All of Her Men (15 page)

“
It depends on many things. You do drink wine don’t you?” he smiled. He hadn’t given me much of a choice after liberally pouring two full glasses. 

“I do.”
A tiny smirk betrayed my face. Was he deliberately trying to throw me off? I couldn’t get a sense of his motivation. I couldn’t get so much as a clear thought through my head with him standing there so devilishly handsome and so wickedly intriguing.

The
malicious thoughts of which I so forcefully discouraged were, step by step, dragging themselves to the surface and I feared the worst. I hoped I would be able to exert the level of self control needed to avoid devouring Bill and discarding his body like as I took out the trash. Why had I come here? Why oh why? I asked myself the same question over and over again.

My ce
ll phone. That’s why I came. I took a sip of wine, so as not to appear rude and wasteful. I raised my glass and graciously motioned in his direction to say, “Thank you again for inviting me to your home. It was very nice of you-”

“
Oh, cut the crap,” he cut me off.

“Excuse me?” I asked almost choking on the wine.

“Every morsel of every word that comes out of your mouth is pure bullshit?” he said. This looked to be the beginning of an angry rant and I was even more confused than I had been ten seconds ago. He went on before giving me the opportunity to respond. “Do you fake your way through every conversation you have with people? Or is it just me? Or am I the only one who’s caught on to the lazy shit that comes out of your jaw?” I heard everything that he said but I was somewhat distracted by his beautiful voice. Even in anger, he spoke like an angel. To have him standing here yelling was still quite a pleasure to listen to.

He certainly didn’t speak like he was from another country but his accent
unwillingly betrayed him. I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here I was, trying to be nice and he was taking insult to my graciousness. Where did I go wrong? I was developing the rather annoying habit of being utterly confused at everything that had to do with Bill.

“What the fuck
are you talking about?” I shoved all imitation of class and propriety out the door. I had no use for it anymore. “I thank you for allowing me to come here and inviting me into your home and you tell me to cut the crap? How bout you cut the crap!” The volume of my voice was escalating far more than I cared to admit and I was filled with the all too familiar sense to flee the scene. I needed to get what I came here for and jet.

“You know what. Forget it!” I yelled. “Just give me my phone please.
I don’t have time for this bullshit. I’ll get out of your hair and this can be over and done with.”

Bill moved
lightening fast around to press himself right behind me and enveloped my waist with his right arm. His movement was so unexpected, I didn’t dare move. Using his free left arm, he grabbed at my hair and moved it roughly to the left side of my face. The feel of his belt buckle on the small of my back provided enough friction to arouse me. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I blushed. My breath quickened. My eyes darted curiously from left to right but my head never moved. I couldn’t see him but I felt every inch of him behind me. His lips hovered between my neck and my ear lobe as he spoke.

“
Now, that’s what I was looking for,” he said. “A genuine reaction.” Still, I didn’t move. I wanted to spin around and mount him like a banchee. I wanted to take him to a place he’d never been before and then flick off the switch that was his life and call it a night. The urges were building up and all I could think to do was to take him like I’ve taken so many others and rip out his throat. I fought hard to resist it all. But these were no longer mere wants. They were needs. Needs that were rather difficult to tame once the devil inside had taken a peek.

But this was what he wanted wasn’t it? Is this not what he had been asking for?
Had he not just demanded that I cut the crap? He wanted an undiluted version of Jolene. The one no one ever got to see because no one ever really wanted to see? That’s what he asked for but it wouldn’t be the first time a man asked for something that he’d regret. Surely, he would regret it once he came to the realization of what the real me entailed.

The unadulterated and purest form of me wanted to fuck him
, for lack of a better term. I wanted to take and use him till I was good and done. But even more, I wanted the surge of power I would experience as I held his life in my hands and took it away without so much as an inkling of compunction.

He held me
tightly within his grasp and as good as it felt, I couldn’t help but think of the wonders of binding him and toying with him mercilessly. I wanted so badly to toy with him the way he so enjoyed toying with me.

I didn’t usually play with my victims long before I ended their pitiful existence
. It wasn’t really my style. I was more of a wham- bam thank you ma’am kinda girl, but something about Bill made me want to prolong his inevitable demise. I wanted to draw out his pleasure and linger longingly in his pain.

But that wasn’t going to happen. His body language illustrated a different
desire. He held a vastly different image than my own in his mind. I didn’t know much but that much I could sense.

Finally
, Bill released me letting out a long, drawn out breath and took a seat next to where I was standing in his quiet kitchen. I slowly retook my seat as I fought hard to regain my composure.

My thoughts turned back to my phone. He had had enough time to go through it and I wondered if he had the audacity to search through the phone of a complete stranger. Surely,
snooping through my phone would have been expected had I known Bill personally and there might be some useful information for him. But that simply wasn’t the case here. There was absolutely no reason for him to search through my phone. There would be nothing of any use for him. But just because there wasn’t anything useful in it for him did not mean that there wasn’t any incriminating evidence. People’s cell phones contain lots of details about a person’s life and I was no different. Every passing moment without my phone was more and more torturous.

We sat in silence for a few more passing moments before the silence got to me and gave me the push to speak once more.  “Um…I c
ame here for my cell phone. If you could just get that for me, I could be out of your way.”

Bill tilted his head to the right and swiveled it
90 degrees and appeared to be throwing a thousand tiny darts straight into my eyes.

“Of course,” he replied with nonchalance. “That is…after all, what you came here for.”

