Plaything: A Dark Romance Page 7

  "You want me to do it now?" I asked.

  "In a moment - I'll go get a mirror for you."

  He left the room, and I heaved a sigh, looking down at myself. This outfit was a hooker's outfit, plain and simple. I probably looked awful, but as long as my tits and ass were on show, I was sure to capture Don Francesco's attention. I tried to muster up some confidence, but it was nowhere to be found. I was suddenly nervous about this whole thing - but I couldn't back out now.

  I didn't know how far I'd be expected to go - I didn't want to have sex with another stranger, but if I had to, I would. Preferably, I'd get the information out of him with nothing but a lapdance and a few dirty tricks.

  Anders reentered the room, carrying a small mirror with him. It was about the size of my head, and it'd definitely be big enough for me to do my makeup. He set it down on the modest little desk, and I sat down in the flimsy chair across from it. The carrier bag was in my lap, and I began to rifle through the products - mascara, blush, lipstick...

  "Don't use too much - I would hate for you to ruin your natural beauty."

  "Very funny-" I scoffed, pulling out the most enticing products, which included a mascara which promised volume unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and a lipstick so red that it could probably stop traffic.

  "I'm not kidding. Don Francesco goes for the dolled-up types, that's for sure, but...you're pretty enough without all the frills." Anders said, voice lowered as he moved to stand at my side. Being in his presence sent a tingle down my spine, and I regretted that we might never kiss again, provided my mission went wrong.

  Slowly, I began to decorate my face. I wasn't particularly skilled in regards to makeup, but I was certainly good enough to make myself look like a proper escort. I dabbed eyeshadow onto my eyelids, making them appear sultry and lidded. Anders watched intently as I filled in my eyebrows, giving my expression a sharper edge. The mascara was truly wonderful, and I hoped that I'd be able to keep it, provided my mission succeeded. The lipstick was the final touch, and I applied it carefully.

  "You look so different-" Anders remarked, marveling at the change of appearance.

  "Do you like it?"

  "I'm not sure." He said somberly, running his fingers through my still-wet hair. I leaned into that wonderful touch of his, and he seemed to have a revelation of sorts, seeing as his grip on my hair tightened considerably. He yanked my head back gently, forcing me to look him in the eye - I recognized that expression instantly. Pupils blown, cheeks flushed - Anders wanted me, and he wanted me now. I was in no position to protest.

  "We don't have much time - I'm going to send you off in less than an hour. I want to have you one last time before you go. I have no doubt that you'll succeed, but we have to be prepared for the worst." His voice was deep, thick, and urgent. The desperation in his tone was palpable, and those little tremors of his vocal cords made me shudder with want. I rose from my seat slowly, never once breaking eye contact.

  "I'll probably have to do my makeup again..." I sighed. Anders chuckled and ruffled the top of my head.

  "It's no problem. That lipstick took you a minute. I'm sure you could even reapply it in the car. Let's not worry about it - there are far more important things that we could be doing."

  He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up into one of the most heartbreaking kisses I've ever experienced. I couldn't tell exactly how Anders felt about me, but I knew that someone who harbored no feelings of romance could never expect to be able to kiss like this. His tongue moved against my own, feeding his emotions to me in a steady stream. I accepted all that he gave me, pressing myself against him eagerly.

  He suddenly shoved me, and I fell backwards onto the bed. After a moment of shocked silence, I started to giggle as he clambered on top of me. His hands traveled down my sides, and I sighed at the contact. I had to savor this, lest it become our last time together. I shifted my hips upwards, creating a pleasant friction that had him growling.

  Anders sat up with a startling sense of urgency, hurriedly undressing himself. He tugged his pants and boxers down around his hips, and suddenly his throbbing cock was pressed against my entrance. He reached down with one hand and casually shoved those tiny lace panties of mine to the side, seeing as they'd become something of an annoyance.

  "Anders-" I panted, suddenly remembering a few important things through the haze of my arousal. "Anders, you should - you should wear a condom- don't get me dirty-"

  "Just rinse off before we leave. I want to make you mine."

