Page 12 of Brian and Mina's Holiday Hits
Despite recent events, I’m so close to that razor edge of pleasure. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she takes me with no question who’s in control right now, grinding her pussy down harder on me.
Her delicious moans fill the air as she fucks me harder, riding out an orgasm I thought she couldn’t have this way. Her pleasure sends me over the edge into my own, and I shudder, spilling myself inside her. She kisses me hard, then leans against my shoulder, panting as I slowly go soft within her.
She seems to gather herself after a moment and rises off me. Our combined spendings drip down her thigh, soaking into the silk stockings. I think she’s about to finally unchain me, but she isn’t done yet.
She turns and walks back across the room. Matsumoto is barely conscious at this point, and she slaps him hard across the face to bring him back to her.
I watch as she rips the knife out of his shoulder and he screams again like the little fucking girl he ultimately has turned out to be.
I can’t see the expression on her face from this angle, or the look in her eyes, but I hear her voice.
“When you get to hell, tell your father I said hello.”
Then she drags the blade across his throat and ends him. She turns back to me, covered in his blood, and smiles.
This dark thing that I have created… she is stunning.
SIX
mina
As soon asI uncuff Brian he flies into action. The first thing he does is gather me into his arms like a starving man in the desert. Like I’m the last puddle of water for miles and miles. He holds me and whispers in my ear: “When we get home, after you’ve rested, you’re getting a punishment.”
Not exactly the whispered endearments one expects after a harrowing near-death experience, but this is Brian we’re talking about.
I nod. I always knew that was the price, and I imagine it will be an actual punishment, unlike how he normally is with me. But I know he won’t harm me. He’s got to get this out. I saw how terrified he was when he saw me walk into the room. I know he still sees me—or saw me—as the helpless broken doll he rescued… twice.
I’m not sure what he sees now. I don’t know if we only work as long as I’m helpless. Will the fact that I came here like this and saved the day, change things? Will it make him not want me anymore? I’ve always known that part of what Brian sees in me, and the reason I’m safe from him, is because we’re alike.
We wear mirroring scars on our back from two separate and unrelated horrific pasts. His from his childhood, mine muchmore recent. But if I become more like him in his darkness, does that change his desire to protect me? Does it change how safe or unsafe I am with him? I don’t know. But I had to do it.
It was my turn to do the rescuing. He pulls back from me and looks away, taking a long deep breath, as though he’s gathering himself. Finally, he orders me to sit, then leaves me alone in the room. When he returns, he’s clearly raided the kitchen. He drops a box of round crackers, a sealed package of cheese, a sealed package of deli meat, and a bottled water—unsurprisingly also sealed—at my feet.
I know, as paranoid as Brian is that he has to have all food sealed in factory condition if he’s at another location besides the house. Not sure why Matsumoto would poison his own food, but… you just never know what’s going on in someone else’s space or who has it out for whom. Bad men have enemies, and you wouldn’t want to consume the poison meant for another. Better to be safe.
“Eat. It will ground you and help keep you from going into shock.”
I don’t think I’m going into shock, though I’m buzzy as hell with adrenaline, and my hands are a little shaky, so I don’t argue with him. I rip into the food and make little cracker sandwiches with the turkey and cheddar. It may just be snack food but with the energy he delivered it, it may as well have been a wild boar he hunted and wrestled to the ground for me.
“Where’s my mayo?” I ask.
He smirks. “That smart mouth is going to get you in even more trouble.”
Yes, but he smiled—or, what passes for a smile on Brian.
He leaves the room again, then comes back a few minutes later with a blanket he must have dragged off Matsumoto’s bed. I’m still naked and covered in the blood of our enemy. Brian wraps me in the blanket.
“After you eat, I want you to go up and take a shower, clean that blood off while I clean things up here.”
My gaze shifts to the dungeon shower, but Brian shakes his head. “No, you’ll be too distracting. I’ll never get anything done. Go upstairs. I had a look when I was up there. It’s a rain shower. It’s nice.”
I just nod. Brian needs to be in laser-focused body disposal mode. He’s got this from here. He doesn’t tell me how he would have died if he’d lost me. He doesn’t say sweet words of love, or even the word love. He can’t. But I felt him. I know. I feel the thread that connects us. I felt it vibrate and then pull tight against the tension of our possible fate. As though someone or something was there, poised to cut the thread of our lives, but then took Matsumoto’s instead.
I’m not sure how Brian feels about the sex, except that he came and I came. That’s about the extent of my wisdom on this subject currently. But he doesn’t bring it up. And if he decides to, it won’t be while he’s concerning himself with getting rid of two bodies and removing all evidence that we were ever here.
He leaves the room again while I sit with my snack and my thoughts. How doIfeel about the sex?
I’ve never liked intercourse. Even before I kept picking bad men who hurt me, it just wasn’t my thing. Maybe it was always the men, even before I started picking worse and worse partners, I think I was choosing selfish lovers from the beginning. Men who wanted to use me as a masturbatory tool—a sleeve to fuck in, to get off in as quickly as possible.
