Chapter 15: Restrictions
A/N: Three hundred finished assignments later… Honestly, this chapter was one of my favorites to write, like I really enjoyed the process even though I was confused on how I would structure certain events. Also while writing this, I inadvertently wrote large portions of Chapters 16 and 17. So yeah...an early update for them is very possible.
John stands there motionless, silently contemplating your suggestion; if it could be called that. Frankly, it sounded more like you were sweetly bribing him but that really wasn't the intention behind it at all. You had nothing to gain from him accepting the offer and honestly you don't know why you implied that he should. Sometimes your own actions don't even make sense to you - you just let your mouth run before you can think and hope for the best afterwards. He'll only accept if he sees that it benefits him to do so and you have no problem with that. It's a reasonable conclusion.
The fact that he's actually giving it any thought is surprising enough. You still haven't the faintest clue how anything works when it comes to his remunerative occupation. If there's any pros or cons that came with the mission, you have no knowledge of it. Furthermore, you don't have a single say so in what he does. Overstepping your boundaries isn't something you really want to do at this point in time. It's completely absurd to think that you're still learning how to navigate around him in different situations at this stage.
Your mind is jolted back in reality when he comes to stand in front of you. From his towering position above you, you wait with baited breath for him to speak before he merely leans down to plant a soft kiss on your mouth. When he walks out of the kitchen, you're left sitting speechless, a goofy grin spreading across your face a second later. Now you're blushing like an idiot. This man has you unbelievably whipped and it's just the most hilarious thing.
Well, you guess you'll get dinner started.
Sweetface is perfectly content to focus all his energy on playing beside the dining table with the new chew toy you bought him a while back. He was never too far away.
"Do you like the food? I added a little more garlic powder than I usually do."
"It's fine." He replies. The manner in which he eats is so refined and structured. You're glad he seems to enjoy your cooking even though you're positive he's never even heard of some of the dishes before. Regardless, you don't feel bad because you can't make a green bean casserole.
After much contemplation, you decided on a suitable dinner of baked chicken, roasted potatoes, and sautéed vegetables. Cooking it all took you about three solid hours courtesy of the oven. John's kitchen is utterly exciting to cook in and you love it. Who wouldn't want to prepare food in a kitchen that nice? While John doesn't really strike you as a man who tries his hand in the kitchen that much - his kitchen is literally a dream for any woman who favors being in a kitchen. He's got good taste.
John had a few seasonings in his kitchen cabinet that gave you enough assurance that he wasn't that kind of white person. You don't know what you would do if he regarded black pepper on his food as being too spicy. You've never eaten or served anyone bland food a day in your life and you wouldn't start now. As a matter of fact, you'd personally taken it upon yourself to stock his cabinet full of spices you normally use when cooking since there's not much you can do with rosemary and basil.
Now that you both are sitting at the table, your mind is running a mile a minute deciding if you wanted to breach a certain 'topic'. Now is a better time as any and curiosity often won out against caution.
You anxiously took a sip from your glass. "Can I ask you something?"
John gracefully brought a napkin to wipe his mouth before setting it aside to meet your inquisitive gaze evenly. He now had your full attention.
"The guy you're hired to go after...how are you going to find him?"
It's a logical question - how do you locate someone who doesn't want to be found?
While the question might seem adequate by your standards - John might not see it the same. He's a contract killer that excels at his craft and you can't really see him willingly sharing this kind of information. His overall process of tracking down an exclusive quarry is obviously a confidential procedure that he might want to only remain cognizant of. Though it's not like you're going to go spreading his secrets or better yet, try to do his job for him.
"I start with known associates of theirs." He replied calmly, his gaze fixed back unto his plate thereafter.
In one game of hide and seek, you'd seen firsthand how good he was at anticipating people's moves. It's likely a useful talent that comes in handy when locating the targets he's hired to eliminate. It's not hard to imagine him successfully tracking and identifying a target. The client would probably provide him with just enough information and the last known whereabouts about the person before John went after them. You do in fact believe that there are practical methods to find someone simply by name and there's no question that John is fully capable of doing so. You can imagine how scary it is for the people he goes after when they find out he's in pursuit.
"Is it hard to find the people you'd hired to kill?" In a sense, you're actively trying to present the conversation in a way that encourages him to talk. The timing might not be right but that also brought up the question of 'when will it be okay?'
It's definitely not the usual conversation people have over dinner. You literally just listened to an associate present him with a murder contract and he didn't even blink so why would be be bothered by this? This is merely a means at getting to know him better.
"Sometimes."
If you were in his position, you probably wouldn't want to speak about it so casually over dinner. His conversational skills aren't that polished to begin with. You still find it strange that he's willing to conversate with you about anything except this. Clearly, John's wary of breaching this sort of topic with you.
You tilt your head at him over the table. "What if you can't find them?"
This whole time, you hadn't taken into consideration how detrimental it could wind up being for him if something didn't go according to plan. Anything could go wrong.
"I will." John noiselessly picked up his back up and continued eating. "Why the sudden interest?"
You shrugged. "I just felt like asking. Is that...okay?"
A crease appeared between his brows. You didn't think he was actively ignoring you, rather it seemed like he didn't know how to answer the question. The subject is obviously a touchy one so it might be best if you just dropped it for the time being.