  His dominance was too hot to pass up - I couldn't argue with him for the life of me. So I decided to just lean back and enjoy the sensations. He slid inside me as though we were made for each other, and I couldn't hold back the perverted moan that escaped from my lips.

  He pounded into me, and I lost all control of my body. My legs were shaking with delight, my chest was heaving, my head tossed back in the throes of passion. He hit that perfect spot over and over, and I absolutely couldn't take it. I had never cum so fast in my life before, and even Anders seemed a little surprised when my pussy seized up around him, clamping down on his dick and milking him through his orgasm.

  We hovered there in blissful silence for a moment, before Anders leaned down to kiss my lipstick-smudged mouth. His hands had found their way to mine, and we held onto each other as he pulled away and looked deep into my eyes.

  "Isabella, you have to do this right. I don't want to lose you."

  "I know. I promise you, I can do it."

  I sat up, and he relinquished his grip on me. I tugged off my panties, heading towards the shower room to rinse myself off. I didn't look back - I knew I was just a pawn in Anders's game, but the sincerity with which he'd said those words...I was starting to believe in them. If he truly wanted me, I'd be the best damn escort that Don Francesco had ever seen.

  Chapter 9

  Stepping out of the underground maze of rooms for the first time in days felt nothing short of amazing. The sun had already set, and the earth was bathed in a milky twilight that I'd seen a million times before - however, after having the sky robbed from me, it felt as though I was seeing it for the very first time.

  The hooker heels Anders had purchased for me had to have cost him a pretty penny, and though they looked fantastic, they were absolutely unsuitable for walking. They dug into the dirt, and my knees wobbled as I made my way to the car - this car, with blacked-out windows...it looked extremely similar to the car that had taken me here a couple days ago. My assistant was, much to my displeasure, Viktor. This man had been tonguing my pussy not twenty-four hours ago, and it showed on his face.

  He gave me a lewd grin, and I made an involuntary noise of disgust as I climbed into the passenger seat. Those eyes, framed by such frail, wrinkled skin - they hovered irritatingly on my tits as Viktor adjusted himself in the driver's seat. He chuckled a little, and then proceeded to make an attempt at whistling, though it failed through and through.

  The engine purred from somewhere beneath me, and soon, the nondescript building was disappearing from view. In no time, we were on the road, and an unsavory noise from the back of Viktor's throat warned me that he was about to engage me in awkward conversation. I braced myself for the inevitable onslaught of flirtatious commentary, but the first question out of his mouth actually took me by surprise.

  "So...you want me to drop you off somewhere? I can just call Anders in a couple of hours and tell him that your mission failed. A young girl like you...you really don't want to be getting mixed up in all of this. Anders and Don Francesco - these are men who come from extremely powerful families. One wrong move, and you could collapse their careful feud like a jenga tower. Get us all locked up."

  It took me a while to process what he was offering me. Basically, this old-timer was willing to risk his life and his job to get me out of this mess, fearing I'd make an even larger mess if I stayed wrapped up in all of this. It was certainly an enticing offer, and though I knew I'd be rewarded greatly if I completed
the mission, I was definitely going to consider this.

  "So...you'd really be willing to just drop me off?"

  "Yeah. I haven't got much left to lose. I figure I've only got another twenty years in me, tops - maybe even less if you fuck over our business tonight. It's in my best interests to get rid of you. Besides...you don't really want this, do you? No sane woman would go through with a mission like this. There's too much at stake."

  The lust had been replaced by logic, and Viktor's eyes were now on the road, rather than on my tits. He was making a lot of sense, and I was starting to listen a little more closely.

  "I mean...you're not in love with him, are you?" He asked, and though no names were mentioned, it was clear who Viktor was referring to. I had to rack my brain for the answer to that one, and I came up with nothing. I was quite certain that the way I felt about Anders wasn't love - it couldn't be love. He'd put me through hell and rewarded me with sex. That most certainly was not the basis of a healthy relationship.

