Plaything: A Dark Romance Page 6

  "It's not gonna involve sex again, is it?" I asked hesitantly, not knowing if I'd be able to mentally handle another Viktor-Ivan type of situation.

  "It might. You have to be prepared for that, Isabella. All you've got going for you in my world is your looks."

  It felt like an insult, but he was right. I wasn't skilled in any form of combat, and I wasn't clever enough to manipulate others. I was still mostly unaware of what sort of business Anders ran, but it was surely something I knew next to nothing about - so my brain was pretty much useless to him. Still, though - reducing me to a fucktoy was not what I'd expected him to do.

  "That's...whatever. Go on, what's the challenge?" I asked, yawning at the end of my sentence, but to Anders's chagrin. He scowled down at me, urging me to take the situation seriously. I tried my best to stay focused, despite the drowsy air that hung all over the room. I listened intently as he began to describe the mission to me.

  "So...I have an accquaintance of sorts. Don Francesco. He runs something of a rival faction. His people are constantly interfering with mine, and right now, he holds some particularly sensitive information."

  I nodded as he described this man to me, wondering where he could possibly be going with all this. I remembered that he'd told me sex might be on the menu, and I had to be prepared for that. If Anders really did intend on selling my body to his rivals, I'd rather make an escape attempt and have him shoot me on the spot - it'd be a better fate than that!

  "No way. No way. You're not gonna whore me out. I'm not gonna be reduced to that." I yapped, sitting up and glaring at him. His fists curled up uselessly as they slid out of my hair. He rolled his eyes, and I was tempted to hit him - his gun was far away, after all...there'd be nothing to lose.

  "Isabella, I'm not trying to whore you out. I need you to listen to me, okay?" He implored, looking utterly exasperated.

  "Fine, fine-" I conceded, leaning back against the couch and allowing him to continue.

  "Don Francesco is the owner of some rather important information right now. It's information I desperately need - it's information that he could do a lot of damage with. What I want you to do is go in and seduce him. Get that information out of him at all costs. Kill him if you're able to - I'll make sure you're armed. But the information...that's key. What do you say?"

  It sounded complex, and my seduction skills were sub-par at best.

  "I don't know if I can do it. I'm not great at seduction...you know that from experience, Anders."

  "Come on, you've managed to get out of being killed. I'd say your seduction skills are pretty damn good. And trust me - this guy only ever has access to bottom of the barrel hookers. You'll be like a delicacy to him, Isabella."

  I felt a little flattered at his compliment, though I was still wary about the situation. I didn't know if I felt entirely comfortable putting my life at risk like this. But if I accepted...then maybe I'd get to be Anders's girl.

  The thought was lovely, but another reigning thought came from the more rational part of my mind - I might be able to escape en-route to the mission. Might be able to run home, grab my shit, and flee the country. Start a new life.

  "Alright. I'll do it."

  Anders threw his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug - I was taken aback, but I went with it, enjoying all the contact.

  "Great- great, Isabella. You'll do a perfect job."

  "Yeah, yeah, we'll see...anyways, what's the information you're so desperate to get?"

  Anders pulled away from me, his face suddenly stern and serious. He brought his hands into his lap, wringing them anxiously. It seemed as though even bringing up this topic was enough to stress him out - I didn't want to push it, but I'd rather know sooner than later exactly what I was expected to worm out of this Francesco guy.

  I scooched closer to Anders, resting my head on his shoulder. He was silent, and his breathing was fairly calm and collected, despite his outward stress. I shut my eyes, waiting for him to tell me. He had to open up about it eventually, after all.

  He heaved a sigh, seemingly defeated. Giving me a side glance, Anders opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, save for an overworked exhale. If I'd been this stressed out by this underground lifestyle in under twenty-four hours, I wondered how Anders managed to consistently survive it. He looked worn out, and I pitied him for a moment.

  It was then that he spoke.