"So...they opened a new movie theatre close to times square." You paused to pick over the broccoli on your plate. "Maybe one day we can go there. I think it'll be fun." You tried to throw discreet hints out instead of outright saying what you wanted.
Surprisingly John didn't react to the statement, as a matter of fact, he acted as though you hadn't said anything at all. That made you slightly uneasy. You'd been throwing out hints as subtly and innocently as you could for sometime now, hoping he'd catch on. It was likely wishful thinking on your part. What the two of you have is not an actual committed relationship but it's certainly close.
"Or a restaurant?" You proposed more firmly, you took another awkward bite of food as you waited for his answer.
John still doesn't look up from his plate where the food is rapidly depleting. "I much prefer your cooking."
It's the first time he's said something and you're honestly discouraged at the compliment when you should've been fawning over the praise. You know why that is of course. His impassiveness is disturbing your spirit - aside from the night he brought your very drunk self to that hotel, you've never actually been out in public with him. What reason did he have for showing opposition?
You decided to incorporate a different approach. "I'm flattered but I get tired of cooking and I'm sick of being cooped up in the house all day."
Given that, you've already been spending an awful lot of time with him almost like his own personal shadow. As much as you love it, it's getting kind of old as the time passes.
"Understandable." He says.
Pausing completely, you look at him totally dumbfounded.
That's it?
If this was another guy, you'd run like hell. There's nothing worse than a guy that wants to lay up with you but doesn't want it to be public knowledge that he's seeing you. Does anonymity contribute or hinder progress in a relationship such as yours? You wish you could peer into his mind and know exactly how he feels about you. Especially since sex blurs the line between causal and serious in an actual relationship. Reciprocity might still be difficult for him.
You remember the first few times he came to visit you, he merely got down to business, not at all concerned with conversation until afterwards. Both things were different now - you knew him better and vise versa.
"I will consider it at a later time." His silken voice informed you.
Plastering a meager smile along your lips, you met your lover's gaze. "Okay."
For nearly five minutes, no conversation took place until John broke the quietude.
"After much consideration, I've decided to take the contract. I plan to leave out tomorrow morning."
The admission actually caused you to perk up in your chair.
Knowing that he actually took your advice into consideration is rousing. It actually shows that he values what you had to say - or at least was looking forward to whatever you hinted at when he returned. Either way you're happy. "That's good news." You beamed.
He inclined his head at your response.
When dinner was over, John wordlessly moved to assist you in cleaning the kitchen and washing the dirty dishes. Placing the dishes in the pre-run dishwater you scrubbed them clean while handing them to John who rinsed and dried them before putting them away. Other than your father you'd never actually seen a man help with the dishes before - it was strange. Still you couldn't help but smile at this.
Once the last plate was put away, you wiped your hands off on the drying cloth. "You know, even though I suck at hiding from you. I do think I can win in a fight against you."
It sounds more like that's your overconfidence talking. You feel like that explanation is much accurate.
Raised eyebrows met your line of sight. For a moment, you thought you saw something flash in the man's eyes but it disappeared just as it appeared.
In a boxing match, you think you can hold your own against him. You don't do too much fighting nowadays but that doesn't necessarily mean you don't have hands. During your middle school days, you remember having to beat up a girl in your class named Ashley because her and her friends thought they could bully you. The reason being in their words, 'you thought you were too cute'. After that she started avoiding you like the plague and giving you fearful looks whenever the two of you made eye contact; you had always felt bad about it - in a way, you still do. At the time, you didn't want anyone to be afraid of you. You wonder where she is now.
"Why you looking at me like that?" You insisted. "You think I'm playing?" Pushing your body away from the corner you stepped out towards the hallway to make more room. "Come then…"
John's expression resembled amusement rather than confusion and you wondered if he would take the open invitation. You got an answer to your invitation when he mirrors your actions and backs you out of the kitchen into the long hallway.
You took the familiar fighting stance with your hands up, fingers balled into fists. "We call this squaring up."
His posture remains mostly relaxed, arms hanging sedately at his sides. It's obvious that he doesn't do a lot of 'play fighting' and you know he'd never actually raise a hand to you. But what's wrong with a little rough housing?
He should be used to you teasing him by now since you practically jump at the chance whenever. Your favorite go to's are about his age. You really have no idea just how old he really is.
Without so much as a cue, a full scale fight ensues. The hits from your end are playful, borderline soft as there is no real intention to hurt him behind the swings. All he really does is block your jabs and halfhearted kicks near his shins.
"Better start fighting back or I'm gonna knock you out." You giggle.
John obviously didn't see you as a legitimate threat, he merely tilted his head forward while he had half-hearted attempts to dodge your attacks. Your taunts remained mostly unanswered.
You send a few jabs towards his ribcage and chest and you're even able to get him a few times on the shoulder. Even through your efforts, John manages to get a good grip on your swing limbs and you realize that you've made a horrible mistake.
John caught your arms with a quickness that would rival the agility of a cat and spun you around swiftly before pulling you down to the floor. The momentum caused you to topple forward. The move leaves you unable to comprehend what's happening, the only thing you register is that your feet aren't touching the floor anymore.