  "I'm not."

  "Then why aren't you jumping out of the car? Why are you still here, dressed up like a whore? Your only reward is being given the privilege of being Anders's bitch for the rest of your goddamn life. It's more of a punishment than anything else. If I were you, I'd run. I'd run, and I'd move out of state, and I'd change my fuckin' name."

  I sighed and looked down at my feet, which were currently wrapped in expensive leather. I couldn't deny that Viktor was right about all this - I was probably making the biggest mistake of my life by staying in that car. But there was no way I was going to drop this mission - no matter what, I wanted to make Anders proud. It was inexplicable, and I knew that Viktor would never understand, but I was perfectly happy being Anders's bitch. I wanted that hopeless dream so badly that I could almost taste it.

  "No...I have to do this. Just take me there." My throat was dry, and my voice didn't sound like my own. My hands were shaking, and for the first time, it really hit me that I could easily die tonight. I should've jumped out of the car right then and there, but instead, I balled those shaking hands up into strong fists and shut my eyes, enduring the nerves that threatened to consume me whole.

  "Whatever you say, psycho." Viktor laughed. "Well, we're not too far away. The bases are only ten minutes apart - pretty bad idea to set ourselves up so close to Don Francesco's offices, but it keeps business trips like this pretty convenient." He joked, and I tried to force a chuckle out. It came out sounding like a broken squeak toy, and I decided to stay quiet for the remainder of the time.

  It wasn't much longer - after several more silent minutes, the car slid to a stop outside of a tall brick building. Viktor stopped the engine and turned to look at me. I glanced up nervously, awaiting further instruction.

  "He's waiting for you on the third floor. He owns the whole building, so don't worry about the receptionist giving you funny looks. She knows what you're here for." Viktor explained, eyes drifting down to my tits, before realizing their mistake and fixating on my eyes once more. "Do your best. Text Anders as soon as you fuck up - he might be able to get here in time to save your ass if you get yourself into hot water."

  "Thanks-" I mumbled, giving him what I hoped looked like a genuine smile as I stepped out of the car and stumbled out onto the pavement. The car was out of sight before I managed to get my bearings.

  I regained the balance I'd lost, and I turned to face the brick behemoth in front of me. No people were out on the streets tonight, save for an elderly woman, who promptly gave me a disapproving look. I cocked an eyebrow at her, figuring she was just jealous of how good my body looked in this outfit. Either that, or she thought I was a prostitute. Probably the latter.

  Shrugging off the embarrassing incident, I made my way up the steps of the building. The door was large and heavy, and I had to lean against it in order to push it open. Peering inside, I could see that it was dimly lit. I stepped loudly onto the white floors, alerting the receptionist of my presence. She barely looked up, only made a sound of annoyance.

  "He's waiting on floor three. Take the elevator to your left." She grumbled as I shut the door behind me. It was almost comical how rude she was being - I wanted to confront her, but I knew that now was absolutely not the time to be arguing with Don Francesco's employees. I simply thanked her and pressed the elevator button, waiting for those silver doors to slide open.

  I stepped into the clean, mirrored elevator, marveling at how I looked. I hadn't yet seen my reflection, save for my face - I was taken aback at how cheap I looked. My tits were practically hanging out of the mesh shirt, my skirt hid absolutely nothing, and my stockings looked terrible with my heels. I wondered for a moment how Anders could've possibly thought this was a good idea - and it certainly explained the dirty looks from the receptionist and that old lady on the street.

  I felt embarrassed, but I'd already pressed the little button bearing the number three, and the elevator was lurching upwards. I had no idea what to expect, and I hadn't rehearsed anything - no phrases, no plans...the only thing I'd really practiced were those horrid dance moves. I shuddered, fearing death, and the doors slid open to reveal an ornate corridor. There was a man in a suit waiting to the right of the elevator, and he smiled when he saw me.

  "You must be Clarice. Follow me - Don Francesco is expecting you!"

