20 comments/ 52924 views/ 55 favorites The Bank Job By: karaline This is the first time I've written erotica, actually this is the first time written fiction. I did try to find an editor but alas the editors I contacted either didn't reply or they were too busy. I'll apologize in advance for the typos I'm sure you'll find. I've read and re-read until I can't see any more. I wasn't sure which section to place the story in, eventually I chose nonconsent/reluctance, I'm not sure if it's the right one but I decided exercising caution was safer than risking offense. ***** Becky came out of the small kitchen at the back of the bank. Where was everyone? "Hey!" she called, "I'm off now. Your sandwiches are in the kitchen, have a nice weekend!" But she could tell something wasn't quite right, she noticed a pair of legs sticking out from behind the door. she paused for a moment and frowned as she tried to process she was seeing. The conservative black shoes, the swell of the calves, the dowdy woollen tights... "Mrs Carson? Are you ok?" No reply, in fact it was just all too quiet apart from a static sound, like a walky talky, or maybe it was a police radio? Then she saw what she thought was Mr Cooper also on the floor on the other side of the desk. She frowned, he looked at her anxiously. Finally the penny began to drop, of course she was in a bank, this was a robbery that kind of thing happened in banks. She took a tentative step back unsure of what her next move should be. Suddenly she felt an arm snake around her waist and before she could react a hand covered her mouth muffling the cry of shock that was about to emerge. She felt a body press up against hers and then he spoke, "Well, where did you spring from?" His voice was rich and smooth and deep, it reminded her of the dark dangerous places, forbidden things. He had an accent. Was it Irish? Scottish? Fear trickled down her back like icy rain and she felt her knees almost buckle with terror. She couldn't answer the question of course with his hand clamped securely over her mouth but he didn't seem to expect an answer. "Now listen carefully angel, I want you to do exactly as I tell you and I promise if you do I won't hurt you, Okay?" Desperately trying to block out the panic that gripped her, she forced herself to nod in response. "Good girl," he said soothingly. "Now I have a gun here, its loaded..." At the mention of the gun she began to shake uncontrollably. What was she even doing here? Why did she have to be in the bank during a hold up? Why didn't she just leave when she had the chance? She could feel her legs start to give way from beneath her but her captor seemed to anticipate her reaction and before she began to slide to the ground. He pulled her towards him bracing her against himself, holding her upright. He was speaking again in that hypnotic voice of his. She desperately tried to control the panic that was sweeping over her again and focus on what he was saying. She realised he was trying to calm her down. "Easy, easy I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth in a second. Don't make a sound, just breath. That's it baby deep breaths, good girl" Her trembling slowed but it didn't stop. She heard the crackly radio again, it was attached to him. She realised it was tuned into the police and they were talking about the bank, she wasn't able to decipher exactly what they were saying with all the interference and the technical language but it seemed to spur her captor into action. "Now we need to get out of here fast, the bank is going to be surrounded by police very soon and you're going to be my hostage." Another wave of panic washed over her. "You're going to be ok if you do exactly as a I tell you and nothing else. I promise I won't hurt you " He spoke to her slowly and clearly like a teacher trying to explain something to a frightened child "Ignore everything I say when we go out there just remember I'm not going to hurt you if you do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?" She nodded squeezing her eyes shut trying to dislodge the brimming tears starting to blur her vision, and suddenly they were moving, his arm around her neck, the gun at her head they walked forward into the cashiers area. It seemed as though everyone who was in the bank was lying face down on the floor with their hands behind their heads, she might have laughed at the absurdity of the scene if it wasn't so frightening. Two men weren't lying face down, they were dressed in motorcycle gear, and wearing crash helmets with tinted visors, they were both frantically loading wads of banknotes from the cash desks into black holdalls, pausing only briefly to glance up at the new arrivals. He spoke again "We need to get moving, they're nearly here. Grab the money and lets go" The men did as they were told, they grabbed their holdalls and headed for the door. Rebecca was pushed out first and they emerged from the building into the bright mid afternoon sun. A police car screeched to a halt in front of the bank and two police officers jumped out, both armed, both pointing guns at her and her captor. They seemed very young and a bit scared. The one on the left spoke slowly in short authoritative sentences "Don't move or we'll shoot! Let go of the girl. Throw the gun down and put your hands where I can see them" He laughed derisively from behind her, as if the officer had just cracked a particularly funny joke. "Oh Fuck off, you know the score, either of you move a muscle and I'll blow her fucking brains out." Oh god, he was going to kill her, she was going to die. She tried desperately