red dress. Short and strapless, showing her perfect shoulders and sexy legs.
Seeing her standing there in his hallway before him he felt the desire to bury his cock deep inside her and feel her tightness wrapped around him creep up on him. He couldn't be patient and take his time with her like he had originally planned.
"I like your dress." John locked eyes with her, moving slowly towards her, forcing her to back up.
"I hoped you would." Her voice was a little shaky, squeaky with nervousness. Her smile faltered as he came closer.
She looked like prey; on edge and desperate to get away from him as he stalked towards her. John felt the blood pumping through his veins as if he was still on a hunt, her perfume clouded his mind and his cock stirred in his pants. He felt the urge to take.
"Do you want to - " She gasped when her back hit the floor-to-ceiling window and she found herself trapped.
He lifted his hand and wrapped his fingers around her throat, tilting her head back. His hot mouth came down onto her neck, kissing and licking her skin.
"Oh God..." She breathed out, closing her eyes. He knew what he wanted and he went straight for the target. It was fascinating yet scary at the same time.
John sucked hard at the tender spot right behind her ear, the one he already knew was her biggest weakness, and she grabbed his wrist with both hands, a desperate sound coming low from her throat.
He squeezed her neck lightly in warning and she felt a gush of wetness in her panties at the sensation of his long thick fingers tightening their grip. She dropped her hands to his waist instead, fisting the material of his shirt and trying not to squirm against him.
John groaned at her submissive reaction and couldn't resist sucking a mark into the soft curve of her cleavage before bending down slowly, his hands skimming her body as he went, until he was on his knees before her.
He pulled her tight dress up her hips, revealing her black lace panties. He caressed her thighs and ass, enjoying the way she shifted from one leg to the other in anticipation, and then hooked his fingers into the waistband and looked up at her with a devious sparkle in the dark depths of his brown eyes.
"Don't bother with underwear anymore, kitten." He rasped quietly, and ripped them off of her. The thin skimpy lace tore easily and she gasped as her hips jerked at the action with the force of his strong hands.
"Ye-es, sir, Mr Wick."
John licked his lips and lifted her right leg onto his shoulder, diving straight between her thighs. She grasped his hair with both hands, throwing her head back in surprise, and let out a long guttural moan.
He licked between her folds, tasting her wetness and nudging her clit with the tip of his tongue. She was wet, but not wet enough to his liking. John wanted her swollen and dripping, on the brink of orgasm before he would give her his cock. He growled, pulling her hips closer to his mouth, so he could get deeper in there, sucking hard at her soft folds.
"Fuck... fuck... fucking hell... John..." She tugged at his hair sharply, scratched his scalp. Her thighs were shaking, she felt hot and cold all over.
John squeezed her ass, digging his fingers deep into her flesh. He loved the way she scratched at him, shivered against him. His hard length was trapped inside his boxers and pants, straining so painfully that it almost hurt.
His beard prickled her soft wet folds so deliciously, his nose rubbed and nudged against her clit. He pushed his tongue deep into her and sucked her clit into his mouth. She cried out, sobbing, and he felt more slickness leaking from her, felt her swollen flesh pulse under his tongue. John gripped her thigh with one hand and her ass with the other, holding her fast as he lapped up her juices greedily, groaning and growling in pleasure at the taste of her sweet honey.
"Beautiful. Such a delicious cunt, kiska." He whispered hoarsely, finally letting go of her, and she slumped back against the window with a helpless whimper. He wiped his mouth and beard with his hand and pressed a soft kiss to her leg. "You're doing so well for me, baby. You're a good girl." He praised, and sucked two fingers into his mouth to wet them, even though she was slick enough to easily take him. He pushed them slowly into her, watching her squirm and pant and moan his name, and curled his rough calloused pads into her sensitive spot.
"Oh no... no... fuck... oh God..." She moaned, gnawing at her bottom lip. It scared her how easily he found the rough patch inside her, as if they had been fucking for years.
He pumped his fingers slowly, but deep and hard into her, stretching her and opening her up, eliciting more moans from her. Her walls tightened and he closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, making her gasp and cry out again.
"John... so close... so close..." She bucked her hips against him, and he listened to her breathy moans as he worked his fingers inside her and his mouth on her. When he knew that she was mere seconds from coming, he released her clit and withdrew his fingers.