His takedown of you is gentle but effective. With little effort and a lot of precision, John is able to put you in a submission hold by taking hold of your wrist, twisting your arm behind your back, then grabbing a hold of your other wrist to keep you pinned to the floor. John had his hips pressed against yours to prevent your lower half from moving though he was still careful not to smother you with his full weight.
A hold like this isn't easy for anyone to get out of without hurting themselves. There's no real way for you to even reverse the position with the man on top of you like this. He essentially took you down like it was nothing. You know the submission hold was a practical way of stopping your antics.
His handsome face hovered a few inches over yours and you thought for a second that he might lean down and kiss you. Desire stirred deep in your gut the longer you laid on the hard floor with the heat of his frame pressed firmly against yours. You're hard pressed to say that damn near everything he does arouses you. He's an experienced man with a level of maturity you might not ever reach in your lifetime.
"Where did you learn that?" Your taunting voice having lost its edge.
Brown eyes roved over your flushed face and your heart promptly picked up its pace. The continued silence bothered you and that could quickly turn into a source of contention between the two of you. All he had to do was close the distance - it's all you wanted. To feel his lips on you again. He hadn't been inside you since yesterday and you're hoping that will change in a matter of moments.
"Learn what? I'm an old man, am I not?"
Your expectations are quite literally dashed when he retreated away and released your pinned limbs.
The last thing you expected him to do was leave you hanging, walking away when he should be bussing you down. You've been on a sexual tangent lately and you have him to blame - it's getting to a point where you're starting not to like tonight.
The entire bathroom is filled with steam when you finally step out of the shower. You'll never get tired of using that magical shower no matter how many times you almost pass out from the heat.
Alright, time to set the plan in motion.
You eyed the lingerie set laying on the sink counter. A pretty lavender, lace cupless bralette and matching panties that resembled thongs more than anything else; with a garter belt and thigh high 'd forgotten you'd even bought racy undergarments until you went rummaging through your clothing while packing a bag to return to John's house. You were thinking of saving this until he came back from his assignment but you were too touch starved and horny to care.
You took the time to brush out your long hair and get the few stray strands to lay down. Then you carefully lotioned up your body with sweet smelling lotions and oils before slipping the salacious apparel on piece by piece. You looked at yourself in the mirror. God, did it hug your body in the right places. If Rihanna can't do anything else she can definitely come through. And you're being generous with the compliment because she still hasn't released R8 yet and your patience is wearing thin. You'll give her a couple of more months.
Rihanna aside, this lingerie set is gorgeous and you honestly can't stop looking at it. Every curve of your is visible and you know it might get you devoured on sight. Not that you have a problem with that. With John your sex life is more active than its ever been and know you refuse to revert back. He should've thought of that before he fucked you and ate your pussy from the back. Now he's never gonna be able to get rid of you. And it'll be curtains for any and everybody that tries to make that happen. A man that's keeping you happy and healthy can have anything he wants from you.
As a second thought, you snatched up your silk robe and wrapped it securely around your frame. You took in a deep breath, turned off the bathroom light, and nervously ambled into the bedroom. Heat is spreading across your face and you think it carries the slightest hint of embarrassment. John is sitting up with his back positioned comfortably against a pillow situated on the headboard of the bed. The thing you notice the most is that his face is perfectly neutral almost as if he's not even phased by your raunchy attire.
Since Sweetface is so used to sleeping in bed with John when you're not around, he has to be damn near coerced to sleep in the new dog bed in one of the guest rooms down the hall.
You approached the bed slowly, waiting until John's steady gaze fell on you. Without preamble, you let the robe fall away from your shoulders to reveal your body to his unchanging visage.
"Do you like it?" You asked timidly.
Dark brows lifted. "Don't you think it's a little late for that?"
The question made you nearly scoff, a mocking smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. "Oh don't tell me the old man's tired." If it wasn't already apparent enough, that comment surely ensured that you wouldn't be getting what you wanted tonight.
"He is."
It's such a petty thing for him to say and you don't expect it from him at all. There wasn't a single instance where you recalled him intentionally rejected your advances. The experience is an unquestionably jarring one. It's almost difficult not to take it to heart.
For a brief moment, you stare at him in barely concealed disbelief, waiting to see if he's actually being serious.
"Fine then, I'll just go to sleep." You huff, flopping down on your side of the bed with your back turned before pulling the covers forcefully over yourself.
You think you've nearly won until the bed shifts slightly and the lamp on his bedside table is turned off and the rest of the room is engulfed in darkness save for the moonlight coming in from the open windows. You feel your blood pressure soaring when you feel John settling comfortably in bed. This was clearly payback for the 'old man' comments. John Wick is without a doubt one of those people that if wronged, will eventually get their get back and this was definitely an obvious example of that.
The reverse psychology didn't work like you thought it would and you've got half a mind to smother him with one of the pillows. You were sure this lingerie would get you fucked tonight and now being struck with the realization that you weren't felt like disappointment times ten. You couldn't let him know that you were upset about it.
It's nearly half past three when you manage to accidentally blink yourself awake. The bedroom is deathly quiet. Rolling over, you glance at your still sleeping lover - he's on his back, sleeping soundly, chest rising and falling in a restful motion. You really don't want to disturb his sleep but desire from hours earlier has not abated. You don't care - you want it right now. There's no way he's about to go on an extended mission and not fuck you beforehand. No way. You simply won't allow it.
