Fire & Vice: Fear in Her Eyes

Chapter 5

He itched to wrap his fingers around her neck. She stood in front of him, with her back to him, just inches from his body. Never, in recent memory had he been so consumed by such scalding fury. He could barely control himself. He'd stalked her down the hall after she'd closed the door on her precious Maestro. After the man had placed his lips against the softness of her skin, claiming the plush mouth that was to be his alone. If that had been his only infraction, the Maestro would still be a dead man. But he had been loose with his tongue, speaking freely of Daniel and his employer. Gossiping like an old woman, warning Addison away from him before she had even been properly introduced. Worst of all he had been present while she'd undressed.

Which was the reason he so badly wanted to wrap his fingers around her neck, shove her facedown over the counter and beat her ass until she understood that no man would ever watch her take her clothes off except him. The only thing stopping him was the fact that Addison wouldn't understand. He would be a faceless man, terrorizing her in her own home, for reasons unknown to her. Until he was able to calm the f**k down and introduce Addison to a few new realities in her life he would have to patient.

"Don't go breaking my heart!" Addison suddenly burst out, flinging her arms over her head, startling him.

He realized quickly she was singing, quite badly, for someone with the exceptional musical talent he'd witnessed earlier in the evening.

"Woohoo, nobody knows it!- When I was down, I was your clown, nobody knows it!" she sang as she danced around the room, easily sashaying around the furniture despite her inebriated state and blindness. He stared in astonishment, unsure if he should grab her before she made a mistake and slammed into something. "Right from the start, I gave you my heart, I gave you my heart..."

She began unbuttoning her shirt down the front. She grabbed the two sides of the white dress shirt, turned to face him and flung them open, baring her creamy skin, black bra and black stockings. "So don't go breaking my heart, I won't go breaking your heart, don't go breaking my heart."

She flung the shirt off, reached for the stockings and shimmied them down her thighs. She hopped around a little, breathlessly chanting a few more lines before yanking the hose completely off. Daniel stood a few feet away from her, taking in every inch of skin revealed to him in the dim glow of the city behind her. She hadn't bothered with curtains. It probably didn't occur to her that people from other buildings might be able to see her.

He clenched his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her. He'd wanted this woman for himself for months now, since she moved into the building and he started building a security portfolio on her. He wanted to teach her to obey him, to always submit to him. He wanted to discipline her, to dominate and torture her body until she screamed for him, came for him so hard she would never again think of other men.

Addison pulled down the straps of her padded bra, releasing breasts that looked to be somewhere between an A and B cup. They didn't quite fit with the flare of her hips and ass, making her more of a lush pear shape. Which worked for him. He was very much into her backside when it came to paying particular attention to Addison's assets. His eyes burned as her bra dropped with a soft thud and she reached to hook her fingers into the elastic top of her black panties. Without particular flare, because she had no idea she had an audience, she wiggled them over the width of her hips, down her thighs and kicked them off.

She stood proudly naked before him. The city glow behind her was enough that he could make out the dark pink of her areolas and jutting n*****s. Her p***y was tidy but unshaven. He moved soundlessly as she strode toward him, heading for the washroom. Once more, as she did in the elevator, she froze when she was standing right next to him. She stopped walking, gloriously naked, except for the long chestnut hair flowing down her body. She tilted her head to the side, toward him and inhaled as he had done so many times to her.

He was curious. Could she smell him? He never wore scents. It was a dead giveaway. But everyone had pheromones, and some people were more sensitive to them than others. Could she detect him? If so, then he would be forced to move up his plans for her. Just now, looking down at her nude body, he wasn't sure that was a bad idea.

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Addison laughed.

She really was going crazy. Maybe living in the sightless world of her own head for the past twenty-eight years had finally driven her over the edge. What she needed was a release, the kind only Bugs could provide.