He pulled her leg from his shoulder and straightened up swiftly, licking his fingers clean as he towered over her. She was looking up at him, feeling dizzy, feeling already worked up into a frenzy. Her pussy ached and throbbed with the need for release and she felt so goddamn empty.
"John...?" She whispered in confusion, her voice cracked. He tangled one hand in her hair and pressed his lips to her mouth, kissing her deep and hard, a possessive snarl rumbled in his throat. She whimpered, lifting her weak and shaky hands to his broad shoulders as she tried to keep up with him, kissing him back fiercely with the same vigour.
He let go of her and worked his pants open, pulling them down just enough for him to free his hard length. He jerked himself a few times, groaning.
"Hold still, baby." His hands took hold of her and he lifted her easily as if she weighed nothing, keeping her pressed with her back to the window. She clung to his shoulders as he forced her legs around him, nudging her opening with the head of his hard cock and pushing in.
"Don't you dare cum, kitten." He growled against her lips and slammed into her with one thrust, her pussy so slick and swollen that her walls stretched easily around him, swallowing his length with no resistance.
She let out a cry at the size and girth of him spreading her open, feeling every bump and vein press against sensitive nerve endings.
"W-what...? I... " She was shaking in his arms as she looked up at him in a haze.
"Not yet. Be a good girl and hold out a little longer." John rasped and started moving roughly, fucking her hard against the window.
She let out a groan in desperation and buried her face into his neck, whining quietly as she fought down the tingling sensation in her abdomen.
"That's it. That's a good girl." John grunted, snapping his hips up into her and forcing himself inside her over and over.
"John... I can't... I don't think... gonna cum..." She cried into his shoulder, voice muffled, nails biting into his skin and scratching his shirt-covered back.
John let out a snarl. He was close; the familiar tingle increased and he craved the release, the rush of an orgasm, but he didn't want to spill his load inside her just yet. Breathing heavily, he tensed and clenched his muscles, until the heat intensified and washed through him. He gasped and groaned, and she felt him shudder against her, his breath hot in her hair.
He stilled inside her, crushed her with his body to keep her upright and kissed her cheek and neck soothingly. "You did good, baby."
She whimpered, feeling him still hard and big and hot deep inside her. "But John, you didn't...?" She lifted her flushed face to look him in the eyes, brushing his damp hair out of his face. When she saw his clenched jaw and the blown pupils it dawned on her that he had come without having to ejaculate. Of course he could do that. A highly trained and perfectly in shape assassin; if someone could train themselves to come a few times in a row without shooting their load and losing their erection it was him.
"Oh God. Wow." She croaked, shuddering. John chuckled and slowly set her down, slipping out of her with a hiss. He didn't lose time though and grabbed her arm, turned her around and pressed her with her front to the window.
"John..." She whined, wiggling her hips. "Please, hurry... I feel so empty... please..."
"Shh, shh, I know, baby." He stroked her back and stomach, kissing her bare shoulders. Pressing close to her, he gripped his cock and dragged the head through her dripping folds.
"Don't tease me, John. Please... give it to me... I need you..." She begged, feeling her pussy flutter with the need to be stretched and filled.
John's hand slipped down her stomach and between her thighs, finding her clit and rubbing it slowly. She moaned and clenched her fists, pressing her hot cheek to the cool surface of the window.
John pushed into her slowly and pressed his lips to her ear. "Cum for me, baby." He kept rubbing her clit, one hand gripping her waist tightly as he pulled out of her and drove back into her, causing her to fall apart and coat his cock with her slickness. She cried out and moaned loudly through her orgasm, feeling the sparks all the way down to her toes. John felt her pussy clench around him and contract, trying to milk him, but he gritted his teeth and continued to rub and fuck her through her climax.
"Oh God... oh God..." She panted heavily, trying to calm down. Her legs and feet hurt in her high heels, muscles straining with the effort, and she knew she would be in a lot of pain in the morning. "What... not fair... this is torture... John..."
She heard the rumble of his laughter in her back, and then suddenly he picked up his pace again and she choked on her words when he yanked her hips onto his cock, driving even deeper into her.