  "You're not gonna like this, Isabella." He said under his breath. "You already agreed to the mission - so no matter how you react to what I'm about to tell you, you must follow through. See the commitment through until the end." It was certainly a tense moment - my eyes were wide with curiosity, and his fists were still so firmly balled up that his knuckles were practically glowing white.

  "Try me. It can't be anything worse than what you've put me through already."

  "I wouldn't be so sure." He exhaled softly, and I was inclined to believe him. I knew nothing of this life, and it was highly likely that I'd only experienced the tip of the iceberg in regards to the depravity inherent in Anders and the people around him. If I continued to live this life, it was possible that I'd end up beaten, drugged, or even killed by someone close to Anders.

  And truth be told, I wasn't sure how much I trusted Anders - given how gorgeous he was, I wanted to take him at face value and believe that he'd protect me, but it was likely that I was just another pawn to him - a playing piece used only to gain information, tossed aside when my looks faded.

  The thought made my stomach churn, and I'm sure that he could sense my discomfort - I knew that if I didn't say something, he'd withhold the information until right before the mission. I needed it now - it was always better to be prepared, after all. I needed time and space in order to fully process this information that was supposedly going to ruin my image of Anders.

  "Just tell me. I promise I'll do the mission. Just...you gotta tell me." My voice was breathy and desperate, and Anders wrapped his burly arm around me in an effort to make the situation a little more comfortable. I certainly appreciated that gesture. Perhaps his intention was to make me lovesick, unable to think clearly. I closed my eyes, focusing - I had to interpret this information with a clear head.

  "Basically, I slept with a dangerous woman last week." He admitted. The shame with which his words were flavored worried me, but so far, it didn't seem too bad. There was no room for jealousy in my heart - after all, a week ago, Anders hadn't even known of my existence. Still...the image of him with someone else wasn't a pleasant one.

  "The daughter of Don Francesco, it turns out. She was posing as an escort." Anders conceded, and I listened with eager, eager ears. I could already feel the situation going downhill, but I was determined not to hold his actions against him.

  "She was gorgeous - one of the most beautiful women I'd ever had. I should've known better. She drugged me - I was blinded by her looks, and I didn't even notice that she'd laced my whiskey with something. Usually I have someone on hand to make sure all my drinks and food are safe, but I had wanted to be alone with her."

  "So...what did she do?" I pried, not wanting him to spend any longer describing this woman's beauty.

  "She gathered evidence. Don Francesco...he's planning on putting me out of business, reporting me to the cops, all that. He sent her to get my address. Get pictures. Take samples. Girl's like a proper detective, insanely smart." He sighed, sounding more and more pained by the second. "That was four days ago. I need to know where she is, so I can send my men to take her down. What I need you to do is get her whereabouts from her Don, and distract him until I can send some men to keep him quiet, too."

  I nodded, throat dry and mind uncomprehending. This was certainly going to be difficult, wasn't it? I was unsure as to how I was supposed to get this information out of someone so dangerous, but if Anders thought I was the woman for the job...then I supposed that I'd have to be.

  "I understand." I mumbled, concealing my stress to the best of my abilities. Anders looked at me
with those piercing eyes of his, and I melted under his gaze. I had to do this - if it meant that I could be with him...well, I was ashamed to admit it, but if I could be with him, I'd do just about anything. There was no way I could go back to the way things had been before - I knew too much, and I'd gotten a taste for something that I simply couldn't find in the outside world.

  "Don't worry - I'll send you out tomorrow night, so there's plenty of time for me to prepare you. You're gonna need to look like an escort. A proper one. I wanna screw this guy over the way his daughter did to me." Anders seethed, gritting his teeth. I could tell that this mission was important to him - if I did well, I could save him from a life in jail. If I did well, he'd make me his own.

  "Alright...I think I can do it." I grinned, giving him a playful look. He was so stressed right now - I figured a little flirting would take the edge off. He shot me that crooked smile of his, and leaned down to press our lips together. It was bliss - I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed, and I knew that this could very well be the last time I'd ever taste those perfect lips.

  I knew what I was risking - but it wasn't as though my life before had been something to hold dear. A job that paid just above minimum wage, a shitty apartment, and absolutely no sex life. I'd trade all that for this new, exciting life in a heartbeat.