You scoot closer and place a hand on his chest to try and shake him awake. "John…"
His lashes lift a tiny amount, just enough for you to gage how unfocused they are. The look in your eyes must tell him all he needs to know.
"I have to leave in a few hours." His voice came out low and husky, chest vibrating under your hand. He's still half-awake.
"I'll do all the work...you don't have to do anything. I promise." You plant a soft kiss on his lips. "Please."
John says nothing but you can see the awareness in his eyes returning.
With no response forthcoming, you tentatively slid a hand down to his manhood resting against along his thigh. You began a slow, deliberate process of rubbing the limp organ to stiffness. It's so warmer than any other part of his body at the moment. To feel it actually growing in your hand is astonishing. You stroked from the hilt to the mushroom tip. Even in the absence of light, you can feel moisture beads at the silt and with a thumb you circle the pre-cum over the tip. He can act like he's too tired but apparently his body disagrees with him. His dick is already harder than solid rock.
John offered no protest, simply laying sedately on his back as you settled atop him, fingers ghosting over the curve of your hips to assist you. Your hands find purchase on his chest and you can feel the hard muscle underneath the shirt.
It didn't help that you were already tense and nearly shaking with anticipation; wetness already forming between your legs. Your lower half is literally tingling with delight.
You rubbed your core against the length of his dick, letting out a shaky breath with each measured grind. He allowed you to control the pace entirely, moving at whatever speed best suited you. The only thing he had to do was lay back and enjoy the ride. He reached up to cup the soft mound of your left tit that was nearly coming out of the bralette, gently massaging the flesh.
Sliding the sheer panties to the side, you took a hold of the warm pillar of pulsing flesh, sliding it between your saturated folds. The feeling made you vocalize your enjoyment with a sigh of ecstasy and it didn't take long for your mind to get caught up in a haze of indescribable bliss.
You leaned and passionately caught his lips with your own while lowering yourself on his very hard erection, intertwining with the snug entrance of your body. It takes a minute for you to coax your inner muscles to relax enough to accept him. His velvety tongue slipped into the warm recesses of his mouth, tongue entangling with his. By the end of the kiss, your swollen lips were left wet so now you could feel the warm, shallow breaths fanning over the entirety of your face. Once he's seated comfortably inside of you it's the most soul-sizzling pleasure. The position caused his long shaft to curve inside of you and provide the most wonderful, fulfilling sensation.
John's fingers brushed along the insides of your thighs situated on either side of him.
Once you gain control of your senses, you have to alternate between fervently bounding and grinding sensually. All you know is that the wet noises are getting louder and more distinguishable as the time goes on. In a moment of rapture, you hooked your hands behind his head for a more satisfying angle. One of your hands raked through his hair before it promptly led to tugging the silken strands a second later.
You whined loudly and threw your head back when he effectively searched out and started battering your most sensitive spot tucked securely within your inner walls. The girth had to be something bestowed onto him by God himself.
John slowly splayed his hands over your bouncing breasts, the rocking hypnotic. Once you started moving your hips in circular motion while keening incoherently, John's eyes darkened.
His intense stare is fixed on you and you choked out a sob. The amount of lust swirling in his half-lidded orbs is everything. With that your breathing is erratic now, your body covering his dick in juices, entire frame teeming with euphoria.
Though this, your arm muscles are starting to grow weaker as you ride him in earnest. Your thigh muscles are working overtime and your right leg is just about ready to give out but you refused to slow the pace. This is the most work you've ever done during sex that you can recall. You were so close to reaching that peak of exhilaration, right there on the precipice. You can't take much more of him striking that one spot over and over while you're bouncing on the rigid flesh of his dick.
Your form seized up painfully, body riding an intense wave of pleasure. Releasing all the tension in a euphoric explosion, every nerve in your body. The pressure in your lower belly is building, stacking on the pleasure. The force of the orgasm caused you to lurch forward, several hues of bright light explored behind your eyes at that very moment. He immediately captured your lips and you moaned against his parted lips.
Afterwards, you collapsed atop him like a ragdoll, limbs heavy and useless. Your cunt continues to spasm around him, clenching around him like a tight, wet hug. A gush of warmth spills into you a moment later.
Your head is swimming, the pleasure aftershocks have yet to recede. The tiredness doesn't surprise you at all, typically after you get your nut you'll fall asleep in less than five minutes. This time wouldn't be any different.
The both of you don't move for a while. Your face remains buried in John's neck smelling his musky scent while his hand is rubbing soothing circles over your naked bottom.
He didn't shift you from the intimate connection, nor does he withdraw from inside your overly saturated walls. And you're not worried about him slipping out at any interval. In fact, as your heated body lay prone and exhausted on top of his, you felt the covers being pulled up along your back. You don't even notice when your eyelids gradually slide closed.
A generous amount of sunlight is the first thing you perceive when you wake up. It's so bright that it makes you squint even with your eyes still closed. You wish John had closed the blinds last night. You were simply resigned to just turn the other way when sounds in the room made you open your tightly clenched eyes. John can instantly be seen moving about the bedroom retrieving items to pack for his departure. He's already dressed in his suit, hair slicked neatly back from his face.
When you sit up in bed, you notice that the area between your legs has been wiped clean and your underwear is nowhere to be found. When did he find the time to clean you up without you feeling a single thing?