Emily braced her arms on the window and pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. She squealed and whimpered, too sensitive and overstimulated after the drawn out orgasm. Her juices were trickling down her thighs, and she felt like a slut, because she didn't make him stop and because she still wanted more. In a sense she was one, since John had bought her. She was his slut, John Wick's whore. A title to be proud of.
They fucked hard, skin slapping on skin almost violently, bodies colliding hard and fast. Her guttural cries and his deep growls and snarls filled the silence of the hallway. It was like deja vu. Being taken hard from behind like an animal with her body pressed to the windows. Just like at the Continental.
John breathed hot into her hair and against her neck, his body tensing and trembling again as he held his release back. A strangled groan rumbled in his chest, his fingers digging painfully into her hips.
She felt another climax approach fast and was surprised yet again that she was able to come so fast. John felt her shake, her cunt tighten around him, and pressed his fingers to her swollen bundle of nerves, rubbing fast circles to get her off.
"John... cum with me... cum with me, please... I wanna feel you cum with me..."
John hissed and slowed his movements, pressing her with her back to him. He wrapped his arm around her as he circled his hips, grinding into her. "Let go, baby. I'm right behind you." He said in a hoarse, strained voice.
She shuddered and clenched around him right on cue, her walls contracting and he let go as well, spilling his seed deep into her.
"Fuck... so good..." She moaned, feeling his throbbing and pulsing cock and then his hot release filling her.
John kissed down her neck, nipping her skin teasingly. "God, I really needed that, baby." He groaned into her hair. "Your cunt is divine."
She shivered at his words and bit her lip as he slipped out of her carefully, turning her around to look at him. He cupped her face and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before picking her up and carrying her further inside, into the living room. She slumped against him with a huff of air.
John put her down on the couch gently and crouched down, stroking through the strands of her hair. His own hair was sweaty and dishevelled, his tie crooked, a light sheen of sweat on his brow. But other than that he seemed cool and collected.
"Let me get you some water." He said quietly, obligingly.
She nodded and moved to lie on her side. Her head was still spinning. Hearing him rummage in the kitchen, she started doubting her decision.
John had attacked her in his hallway and fucked her senseless; she didn't even get the chance to see the rest of his house. He was a beast. The boy had some serious stamina. Emily wasn't sure if she could keep up with him.
Fucking him at the Continental was different. This was his home, she would be staying with him. Every night.
John walked back into the living room and she turned her head wearily to look up at him. He didn't know what she saw in his face, but her eyes widened slightly and a shadow of fear flickered across her features.
With a soft sigh, she leaned up and reached for the glass of water in his hand. Bringing it to her lips, she downed it nervously. John held his hand out to her again and without saying anything, she handed him the empty glass back, shuddering when his fingers brushed hers.
Not breaking eye-contact with her, John put down the glass on the coffee table and sat next to her on the couch. Her pupils were dilated, her face still flushed. John could practically hear her wildly beating heart. His hands moved up her body and found the zipper on the side of her dress.
Emily bit her lip when she heard and felt him pull it down and peel the soft material off of her. His big warm hand slipped up her back, unclasped her strapless bra and pulled it off. Her nipples stiffened from the cool air in the room and John's feather-light touches, and she resisted the urge to cover her bare chest with her arms.
John smirked when she leaned back obediently without him having to tell her first. She was already trembling under his hands as he dragged the rest of her dress down her hips, leaving her completely naked before him.
"You're my good little girl." John praised quietly and got down on his knees on the floor, dragging her body closer to him. The look he gave her when he parted her legs and forced his broad shoulders between them scared her. His eyes were black, glassy, his hair a dishevelled mess. He looked at her with a wolfish hunger, like a starving, predatory animal.
"I know you're tired, darling. But can you cum for me one more time tonight?" She nodded quietly and he gave her one of his faint smirks again. And dove straight in. His tongue licked between her folds and she made a grab for him immediately, clutching his hair with both fists and arching up into him with a gasp.
He lapped up her slickness along with the remnants of his own cum, tightening his grip on her more and more as her squirming increased. He didn't seem to mind the taste of their mixed juices. Emily whined helplessly and pressed her eyes closed when he sucked her clit into his mouth. She was overstimulated and too sensitive, his beard tickling along her swollen cunt was too much and at the same time exactly what she needed.
