Breaking her bondage
This is a short story done between 1-2 am when I could not sleep, and my sweet angel lay next to me with her leg across mine. It is dedicated to her. Enjoy
Breaking her bondage
In bed she lay next to me. Her leg across mine. Her arm across my chest. Sure breathed softly into my ear while I lay awake. Her breath faintly smelled of musk, exciting memories of passions we shared only an hour ago. She and I had both been exhausted, but only she had been tired enough to fall asleep afterwards.
I was still awake because of the thoughts that were circling my head. Around and around, they wouldn't seem to go away. I roll away from her, letting her possessive arm and leg now rest in the indent in the mattress my body had left behind. She looks like a ravaged beauty. Her long hair is splayed about. Brown fur matted from sweat. The bed sheets hug her body, displaying her curvy form. The moonlight itself is cast upon her making unspoken temptations rise again.
As I walk to her bathroom I pick up her phone off the night stand and take it with me. After locking the door behind me I thumb through her contact list until I find the name I am looking for, dial the number and wait a moment for a man to answer.
"Nikki, you done already girl?" He asks
"Nichole is no longer your prostitute." I say.
"Who da fuck is this?"
"If. You want her back come and get her."
"Oh fuck no no no, you be messing with the wrong pi-"
I hang up the phone and leave it in the bathroom. After I walk out of the bathroom I pull a pistol out of my discarded backpack. It is a very heavy pistol, and the silencer I thread on only adds weight. Making my way to the door of the hotel room I grab a chair from the kitchenette, set it before the door, and relax in it waiting with the pistol in my lap, and the barrel aimed at the entry.