to reassure herself, he said he wouldn't hurt her if she did as she was told, he'd promised. The cops simply stood and watched helplessly as they took off round the corner, he ran, dragging her along with him, she somehow made it to a van without falling and they piled into the back. And then they were moving, the van tore of up the road before the side door was even closed. He was holding her still, bracing her against him and the van hurled forwards she heard sirens although there were no windows in the back and she couldn't see through the windscreen from where she was sitting. Both of the men with the hold alls were looking at her, although she couldn't see their faces through the visors of the helmets. "What the fuck is she doing here Jason?" The driver shouted back "We couldn't of got out of there, I had to take a hostage, they arrived unbelievably fast, there must have been an armed response unit in the area already." The guy closest to her spoke "I didn't expect get out of there so easily after they arrived to be honest." He had the same accent as Jason "Neither did I." She thought that it sounded like more of a cockney accent this time Jason again "There was only the two of them, they can't really do too much without back up, but I'm sure they wouldn't have let us just walk out of there if I didn't have her." the other man with the irish accent spoke again "We'll dump her when we do the switch, we can leave her in the van. Blindfold her now, I want to take my helmet off." She felt her fear abate slightly, she didn't understand what they meant by 'the switch' but they seemed intent on letting her go now she'd served their purpose. Jason released his hold on her but just as quickly she felt him tying something over her face. She was being thrown around a lot more now that he wasn't holding her, she felt a lurch of nausea when they took a corner. Travel sickness; she'd always suffered from it badly. She supposed she couldn't hope for any respite while she was being kidnapped, she figured if anything the stress would make it worse. She couldn't see anything anymore but she could hear them unbuckling their helmets and breathing hard as they must have pulled them off. She briefly wondered what they looked like underneath them. "I think you should tie her hands too, just in case Jason" "Ade, she's fucking bricking it, she's shaking like a leaf here, she's not going to do anything" "I don't think we should take any chances" He let out an exasperated sigh and then she could hear him moving around. He grabbed her hands and was tying them together tightly. He seemed to be using some kind of strap, it dug painfully into her wrists when he finished. She was relieved when he pulled her towards him again and wrapped a protective arm around her waist. Without being able to see or use her arms to steady her it was a lot easier having someone to lean against who was holding her upright. They were no longer driving as quickly, amazingly the sirens seems to have abated but she could hear a helicopter above. The way the van was moving seemed to change they were driving slowly, and they seemed to turn a corner every few seconds. She was still trying to figure out what was happening when the vehicle came to a stop she heard the side door slide open and they all climbed out. Was this it? Where they going to leave her here? She held her breath in anticipation. Jason spoke again "Ade and I will take the Astra you two take the other car, we'll meet at the liaison point as arranged before heading back to be sure we're not being followed." There was silence for a while and then he spoke again, "I don't think we should leave her, we're taking her with us." "Why the fuck not, we said we'd leave here." Ade sounded angry. "YOU said we should leave her here, I don't want to make any rash decisions about this anything could happen. We're taking her with us." His tone brooked no argument and when they began to move off she felt someone grab her arm and then she was being pushed face down into the back of a car. "Lie down behind the seats" the one called Ade ordered, his was voice harsh "I'll be watching you and if I see you move I'll put you in the boot" She shuddered, the car doors slammed and then they were off again. She kept as still as she could. They didn't speak again to her during the journey. They didn't speak much to each other either but she heard enough to surmise that they'd known each other a long time. They had similar accents. Jason seemed to be the leader of sorts, Ade quietly deferred to him even though Jason didn't seem to particularly demand it. She had no idea how long the journey lasted, or where they went but by the time they arrived it was beginning to get dark. Her shoulders ached and she was tired, she wasn't sure if she'd managed to stay conscious throughout. Incredibly she'd managed not to throw up but the feeling of nausea was overwhelming. She heard the crunch of gravel under the wheels. The car stopped, the doors opened, and someone was grabbing her and pulling her from the car. She winced in pain but despite the frankly terrifying circumstances no longer being in a moving vehicle and breathing fresh air was a huge relief. The sensation of constant nausea that she'd had since being thrown in the back of the van was already beginning to subside. She was marched into a building, made to sit down and promptly someone attached the straps binding her wrists to a chair. She heard Jason's voice. He seemed to be crouched in front of her, his voice level with her face. She realised it was the first time he'd spoken directly