"Morning." You croak, voice not quite where you want it to be.
"Morning."
Slowly pulling your sluggish body from the bed, you pick up the robe from the floor and wrap it back around yourself. It'll protect from the chill of the morning air in the house. A glance at the clock shows that it's a quarter till seven and whether you like it or not you're fully up now.
Since it was your word that prompted him to accept the assignment in the first place, it's only right to stand here in your robe looking like an exhausted single mother with three kids to see him off on his mission.
Once your lover has everything he needs, you follow him dutifully down the stairs and to the garage. You wrap the robe more tightly around yourself and watch as he loads his bags in the trunk of the mustang.
As he's arranging his lounge, he speaks to you in a transparent tone of voice with the strictness of a drill sergeant. "While I am away, I want you to limit the places you visit. You may of course visit your friends and immediate family but nothing beyond that. No other outings."
Your brows knitted together in confusion. "What? Why?"
You pouted. "I don't understand."
He should know that you have questions about his demand cleverly disguised as a request. He's not actually giving you the choice to object. For John to ask this of you, it had to be for a valid reason. Otherwise, why would he go out of his way to make it known in such a serious manner.
"Is this because of what happened that night? It's fine. I'm okay. I'm not traumatized or anything."
The corner of his mouth twitched in such a miniscule way that you almost missed it. "I know."
"Then why…"
Another look from John made you lapse into silence, his mouth set in a hard line. Evidently, it wasn't up for discussion. Immediately, you want to argue; demand the reason for home wanting to restrict you from going as you pleased.
"We will discuss it when I return. For now, I want you to trust my better judgement." He informed, expression still serious and closed up. "Do you understand?"
A muscle jumped in your jaw. You're too damn stubborn for that, in fact you looked him dead in the eye. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest. As you both stood in the space of the garage, silence reigned supreme and the tension thickened.
While he loaded the bags into the truck of the car, he smoothly turned to look at you.
You raised your chin up in a show in an apparent show of opposition. Someone telling you what to do just didn't sit right with you.
A dark brow arched. "Do you understand?" He repeats with reigned strictness, the ice in his voice is evident.
You try not to smirk at your own pointed defiance.
It's only when his piercing eyes harden do you give him an actual response. "Yes."
Did John just check you?
He's showing that he doesn't care much for your act of purposely being difficult.
The smell of his cologne is intoxicating to your senses but you're too stubborn to give in. You bit the inside of your cheek.
He looked at you with a narrowed stare. He clearly didn't appreciate the little show of insolence on your part. You certainly hope he doesn't think he's intimating you because he's not. When he tilted his head down towards yours, you nearly recoiled. Obviously, he was expecting a kiss but you've already decided to deny that privilege. You never thought you'd be purposely withholding any type of affection from him but there's a first for everything. If you can't have your way all the time then he can't either.
You mischievously turned your head away from you, pursing your lips.
The action didn't matter in the least since John caught your chin with a firm hand and forced your face back to his - claiming your mouth in a fierce kiss. When he pulls away you see a ghost of a smirk pulling at his lips before he glides past you to get in the car. The car comes to life when a rumble all while you stare at him through the glass windshield.
And just like that your jubilant mood for this morning has been dashed and you don't know what to say. You watched with a sullen mien as the heavy garage door began to lift and he began to back out.
John smoothly maneuvered the car through the heavily bustling traffic of the New York streets. Despite his rapt operation of the vehicle, the contract killer still found his mind wandering elsewhere. 'Elsewhere' being his doting, oftentimes worrisome significant other. One impulsive night of indulging his newfound lust had led to this - to her. And now he was not willing to relinquish the hold she had over him.
After Helen's death, had spent over a year in a forced celibacy out of grief and a general lack of sexual impulse. He had not expected to even entertain the thought of taking another lover.
The woman could be a little rambunctious at times, but mostly sincere with her intentions. With an energy that can often be felt before she's even seen. She was also kind and honest, known to do things out of the goodness of her heart. In a world where many that knew of him and saw him as death personified, she did no such thing. All the while having intimate knowledge of his murderous occupation. She wanted to know about his work, she wanted him to be capable of finding peace with her. The questions about his occupation did however give him pause in spite of the fact that she merely wanted to understand it better.
As if that was not enough, her questions over dinner had not been lost on him. He knew what kind of thing she expected from him at this stage. She wanted to partake in relatively normal activities that most couples did, not knowing the precarious situation they were currently involved in.
Given that he was not a man that openly expressed his innermost thoughts. He merely deflected the suggestions out of concern. The 'concern' on his part is not invalid. It was only days prior that she'd been the victim of a kidnapping at the hands of skilled sex traffickers. It's actually perfect justification for her not to be gallivanting about so soon afterwards. After the incident, he'd personally taken out the entire operation so they couldn't poise a threat or anyone else. Small faction or not, they almost certainly worked for someone higher up - someone who'd undoubtedly seek revenge for the dismantling of their covert operation. That was perfectly fine - if they wanted revenge they could come seek it in blood.
