Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Memoirs of a Killer ❯ Chapter Forty Eight ( Chapter 48 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.08.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.08.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
"Yeah well the cops won't see it like that," Jack said. Banging his head against the back of the seat, he stared out the window sullenly. One of his major trepidations about being with Constance was their age difference, and now that had just been thrown in his face. "Think of like what we use to do for a living. What was fine for us, wasn't fine for everyone else. That's why we have to lie about it."
"So I have to lie about loving you?" Constance asked.
Brian sighed. "I know it seems hard, but it's just the way things have to be."
"Will I have to lie forever?"
Brian smiled and brushed her hair. "When you turn eighteen, you won't have to anymore."
Constance smiled. "That's only two years."
Only two years. God, by that time he'd be twenty five. Jack tried to think of other things, happier things. Maybe he should become a vampire. They don't age and he already hated the sunlight. It would work. He was about to ask Brian if he knew if there were Russian vampires, but finally thought against it. Instead he just offered Constance a smile. "Yes, it is only two years."
Constance sat patiently as Brian changed her bandages in the living room. She stared out the window. Daniel 2 played at her feet. The phone rang and Brian finished her bandages then grabbed the phone.
"I knew you would call." Brian said smiling. "No, Constance is here. It's only the afternoon."
Jack looked up as the phone rang. He'd been looking up a few sites for specialty items. Seeing where everyone was, he closed the laptop and walked over to Constance so that he could pick on her while Brian was on the phone. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, he smiled and kissed the top of her head. "So, how are you feeling?"
"So, did you take the picture like I asked?" One of the boys who had been looking at Constance nodded. He handed the man the picture. He just nodded before ripping up the picture. "I figured that Daniel would send them here. That story about the Phantom killing her was utter nonsense. He doesn't hold a candle to her." Walking back to his limo, the boss dialed in a number. If they wanted to go rogue, then he could show them what it meant like to betray him.
Constance smiled at him. "Fine," she said. Moving her head up, he lips met his. She pulled on his collar, pushing his lips more on hers. They parted lightly and she nibbled on his bottom lip before pulling back. "Want to go in the bedroom?"
Brian put the phone down. "I'm going out for a few. I'll be back soon," he said. He kissed Constance on the head and rubbed her cheek. "I'll have my phone on me if you need me." She nodded and he left.
Jack didn't want the kiss to end, so he just shot Brian a death glare as he left. "That does sound nice," he said as he kissed her neck. "But Brian told me no fooling around until your wound healed."
"How soon can you get it arranged." The boss nodded. He knew he was making a deal with the devil, but in this case it was fine. "No, I want them all out. If you want you can start with her or him it doesn't matter. Just as long as they pay." Hanging up the phone he stared out his window. The deal was done.
Constance wrapped her arms around him. "What Brian doesn't know won't hurt him," she whispered and started placing kisses on his neck. "You just have to be gentle."
Jack smirked. She was making it really hard to resist her right now. "When have we ever done anything gentle?" He was still trying his best to restrain himself. If Brian came home and she was bleeding all over the place they were both going to be in trouble.
Constance smirked. "You said you wanted to try new things. We can try being gentle and slow," she said. Her hands grabbed his and moved it to her breasts.
Jack's cheeks flushed. By new things he'd meant handcuffs and other stuff, but this was definitely nice as well. Try as he might, he couldn't help but to rub it slowly and give it a good squeeze. Even now it still felt good in his hands. Constance moaned. Her handed went to the bottom of her shirt and she pulled it off, letting it hit the floor. With a simple flick, her bra was off. Her lips found his again as she worked his shirt over his head. Screw it. Jack brought his other hand up to her now exposed breast, rubbing them tenderly, stopping only to let her take his shirt off. He pinched her nipples, smirking into the kiss. Good thing Brian had left. Again Constance moaned. Her hands went to his jeans and began undoing his belt then his jeans. The whole time, her lips never left his. Even though he wasn't accustomed to Constance wearing jeans, he had no trouble unbuttoning and unzipping them. He didn't bother for them to come off before he pushed his hands down them and began to rub his fingers against her. Constance squirmed. She moaned loudly and with one good pull, his jeans were down. She stood and wiggled out of her jeans. His hand moved further into her panties and she pushed her lips more on his.