to her since they'd left the bank. "I have to go and discuss some stuff with my men. I'll be back for you soon, don't move." She laughed sardonically in response. As if she could go anywhere. "Ah well," he replied softly "You don't really have much choice do you? I will be back soon though." And then he was gone and she was alone for the first time since the ordeal had started. She sat still, she could hear them talking in another room, raised voices, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She wondered if they were deciding her fate in there. She began to struggle. Trying to free herself from her bonds, or shake the makeshift blindfold from over her eyes, but she couldn't manage either. So frustrating. She could stand up just about and shuffle forward. Although she was tied to the chair the chair wasn't attached to anything but without being able to see this was a fairly terrifying prospect. She had no idea where she was and what was around her. Her shoulders were really starting to hurt now from her wrists being tied and pulled behind her for so long. She let her head fall forward too exhausted to cry even. Then she heard new a voice. One she hadn't heard before. "So here's our little prisoner then." Without her realising someone else had joined her in the room and there was something about this particular voice made her skin crawl, it seemed a strange differentiation to make given her predicament but she definitely didn't trust this guy, not one little bit. The hairs on her neck stood on end as she heard him stroll towards her. It came as no great surprise when she realised as he spoke again that he was standing right behind her. It shouldn't matter where in the room he was really, she couldn't see him anyway, but his chosen position was particularly intimidating. "Well what are we going to do with you?" She shivered involuntarily as she felt his hand trail down the front of her neck and down her chest. She decided to sit as still as she could and remain perfectly silent as he slid his hand into her bra. She was determined that he wasn't going to get any kind of reaction from her. He grabbed her breast and her resolve shattered as he pinched her nipple hard. She cried out in pain. "I want you wet for me baby," he whispered his voice rough. At the inexplicit threat in his statement she felt herself beginning to unravel again. Fear swept over her making it hard for her to think coherently. What could she do? How could she get out of this? She began to struggle against the binds that held her wrists. She felt surprising wave of anger towards Jason as she remembered his promise about not hurting her. Surely this counted as hurting her? Where was he? Why had he brought her here? "Don't Touch Me." She managed to bite out through clenched teeth, her throat was suddenly so dry it hurt to speak those few words. That laugh again and then suddenly Jason was there. "Get your hands off of her Derek right now or I will break your fucking legs." Jason hadn't even raised his voice as he spoke these words but even blindfolded the threat in his tone was unmistakable. "Hey man I'm really sorry I didn't realise you'd mind" Derek said in a snivelling whiney voice. He sounded nervous. She could hear what she assumed was Jason stroll towards them. There was a loud crack, and a groan and she heard Derek stagger "Just get the fuck out of my sight before I change my mind and kill you, you fucking moron." He knelt beside her and unclipped the straps attaching her to the chair and then he was lifting her by the arm and marching her away. "We're going up some stairs," His tone was stilted, she could feel his anger still, coming off him in waves. She stumbled on the stairs anyway despite his warning. She winced again. "Does it hurt?" He asked gruffly, "Yes." "Where?" "My shoulders." He didn't have anything to say to that. He was opening a door and sitting her down, and then he was behind her undoing the straps binding her hands. It seemed to take an age. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you unattended like that it was thoughtless of me. Are you okay?" A sudden feeling of reckless hysteria started to bubble inside her "Oh yeah I'm great, I'm really great never been better..." She stopped abruptly, thinking sarcasm probably wasn't the best response when replying to the armed robber who'd taken you hostage. He seemed to have stopped struggling with the knots momentarily and instead paused, his hands on her arms he sighed and then got back to untying the straps. She was only just starting to analyse that latest interaction when her arms were free. Relieved she pulled them forward rubbing her shoulders, trying to soothe the aches. Then he was sitting in front of her, lifting the blindfold off of her face. They stared at each other intently. He was younger than she'd imagined, maybe late twenties? He had rugged good looks, broad shoulders. He had messy short dirty blond hair. Intensely blue eyes lined with surprisingly dark thick lashes considering his fair colouring. The effect was very striking. He wasn't her type she decided, but he was undeniably very handsome. There was something particularly appealing about his mouth, she could quite figure out what it was. She felt her cheeks warm as the tell tale signs of a blush starting to creep over her face. Suddenly frightened that he might be able to read her thoughts she averted her gaze and the moment was broken. He stood up, walked over to a small wooden table shrugged his jacket off and hung it on the back of a chair, revealing a plain black t-shirt. His shoulders were still alluringly broad and toned. He strolled across the room and disappeared through to an adjoining room returning shortly with a glass of water and a damp flannel. 