Nevertheless, it would be nightmarish for her to discover that anyone from his line of work would be after her simply because he and she are closely acquainted. Targeting normal civilians is strictly prohibited but that isn't enough to stop anyone from trying. There isn't a citizen alive that wants to be hit by association. If he were honest with himself - the kidnapping had shaken him. Sex traffickers were walking around New York in alarming numbers and she was taken simply because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Such an incident has led him to take certain precautions - one of those consisted in installing a tracker on her car.
Should she ever find out, there's no doubt that she would have objections but John had done what a rational man would do in these circumstances taking into account his experience.
He could not provide a watchful eye over her while he left on assignments. He could not in good conscience allow any members of the criminal underworld to know of her existence then leave her completely unguarded. Any clever hired gun could and would use the information to their advantage and despite his standing, he was not foolish enough to think his reputation alone would prevent that from happening.
Hopefully by restricting her movements to specified places, he can place value in the fact that she won't be targeted by the wrong individual in his absence. She could not remain hidden for long, that he knew for certain. And he would take no chances with her life.
He was more than aware of how sensitive she would become when it came to specific topics. The stubbornness can be a bit troublesome at the times but he would have it no other way.
He remembered how she'd reacted with hurt and jealousy when she believed he and Perkins had a romantic relationship. Fully convincing herself that she was in the wrong by being present to witness a simple interaction and enforcing a 'break' of sorts as reasonable punishment. A gross overreaction on her part.
He would ensure that such an unnecessary thing would never happen again. With that, it was made clear that they both have separate interpretations of what constitutes as acceptable behavior. Seeing unshed tears along her eyelashes, bothered him greatly. Sadness was not an emotion he enjoyed seeing associated with her. He could vaguely recall the dull ache within his chest when she rushed past him before the tears in her eyes could escape. She felt so deeply, letting her emotions show at its conception, oftentimes against her own will. It was so endearing. To know he inspired such feelings within her. He was resolved to give her all the world had to offer and more.
Helen was much more demure and reserved in nature - not one to express her inner thoughts so quickly. His late wife had also been completely oblivious of the life he left behind for her six years ago and it had remained that way until her death.
But that is where the difference comes in. His current companion was nothing of the sort. From his understanding she's always been a woman who doesn't hesitate to stand in her own opinion - making her a force in her own right. She managed to invoke feelings in him thought to be long dead. There was nothing more enticing in this world than her - she need only look in his direction to send his desire sparking. She craved his affection in more ways than one and he could see it in those expressive orbs every time he looked into them.
Last night was a prime example. Seeing her so scantily-clad in sheer lingerie was quite the arousing sight indeed. As far as his rigid discipline went, she posed a significantly high threat to his tightly wound composure. During sex, she looked absolutely breathtaking above him, face flushed, mouth parted, eyes unfocused. Unbridled passion etched into her distorted features. He can find peace in knowing that not a single person would ever get to know the paradise between her thighs as he did. That he would make sure of.
Had he not been trying to get even, it's impossible to truly know what he might've done to her in that moment. The dark, salacious urges were only getting stronger and more unbearable as time passes and they were making themselves more prevalent now of late.
While he, as a man, can freely admit to himself that his sexual tastes run slightly above what's considered to be traditional, some might say that he walks the fine between being a sexual deviant and a normal man with conventional desires. There was, after all one lewd act he had yet to impose on her. A sinful act that never ceases to permeate the forefront of his mind whenever she's near - the burning desire to penetrate her anally in a mutual exploration of sexual pleasure.
Naturally, such an endeavor went a long way from simply looking and touching from time to time. But John knew he couldn't shake it - his fixation with the pink flower hidden in the crevice that encompasses her derriere. One of the first features he noticed about her was her round backside. Already he'd lapped at the tight opening with brushes of his tongue and only recently teased the outer rim with a finger. He wanted to violate that taut hole, as it undoubtedly the most untouched place on her body. It would go without saying that her willingness to accept any form of sexual pleasure from him was a consistent driving factor and they not been interrupted the night prior, there's a strong possibility that he might have already tried to claim that space for himself. It would add a new layer of vulnerability.
Such an intimate act, requires a greater level of trust between and she'd already indicated that she's somewhat partial to it. With proper preparation and patience, he can successfully mount her. As things stand in the present, he need only bid his time.
November 8th - 5:48:
It's nearly the tenth time in ten minutes that you've aggressively patted the top of your head to ease the itchy feeling there. Honest to God, you're sick of the lace front. Granted, you've only had it for a little over a week but your scalp is itchy as hell and it's driving you crazy. There wasn't enough patting in the world that could nullify that. The one thing that shocked you was that the glue was holding so well that you didn't have to worry about the hair coming up. You're starting to think the stylist might've used super glue to keep it in place. The style was cute for a little moment but now you think you're ready for another convenient braided style. You can never go without them for long.
It was all the motivation you needed to hit up Shannon and book an appointment, preferably the earliest one. She of course, was very understanding and accommodating. She knows just how much you favor styles that last longer than a month from your many conversations within her chair. She generously put you down a week from now even though her schedule stays booked up at least two months in advance. You're not complaining.
You went ahead and told the girls that you and John were back together and they weren't all that shocked about it. In fact, they clowned the shit outta you in the groupchat for a while before quitting when you brought up how they'd virtually done the same thing with the men in their lives at the time.
I knew it wasn't gon last long. - Alexis
For almost two days you sat in John's house with nothing to do. You can only Postmates so much fried rice to the house and cooking is totally out of the question. Why you eat like America has free healthcare, you'll never know.