He pushed two fingers into her and began to tease her. Moving her against the wall, he kept her pressed there while they kissed, his fingers moving in and out of while his other hand groped her breast. Constance broke the kiss to let out a long moan. Her hands went to his shoulders while her legs shook. Again, she pushed her lips over his, begging for release. Jack nibbled on her lips. So much for going easy. Somehow he managed to work a third finger into her which was the most he'd ever gotten. Pumping them in and out, he soon moved her to the recliner. Putting her in it, he leaned over her, his fingers still in her panties as he trailed kisses down her chest. Constance tried to ignore the pain in her side as she felt herself building up. Her hands went to one of her breast and began massaging it. Jack knew that it was going to make a mess, but at that point he really didn't care. Her panties were already soaked, so he started to pull them off. Spreading his finger in her, once he pulled her panties down he began to flick his tongue over her clit. After feeling his tongue on her, Constance let go. She screamed out as her body shook and muscles loosened. She road her orgasm out as her eyes closed tight.
Jack couldn't help but smile as he watched her ride out her orgasm. She was so cute when she was flushed and bothered. He should really keep her like that more often. Tearing her panties at the sides, he just tossed them off of her as he crawled back up and kissed her. Constance smiled as he crawled up her and his lips washed over her. Her body felt hot as his chest pushed against hers. She shifted under him so he couldn't hit her wound. He couldn't help it. Nibbling her neck, he slowly grinded against her. Shuddering as his cock rubbed against her through the fabric of his boxers. Kissing her again, he let his hands trail down her body, careful of her wound. Constance moaned. Her hands went to his boxers she pushed him up slightly so she could pull them off him. Laying back, she moved her legs to the sides of his hips, his dick rubbing against her clit. She moaned. Jack smirked. He continued to grind against her opening, letting his cock just rub against her slit so that he could watch her moan for more. Constance was begging him at this point. She pulled at his hips, letting her nails dig in his skin. She wanted him so badly. One of her hands went to his face, she wanted it slow, but she wanted to let him know that she wanted it...now.
He hissed as her nails dug into his flesh. When she let her other hand caress his face, he knew that would be next if he didn't give her what she wanted. Finally, he relented. Pressing the stick on the side of the recliner, he let it back so they'd have a more comfortable position. Propping one leg on the armrest, he moved her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. After rubbing the tip off his cock against her clit one last time, he pulled at her hips, making sure to avoid her wound, and pulled her onto him. Constance threw her head back. She moaned loudly and moved her hands to his chest. She pulled his head down and pushed her lips on his. Despite her wanting to be gentle, her kisses were anything but that. Good thing they had the floor all to themselves or else people would be getting an earful about now. He began thrusting into her, using the leverage from the chair to position himself for deeper thrusts at new angles. He would have to remember that recliners made for excellent beds to have sex on. Constance's moans filled the air. One of her hands went to her wound and lightly held it, as if she was trying to keep the stitching intact. Her lips moved over his skin like butterfly kisses.
He nibbled on her flesh, trying hard not to leave any tell tale signs of what they were doing. Pulling into her with each thrust, he moaned as he felt himself drawing near. It had been so long, and he'd wanted her so badly he'd barely started before he was ready to finish. Her hands wandered his body like it was the first time she had touched him. She wanted to make sure everything she remembered was still there in the same spots on his body. She could feel herself building again and once again, her wound began aching. With one final grunt, Jack felt himself go. He whimpered slightly, not wanting it to end already. Constance cried out again as she followed after Jack. She pulled him close to her as they both took deep breaths.
Jack panted above her. Kissing her lips all he could do was give her a sheepish grin. "I guess I was a little too excited this time."
Constance shook her head. "It was perfect," she said smiling. "Any longer and I think my wound would have opened again."
Jack paused, he'd nearly forgotten about that. Tilting his head so that he could see it, he tried to look past her hand. "Does it hurt? Is it okay?"
She smiled. Moving her hand she reviled that it was fine. "Just a little pulling here and there, but it's ok."
He gave a small sigh of relief. "Good, cause Brian would kill me if I caused it to tear open."
She laughed lightly then dropped her smile. Her eyes swam in his as he hand went to his cheek. "Tell me you missed me, Ian. Tell me you love me and that you'll never leave me again."
"I did miss you," he told her. "I do love you. And I have no plans of leaving."
She smiled again. Pulling him down, she rested her hand on his shoulder. "I love you too, Ian."
He nuzzled her neck as they held each other. Kissing her shoulder, he looked up and smiled. Crawling off of her, he then proceeded to scoop her up and carry her in his arms. Without saying a word he took her to the bed where he laid her down and then crawled in the bed. From that point he just held her, letting his thumb gently stroke her as he kissed her. This was nice, Constance told herself. This was perfect. If she could have this forever, she would die happy.
