After the band finished their set, I ordered another drink. My last outing and the outcome was still on my mind. So much so, that I was sitting there sizing up potential prey. Even on nights when I have no intension of killing, anytime I’m in a bar, I still have an eye out for prey. There are certain things I look for in prey, certain tell-tell signs that let me know that they would make excellent prey.
That brought me back to Mr. Kickass, as I’ve grown fond of calling him. I still couldn’t get past the fact the he presented himself as no different from any other prey. And maybe that was it. Even though I didn’t see it coming, he knew exactly what he had planned for me, and that wasn’t his first time. If he had presented himself as an aggressor or given any hint that he was Mr. Kickass, I, and no other woman with any brains, would go anywhere with him.
Now that I had settled that matter, it left me with two unanswered questions. One which I’ve been avoiding, more like hiding from, for my whole life.
There was something he said to me that got me thinking. “I knew as soon as I saw your fine ass that you liked it rough.”
Was there something about the way I presented myself that made me his prey? Maybe I couldn’t have killed him. Maybe I could have asked him some questions first. I laughed. I could hear it now. “Excuse me, Mr. Kickass. Before I kill you, would you mind explaining what it was about me that made you think that I enjoyed getting my ass kicked?”
Just then, I noticed that a man had sat down in the stool next to me. He was reasonably good looking. He had prey written all over him. “Can I buy you a drink?”
I looked at the guy for what seemed like a long time, but wasn’t, before I finally said something. “You know, any other night I would have accepted your offer, and invited you to join me; and before the night was done, I would have taken you somewhere and had my way with you. But not tonight. Tonight I don’t feel like being bothered. And believe me, I’m doing you a favor.”
“You sure?”
“That I don’t want to be bothered, or that I’m doing you a favor?”
“Yeah,” the prey said.
“Believe me, it’s both. Now run along, please, for you own good—run along,” I said, and shooed him away like a little boy. He mumbled something under his breath and sulked away.
I looked the bartender. “Bring me another Kamikaze.”
While the band came back onstage and began their third set, I faced up to the thing I’ve been avoiding: something that happened to me that night with Mr. Kickass. Other than the ass kicking he dealt me; that was the best sex I ever had. He fucked the shit out of me and for a minute there, I actually thought that I was going to have an orgasm without killing him.
There were two possibilities: One, I actually liked or needed to get my ass kicked, or he was just the best lover I even had. I preferred to think that he was just that good. The idea that I liked getting my ass kicked just wasn’t something I was willing to accept. But I had to leave it open as a possibility.
So now what?
I decided that a test was in order. No. I’m not going to ask some man to kick my ass before he fucks me. Having sex with a man that I was planning on killing was more what I had in mind. All I had to do was find a man with some skills, which as you know, is easier said than done. It was too bad Tavarus went home to sleep. I figure that any man that can call and wake up a woman at two in the morning for a booty call must have some skills, or she’d hang up on him. I thought about Chris. I liked him, thought he was sexy, but we were doing business together and I didn’t think mixing the two was a good idea.
So what now?
I saw this really fine guy at the other end of the bar. He was talking to a woman and she was falling all over every word he said. I kept watching, and then he looked over and noticed me. From then on, while she was talking he was looking at me. I went into my routine. Before long, he had excused himself from her and was on his way over to talk to me.
Now, if there is one thing I can do—it’s get a man to leave a bar with me. Once I had him hooked, I made a promise to myself. I am not going to kill him. And to make sure that happened, I did several things that were outside of my routine. I stayed at the bar and talked to him, and allowed him to buy me drinks. Normally I would have moved him to a dark or secluded spot in the bar to cut down on people seeing us together. When we left the bar, we walked out together; and to top it off, I left my car and rode to his place with him.
When we got to his place, he led me straight to the bedroom. I stopped in front of the bed and began to loosen his tie, and dropped it on the floor. I unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He quickly stepped out of his shoes while I took off his shirt and his pants. I looked into his eyes while I slowly pulled down his underwear. He was lost in my eyes, and I was lost in the size of his dick. I sat him down on the bed and did a seductive little dance as I removed my clothes.
