Fugitive Fascination

Chapter Three

"I liked your longer hair better. Gave me something to pull on. But I like this color on you,"

Cierra ran her fingers through Hunter's soft hair as the other woman nuzzled her face into her shoulder, her arms wrapped securely around Cierra's ravaged body. It smelled of something fruity and tropical, but was altogether pleasant.

Hunter hummed lowly, not giving a verbal response. She felt the Siren's warm breath, steady and deep, against her skin, her own still tingling from just a few hours before. They simply laid there in silence after that, and before long, Cierra could feel Hunter’s breath begin to slow against her skin.

Only when it was safe to assume that she was asleep did Cierra maneuver her way out of the bed, moving towards the bathroom.

Burnt out candles littered the floor, along with a belt strewn carelessly across the floor; all evidence of the previous nights events. Cierra hadn’t even noticed them when she’d first come in, only realizing their purpose when Hunter once more picked one from the sidelines, wielding it as a tool in her twisted games. She tried to feel regret, but she couldn't bring herself to do so and that infuriated her even more.

After relieving herself, she stood in the shower under a hot spray, the water loosening the tension in her back. Even without a mirror, the bruises and bite-marks littering her skin underneath the soap were clearly visible to her.

"You took your collar off. You know what that means, don't you?" Hunter's tone was sharp; unforgiving as she secured her belt around Cierra's wrist, tugging on the towel around the other to be sure it was tight enough.

Cierra refused to acknowledge her, her jaw clenched shut and her head tilted to the side.

"You're only making it worse for yourself," She cooed, laying her palms flat on Cierra's stomach as she straddled her naked body. "You know, despite the fact that it pisses me off, I think I missed your sharp tongue,"

Trailing her fingers up betwixt the other woman's breasts, she grasped her chin tightly to force her to meet her gaze. Hunter's eyes were bottomless pits, ruthless and excited.

"Tonight, you're going to use that tongue to beg me to do things to you."

An embarrassed groan left Cierra's lips as she lifted her face up to the spray, refusing to allow the memories to surface fully. She didn't want to admit to even herself what she had done; what she had asked for.

Stepping out of the shower, she rung out her hair and wrapped herself in one of the large, fluffy hotel towels. The bathroom was undeniably nice; made of porcelain with gold trim and a modernized standing shower. She stood in the mirror, hopelessly combing out her dark tresses with her fingers, gazing at her own reflection in the mirror.

"I quite enjoy the sight of you wet."

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw a fully dressed Hunter standing in the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed. Rolling her eyes, Cierra hitched the towel around her tighter.

"I bet you do."

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it," Hunter snapped, suddenly less than an arm's length behind her. "I distinctly remember you pleading with me to hit you, to hold you tighter, to-"

"Okay!" Cierra interrupted, skin flushed as she whirled around, glaring directly into Hunter's eyes as she held up a hand to stop her.

Hunter, however, wouldn't have it. Grasping her wrist, she pulled the other woman's body against hers, leaning forward so that her lips met Cierra's ear.

"You begged me to hit you with my belt until you were left with red lashes. To pinch your n*****s and bite them until they were sore. To pull your hair to get the point across." A squeak left Cierra's lips as Hunter swiftly lifted her up and sat her on the sink counter top, standing between her legs. "You loved it when I dropped hot wax on you, then peeled it off after it cooled. You loved it when I teased you, just like this."

Cierra froze, feeling Hunter's watchful gaze on her as her fingers slid between her thighs, gripping the already tender flesh that resided there. She bit her lip so hard it nearly bled, leaning her head against the Siren's shoulder. Her legs nearly buckled.

The moment she felt Hunter's fingers brush feather lightly against her center, she gasped, her fist clenching Hunter's shirt. She then nearly had a sensory overload as Hunter cradled her face, pressing her lips against Cierra's with a fervor that left her head spinning, her fingers sinking inside the ex Detective swiftly.

It didn't take Cierra long to succumb to Hunter's will, moving closer and closer to the edge, gripping Hunter tighter with need. Her pants and moans were like the sweetest of sounds to her tormentor, who simply bit and kissed at Cierra's neck. Despite her prior words, Cierra laced her fingers into Hunter's hair, tugging roughly.

Hunter relished in the pleasured pain, using it to push Cierra closer and closer to her edge. She felt it as each stroke grew faster and faster, more calculated to brush against the bundle of nerves that she knew would drive her captive insane.

"H-Hun-ter...!" Cierra cried out, very obviously close to finishing.

That was when she felt Hunter withdraw, leaving her hanging off the cliff. She stepped away, smiling as she watched Cierra pant, on obvious discomfort.

"You are not allowed to finish," She stated boredly, wiping her hand off on a fresh towel. "Touch yourself and I'll do a lot worse than not let you orgasm. Better take a cold shower to fix yourself up a bit. We leave in an hour."

Frustrated, Cierra nearly yelled for her to come back, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. Instead, she quickly got back into the shower, turning it onto the coldest setting. It didn’t necessarily help the almost pain that she felt from being left the way that she had been, but she didn’t want to know what Hunter would do if she found her.

When she exited, Hunter was pacing around the room on a phone call, clearly irritated.

"No - what? I told you I'd think about i-" She paused, glaring at the wall as she listened. "Black mail? Are you kidding me right now, Noelle?"

