Chapter Ten: In The Dark.
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The drive back was eventful. His hand found mine in the dark of the backseat.
The two guards in the front sat the way they always sat — backs straight, eyes forward, existing in that particular professional way that meant we are furniture, we see nothing, we hear nothing, we will take this to our graves.
I had a hard time focusing on the road.
We had stopped at a red light. Frank's hand brushed against my thigh, moving up my p***y slowly, deliberately, like a man who had decided something at dinner and was done waiting to act on it.
I looked at him.
He looked straight ahead.
I looked at the back of the guards' heads.
Furniture. Completely furniture. I looked back at Frank.
I returned the energy.
I rubbed his d**k through his pants and felt him respond immediately, unzipped them and pulled his boxers down until his c**k sprang free.
I could see precum already at his tip, shining in the passing streetlights.
I cleaned it off with my tongue first. Tasted him. Looked up at him once.
I licked him a few times then wrapped my lips around his c**k. I had quite a skill in giving blowjobs. I spat on his c**k, cupped his balls, trailing slow, deliberate kisses one at a time, while my hand moved in a steady rhythm.
I could feel every place his control was failing.
In the front seat nobody moved. Two professional men experiencing the longest car ride of their careers and committed to surviving it with their dignity intact.
After teasing him for a while, I finally took his complete length into my mouth and began hungrily going down on him. My warm, wet mouth engulfed him all the way down to his base, sliding slowly up and down his length.
Frank made a sound.
Just one. Low and immediate and completely involuntary.
The guard on the right cleared his throat.
Once.
That was all.
His hand found my hair. The other fondling my breasts, pinching my n*****s, it only pushed me further.
"Jane." My name in his mouth like a warning.
I didn't stop.
After a while, he pressed my head down onto him and held me there, lifting himself to thrust into my mouth. I didn’t pull away. I let him take what he needed.
I felt him swell just before he came, felt the tension in him break as he released into my mouth. I kept swallowing, letting him ride it out.
When I finally pulled back slightly, I let a little spill, watching it trail down over him. I looked up at him, still holding him in my mouth, then let more slip past my lips, letting it fall from my chin onto my chest.
He was staring at me like I had just done something unforgivable to him.
I licked my lips clean.
Lowered myself again and finished slowly. Thoroughly. Tracing every inch with my tongue until there was nothing left.
I zipped him up and smoothed my hair.
He laughed. One broken sound. "You are going to be the death of me."
"Mm." I looked out the window.
His phone lit up on the console between us.
He glanced at it. Something shifted in his face barely, just a tightening around the eyes and he answered before the second ring.
"Talk."
I watched his profile in the dark. The way his jaw set. The way his free hand stopped moving and went very still.
"Where?" A pause. "How long ago?" Another pause, longer. His voice dropped. "Don't let him move. I'll be there in ten."
He hung up.
"Frank." I kept my voice even. "What was that?"
"Delivery issue." He didn't look at me. "Someone needs a signature."
"A delivery." I let the word sit. "At midnight."
"My business doesn't keep office hours, Jane."
"Right." I looked back out the window. "Your business."
He glanced at me then. Quick."It's nothing."
"You just told someone not to let him move.
Deliveries don't move, Frank."
Silence.
I didn't push. Just turned back to the window and watched the city thin out into gates and private roads.
The gates opened and we rolled through.
The guard stopped the car in the courtyard. and were out immediately, moving away with the purposeful speed of men who had somewhere extremely important to be that was not here.
I watched them go.
"They're going to need therapy," I said.
Frank made a sound that was almost a laugh
"Go inside." He was already rolling up his sleeve. The automatic preparation of a man doing something he'd done a thousand times.
"I'll be in soon."
"What's happening?"
"Jane." He turned and looked at me and his face was a controlled face. "Go inside."
"Is someone hurt? Do you need me to—"
"I need you to go inside." His voice was final. "Please."
I looked at him.
At the man who had held my hand in the dark on the way to dinner. Who had listened to me talk for three hours like I was worth every second.
Who had just come apart in this car thirty minutes ago and laughed afterward like something in him had loosened for the first time in years.
"Okay." I got out.
I walked through the front door without looking back.
I made it to the corridor.
Stopped.
I don't know what it was. Some instinct that lived below simply said — Go back.
I turned around.
Pushed back through the front door.
Stood at the top of the steps.
The courtyard was lit by a single floodlight.
Frank stood in the center of it.
Two of his men stood on either side of him.
And in front of him on his knees, hands bound behind his back, head hanging. A man I had never seen before.
Frank was speaking. I couldn't hear the words. His voice was too low, the voice he used when he had already decided something and was simply informing someone of the outcome.
The man on his knees said something back.
Something desperate. I could tell from his shoulders. The way they caved inward. The way his whole body was trying to make itself smaller.
Frank tilted his head.
That small, precise movement. The one that meant he had heard everything he needed to hear.
"Frank—" His name left my mouth without sound. Just reflex.
He reached inside his jacket.
The gunshot split the night open like it was nothing. Like it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
The man dropped.
No drama. No last words. Just a body where a person used to be.
My stomach dropped. My hands trembled.
Frank straightened his jacket with one hand.
Said something to his men without looking at what was on the ground.
They moved immediately. The choreography of people who had done this before and would do it again.
Frank turned and saw me.
We looked at each other across that flat white light. I felt dizzy.
"Jane—"
His voice came from very far away.
My legs had already made their decision.
The last thing I registered before the ground came up was Frank moving. Crossing the courtyard in long strides, his face finally breaking open into something that looked, just for a second, like genuine terror.
Then the dark swallowed everything.
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