Paris Blues

No Tears lest to cry

I was shaking with fear at the look that Hans gave to me. He was back to being the man that walked into my apartment and not the man who comforted me when I had no one.

"Leave her alone you bloody coward". A voice said from behind Hans and he snapped his head to look back so quickly I thought he was going break his neck.

"What did you say". He sneered and I shook my head.

"Nikolaus no". Marie cried as I tried speaking but nothing came out.

"You are a coward threatening a woman, murdering people who have not done anything wrong just because you feel superior". Nikolaus continued.

"You might think you have won but God will punish you for everything you have done. Your children will never live in peace...". He said but he never got the chance to finish his sentence. Hans charged him grabbing him by his throat and began squeezing.

"No!". I screamed trying to stop Hans but I felt someone holding me back and realized it was one of the soldiers. He smirked watching Hans squeezing the life out of Nikolaus who was clawing trying to fight for his life. I didn't what monster that was because that couldn't be the Hans I knew those hands couldn't be the same gentle hands that had been touching me a few minutes ago. Those eyes couldn't be the same that I had looked into as he brought me pleasure. That was not Hans that was a monster. I heard sounds coming from Nikolaus as he tried fighting but it was no use Hans was twice his size and stronger. I watched Marie break down sobbing as we watched the scene unfold in front of us. Minutes felt like hours when Hans finally released Nikolaus who fell with a thud his lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. Hans calmly took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket wiping his hands as he spoke.

"Take his body to the truck". He said and the two men complied picking up Nikolaus' corpse and carrying it out of my apartment. I was left alone with Hans and Marie there was silence for a while before he finally spoke.

"You looked beautiful today, Gracie. You always do". He said before he turned around and walked out of my apartment.

Later that day I laid in my bed still sobbing from the events from earlier, I would blame myself for Nikolaus' death for the rest of my life. I had recently lost Henry now I had lost a good friend I didn't know how I would survive the dark phase. Marie had left earlier reluctantly, I begged her to give me some time alone and she finally agreed. I finally came clean to her about my affair with Hans, after his last words she suspected something and I told everything. She chastised me and I cried telling her that I knew that I was a terrible person I was still cheating on Henry even after his death. I was back to being lonely, my apartment lost the smell of food that Marie and Nikolaus usually made, there was no loud chatter and laughter as we sat around the table eating, it was just my sobbing. I suddenly felt a dip in my bed and large arms wrap around my waist. I knew who it was from his scent.

"I did it to protect you". His deep voice whispered and I didn't answer.

"I hate seeing you cry, Gracie". He said, he moved on top of me and began kissing my tears away.

"I'm sorry Gracie". He said, his eyes pleading with me.

"Make love to me". I didn't know what I was saying I just needed comfort and Hans provided it in one way. I knew I never deserved a great man like Henry, my mind raced with those thoughts. I didn't even notice that Hans had undressed me until I felt him enter me.

"Harder". I gasped as he thrusted into me. He quickened his pace.

"Harder Hans". I said wrapping my legs around his waist. He pulled out and I furrowed my brows before he roughly slammed into me making cry out.

"Hans!". I cried as he mercilessly rammed into me, his fingers digging into my hips I knew he would leave marks. The bed shook violently with every thrust he delivered and I screamed my head off.

"Hans. Hans. Hans". I chanted his name hearing the rattling headboard above my head. He lifted my leg putting it on his shoulder before he drove into me.

"Aaah". I screamed scratching his muscular back wanting him to feel the same amount of pain. He suddenly pulled out and I moaned in protest before he flipped me so I was laid on my belly. I gasped when he spanked my behind twice.

"Put your ass out". He said panting and I complied lifting my behind up before he roughly slammed into me again.

"Hans". I cried and he grabbed my hair as he continued thrusting into me mercilessly.

"Dear God Hans. Please. Oh God yes. Hans. Hans. Oh oh ahhh". My mind was fazed I'm pretty sure I forgot my name in the state I was in. He had never taken me like this and I loved his rough side. His groans and moans added to my pleasure. He entered his fingers inside of me and I cried from the insane amount of pleasure he was giving me.

"Please". I didn't know what I was begging for, I just never wanted him to stop. My legs shook as I exploded screaming his name, he followed suit pulling out and releasing on the sheets. He collapsed next to me, I was too tired and sore to move.

"Rest for now I'm going to take you again later". He said wrapping his arms around me as we drifted off to sleep.