Gunslinger

Charlotte tried to fight back the tears and concentrated again on freeing one hand from the metal cuffs that secured her to the bed rail. Already the skin was raw and scuffed, the pain quite biting and she paused, listening to the sound of the shower that she could hear over the television.
They had found a cheap motel within walking distance after dumping the ruined car. Charlotte had considered trying to run but was aware of the discreetly hidden weapons and the tight hold that Zacky had around her wrist so she had kept quiet as Ana had negotiated adjoining rooms from a bored looking motel owner and Syn had briefly spoken to these other men they seemed to be working with. The place was a dive on the seedier side of town and she knew that worse could lurk on these streets as a lone woman in the dark.
The brief argument that ensued was somewhat amusing. Ana suggested she share with Charlotte and the boys take the other room but Syn said fuck no because the girl might get away, Ana then accused him of not trusting her and it looked to be going to blows before Zacky had decided to stop laughing and intervene. He had pulled Charlotte into one room and slammed and locked the door leaving his friends no choice but to bunk together. For one brief moment Charlotte had thought that he might be the gentleman and at least let her have the bed and indeed he did except that he only allowed her to freshen up and use the bathroom before handcuffing her to it.
“I wouldn’t blame you for trying to run.”
“You kidnapped me.”
“So you keep saying.”
Charlotte had been angry, a flush on her cheeks that Zacky had found rather attractive and the hint of creamy skin at her throat where she had unbuttoned her blouse to wash drew his eye. He had made sure the cuffs were tight, turning on the tv for company before stripping off and heading into the bathroom. She had tried not to stare at his retreating back, the tattoos flowing with his muscles as he slung his shirt down. The damn man had no right to be so attractive and yet so coldly clinical. It both disturbed and excited her which served to annoy her even more and she had set to trying to work her hand free.
The bubbles of blood that started to appear as she worked harder almost lubricated the metal and finally with a painful gasp, one hand slid free. Charlotte glanced at the bathroom door and then pulled, a frustrated gasp breaking free as she realised that the cuff was snagging on the metal bedstead and refusing to slide through. She pulled harder, desperate now that escape was so close.
“Well done.”
Zacky watched as the girl flinched and turned, one wrist bloody and her face tear streaked. He continued to dry the wetness from his hair with one towel and she blushed, he was wearing nothing else but another small towel around his waist and the amused expression. Beads of water ran down his chest and arms, contouring around the curves of his body and gleaming in the dim light.
“Let me go. Please Zacky, I won’t tell anyone.”
Charlotte was nearly crying again with disappointment and fear despite the smile on his face and Zacky merely shook his head, throwing the wet towel back into the bathroom and running a hand through his hair. That hot shower had been the best yet and he couldn’t deny that a pretty girl chained to his bed was making him remember every hour of the two years, four months and twenty six days he had spent behind bars. He took his time, crossing the room to the bed and sitting next to her as Charlotte regarded him, her breath catching in her throat.
“I told you. After the job you can go and I know you don’t believe it but you’re safer with me than those government guys or the mob.”
He reached out for her unchained wrist and she made her move. She was faster than he had anticipated, her hand catching his cheek in a hard slap and as his head rocked back she grabbed a handful of his hair. Zacky growled, prepared to slap her a lot harder before her mouth landed on his. They were suddenly kissing, a violent movement of lips that surprised them both before he gave into it and pulled her face closer, enjoying the sweet taste of her tongue against his.
Charlotte wasn’t quite sure why she had needed to do this but it suddenly didn’t matter that she had been trying to run from Zacky the moment before, she wanted him and the confusion that caused. Her inexperience with men showed as she gasped when his hand fondled her through the thin blouse, strong fingers finding her nipple and tweaking it painfully into hardness. He smiled against her mouth and pulled back, green eyes dancing with humour.
“I’ve been in prison a long time, you sure you wanted to do that ?”
Charlotte was unable to speak, merely nodding and trying to kiss him again, her hand falling from his hair. Zacky grabbed it and she protested louder as he put it back into the cuffs, her attempt at words silenced by a harsher kiss as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down the bed until she was lying at full stretch. Zacky looked at her, taking in the curves hidden under the conservative clothes and making a decision. He gently reached up, removing her glasses so that he could see her deep brown eyes, his hand moving on to release her hair from the bun so that it fell in waves over her shoulders.
“Zacky…I…”
“Hush, you started this.”
His voice was husky, the sound making her bite her lip and fall silent. She had never experienced the helplessness of having her hands out of action during previous fumbled attempts at foreplay and waited, unconsciously squeezing her thighs together as he stood and discarded the other towel around his waist. She stared, his back was still to here as he walked over to his clothes, retrieving an item from his jeans before turning back. Zacky liked how she stared, her honest appreciation of his body was something he had missed when deprived of female company and he gave her a show, stroking his erection with one hand as he flicked open the switchblade with the other.
Charlotte’s eyes went wide and a shiver of fear went through her as he approached the bed again. He stared down at her, deciding where to start before his gentle voice broke the tension a little, the room now feeling a little too hot for both of them.
“You won’t say a word sugar, just lie back and enjoy it. Any questions ?”