Jack smirked into her shoulder. "So if that was soft and easy, I can't wait to see hard and rough."
"So, she's alive. Gee, how predictable. Though it was rather nice of her former boss to let me know. Natasha, it looks like you'll be going home," Shadow smirked as he crossed his hands in front of him. He was going to make the Muse suffer, and he knew just how to do it.
Brian walked in the suite with a smile on his face. Door man wanted seconds...and thirds. He started towards the kitchen and stopped. Scanning the living room, his hand went to his head. Headache.
"Jack! What the hell! I said no sex!" Brian kicked their clothes on the ground. "You're clothes are everywhere! Get out here and clean this up...and..." Brian screamed. "That better not be what I think it is on the recliner!"
Constance giggled. "Brian's home."
Jack chuckled, wishing he could've seen Brian's face. "I'll go clean up," he told her. Crawling out of bed he yanked a new pair of boxes and put them on before going out to face the music. "So, evidently he wasn't too sore if he called you again." Jack knew there was only two things that could get Brian to leave Constance. The first one Daniel, the second was corrupting some poor straight guy. "Really, you're going to have him so confused."
Brian shrugged. "I needed a hobby," he said.
Constance dressed and came out of the room. She smiled at Brian and he lifted her shirt to check her wound then her hands. She pushed at him.
"I'm fine, really," she assured him. "You both think I'm made of porcelain."
"Trust me, she's not made of porcelain," Jack smirked as he picked up the remnants of her panties. Looking at the recliner, he just groaned. "We might just need to burn it."
Constance tilted her head to the side. It didn't look so bad to her. Brian cringed. "Yeah...burn...sounds good."
Jack laughed as he picked up their clothes and started for the bedroom. Looking over at Brian, he decided that he needed to be teased more. "Just when you go to bed tonight, try not to roll over on the right side of it. Trust me, you'll thank me later." And with that he headed to their bedroom.
Brian looked at Constance with a death glare. She stepped back and laughed lightly to ease the tension. "...I don't know what he's talking about..." she said.
Brian crossed his arms. "He better be joking or there will be revenge."
When Jack returned he had put some pants on. Looking over at Brian's menacing glare he tried really hard not to laugh. Whistling, he began to pour himself a glass of soda. "Oh don't look mad. I was only teasing. We haven't used your bed, yet." What could he say? He was bored. When he was bored he got suicidal.
Constance laughed again.
"So I have to lie about loving you?" Constance asked.
Brian sighed. "I know it seems hard, but it's just the way things have to be."
"Will I have to lie forever?"
Brian smiled and brushed her hair. "When you turn eighteen, you won't have to anymore."
Constance smiled. "That's only two years."
Only two years. God, by that time he'd be twenty five. Jack tried to think of other things, happier things. Maybe he should become a vampire. They don't age and he already hated the sunlight. It would work. He was about to ask Brian if he knew if there were Russian vampires, but finally thought against it. Instead he just offered Constance a smile. "Yes, it is only two years."
Constance sat patiently as Brian changed her bandages in the living room. She stared out the window. Daniel 2 played at her feet. The phone rang and Brian finished her bandages then grabbed the phone.
"I knew you would call." Brian said smiling. "No, Constance is here. It's only the afternoon."
Jack looked up as the phone rang. He'd been looking up a few sites for specialty items. Seeing where everyone was, he closed the laptop and walked over to Constance so that he could pick on her while Brian was on the phone. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, he smiled and kissed the top of her head. "So, how are you feeling?"
"So, did you take the picture like I asked?" One of the boys who had been looking at Constance nodded. He handed the man the picture. He just nodded before ripping up the picture. "I figured that Daniel would send them here. That story about the Phantom killing her was utter nonsense. He doesn't hold a candle to her." Walking back to his limo, the boss dialed in a number. If they wanted to go rogue, then he could show them what it meant like to betray him.
Constance smiled at him. "Fine," she said. Moving her head up, he lips met his. She pulled on his collar, pushing his lips more on hers. They parted lightly and she nibbled on his bottom lip before pulling back. "Want to go in the bedroom?"
Brian put the phone down. "I'm going out for a few. I'll be back soon," he said. He kissed Constance on the head and rubbed her cheek. "I'll have my phone on me if you need me." She nodded and he left.
Jack didn't want the kiss to end, so he just shot Brian a death glare as he left. "That does sound nice," he said as he kissed her neck. "But Brian told me no fooling around until your wound healed."
