Page 11 of Brian and Mina's Holiday Hits
Then it’s like some revelation hits him, something he forgot.
“Atsushi!” he shouts.
“Don’t bother,” she says. “I already killed your guard. If you don’t want to be next, I suggest you chain yourself to the wall.”
Matsumoto laughs a hysterical, maniacal laugh, like a man who has truly lost his mind. At no moment is an animal more dangerous than this. His reflexes are slowed from the blood he’s losing, but he tries to lunge for her anyway.
Without blinking, Mina puts a bullet in his knee. “NOW, motherfucker!”
He screams. “Okay, okay…. I… okay…” as he hobbles over to the wall, locking himself into the chains.
As soon as he’s chained, Mina looks like she’s about to leave us both, but instead, she opens the door, aims the gun, and fires down at something on the ground.
I raise an eyebrow when she returns. I can finally breathe properly again. She’s got this well in hand, and now I can just enjoy the glorious show. She has never been more attractive to me than she is now. As much as I’ve relished being her protector, doing one good thing for one person, it’s nothing compared to watching her rise like a phoenix from the ashes.
“I had to kill the guard,” she says to me. “I seduced him and put a needle in his throat, but I think you mentioned that drug only lasts about an hour.”
Whoisthis woman? I’m sure I’m gaping at her like a goldfish.
“You have no control over Brian. He’ll kill me. You can’t keep your promise,” Matsumoto says as his reality seems to fully be clicking in.
“You’re too pathetic to kill,” I say. But he’s right. As soon as Mina lets me out, I’m killing this piece of shit.
Mina crosses the room again, her heels clicking sharply over the concrete in the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. She gets in his face and presses in on the star embedded in his thigh. “Where. Is. The. Key?” she hisses at him.
She is glorious.
“I-in my pocket.” He can barely get the words out.
She slips her hand down his pants pocket, and I swear he closes his eyes in bliss for a moment, and now I really want to kill him. What I truly want to do is torture the shit out of him until he begs for death, but I don’t think he’ll last long enough for that. He’s half an hour from expiration at most.
I expect her to unlock me from my chains so I can finish him. I expect at any moment that whatever fuels her will run out. Even though I’ve seen the evidence of what she’s become with me, I still can’t fully believe it. I still expect it to all fall apart, for her to fall apart.
But she doesn’t unlock my shackles. Instead, she drops the keys in the middle of the floor. She speaks to Matsumoto, but her gaze is locked on mine as she unfastens the corset, one hook at a time down her back.
“What was it you said you wanted to do? Shoot Brian, and fuck me while he bleeds out so he could see your triumph? You’ll have to excuse me if I can’t remember the exact words. I’m buzzing with so much adrenaline right now.”
She smirks at me as I’m sure my eyes widen. What the fuck is she doing?
“Mina?” I say. She can’t possibly be doing what I think she’s about to be doing. But she just tosses the corset to the ground, her tits popping free. I only now notice the blood from Matsumoto on her. She looks like a goddess of war, fresh off the battlefield, her hair and eyes wild with both fury and a mix of battle lust and sexual lust.
I can’t tear my gaze from her as she unhooks the garter belt and slides the panties down. The stockings are made so that they can stay up on their own. The garter belt is just because it’s sexy. She keeps the stockings and shoes on.
She does one slow turn. I’m not sure if it’s for me or Matsumoto. Probably both of us, then she strides over to me, purpose in her gaze. I’m hard as granite, and I’ve long given up caring what such things mean about me.
I know she’s not going to fuck me. Mina doesn’t fuck. And I can live with that. I don’t trust myself fucking her anyway. I don’t trust that the darker sides of me won’t come out to hurt her.
She won’t fuck me, but maybe she’s going to… blow me? I try to sort through the insane thought process going through my mind. I can’t let her do that… not in front of this monster who planned to… not after his father…
But I’m wrong, she isn’t going to blow me. Before I can utter a word, she’s unzipped my pants. She straddles me and lowers herself onto my cock, letting out a delicious hiss of pleasure as I fill her pussy. A matching groan escapes my throat as Ifeelher. For the first time in all the time we’ve been together… I am inside her and I feel her exquisite warm wetness.
I was lying to myself when I said I didn’t want this. I can’t remember being inside a woman ever… feeling like this.
There is a sharp intake of breath, and I realize it’s mine. She grips my chin and turns me so that my eyes lock with hers, so I can’t escape this intimacy with her. I wouldn’t want to. I’m just afraid she’ll see how empty I am inside, that the words I’ve said to her weren’t hollow platitudes about what a monster I am.
She rides my cock like she was born to do it. I want to ask her if she’s okay. I want to ask her so many things. I’m not normally a guy who likes conversation unless I’m torturing someone in the dungeon, but I want to talk to her right now.
But I can’t. I can’t let Matsumoto hear these things he has no right to hear even as he’s bleeding out and looks about to lose consciousness.