'Here drink this' he said handing her the glass. She found that she was in fact, very thirsty. She gulped it down without really considering the risks until after she'd drunk it all. Then to her surprise he sat in front of her again and started to gently clean her face with the flannel, wiping away her tears. She cringed inwardly when she realised her mascara must have run too. Mostly the intimacy of the situation felt shocking to her and a bit scary, but despite her self she felt a little bit aroused too. "You look a bit of a sight." He admitted. He smiled at her, revealing dimples. Having recently decided he looked like some sort of fallen angel she felt crestfallen. Clearly she didn't make the grade. "That's better. What's your name?" "Rebecca," "Well Rebecca, I have to go back to my meeting, I'm going to lock you in. Have a shower if you like or a bath. You can't get out, no one will come in." He stood up and started to leave. "Wait!" she needed some answers. "Why did you bring me here? Why didn't you leave me in the van?" The questions were rushed. She knew she sounded nervous and on edge. "I didn't want to make a decision about you on the spot, I wasn't planning on taking a hostage. We normally get out well before the police arrive." He paused and frowned thoughtfully "And I didn't want to leave you tied up and blindfolded in the back of a van in a deserted multi-story car park." She nodded. "Are you... are you going to let me go?" She asked looking away, afraid of what his answer might be. He smiled "In a few days, when things have calmed down a bit. I don't want to go anywhere near the town again right now. The place'll be crawling with the filth." The filth? it took her a moment or two to work out he must be talking about the police. She was alone again. she looked around. As well as the sofa there was a large bed in the room and a bookshelf with books and a small wooden table with two chairs, he'd left his coat on one of them. She went through the pockets but found nothing. She looked out of the windows they were all locked. The room was a few floors up anyway so she didn't really fancy her chances with that means of escape. Of course he'd locked the door behind him. Finally she checked out the bathroom. There was a shower and a bath, she was tempted. She picked up a large towel and smelled, it seemed to be freshly laundered. She did feel oddly safe with him and anyway he'd only just left, he was bound to be gone a for a little while longer. Although a lot better since her hands were untied her shoulders still ached from being pinned behind her for so long. She really wanted to have a bath but there was no lock on the bathroom door. She decided not to risk it and drank some more water instead. The Bank Job As he walked back down the stairs he considered his predicament. While in the bank listening in on the police radio he could hear they'd dispatched a squad car to the bank already, there must have been an armed response unit in the area. Then he saw her emerge from a room near the back. He'd silently cursed under his breath, he'd thought he'd already accounted for everyone. She'd walked past without noticing him, but then he saw her falter when she saw the old lady lying in the doorway. She took a few steps back but while she was still trying to work out what was going on he captured her waist and closed a hand over her mouth. She was undeniably very attractive wherever she'd sprung from but he was startled by just how much his body responded when he pulled her towards him. He knew his later decisions had been influenced by that attraction but he didn't care to admit how much. He needed to justify himself to his men and he wasn't sure how he was going to do that. But first of all he needed to deal with Derek. She wandered over to the book shelf and looked at the books, they were all tatty, dog eared paperbacks. They mostly seemed to be American literature; Jack Kerouac's 'On The Road' a few books by Burroughs, she slid 'Catcher in the Rye' off the shelf, she'd always meant to read it. She fetched a blanket from the bed and curled up underneath it on the sofa. She began to read, but before long the stress of the day caught up with her, a wave of fatigue washed over her, she was exhausted. She really didn't want to fall asleep, she felt too vulnerable to do that but despite trying desperately hard to stay awake within minutes she'd drifted off. Jason returned to his room with a tray of food to find her fast asleep on the sofa. He smiled when he noticed she'd been reading one of his books. He put the tray down and gently he lifted her over to the bed. Unbidden thoughts of what he'd like to do to her crept to the forefront of his mind. He sighed, pulled the covers over her and crawled in on the other side. Tired after such an adrenalin filled day. He tried his best to ignore the desire to pull her towards him and bury himself in her. He finally fell into a fitful sleep. She woke suddenly. She had a pounding headache and she was desperate to pee but she couldn't seem to move. She struggled to remember where she was when the previous days events came rushing back. She was certain she'd fallen asleep on the sofa. She was aware she was now in the bed and seemingly enclosed in Jason. One of his legs was tangled up with hers. His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist again It was a feeling that was starting to become familiar. She could feel his