You can't stand Fridays that feel like Sundays. With John gone, there's not much to do but lay about and let the day pass away. You find that you desperately need something to occupy your time. Boredom causes you to do stupid things.
This isn't the first time you and the pouch have been left to enjoy each other's company and it likely wouldn't be the last. After a couple of google searches, you found a nice dog park that's a few blocks away from your apartment. Apparently, it's known to be a really popular spot.
Alongside trips to the park, car rides have become one of his favorite things.
The weather isn't as unbearable as it should be today and you're essentially capitalizing on it.
You don't have any sort of permission from his owner to take him anywhere and frankly you don't see the need to run it by him either. His owner might've placed restrictions on you but the same couldn't be said for him. You're responsible enough to take care of a dog having spent enough time with him. He's so well-behaved everywhere he goes, it's absolutely adorable if not refreshing. After all, you can't be out here chasing him in public when a bird just so happens to catch his attention. Though you know he wouldn't embarrass you like that, especially when the two for you aren't supposed to be out at the park in the first place. In a way, Sweetface has become your baby in a way.
Sweetface had already made more than a few friends during his near hour long playtime. He's having the time of his life socializing with other dogs. He and a female bulldog named Missy have become quite acquainted after about five minutes of butt sniffing. It's kinda sweet aside from the fact that you can't really let them out of your sight for even a second for fear that they might sneak off to make puppies. The bulldog's owner is a white that looks like she attends meditation and yoga classes at the asscrack of dawn. Just from her appearance you can tell that you both have nothing in common so attempting any small talk is pointless. Apart from that, your life does not revolve around Taylor Swift or Starbucks. Therefore normal conversation between the two of you is impossible.
A homeless man can be sitting on the ground near a tree with his own dog by his side. He had a shaggy beard and ragged clothing. The state of the clothing probably wouldn't fully protect him from the chill of the air outside especially at night. You can't stand seeing people down on their luck like that. It really tugged at your already sensitive heartstrings. You fished the largest bill you currently had on you, a twenty, out of your pocket. Then you walked over to personally hand the man the money.
He looked slightly surprised, before he hesitantly took the bill from your hand. "Thank you ma'am."
You nodded, offering him a small smile. "Mmhh. Just get you something to eat okay?"
"...okay." He answered.
Nodding you moved back to sit on the park bench, not noticing how the man's gaze lingered on your retreating back.
When you pull up to your grandmother's house, you spot your mother walking on the porch, both hands full of grocery bags. A tell-tell sign that she'd just returned from being sent on a shopping trip. Before you even think of leaving the car, you turn to give Sweetface a prep talk even though you know he doesn't really need it. When has he ever been known to give you any sort of trouble?
"My grandma won't mind you being in her house but you gotta be on your best behavior okay?" You say.
Sweetface follows behind you on the leash evenly, occasionally sniffing his new surroundings. He could probably smell the stray cats and dogs that lingered around the house sometimes.
It feels like forever since you've visited her house. You'd forgotten how warm and homey it was. Your grandmother was one of those old people that kept a million things in her house but it never looked cluttered or disorganized. From the sound of the voices, a conversation is being had in the kitchen. When you shut the front door, the conversation is suddenly halted.
"Is that who I think it is?" A familiar voice calls out to you from the kitchen. It's one you know well.
It doesn't take long for your mouth to form into a goofy grin. "Hey grandma."
The woman slowly walks out of the kitchen - the surprise on her face is priceless. You'd been told a thousand and one times how all three of you favor. Honestly, you'd be a fool to try and deny it. When you finally reach your golden years, you imagine that you'll look and act just like her and that suited you just fine.
Your grandmother is a sweet, hilarious woman who loves to tease anyone in the vicinity. She's an old woman born and raised in the south with a heart of gold. Over the course of your life, you'd never known her to fear anything. She didn't have to command respect, she was simply given it based on her character. You loved her with all your heart.
She was one of those women that wouldn't allow her family to put her in a nursing home no matter how old and frail she got. Not that your folks would ever even consider something like that. She would be brought in to live with your parents before the thought of putting her in a home ever came about. You always thought people who could place their loved one's in a nursing home and put their house on the market the very next day were terribly cruel. How can one value money over their aged loved one? It's sickening to think about.
"That's my gal right there!" She enveloped you big, warm hug. "Girl, I ain't seen you in twenty years, what you been up to?"
You shrug. "Nothing much."
"If you ain't been doing nothing then you would've visited a long time ago." She chastised. "Your mama told me what happened with that professor, you know she can't hold water. You doing alright?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I wouldn't worry about it too much. You remember what I always told you right?"
"What's for me will be for me." You answered.
"Mmhhh. God's just got other plans for you that's all." She nodded, taking one of your hands in hers. "You might feel a little lost right now but you'll eventually find your way. Life is full of twists, stops, and turns but it's all about finding where you need to be and staying there."
Well, the elder woman was right about that.
Up until this point, she hadn't really paid attention to the dog on the leash until she pulled back. "Suki, who's big dog you got in my house?"
The use of her nickname for you has you smiling so hard, your jaw starts to hurt. "Oh I'm just dog sitting for a friend."
"Dog sitting?"