When I was naked, I laid down on the bed next him. He ran his hand across my breasts and touched them, held them, squeezed them, and teased them with his tongue. He slid his tongue slowly around my nipples, coming close but never touching them. I spread my legs and stroked his dick while he fingered my clit. I felt his dick getting harder and harder. I took him in my mouth and he moaned his approval of my skills. With my other hand, I reached out and slowly began to massage and fondle his balls. I licked up and down his shaft, sucked his head, and went down on him again. Taking almost all of him into my mouth.
When he couldn’t take any more, he grabbed my head, pulled me up, and pulled me toward him. He kissed my neck and chest passionately, and I continued to stroke his erection. He continued kissing his way down my body, fingering my pussy and sucking on my nipples. I laid on my back with my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his tongue darting across my chest from nipple to nipple. He began gliding his hands across my skin to my now dripping wet pussy. My excitement built as he gently moved my body so he could taste me.
He spread my lips while he made circles around my clit. He slid his tongue inside me and sucked my lips. I felt my body tremble a little while he sucked my clit and licked it with the tip of his tongue. I began thinking, hoping that maybe this would be the night that I would orgasm without murder, and put that part of my life behind me. He sucked my clit and it grew harder. He ran his tongue along my lips and proceeded to lick and suck my clit. I began to feel my body convulse, but suddenly, he raised his head and thrust himself into me.
I looked at him, his eyes were closed, and he was pumping away. I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was about to come. I pushed him off of me. “I’m not ready for you to cum yet,” I said. And he looked at me like I had lost my mind. I started to get my gun, hold it to his head, and tell him to get back between my thighs and finish the job. But I promised to play nice tonight.
I repositioned myself, straddled his torso, and lowered myself onto him, taking his erection into the wetness between my thighs. I thought about killing him, but I tried to force the thoughts from my mind. I kept my movements agonizingly slow and deliberate, in an attempt to heighten my pleasure. Then I closed my eyes and began to fuck him hard. In my mind, I tried to picture myself with my hands wrapped around his throat, like I was strangling him. I fucked him harder and harder. I felt him getting harder; I opened my eyes. Once again, I could tell by his look and the way he was breathing that he was going to cum. I didn’t want him to cum inside me, so I rolled off of him. Once again, he looked at me like I was crazy for stopping him. It was like he wanted to get a nut and take me back to my car. Fuck whether I got mine or not.
I crawled around on the bed, like the animal in heat that I was, and hoped he’d take the hint. Finally, he crawled over behind me and ran his hands along my ass. I spread my legs, fingered my clit, and played with my lips. He got up on his knees and entered me from behind. I began to squirm as I took in every inch of him and began winding my hips. He let go of my hips and allowed me to move my body the way I wanted to. Every once in a while, he would g
rab and squeeze one of my cheeks;, but I got the feeling that he was done with me and just hoped I would cum, so he could take me back to my car. Good luck with that one, I thought and began to buck harder and harder.
He finally got into it and leaned forward, grabbed me by the shoulders, and began to pound furiously on my ass until my body started to tremble. “Ooooooooh shit!” I yelled; but instead of finishing me off, he decided to get fancy with it. He pulled out of me and reached between my legs and fingered my clit with one hand, and squeezed my breast with the other. Shit! I was almost there! He got into long stroke, pulling almost completely out of me, and slowly easing himself back inside my pussy. Then he pulled out and held on to his dick. “Ooooh, shit! I’ma cum!”
“No!” I yelled, but it was too late. He was jerking his load on my ass.
I got out of bed and took a shower. When I came out, he said to give him a few minutes and he would take me back to my car. “That’s all right. I’ll call a cab,” I said, and took out my cell phone. I was so frustrated that I didn’t even wait until the cab got there before I left. When I was dressed, I left and waited outside. During the cab ride back to my car, I thought about my night.