chest, hard and naked pressed against her back. It was warm and comforting. She felt a confusing wave of emotion and she swallowed nervously. How had she not woken up while he was moving her? She managed to twist round and looked over her shoulder. She gazed at his face. He looked younger, almost boyish. Gosh, he was breathtakingly handsome, even in his sleep, especially in his sleep. His hair was ruffled, she admired the thick dark lashes that curled against his cheeks. And those lips. What was it about his lips? She could tell by the silence and the cold greyish light that the sun hadn't yet risen, but it was shortly before dawn. She sighed, she needed to get away from him, she needed to go to the loo and she needed some space to process the myriad of emotions she was feeling. But first she needed to get out of bed. She started by slipping her legs out from underneath his and then slowly lifted his arm so she could disentangle herself from his grasp. Finally free she began shuffle slowly across the mattress towards the bathroom. She was just about to climb off the bed when suddenly his arm snaked out. He grabbed her by the waist and she was being pulled across the sheets. Sliding back towards him. He gripped her tightly and buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. "Where are you going?" His gruff sleep riddled voice sounded amused. "I need to go to the loo." she whispered not trusting her voice. He let out a long sigh. She felt it tickle the hairs on back of her neck and a shiver rippled through her. After a tense moment he unclenched his arm, freeing her from his embrace and replied thickly, "Don't be too long." She closed the door on the loo and despite being desperate she suddenly couldn't go. Knowing he was in the room just on the other side of the door, and that he could probably hear her. She filled the bowl with toilet paper to muffle the noise and finally managed. She leant back and closed her eyes. She felt a riot of confused emotions through her sleepy haze. After drinking some water she returned to the bed to find that he seemed to have fallen asleep but when she gingerly climbed back under the covers he pulled her into his embrace and she heard his muffled voice as he spoke groggily into her hair. "Go back to sleep for a while Rebecca. It's still early." She lay awake wrapped in his arms, tentatively enjoying the feel of his chest pressed against her back again. He stroked her hair for a while and then she felt his breathing even out as he seemed to drift back off sleep. She had no doubt he would wake again if she tried to slip away. Incredibly she also managed to fall back to sleep after a short time. He woke up first next time and smiled to himself as he gazed down at her sleeping form. He noticed she had beautiful skin. Perfectly smooth and pale, with olive undertones. Masses of hair cascaded over shoulders in unruly dark chestnut coloured curls, he wanted to touch it. He'd had initially thought it was black when he'd first spotted her in the bank but now he realised in the morning light it was dark brown with hints of red. He looked at her face, she had small delicate features. Thick dark lashes, full lips, a slightly turned up nose. She stretched, arching her back and mewled in her sleep almost like a cat. The sound made him groan with desire. She was like a tiny witch lying there in his bed and she had him well and truly bewitched. What was he going to do with her? He sighed to himself and went to make some coffee. She would need to eat something too when she woke up. The Bank Job 02 When I started writing this I really didn't think one of my biggest concerns was going to be which category I put it in. As you can see I'm moving it to 'Romance' I don't think its suited to 'NonConsent/Reluctance' after all. Also, I'm sure you'll be pleased to find there's actually some sex in this chapter! ***** As she opened her eyes Rebecca quickly remembered where she was this time and cringed as she recalled what had happened earlier. She was aware that she was no longer enclosed in Jason's arms and despite herself she wasn't entirely happy about it. She sighed and sat up, running her fingers through her hair. She could smell coffee and her stomach rumbled. She heard rich sweet laughter and looked over to the sofa where the sound had come from. "Coffee?" Asked Jason "Um yes please." "Milk?" "Thanks." "Sugar?" She shook her head. Jason smiled over to her and she tried to read the expression in his eyes but she found she couldn't. He stood up and she watched him wander over to the table. Oh God, she realised he wasn't wearing a shirt. Her insides lurched with unexpected attraction as she took in his broad toned back and muscled shoulders. She tried to look away but she was mesmerised. As he turned around she noticed distractedly that he had tattoos. She finally managed to get a grip and closed her eyes. What was wrong with her? He was an armed robber, he was keeping her here against her will. She shouldn't be feeling like this about him. "Sleep well?" he asked, she looked up him, he was grinning at her, with a mischievous glint his eye. She nodded and started to climb out of bed. "I can bring it to you." "No! I'd like to get up now." she replied quickly. She knew she sounded nervous. She sat down at one end of the sofa her legs tucked beneath her and looked up as he moved towards her, handing her a large cup. She realised that he'd bathed as she inhaled the fresh and soapy scent, she noticed his hair was tousled and wet. The coffee smelled amazing too. She took a sip, it tasted as good as she'd hoped. He sat