Cierra was able to get dressed in the clothes left for her in a pile on the bed without Hunter even noticing, taking a seat on the bed patiently.

"I could kill you in your sleep and your employees would thank me, you sadistic prick!" She snarled, pausing again to listen. Exasperation seemed to overtake her expression and she pinched the bridge of her nose, huffing loudly.

"Fine, fine. I'll be there by tomorrow."

Ending the call, she turned to Cierra, releasing a sigh.

"Business?" The ex Detective asked curiously, tilting her head.

"Something like that."

To her mild surprise, Hunter sat on the floor in front of her, laying her head on Cierra's knee.

"I want you to come somewhere with me." She was silent for a moment. "And I want you to come of your own accord."

Stunned, Cierra went quiet.

This was her chance.

When Hunter had been taken away, she forced herself not to look for where she would be, and how soon that she could visit. She'd stayed in Hunter's home because at least that way she could slowly transition out of having the woman near all the time, and she didn't have to pay any bills; at least that's what she told herself. Beyond that, she wanted to believe that it was a psychological thing that kept her attached to Hunter; that the longer she was away, the easier it would be to forget about her.

Except the longing only grew stronger, and here she was, still hopelessly in love with a killer.

What was wrong with her?

"When was the last time you killed someone?" She blurted suddenly.

"What?"

"When was the last time you killed someone?"

Hunter's eyebrows furrowed as she thought about it.

"Less than two weeks ago. Why?"

Running her fingers through Hunter's hair, she pushed it out of her line of vision. "If I go with you, you can't kill people."

By the way Hunter automatically stilled, Cierra knew very well that she was asking a lot. Even if she no longer had her job, she didn't want people dying when there was a chance that she could prevent it.

"That's the only way I'll go with you on my own terms."

"You drive a hard bargain," She whistled after a moment, chuckling. "But killing is my way of truly releasing the... aggression within me. If I don't, it has to get out somehow."

Her eyes flickered up to meet Cierra's.

"Would you let me take it out on you? You're at less than a fraction of what I could do to you." The words came out in a soft, blank whisper, but no less serious.

Swallowing harshly, Cierra nodded. "Fine."

Hunter's hand grasped her own, lacing their fingers together. It was a decidedly more intimate move than Cierra was expecting, but no less comforting.

"Good. Now, you know the drill; lay down, I need to perform aftercare on you."

"Reece."

The man rolled over onto his back, rubbing a hand over his face. He stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling in aggravation, rolling his eyes as his companion once again called out his name.

He hated the needy ones, the ones who wanted his attention even after they had done their business; the only one who had even remotely held his attention for more than a couple hours without s*x involved had ruined it, so why try again?

"Reece, I need you to get up, man. My wife will be home sometime within the hour and-"

He abruptly sat up, glaring at the man.

He was a typical attractive guy, nothing special about him except that he had ridiculously good hair and as Lady Gaga was so fond of, a jawline for days covered in a thin scruff. He also had green eyes; eyes like the first leaf that sprouted from a bud of a winter dead tree.

Green was Reece's favorite. There were too little green eyes in the world.

"You're a d**k, and not the good kind," Reece stated plainly, searching around for his clothes.

What was his name again? Mason... Micheal... Mathias?

"Don't be like that," He pleaded, quickly rounding the bed to grab Reece's hand. "We're getting divorced in a couple of months. I'd really like to pursue something with you."

Reece twisted away from him, stepping into an article of clothing that had been carelessly strewn about the night prior. He gave a sharp laugh, buttoning his jeans. Because he couldn't seem to find his belt, they hung slightly low on his hips.

"All I wanted was for you to suck my d**k. I wouldn't have even wanted that had you told me you were married. You're scum, and I want nothing more to do with you. Good luck explaining to your wife why you can't look her in the eye."

Shrugging on his jacket, he gave up on finding his shirt before showing himself out of the house.

Outside, he nearly ran head first into who he supposed was the wife as he opened the front door.

Who was more startled by the other's presence, he would never know. He felt even worse when he noticed the small boy with a pair of easily recognizable green eyes looking up at him in awe and a bit of fear as he cowered behind his mother's legs.

He recovered first, turning on the charm thick as he recognized his compromising appearance.

"Good morning, ma'am. Sorry to catch you like this, but your husband hired me to fix the leaky shower head in your upstairs bathroom and some gunk got on my shirt." To drive it home, he smiled sheepishly. "Your husband offered to wash it; I'm running back to the office real quick to change, but it shouldn't give either of you any trouble from now on."

Her perfectly plucked eyebrows rose as a friendly smile emerged on her face.

"Oh, that shower heads' been bothering me for ages! Thanks so much and between you and me," She leaned in a little closer, using her hand to shield her son's ears from her next words.

"I hope my husband didn't make any passes at you. The man has a magnete in his brain that'll attract him to anything with a hole and a six pack which you clearly have," She giggled, leaving Reece stunned.

"I-"

"We're getting divorced. He says it's because he going through a midlife crisis but I know he's gayer than football itself, so." Flicking a lock of blond hair over her shoulder, she brushed past him into the house. She then grinned at him as her son raced down the front hall, placing a hand on the front door in preparation to close it. Before she did so, she offered him a slip of cardboard from the pocket of her jeans.

"You should keep in touch, you're cute."