She shook her head, the feeling of his hands roughly pushing the long skirt up above her knees was enough to have her shivering, his hands were warm on her bare thighs as he lifted her ass enough to bunch the material around her waist. He watched her eyes as his fingers crept up to the material of her panties and felt the dampness already evident. Zacky found he was fighting to maintain his breathing, a flick of his wrist enough to sever the material on one side without touching her skin and he repeated it, the useless item discarded as he gazed upon her sweet mound. Zacky didn’t touch her despite the way her hips rose as he skimmed her stomach.
“You know how long it’s been ?”
Charlotte wetted dry lips as the hand with the knife rose up and positioned itself under the button below her breasts, the blouse already strained by the unnatural angle of her arms. He popped off the button with a smile.
“Two years….”
Another button sailed across the room, her bra now peeking beneath.
“Four months…”
Charlotte couldn’t fight back a long moan as he lifted her hips and pulled her legs around his waist so that he could reach the last button. His erection rested against her wetness, the heat was unbelievable and she had never wanted a man so badly, Zacky’s desire now painfully clear in his eyes and his gasped words as the last button surrendered to the blade.
“And twenty six days.”
“Why….why were you in there ?”
Zacky shook his head with a wry smile, the blade momentarily pressed against her lips before he reached across and planted it into the wood of the rickety bed stand. The movement pushed his tip against Charlotte’s sodden pussy lips and she moaned again. Zacky liked the sound, unable to resist sinking into her fully, his eyes closing at the tight warmth that enveloped his hardness and it took a supreme effort to stop and gently lift her full breasts free of her bra so that he could flick her stiff nipples with his tongue as he pulled back and thrust in hard.
The moan turned into something between a gasp and a scream, Charlotte had never felt so full, no man had ever made sex anything other than vaguely unsatisfying but Zacky was different, by turns rough and gentle as he kissed her deeply and revelled in every inch of her pale body and full breasts. She was lost in him, her hips leaving the mattress as he grasped her ass and plunged deeper into her until both of them were breathless and moaning. It was everything he had been missing and her hands clenched in frustration at being unable to touch him as he used her.
The bed was slamming hard against the wall, Charlotte’s eyes closed and Zacky found he was captivated by her full lips and the small drips of sweat that now worked their way down her cleavage as she bucked her hips and ground her clit harder against him. The change from the prim librarian he had met barely hours before to the liberated sexual woman beneath him was intoxicating and made him a little brutal, the tightness in his balls wanting badly to explode. He leant forward, her legs immediately locking around his hips as he slowed the pace, licking and biting his way along her neck and collarbone as she groaned and almost sighed his name, her breasts rubbing frantically against his chest. Zacky was struggling, in some way her body was too perfect, the tight wet cunt that wanted to draw everything from him in one violent burst before he was ready to let go of the unbearable pleasure and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he pulled all the way out, her eyes flying open as he teased her, precum dotting her body between pussy and ass. The wicked thought of taking her that way entered his head but Zacky found that he didn’t want to hurt her…at least not this time. He had always enjoyed domination and now found that her lowered eyes and panting breaths were almost as much of a turn on as the way her body responded to him.
Charlotte couldn’t bear it, the sudden loss of his cock was too much when the ache in her clit told her that orgasm was so close. She nearly begged, only the raised eyebrow when her lips parted stopped her and they shared a smile, the unexpected pleasure in this encounter between virtual strangers was unusual and she let herself hope for something more before he let himself slide slowly back inside her with a strangled grunt that told her that he was holding back as much as she was. Something had changed, somehow this meant she would go with him willingly, no longer the prisoner she had been an hour before unless you considered the idea that she was now slave to his body.
Zacky couldn’t think, it was too late for that now and he gave up on holding back, pinning the girls legs onto his shoulders as he gave into the ferocity that had been pent up for far too long. He would give her what this tight little body was craving and enjoyed the building pain in his arms as he drove into her rapidly, Charlotte now openly moaning, her head whipping from side to side until he felt her stiffen and shudder. Quickly he clamped a hand over her mouth as she cried out, the most intense and almost painful orgasm of her life causing her walls to grip him ever tighter until he just couldn’t hold back and he let it take him. Charlotte groaned again, his hand letting her breath as she felt him cum so deep inside her that it seemed she felt it from every inch of her body. They both relaxed, Zacky’s weight falling against her as he buried his head in her breasts and fought to be able to breathe.
Charlotte stared at the ceiling, letting every last second of pleasure wash over her body and even the aching in her shoulders and wrists seemed dulled by the bliss. Neither spoke, the television seeming loud in the space now that nobody was moving and Zacky glanced at her ruined clothes now all over the floor. He smiled against her skin, there would probably be no end to the taunting from his friends in the morning but he somehow couldn’t care. The girl belonged to him now and he considered her a prize of war, a token reward for the lost years and a promise of new riches to come. Zacky was determined, he would find a way to keep Charlotte and get paid, sleep threatening to overtake him as he reached into the bedside table drawer for the small metal key.
Charlotte tried not to think about what this could mean as he gently undid the cuffs and used the remains of her blouse to bind her bleeding wrist. His eyes were calm and the easy smile told her that he had enjoyed this, needed it even, as much as she had. For a moment Zacky considered whether to sleep on the couch, sex was one thing but actually holding her felt like something else before deciding fuck it and pulling the thin sheets and blankets up around their bodies. He didn’t protest as Charlotte wrapped her arms around him, the lure of sleep too strong as the television announcer spoke over and over about foreign insurgents who must be captured.
Both of them missed Charlotte’s face flashing across the screen.

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