at the other end of the sofa and carried on reading the newspaper. When he next looked up she was frowning slightly at the tell tale pink pages. He noticed that she had a very expressive face. "Are you reading The Financial Times?" She asked incredulously "Well, I can't spend the rest of my life robbing banks now can I?" "No I suppose not." She'd never thought about the long term outcomes for bank robbers before, they probably weren't good. He smiled wolfishly. There were those dimples again. She looked away quickly. She sighed, aware of the heat pooling in her loins she shifted slightly clenching her thighs closer together in an attempt to suppress the sensations. It didn't work. He was watching her again. She looked back at him but the atmosphere between them was electric, she couldn't bear to maintain eye contact with him for very long. "Eat" he said, handing her a plate "I bought some pastries you must be starving. I brought you food last night but were already asleep." She was, and despite her nerves she hungrily demolished a pain au chocolat. "There's some fruit too, I wasn't sure what you liked to eat for breakfast." "This is fine, I'm not really much of a breakfast person." "So what is it that you do at the bank?" "Sorry?" "What's your job?" "Oh! I don't actually work in the bank. I work in the cafe on frith street, I just deliver their sandwiches." He nodded, "How long have you been working there?" "Just a few months, it's a summer job, until I start University." "You're going to University?" "Yes, I'm going to study botany at Edinburgh." "Botany?" He laughed "Are there still such things as botanists?" She frowned at him, he noticed that her nose wrinkled prettily. "Well obviously, I'm going to be one. I've always been fascinated by plants." "Sorry I've just got this mental image of you stomping around in the Brazilian rainforest wearing beige waxed cotton and a wide brimmed hat collecting specimens." She laughed, "Ok, yeah I get that a lot, I suppose it is a pretty antiquated career choice." He grinned at her. "Why Edinburgh?" "The course appealed to me because the botanic gardens are attached to the university, and it's a beautiful city." "I've never been." "Your accent, is it Irish then?" "Yes." "Where?" "The south," his reply was stilted, a frown marred his brow. Dazzled she blinked. Gosh, he really was very good looking, even when he was scowling. No one should be allowed to be that good looking she decided. There should be some kind of law against it. "Are you ok?' He asked anxiously. "Yeah I'm fine, but this is weird." He nodded in agreement and then he was all brisk and business like again. "I have to go out later, I think while we wait for things to calm you ought to stay here in this room. It's better if you don't see anyone else. I got you some fresh clothes" She noticed there are a few carrier bags on the floor by his feet. "Oh, thanks." "Can you think of anything else you might need? You like to read" he stated, glancing at the book sitting on the arm of the sofa. "I could get you some books?" She nodded, "There's an author called Margaret Atwood I like her stuff, I've only just discovered her. I haven't read much by her yet, although I quite like the look of some of those books." She replied, gesturing at the bookcase. "I'll see what I can find. I'll be back in a couple of hours, okay?" "What happened to Derek?" She noticed his mood visibly darken and felt the beginnings of fear creeping up on her. She immediately regretted mentioning Derek. He stood up and strolled over to a window. "He's gone." he said curtly, with his back to her, "You won't see him again, I sent him away." He turned around and looked at her, his expression was pained "I'm sorry I shouldn't have let that happen yesterday. Were you very frightened?" "Yes, but it was kind of the culmination of events I suppose. Did you hit him?" "Yeah I punched him, I didn't break anything." She noticed he was scowling again. "Maybe I should have hit him harder," he mused. She swallowed nervously, she didn't want to be reminded that he was capable of violence. "How are your shoulders today?" She was startled by the sudden change of direction, and surprised that he'd even remembered "Oh, They almost don't hurt anymore" "You should have a bath, It'll help." After he left she looked in the bags. She found a toothbrush, light stretchy cotton tracksuit bottoms and clean underwear. She felt her mood lift. Oh and he'd bought a bottle of bubble bath she realised. She smiled at his thoughtfulness as she read the label 'Refresh your body and your senses with this clary sage & sea minerals based Bath Soak.' He said he'd be gone for a while, she would have a bath and then change into the new clothes. She had another look at the books on the shelf, she pulled few more down that interested her to look at later. She ate some of the fruit. She could hear people moving around and talking outside possibly even Ade. Thankfully no one that sounded like Derek. She spent ages soaking in the bath, under a mountain of bubbles. Her mind kept drifting back to her predicament, back to Jason. The sound of his voice when he said her name. She thought about how it felt when he was holding her when she woke up earlier. His fingers stroking her hair, the scent of him when he'd just showered. She felt a warmth building in between her thighs. She was definitely getting metaphorically hot under the collar and that was the effect that merely thinking about him was having on her. She had it bad, really bad. She was definitely very attracted to him, there was no point in pretending that