"How soon can you get it arranged." The boss nodded. He knew he was making a deal with the devil, but in this case it was fine. "No, I want them all out. If you want you can start with her or him it doesn't matter. Just as long as they pay." Hanging up the phone he stared out his window. The deal was done.
Constance wrapped her arms around him. "What Brian doesn't know won't hurt him," she whispered and started placing kisses on his neck. "You just have to be gentle."
Jack smirked. She was making it really hard to resist her right now. "When have we ever done anything gentle?" He was still trying his best to restrain himself. If Brian came home and she was bleeding all over the place they were both going to be in trouble.
Constance smirked. "You said you wanted to try new things. We can try being gentle and slow," she said. Her hands grabbed his and moved it to her breasts.
Jack's cheeks flushed. By new things he'd meant handcuffs and other stuff, but this was definitely nice as well. Try as he might, he couldn't help but to rub it slowly and give it a good squeeze. Even now it still felt good in his hands. Constance moaned. Her handed went to the bottom of her shirt and she pulled it off, letting it hit the floor. With a simple flick, her bra was off. Her lips found his again as she worked his shirt over his head. Screw it. Jack brought his other hand up to her now exposed breast, rubbing them tenderly, stopping only to let her take his shirt off. He pinched her nipples, smirking into the kiss. Good thing Brian had left. Again Constance moaned. Her hands went to his jeans and began undoing his belt then his jeans. The whole time, her lips never left his. Even though he wasn't accustomed to Constance wearing jeans, he had no trouble unbuttoning and unzipping them. He didn't bother for them to come off before he pushed his hands down them and began to rub his fingers against her. Constance squirmed. She moaned loudly and with one good pull, his jeans were down. She stood and wiggled out of her jeans. His hand moved further into her panties and she pushed her lips more on his.
He pushed two fingers into her and began to tease her. Moving her against the wall, he kept her pressed there while they kissed, his fingers moving in and out of while his other hand groped her breast. Constance broke the kiss to let out a long moan. Her hands went to his shoulders while her legs shook. Again, she pushed her lips over his, begging for release. Jack nibbled on her lips. So much for going easy. Somehow he managed to work a third finger into her which was the most he'd ever gotten. Pumping them in and out, he soon moved her to the recliner. Putting her in it, he leaned over her, his fingers still in her panties as he trailed kisses down her chest. Constance tried to ignore the pain in her side as she felt herself building up. Her hands went to one of her breast and began massaging it. Jack knew that it was going to make a mess, but at that point he really didn't care. Her panties were already soaked, so he started to pull them off. Spreading his finger in her, once he pulled her panties down he began to flick his tongue over her clit. After feeling his tongue on her, Constance let go. She screamed out as her body shook and muscles loosened. She road her orgasm out as her eyes closed tight.
Jack couldn't help but smile as he watched her ride out her orgasm. She was so cute when she was flushed and bothered. He should really keep her like that more often. Tearing her panties at the sides, he just tossed them off of her as he crawled back up and kissed her. Constance smiled as he crawled up her and his lips washed over her. Her body felt hot as his chest pushed against hers. She shifted under him so he couldn't hit her wound. He couldn't help it. Nibbling her neck, he slowly grinded against her. Shuddering as his cock rubbed against her through the fabric of his boxers. Kissing her again, he let his hands trail down her body, careful of her wound. Constance moaned. Her hands went to his boxers she pushed him up slightly so she could pull them off him. Laying back, she moved her legs to the sides of his hips, his dick rubbing against her clit. She moaned. Jack smirked. He continued to grind against her opening, letting his cock just rub against her slit so that he could watch her moan for more. Constance was begging him at this point. She pulled at his hips, letting her nails dig in his skin. She wanted him so badly. One of her hands went to his face, she wanted it slow, but she wanted to let him know that she wanted it...now.
He hissed as her nails dug into his flesh. When she let her other hand caress his face, he knew that would be next if he didn't give her what she wanted. Finally, he relented. Pressing the stick on the side of the recliner, he let it back so they'd have a more comfortable position. Propping one leg on the armrest, he moved her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. After rubbing the tip off his cock against her clit one last time, he pulled at her hips, making sure to avoid her wound, and pulled her onto him. Constance threw her head back. She moaned loudly and moved her hands to his chest. She pulled his head down and pushed her lips on his. Despite her wanting to be gentle, her kisses were anything but that. Good thing they had the floor all to themselves or else people would be getting an earful about now. He began thrusting into her, using the leverage from the chair to position himself for deeper thrusts at new angles. He would have to remember that recliners made for excellent beds to have sex on. Constance's moans filled the air. One of her hands went to her wound and lightly held it, as if she was trying to keep the stitching intact. Her lips moved over his skin like butterfly kisses.