John licked her clean until he felt a fresh surge of arousal leaking from her and coating his tongue, then he pushed two of his thick fingers into her. She cried out and pushed at him, her heels digging into his shirt-covered back. Emily thought to have hurt him, but she couldn't help but arch her back and move and squirm.
John groaned low in his throat, making her whimper. He closed his lips around her swollen clit again as he moved his thick fingers in and out of her steadily.
"Can't... stop it...stop... I can't... John..." She mewled and tried closing her legs, but his big body was too strong for her and she couldn't push him away.
John removed his hot tongue and mouth from her and looked up into her face, but his fingers were still rubbing all the right spots inside her. She could barely focus and keep her eyes open.
"One more orgasm, kitten." He pressed his thumb down on her clit, and she choked on her saliva. Her hands gripped the edge of the couch to hold onto.
She shook her head, eyes fluttering closed. "I-I'm sorry, sir... can't..." It had been a long day, she was exhausted. "I-I don't wanna... disappoint you..." She didn't think she could orgasm again, and wished he would use her to get off himself and not worry about her climax.
John chuckled, narrowing his eyes at her. He turned his head and bit lightly into her thigh, making her flinch, and then placed a kiss on her knee.
"Look at me, little girl." He demanded and forced her legs even further apart, moving his thumb harder and faster on her clit. "You could never disappoint me."
She gasped for air and grabbed onto his forearms, feeling the delicious burn in her core. She was close, right on edge, but feared it wasn't enough to fall apart.
"John..."
"Stop thinking." He rasped and let go of her thigh to cup her face, running his thumb over her cheekbone. Her pussy throbbed and squeezed around his fingers, more wetness dripping from her folds. He leaned down and sucked hard on her clit, his fingers pressing up into her sensitive spot and his big hand pushing down onto her chest to keep her in place.
She came hard with a cry, falling apart in his hands. Her nails scratched at his arms and shoulders, anywhere she could reach, and one high heel slipped off her foot.
John leaned back and withdrew his fingers from her wet, tight cunt. Emily panted, watching him lick off her juices. Before she could guess what he was up to next, John had gotten up and heaved her into arms, pressing a light kiss to her lips. "We're not done for tonight."
She was riding him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock, hands flat on his chest as she continued to move her hips despite the strain in her legs and arms. John was leaned back in the pillows, taking hold of her hips every now and then and guiding her up and down on him, but letting her be in control most of the time.
He was big and hard inside her, sliding in and out of her perfectly. She couldn't keep quiet; moans and whimpers kept escaping her each time she pushed her hips down onto his cock and he filled and stretched her aching cunt.
It was dark in the room, except for the stripe of light coming from the hallway through the door to the guest bedroom, falling onto the bed.
Emily shivered, hearing his groans and growls in the darkness. She was certain he could feel her become wetter whenever he made a sound. It was embarrassing, but she couldn't help her own reaction.
She leaned her whole weight into him, pushing down hard on his chest as she moved on top of him. He didn't even flinch. She wondered when he would lose his patience and take over; it caused her to shiver in anticipation.
John stroked up and down her back slowly, caressed her stomach and chest. Cupping her breasts, he pinched and brushed against her hard nipples with his rough, thick fingers.
She stopped bouncing and slowed her rhythm to a grind, leaning forward and gripping the headboard of the bed. John gritted his teeth and let out a hiss, but then smiled.
He traced her spine with the tips of his fingers and grabbed a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck, his thumb pressing down on her wet clit.
And she thought he was done torturing her. "Fuck..." She whimpered.
She heard him laugh softly before he pulled her down to him and pressed his mouth on hers, his tongue pushing in between her lips. She moaned into the kiss and kept rocking her hips gently as best she could without picking up pace.
John kept his hold in her hair, but removed his thumb from her clit and caressed over her thigh and hip and squeezed her ass cheek, making her purr into his mouth.
"Mr Wick - " She gasped when a sharp smack landed on her ass, his thick fingers kneading her flesh to soothe the sting.
"Fuck... that's so good... so good..." She moaned, and slipped one hand down her body to rub her clit, but felt too sensitive to torture the little nub of nerves to another orgasm, and stopped. "Fuck... fuck..."