she wasn't. She let out a frustrated sigh causing the bath suds to fly. She told herself that the way she felt was totally superficial. She'd only just met him they had nothing in common. This had to stop, she needed to just get through this and get out of there in one piece. The best thing to do was to carry on being friendly and civil but try to keep her distance from him. The little pep talk she'd had with herself galvanised her. With a new sense of determination she climbed out of the bath and perching on the edge, towelled her hair dry. She was about to get dressed when she remembered the new clothes Jason had brought but she hadn't brought them into the bathroom with her. Were they on the bed? Yes, she could see the bag. She tied her hair up, wrapped herself in the towel and made a beeline for the bed as fast as she could. She was eager to grab the bag of clothes and get back to the confines of the bathroom until she was fully dressed. At the same time Jason came through the door. They walked right into each other. She began to apologize but then she saw the way he was looking at her. Jason was already stretched to the limit, so when Rebecca bowled into him wearing nothing but a towel he lost control and grabbed her. He pulled her towards him, pressing his body against hers he gripped her jaw and lifting her face he kissed her hard on the mouth. He knew he really shouldn't be doing this but he couldn't help himself. He'd wanted her since the moment he'd first set eyes on her in the bank, and although he'd spent the last twenty four hours trying in vain to convince himself he shouldn't, his self control was in tatters. She was so delectable. He noticed her shocked expression and swore under his breath. He'd better slow down a bit. Cupping her face in both his hands he lifted her chin and trailed kisses along her neck. She felt soft and yielding. He inhaled, she smelled divine. He felt her breath against his cheek as she sighed and then she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, fisting her hands she grabbed clumps of it she arched towards him. He smiled pleased and relieved that she was responding. He moved back to her lips and he felt them part against his as she tentatively began to explore his mouth with her tongue. His jeans were starting to feel tight as he grew erect. He wanted to rip the towel off her, throw her onto his bed, he wanted to taste her, he wanted to do all sorts of things to her but he was worried he might frighten her if he didn't take it slowly and he didn't want to frighten her He wrapped both his hands around her waist and gently lifted her twisting them both around so he could sit back on the bed They landed with a thud as he pulled her onto his lap. He was gazing at her hungrily. She felt a moment of apprehension tangled up in her need for him. This was exactly what she had promised herself wasn't going to happen, looking down she let out a shuddering breath, concentrating on trying to calm her breathing and slow her heart rate. A wandering thought passed incoherently through her mind; Why did she have so little self control around him? He paused troubled, clearly picking up on the change in her mood. He cupped a hand underneath her jaw and tilted her face up so he could meet her eyes. They looked at each other, not speaking. Her eyes were captivating, light brown irises with darker rings, thick dark lashes. Looking into them was like watching the sky just before a thunderstorm. He could see the hunger for him there but it was warring with something else. "Is this what you want angel? The question was asked in earnest but his voice sounded rough with desire and it was accompanied by him dragging a seductive finger across her chest where the towel ended and her skin began. She felt the last of her resolve crumble. "Yes." she found herself replying breathlessly, "Are you sure?" "Yes." she said again more confidently this time, nodding. He grinned at her, pulling her closer, peppering her face with kisses. "That's a relief I don't know what I would have done if you'd have said no." He lowered her down on to the bed and peeled back the towel. Unwrapping her like a birthday present. He felt his breath catch as he saw her naked for the first time. Suddenly aware of his own state of dress, he stood up and pulled off his t-shirt. He noticed her eying him appreciatively "You like what you see?" He asked, grinning down at her. "You're so arrogant" she replied, not quite sure where she'd found the courage to make such a bold statement and squirming under his stare. But he was right of course, she definitely liked what she was seeing. He was gathering her up in his arms again and he was kissing her face, kissing her neck, kissing her chest, pulling her into a crushing embrace. Clinging to his shoulders she thought she might die of anticipation. She was desperately craving his touch in more intimate places. Her breathing was shallow and laboured. He circled his thumb around the areola of her nipple and watched as it puckered and hardened. Unable to resist he leant forward and drew it into his mouth. He started gently nibbling and tugging on it with his teeth. She released a gasp and then she felt his hand cup her mound. She clung tighter as she felt his fingers start to stroke her. She wriggled with need and heard his throaty chuckle "You like that do you?" At the sound of his voice she felt a thrill of anticipation shot through her. He stood up again and watched her through molten eyes as he unbuckled his belt. "Release your hair from that clasp I want to see it down." "You like telling