  "I know you can. You're beautiful enough to get this guy completely out of his mind. And I'll make sure you have a few tricks up your sleeve, too. If you do it right, it might even be fun for you." Anders chuckled. "Just don't get too attached to the guy. If I lost you to an enemy, I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive myself." He said sheepishly, and for a moment, he was almost cute.

  "I won't. I promise, I definitely won't. No one will ever be able to compare to you." I laughed.

  "You sure fall for people fast, Isabella."

  "Who said I'm falling for you? For all you know, I could be kidding around-"

  "I certainly hope that's not true."

  It wasn't true, unfortunately. Anders had me hooked, and I was going to risk my life for him. That was my reality, and I was going to go through with this. I mentally apologized to my parents before kissing him again. My life simply wasn't going to be the same after this - and oddly enough, I was actually...excited. For the first time in over a decade, excitement was tangible, life was thrilling, and I was looking forward to every moment of it.

  Chapter 8

  For a shoddy underground facility like this one, the showers weren't too shabby. I was grateful to be able to wash myself after all this time - I felt sticky and sweaty and dirty. The fact that I'd been cummed into several times didn't help. I felt used up, and as the water washed away the remnants of my sins, I was able to finally collect my thoughts.

  So I was really going to go through with this, huh? I sighed as I soaped up my body, grinning a little at the sight of the hickeys that Anders had left on my chest. Don Francesco might not want to see those, but if I was pretending to be an escort, this sort of thing was probably common. I decided not to worry about it much - Anders would tell me if it was going to be an issue.

  He'd gone out shopping this morning - I'd spent the night on that leather sofa of his, though it became less comfortable by the hour. He promised me that if my mission was successful, he'd get me a bedroom of my own. He had the money, he had the means - I just had to survive this ordeal first. He told me that he'd let me design it, and if I didn't want to stay underground, I could easily move in with him - turns out, the guy owned one of the fanciest penthouses in town. Go figure.

  I had no idea what time it was by now - the lack of natural light and windows gave me no clues. I'd dawdled around for far too long. My mission couldn't be more than a few hours away.

  I breathed in the sweet scent of shampoo, reveling in the scalp massage I was administering upon myself. It was a silly thing to be happy over, but I'd felt disgusting for the past two days of my life - the same clothes, the same wet pair of panties, semen drying on my thighs...that sort of thing had dehumanizing effects on a woman who usually prided herself on being clean. Anders seemed to agree - last night, he'd given my clothes a once-over, asked for my size, and told me he'd pick up something nice for me tomorrow.

  Clean clothes - thank god for that. No doubt he was also getting me an 'escort outfit' as well - hopefully he'd manage to find one that didn't make me look too cheap. Anders was a man of taste, or so he professed (though his underground quarters certainly left something to be desired), so I knew that he'd get me something that flattered me.

  I'd been given a few 'tricks' this morning. They were currently resting on Anders's desk, waiting for me. A pill that made the body seize up - I was to dissolve it in Don Francesco's whiskey, provided he became uncooperative. A small, elegant pistol - for after I got the information out of him. A cheap cell phone, hacked - it would only allow me to call or text Anders. He insisted that this was for security reasons, though I knew the truth - he didn't want me calling 911 or a family member and absconding with all the information.

  Not that I'd dare do that - I'd considered it, of course, but running off would mean no more Anders for the rest of my life, and I didn't know if I could deal with that. Besides, he'd probably find a way to track me down and have me killed, so there was that. It just...wasn't a sensible idea, and I'd come to terms with having to complete the plan.

  Though I felt stupid doing it, I practiced a few seductive dance moves in the shower as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. A swivel of the hips, a jiggle of the breasts - Anders found me unspeakably sexy for reasons I couldn't fathom, but I knew not every man would respond to my body the way he did. Perhaps I wasn't even Don Francesco's 'type', though I'd try my best to pretend to be.