John untangled his right hand from her hair to slap her other ass cheek and she leaned her forehead against his with a whine, breathing heavily. He sensed that she was getting too tired to ride him and decided to take control again.
Gripping her hips hard, he flipped them over without leaving her body, and pushed her legs back to her chest as he started thrusting in and out of her roughly.
Emily was blinded by the light when she found herself suddenly on her back, her face right in the thick stripe of light on the bed. Exposed. Vulnerable. Illuminated for John to read her emotions.
She cried out at the change of position, the rough pace. He felt much bigger, much stronger than before.
John slowed his movements, rocking his hips into hers. He brushed her damp hair from her forehead and gripped her face, fingers digging into her jaw. "You're gonna cum for me, kiska."
"No... no... Mr Wick, sir... please... don't..." She protested half-heartedly, swallowing hard.
"Yes, baby. Be a good little girl and cum with me." John smiled down at her, took hold of her wrist and guided her fingers to her clit.
"Press down on it. Just a little." He whispered into her ear as he picked up his pace, his voice deep and husky. "Just like that, baby. Don't rub."
He gave her a dirty grin and thrust hard into her. She let out a scream and clutched the sheets beneath her with her free hand as a jolt of electricity shot through her. John groaned and growled, clenching his jaw. "Gonna fucking cum, kitten. Fucking tight little cunt..."
Emily knew he was about to explode when he started cursing. She knew what to say to bring him over the edge. "Mr Wick, sir... please...give it to me... let me feel you..."
Emily whimpered, feeling his cock twitch and throb and his warm cum filling her pussy. John groaned deep in his chest and buried his face in her hair. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her nails scratching down his back. He pushed hard into her one last time and triggered her orgasm. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, coming with a muffled scream around his cock.
John kept his weight off of her, making sure not to crush her. He placed a few kisses down her neck and pulled out of her, rolling onto his back.
Emily let out a frustrated groan. She wanted him to stay inside her a little longer, only for a couple of minutes, but didn't dare ask.
"You okay, darling?" He asked hoarsely, and got up.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Mr Wick..." She mumbled wearily, but still managed a little smile for him.
"Stay just like that, don't move."
"Yes, sir." She chuckled, and folded her arms over her chest, feeling cold when her body began to cool down.
John left the bedroom and came back with a wet towel. He placed a gentle hand on her knee, nudging her legs open for him. Emily inhaled sharply, feeling more of his cum seeping out of her and then the soft wet towel against her slightly sore flesh, along the skin of her inner thighs as he wiped her clean. She closed her eyes, the intimacy of the moment too overwhelming for her.
"Do you need anything?" John looked her in the eyes, feeling her tense up under his hands.
"No."
John nodded quietly, giving her thighs a light reassuring squeeze before letting go of her. Emily closed her legs self-consciously and crawled underneath the blanket, her face heating up again.
He was done with her for the night. She watched him get dressed and felt a little sad, but didn't know what to do or say to hold him back.
John pulled his shirt over his broad shoulders and turned back to Emily when he felt her eyes on him. To her surprise, he walked over, sat down next to her on the bed and put his hand gently on her back. "Do you want me to stay here with you?"
Emily stared at him, shocked. Quickly, she shook her head, but John knew she was lying. He didn't remark on it though and lifted her hand to his lips, placing a kiss to her fingers.
"You'll find everything you need in the closet. The bathroom's down the hallway. Okay?"
"John, wait..."
"What?"
"Nevermind." She almost changed her mind, feeling tempted to ask him to sleep with her in the bed, but decided against it.
But when he leaned back, she grabbed him by his still open shirt and climbed into his lap with a sly smile, pressing her mouth to his hungrily, even though her lips were kiss-swollen.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr Wick." She purred, running her hands down his chest.
"Get some sleep, kitten." John chuckled and gave her a light smack on her ass, making her jump and let out a squeal. He pushed her gently off him and left the guest bedroom without another word.
John sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he stood in the hallway. Again, he had been too rough with her. He needed to rein it in before he scared her away. She was so sensitive, she could barely take four orgasms; her body reacted so easily to his touch. The thought made him smile.
He walked into his own bedroom where he had left Dog and decided to go with him for a late night walk. It was a quiet, balmy night and he felt calm enough, human enough now to appreciate the simple things in life.