He nibbled on her flesh, trying hard not to leave any tell tale signs of what they were doing. Pulling into her with each thrust, he moaned as he felt himself drawing near. It had been so long, and he'd wanted her so badly he'd barely started before he was ready to finish. Her hands wandered his body like it was the first time she had touched him. She wanted to make sure everything she remembered was still there in the same spots on his body. She could feel herself building again and once again, her wound began aching. With one final grunt, Jack felt himself go. He whimpered slightly, not wanting it to end already. Constance cried out again as she followed after Jack. She pulled him close to her as they both took deep breaths.
Jack panted above her. Kissing her lips all he could do was give her a sheepish grin. "I guess I was a little too excited this time."
Constance shook her head. "It was perfect," she said smiling. "Any longer and I think my wound would have opened again."
Jack paused, he'd nearly forgotten about that. Tilting his head so that he could see it, he tried to look past her hand. "Does it hurt? Is it okay?"
She smiled. Moving her hand she reviled that it was fine. "Just a little pulling here and there, but it's ok."
He gave a small sigh of relief. "Good, cause Brian would kill me if I caused it to tear open."
She laughed lightly then dropped her smile. Her eyes swam in his as he hand went to his cheek. "Tell me you missed me, Ian. Tell me you love me and that you'll never leave me again."
"I did miss you," he told her. "I do love you. And I have no plans of leaving."
She smiled again. Pulling him down, she rested her hand on his shoulder. "I love you too, Ian."
He nuzzled her neck as they held each other. Kissing her shoulder, he looked up and smiled. Crawling off of her, he then proceeded to scoop her up and carry her in his arms. Without saying a word he took her to the bed where he laid her down and then crawled in the bed. From that point he just held her, letting his thumb gently stroke her as he kissed her. This was nice, Constance told herself. This was perfect. If she could have this forever, she would die happy.
Jack smirked into her shoulder. "So if that was soft and easy, I can't wait to see hard and rough."
"So, she's alive. Gee, how predictable. Though it was rather nice of her former boss to let me know. Natasha, it looks like you'll be going home," Shadow smirked as he crossed his hands in front of him. He was going to make the Muse suffer, and he knew just how to do it.
Brian walked in the suite with a smile on his face. Door man wanted seconds...and thirds. He started towards the kitchen and stopped. Scanning the living room, his hand went to his head. Headache.
"Jack! What the hell! I said no sex!" Brian kicked their clothes on the ground. "You're clothes are everywhere! Get out here and clean this up...and..." Brian screamed. "That better not be what I think it is on the recliner!"
Constance giggled. "Brian's home."
Jack chuckled, wishing he could've seen Brian's face. "I'll go clean up," he told her. Crawling out of bed he yanked a new pair of boxes and put them on before going out to face the music. "So, evidently he wasn't too sore if he called you again." Jack knew there was only two things that could get Brian to leave Constance. The first one Daniel, the second was corrupting some poor straight guy. "Really, you're going to have him so confused."
Brian shrugged. "I needed a hobby," he said.
Constance dressed and came out of the room. She smiled at Brian and he lifted her shirt to check her wound then her hands. She pushed at him.
"I'm fine, really," she assured him. "You both think I'm made of porcelain."
"Trust me, she's not made of porcelain," Jack smirked as he picked up the remnants of her panties. Looking at the recliner, he just groaned. "We might just need to burn it."
Constance tilted her head to the side. It didn't look so bad to her. Brian cringed. "Yeah...burn...sounds good."
Jack laughed as he picked up their clothes and started for the bedroom. Looking over at Brian, he decided that he needed to be teased more. "Just when you go to bed tonight, try not to roll over on the right side of it. Trust me, you'll thank me later." And with that he headed to their bedroom.
Brian looked at Constance with a death glare. She stepped back and laughed lightly to ease the tension. "...I don't know what he's talking about..." she said.
Brian crossed his arms. "He better be joking or there will be revenge."
When Jack returned he had put some pants on. Looking over at Brian's menacing glare he tried really hard not to laugh. Whistling, he began to pour himself a glass of soda. "Oh don't look mad. I was only teasing. We haven't used your bed, yet." What could he say? He was bored. When he was bored he got suicidal.
Constance laughed again.