  I nodded in mock happiness, a little put off by the fake name, but I knew Anders had only marketed me as 'Clarice' to protect me. I click-clacked behind the man, following him down the lovely hallway - this base was so different from Anders's, and it was obvious that Don Francesco was a man who enjoyed life's luxuries. Judging by the garish nature of the paintings adorning the walls, he liked things to be rather flashy - perhaps he'd enjoy the way I looked, as well.

  The man rapped his knuckles against the door at the end of the hallway - it was this door that I was assuming would lead me to my doom. I braced myself, sucking in as much oxygen as I possibly could.

  "Come in-" rang a murky voice from somewhere within that cavern of a room. The voice was joyless and thick, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Anders had informed me that this man was dangerous, and I was suddenly inclined to completely believe him. I had the emergency pills in my stocking, and I had a gun and phone in a little purse Anders had given me. I figured that Don Francesco wouldn't grant me access to this purse, hence why I'd stowed the pills away in a place I could easily reach.

  My heart was pounding in my chest as the assistant opened the door to allow me inside. I stepped into the room as quietly as I possibly could, though this was made difficult by the loud clacking of my heels. The room was carpeted, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling, reflecting shreds of light around the room.

  Several metres away from me sat a large man, who was presumably Don Francesco. He was dressed in a button down shirt and black trousers - nothing out of the ordinary. He had thick, dark hair and a protruding gut. I felt disgusted at the sight of him - he was nothing like Anders, though both men seemed to hold the same amount of influence.

  The assistant shut the door behind me, and there was no turning back now. Don Francesco cocked an eyebrow as he surveyed me, and I felt utterly disgusted when I saw his eyes trail up and down my body. He nodded to himself, dark eyes glittering and mouth pulling up into a smirk. I shivered.

  "Bag down. Leave it on the table. Don't want any trouble." He barked, and I flinched under the sharp lashings of his voice. I complied immediately, setting my small purse down on the glass table to my right. The phone and gun would be just a few metres away - I could dash and retrieve them if I needed to, and the pills were still tucked safely in the hem of my stocking.

  "Good girl...now c'mere. Clarice, right? Pretty name. It suits you." He spat, and I had to compose myself on the spot. My life hinged on whether or not I was able to seduce this guy. My heart was telling me to run away, but I had to pull out all the stops. Straightening my back, I looked over my shoulder and sent a wink his way. He let out a disgusting snarl of a laugh.
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  Slowly, I began to walk towards him. I swayed my hips and ran my hands down my waist, tempting him. It was admittedly a little gratifying to see the way his face turned from domineering to lustful in a matter of moments. Feeling confident, I ran my hands up to my chest and jiggled my tits as I came to a stop in front of him.

  "You've got a real nice body, Clarice - can't wait to have fun with it." He practically growled. My stomach lurched as I got a good look at that greasy face of his, but I managed to stay poised.

  "I can't wait either-" I sighed breathily, the seductiveness of my voice surprising even myself. Feeling brave, I put both hands on his shoulders and climbed up onto his lap, straddling him. He let out a disgusting noise of pleasure, and this only encouraged me - I knew what I had to do. I pressed my hips against his, and began grinding on him. The moans he let out were certainly unholy, and I could barely keep a straight face.

  "So...got any family? A wife that might be jealous of this?" I asked, trying my best to be subtle about this whole thing. All I needed to find out were the whereabouts of his daughter. "You're certainly handsome, so I'm sure you've had luck in that field-" It felt stupid coming out of my mouth, but I knew that it was something I had to say.

  "A wife, huh?" He grinned, raising an eyebrow. "She doesn't live here. She and my daughter are out of the country right now, so feel free to go wild - she'll never find out."

  "And may I ask how far away they are?"

  "Europe - that's all I'm gonna tell ya. It's sensitive information, you know?" He smirked, hands reaching around to cup my ass. I let out an exaggerated moan, and he dug his nails in. I angled my hips down and rutted against him again, this time feeling a surprisingly large hardness beneath me. If I closed my eyes, I could really get into this...but I had to stay focused on the mission.