Still humming to herself she made her way to the bathroom for a quick rinse. She finished up by brushing her teeth and hair and then made her way into the bedroom. Reaching into the bedside table, she pulled her favourite vibrator, the 'rabbit,' out of its bag and set it on the bed. Hopping up onto the plush mattress she wiggled until she was right in the middle and perfectly comfortable, leaned back against a stack of pillows.

She pressed the buttons until it was on her favourite setting and leaned back for a nice relaxing session with Bugs.

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What. The. f**k. Was. She. Doing?

She picked up a long, thick vibrating toy from beside her bed and began pressing buttons. He could tell from the light coming in her window that it was pink and, aside from the obvious p***s attachment, it also had a smaller part curving out from it. She held it up in front of her face, as though she could see it. She stuck her tongue out and licked the damn thing from stem to tip. His heart stuttered in his chest, a response he thought combat training had desensitized him to years ago.

Then she slowly ran the thing down her body, vibrating it first against one puffy n****e and then against the other. Apparently the attention to her n*****s was exactly right because she started moaning and spreading her legs at the knees. She lowered the vibrator down her curved belly while her other hand continued plucking at her sensitive n*****s. Her moans of pleasure filled the air.

He knew the moment the vibrator found her clit because she let out a tiny scream and bounced against the bed as the shock went through her. She bit her lip and forced herself to take the jolt against the most sensitive part of her. Sweat broke out on his forehead and he had to shake his head to keep his concentration. He needed to take note. His girl liked a little bit of pain, which was going to help her deal with him a whole lot better.

"Oh god!" she moaned out loud when she began pressing the length of the vibrator into her p***y. It went about halfway in and then met with resistance. She panted and wiggled her hips against the mattress.

He gripped the doorknob of her bedroom door and squeezed with every ounce of longing he felt to stop himself from leaping onto the bed, tearing the vibrating toy out of her slim fingers and slamming himself into her instead. He wanted to f**k Addison more than he'd wanted anything, ever. Including his freedom from the North Korean work camp.

When she reached down her body, he released the doorknob from his lethal grip and stepped closer to the bed so he could see what she was doing. She used the fingers of one hand to pull her labia apart while her other hand worked the toy deeper into her v****a. Her laboured pants filled the air as she braced her feet against the mattress and pressed her hips up, f*****g the toy.

Carefully, with as much stealth as he was capable of, Daniel placed his knee on the end of her bed and leaned over. He was pleased to see that she managed to get the entire thing in, because he was nearly twice as big as her toy. He watched in awe and jealousy as she used her pink vibrator to pleasure herself. The part that curved from the front was pressed against her clit, vibrating that sensitive part of her, while the plastic p***s massaged her from the inside.

Clever toy, he thought. Unsure if he wanted to break it the moment he got his hands on it or use it to torture her. He could tell she was getting close to coming. Her hips came right off the bed and her moans became higher pitched and closer together.

His lips twitched. She wouldn't be a quiet lover.

Unable to help himself, Daniel leaned over her until he was nearly on top of her. His muscles strained with the effort it took to balance so much on so little surface area, but he was an expert. He had once killed a man who had been reading quietly in his bed, completely alert to the world around him, yet hadn't heard or seen Daniel coming. A blind woman in the throes of an orgasm didn't stand a chance.

Addison threw her head back into her pillows and screamed, thrusting her hips into the air so far they nearly touched his face. He battled the need to close the distance and take just one lick. She might not even notice, she was so far gone in her own pleasure. Instead he comforted himself by inhaling her scent deep into his lungs, memorizing her. Savouring her while she came.

Then the moment passed and she collapsed into the mattress.

He moved swiftly off the bed as her foot stretched out and landed in the spot where he had just been kneeling. He watched her for a few seconds more as she came down from the high of her orgasm before turning away and swiftly leaving her apartment. He knew if he stayed one moment longer he would join her in that bed. And he couldn't bring himself to destroy her carefully ordered world.

Not just yet.