  I slipped on the wet floor and came tumbling down, the shower head coming down with me. It knocked against my shoulder before making a loud crashing noise against the linoleum, and I winced in pain. It'd probably be better to practice my moves once I was out of the shower. Thankfully, I was all rinsed off already, so I simply put the shower head back in its place and switched off the water.

  A fluffy, white towel awaited me, and I wrapped it around my naked frame eagerly - I'd gone without clothes for far too long, and being able to cover myself felt like a privilege I barely deserved. Anders had been thoughtful - he'd set out a toothbrush for me! Wincing at the taste of my own breath, I got to work scrubbing the placque away.

  It was then that I heard a sharp knock at the door.

  I rushed over to open it, and of course it was Anders. He held several shopping bags, all from high end brands. I felt pampered to be in the presence of such lovely things, and I looked at him with a greedy twinkle in my eye.

  "Is that all for me?" I asked hopefully, eyeing the Prada carrier bag and hoping.

  "Of course." He smirked. "Come on, let's get you dried off and then we can decide which outfit would be best for your task tonight."

  I eagerly followed him into his makeshift sleeping quarters. The room contained only the essentials - a king-sized bed, a closet, a desk, and a safe. He told me that he rarely, if ever, slept here - it was only for emergencies. He placed all the carrier bags on the bed and began to rifle through them. I stood in the corner, awkwardly dripping all over the carpet. My hair was still wet, and I was shivering from the chill that these rooms held. Anders obviously hadn't invested in central heating.

  He was currently going through a bag from a high end lingerie store - I blushed.

  "How do you know my bra size?"

  "I checked it. You were wearing a bra when you came here, after all. I have to say, I was surprised at how big your tits are." He chuckled, causing my face to go even redder. He pulled out a red, lacy set - the bra was obviously a push-up, and the matching panties looked like they'd barely be big enough to cover my pussy.

  "Try this on." He said, handing the underwear to me. I nodded, though he wasn't looking in my direction. Shrugging off my towel and letting it fall to the floor nonchalantly, I began to get dressed.
I was right about the panties - they didn't give me much coverage. They covered my pussy, but seeing as they were styled like a thong, they barely covered my ass at all. The bra was snug, and my tits nearly spilled out of the padded cups.

  Anders turned to look at me, and he whistled demeaningly. I rolled my eyes.

  "Damn, that really suits you! Don Francesco's a lucky man - or, at least, he's gonna be lucky for about an hour, and then it's all gonna go south."

  I looked at my feet - I still wasn't used to receiving compliments from a guy as stunning as Anders. I fidgeted under his lustful gaze, shifting my weight. I pressed my tits together, hoping he'd take the bait - I didn't want to die without fucking him at least one more time.

  Unfortunately, Anders didn't seem to be paying much attention. He was already going through another bag - from a store I didn't recognize the name of. I frowned, shrugging off his indifference. He pulled out a lacy, see-through top and a skirt so short it should be illegal. Anders was attempting to pass me off as a high-end escort, but I worried this stuff would make me look cheap.

  "Try these. They're a little on the trashy side, but he's into that sort of woman." Anders explained, tossing the clothes (if they could even be called that) my way. I caught them and proceeded to put them on. The skirt barely covered my ass, and the shirt was made of such thin fabric that my bra was clearly visible. It was so low-cut that I was worried my breasts might actually fall out of it.

  I was sure that I looked horrid in all this, but judging by the look Anders was giving me, I looked just fine. He licked his lips, and I was fairly certain that if he did that again, these panties would be unwearable. I was already getting wet at a ridiculously fast rate, and Anders's lidded eyes were not helping.

  He handed me a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings, and I slid them on, thereby completing the look. There was no mirror, but I could guess as to how I looked.

  "I like you with a fresh face, but before you head out, you're gonna need to do your makeup." Anders stated plainly, handing me the smallest of the carrier bags. Upon glancing inside of it, I realized it was full of expensive makeup. Jesus - how much had this guy spent on me? I'd never had access to products like this, and I wanted to make sure that I put them to good use.