His arrogant tone offended me but I decided against making any jabbing remarks that might prolong my long-awaited meeting with the certain phone in question.

I came here for my phone and only my phone.
The suggestion that I might have come here for anything else other than that was preposterous. The fact that Bill was charismatic, intriguing and sexy as hell was just a little extra. His ability to fuck the shit out of my mind was incomprehensible, as well.

But nevertheless, I came here for my phone. I would not have trudged up two moun
tains for cheap sex. I could find good ass much closer to home for a lot less effort. On the other hand, those mountains might provide good coverage to hide a body. I would be sure to remember that for any future rendezvous.

Bill wasn’t the typical man I sought after on a hunt. He was attractive, yes. But good looks come in out of eye sight all day long. Good looks were just the beginning. I would have loved to hunt for a man like Bill, but his
type was in short supply. I was experiencing a drought of young, available, sexy and intelligent men who could literally and not figuratively cause your knees to buckle and your inner thighs to palpitate. Such qualities in a man were such a rare find that you could miss it if you weren’t paying enough attention. They were subtle beings that did not divulge their secrets at the initial passing glance.

Typical to his type, you had to
allow a slow simmer for a man like Bill and bring him to a sizzle to discover the goodies within him. I usually just brought my victims to top notch heat and saw where the scorching blaze would take us. But fast burning flames burn out quickly and the slow simmering allowed the flame to fully satiate the hunger. They satisfied the need completely.

Procuring a man like Bill would take time and effort. But it would be
well worth it. It would be the type of kill that could take you out of the game for a considerable amount of time. I could relish in the thought of his murder for months, possibly longer, without yearning to kill again. The relief…oh what a relief it would be to go about my daily life without wanting to kill over and over again. How wonderful it would be to live peacefully in my own body without succumbing to nefarious appetites and simply going about my days. I could enjoy leisurely days that would be spent working and enjoying Eric’s company. No longer would I need to ignore my parents or siblings and friends. For a while, I could be…
almost
normal.

But I didn’t want to get too ahead of myself
. I knew I wasn’t going to kill Bill tonight or any time soon for that matter. I would not allow myself.

“It’s right upstairs.”

“Huh,” I said. I had been lost in thought and had even, for a second, forgotten that he was here sitting beside me.

“Your
phone,” he said. “I have it upstairs. I’ll go get it now and you can be on your way.”

“Yes. Thank you,” I replied.

Bill turned and headed back towards the way we came in and ascended up a wooden stairway. I sat, patiently in the kitchen eagerly awaiting his return. The kitchen really was beautifully decorated. I wondered if he had done it all himself or if he had a decorator. It was most likely a decorator, but there was the smidgen of a chance that he just had a flair for home décor.

Next to his massive kitchen island sat a large glass table which held only a vase filled with red roses. But behind the glass table was a wall that was far more interesting. Once again, there was a gold colored frame with an exquisite painting
of a blind-folded young white woman. She didn’t have much on but she had her hair tied up in a bun and wore white tights that made her look like a ballerina. But then you could see that she obviously was not a ballerina but she was probably standing in a ballet studio.

I moved closer to the wall to get a better look. The woman’s large
creamy breasts stood exposed upright, wrapped tightly in white rope. I’d seen images similar to this before. But this piece of work took creative bondage to another level altogether. The woman’s right leg was stretched up all the way up above her head and tied to a pole that hovered directly above her. It looked like a vertical split. As if the portrait wasn’t quite strange enough, a rich red apple protruded out of her mouth. I stood up to get a closer look. I wanted to get a better view of the image when I stood directly in front of her, I saw the dildo that hung from the inside of her vagina. It was quite an image. What the heck was it doing in the kitchen?

“Have you had the pleasure of experiencing something like that?”

I spun around quickly back at the doorway to see Bill standing there once again. He had managed to frighten me this time but it wasn’t something I would have readily admitted.

I took a deep breath
. Part of me questioned whether he might have been sneaking up on me on purpose. If he had been doing it on purpose, why?

“Uh. No,” I said flatly. “I have not had the pleasure of experiencing anything even remotely
like that.”

“Ah. Not really your thing?” he asked. “Too intense for yo
u?”

My dea
r new friend was clueless. Too intense for me? He could never understand just how intense I was. To be quite fair though, intense would not in fact accurately describe my level of sexual appetite. Intense was much too mild of a word to use to describe the way I liked things to be done.

Surely, he
wouldn’t understand and there was no way for me to make him understand. He would have to remain clueless. At least, for the time being.

“I wouldn’t say too intense,” I smiled. “Simply…a difference of taste in the matter.”

“How so?” he asked. He cocked his right eye brow and came a bit closer. I realized I might have struck a chord, a change in his body language suggested sincere interest.

I chuckled a bit at his eagerness. “I’d tell you. But then I’d have to kill you.”

A legitimate smile crept upon his face and I couldn’t help but to join him in a small bit of laughter. I did think what I had said was rather funny. But I laughed because of the hidden truth in the words I had spoken. There were times when you did in fact tell the truth and the person you were speaking to didn’t believe. This was one of those times.

Chapter 22

Considerably later than I expected, I didn’t get to my apartment till after 9 a.m. Exhaustion had completely taken over at about the second mountain and I drove home in beta mode for most of the trip back. I drove in a zombie-like comatose state. I couldn’t so much as remember parking my car or even simply taking the few steps up to my apartment. I even forgot to charge my damn phone in the car. It was almost dead. I set the phone to charge and threw myself face forward into my creamy soft bed.