"Yeah, his owner is out of town so I'm watching him till they come back."
"Okay then. As long as he don't get on my couch he can stay." She laughs as she ventures back into the kitchen with your mother.
A pot of beans was already going on the stove and judging by the scent, they had to be brown beans. Call it a talent or just intuition, you'd learned to distinguish different food based on the smells by the time you were an adolescent. Food was one of her favorite things to argue about and it was always interesting to watch.
You moved to the backdoor to let sweetface off the leash to explore in the fenced off backyard.
When you saw the look on your grandmother's face when she held the bag up, you just knew what she was going to say. "Why you get these small potatoes? I can't cook nothin with this!"
"Big or small they're still potatoes mama." Your slightly annoyed mother argued, knowingly inciting an even longer dispute.
"But these aren't the potatoes I want."
"Well you gonna have to work with em, this is all they had."
"Lord have mercy." The older woman shook her head in exasperation as she picked up one of the potatoes. "Look at this...what the hell I'm supposed to do with this?"
"Cook them." Your mother counters.
Your mother is unmoved as she places her hands on her hips. "All you wanna do is argue. Don't you get tired?"
"That's between me and Jesus. You worried about me, you need to be worried about yourself."
You stifled a snicker. Watching them fuss is easily one of your favorite things to do.
Still your grandmother's words lingered uncomfortably in your mind. You'd lied to her just now, about the things you'd been experiencing, something you never do. It felt like you were being totally deceitful and you can't lie and say that you're not affected by it in some capacity. Your folks still don't know shit about you getting kidnapped. Truthfully, they can never know. The way your family reacts over minuscule things, your admission would almost certainly trigger a cataclysmic effect. The situation has already been handled and right now, you don't see any harm in keeping them in the dark for now. There's nothing you can get out of telling them other than a headache.
You're even more amused when the topic of conversation between the women switches at the drop of a dime. Clearly, your grandmother is in a rather good mood to gossip.
"I was watching that um...what's her name? Wendy Williams. Yeah, I was watching her the other day...she knows everybody's business don't she?"
A notification pings from your phone and you see that it's from the group chat. Texting your friends is considerably better than watching the two women bicker over small potatoes and discussing talk shows with messy hosts.
Wyd? - Jasmine.
At my grandmother's house. - You.
Another text comes through immediately afterwards. Tre wants us to go to a party at the Mirage tonight for one of his homeboys. You coming? - Alexis
Damn Lex I was getting to that. - Jasmine
Well you were taking too long so… - Alexis
I appreciate the effort or lack thereof but I won't be able to make it anyway. - You.
Why though? What's going on? - Jasmine
Nothing. I just can't. - You.
The last time you partied with them you ended up kidnapped but they didn't have to know that. Plus it's not like any of that was their fault. There's no way anyone could have foreseen what would happen, not even you.
A good fifteen seconds passes by when your screen lights up with a three-way facetime notification. You immediately jump from the couch and head for the backdoor. Sweetface is currently resting on the porch and peaks up when he sees you.
"Hello?"
Alexis' less than pleased face comes into frame immediately. While Jasmine is clearly lying in bed with the covers up to her neck. "What you mean you can't come?"
A brief inhale then exhale done before you offer a response. "John doesn't want me going anywhere right now."
Two utterances of 'what' have your lips straightening into a line.
The confusion in Jasmine's voice is present. "The hell you mean 'he doesn't want you going anywhere?"
"Oh so now he doesn't want you to go anywhere? Damnnnn that cat been working huh? I'm not mad atcha!" Alexis humorously interjects.
Suddenly, you feel a laugh creeping up from your belly but you rein it in. "Chill, it's not what you think."
"Well what is it then?!"
"It was a mutual agreement while he's off on business." You lie.
"I can't cap, it still sounds pretty sus for a guy to do that."
Alexis snorted. "Bitch you lying. I know your lying voice."
Jasmine quickly chimes in. "Now usually, I'd respect your decision but you're clearly lying. The question is why though."
"I don't have a reason to lie! Why are y'all being so accusatory?"
"Because you're lying!"
"Okay okay. So maybe it wasn't a mutual agreement but he did say that he wanted me to stay home until he came back."
Alexis clicked her tongue. "Hmmm, the girl I know wouldn't let no man tell her where she can and can't go."
"Lex why you instigating with yo messy ass."
"I'm just saying. When has she ever let a man keep her in the house?"
Now, you have to admit she's made several points. Any man before John would not have been able to tell you to do anything. But this is John you're talking about. And you really don't want him finding out. "Look, you're right. I'll give you that but John's not really the kind of man that would say something like that with a good reason."
"Ohhh my god." Alexis groaned. "Bitch sneak out or sum damn! We'll cover you."
The admission doesn't surprise you. Your friends are the type of friends that would break you out of a maximum security prison if they're able.
"You scared?"
"No, I'm not scared!"
There's shuffling on Alexis' end before someone else pops into frame. "Girl bring yo ass! We ain't seen you in about five years!" Tre yells.
You wonder if he's been listening the whole time.
You released a loud exhale. This clearly isn't a good idea. You'd deliberately be going against John's wishes. "Okay, I'll go but imma only be there for a little bit not the whole time."
"That's cool."
"Yeah, that's good enough."
"Meet me at my apartment later on."
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