people what to do don't you?" She asked giving him a mischievous side long glance. "I like to be obeyed." He replied, grinning crookedly. She could tell he was only half joking. He stepped out of his trousers and climbed on to the bed crawling towards her. "Your hair, I want to see it down." She scooted away from him until her back hit the headboard but obediently she undid her hair. He paused, he hadn't realised he could think her anymore beautiful until he watched it tumble down, unruly curls, still damp from her bath framed her face perfectly. He grabbed her ankles. Pulling her towards him and prizing her legs apart he buried his face between her thighs and inhaled. "You smell incredible angel." He was looking up at her with hooded lust filled eyes. She squealed in horror, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She tried to pull away from him but he just held on to her ankles tighter chuckling at her discomfort. Thank goodness she'd just had a bath. That was the last coherent thought she had in a while. He began to brush his lips torturously slowly along her inner thigh. He slowly worked his way up until he reached her ankle and then her toes. She squirmed, the sensations he was causing were almost unbearably ticklish but so delicious. He drifted back down the other leg until finally he was pushing her thighs apart again. He dragged his tongue sensuously up the length of her sex so gently he was only just touching her. Her hands found his hair again, gripping him tightly urging him on. He heard her moan as she bucked underneath him and he was inexplicably pleased with himself knowing that he was causing that reaction. Heat unfurled in Rebecca's stomach as he teased and nibbled. His tongue flicked back and forth gently coaxing her to orgasm. She could feel it starting to build as a delicious warmth in her belly. He lingered at her clitoris sucking it into his mouth and gently biting down. Her stomach muscles began to clench and her hands left his hair and began clawing at the sheets at her sides. A kaleidoscope of pleasurable sensations crashed through her as she felt herself begin to descend into a earth shattering climax. She was still quaking with the after effects of her orgasm when he crawled up on top of her and settled over her, eager to satisfy his own need. Bracing himself with his arms on either side of her head he leant down and placed a lingering kiss on her mouth, she slowly opened her eyes, gazed up at him and smiled lazily He grinned back at her darkly, "I'm going to fuck you now, angel" he spoke softly his voice gravelly with desire "I'm going to fuck you until you come screaming my name." She could only whimper in response as she felt another wave of desire surge through her. She decided to risk a look down, realising that she had been so busy enjoying his ministrations that she hadn't seen the size of him when he was fully erect. Her eyes widened in anticipation. He was big. She bit her lip nervously. As if he could read what she was thinking he grabbed her hips and rolled onto his back. Taking her with him until he was underneath and she was straddling him. "Sit up," he ordered "I want you to lower yourself on to me." Large hands gripped her hips as he lifted her so he could position himself at her entrance. She gazed down at him. she felt his hand travel up to her breasts as she slid down slowly. his other hand drifted along her thigh and found her pussy again, he began stroking her gently and she carried on pushing down until she was filled with him. "Holy Christ, you feel fucking amazing" he hissed. She looked down to find him gazing dazedly up at her. She tentatively rolled her hips forward and was immediately rewarded with a groan. She felt oddly powerful up there sitting astride this man who only yesterday had her literally quaking with fear. She began to move her hips against his, leaning forward slightly so she could grind her clitoris against his pelvis. He raised his hips to meet hers thrusting into her until they managed to find the perfect rhythm. It wasn't too long until she could feel herself starting to tumble towards another orgasm. He grabbed her thighs roughly rubbing his thumb hard over her clit again "oh Jason that feels so..." She didn't manage to finish the sentence. Her thoughts were becoming more and more muddled the closer she got to climaxing. He looked up at her as she bit into her bottom lip and closed her eyes. Throwing her head back she arched her back and came again. Breasts thrust towards him, hair cascading around her shoulders in chaotic ringlets. She was so sexy and there was something incredibly arousing about hearing his name on her lips as she climaxed. She fell forward and collapsed onto his chest. She felt sated, exhausted. She was still trying to catch her breath as he wrapped his arms around her, rolled them both over and pulled her back underneath him. She'd hardly begun to acclimatise to the new position when he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. She gasped as he thrust into her completely in one swift singular movement. He began to fuck her with long slow invading strokes. She let out a sharp moan, and ground her hips into his. All the time he was thrusting relentlessly into her, increasing the speed, fucking her harder. She'd never felt so turned on. He was like a wild animal. Bringing her knees up she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer to her until she started to find the sensation was overwhelming her again. She closed her eyes and tried to pull her wrists out of his grip. She wanted to grab hold of something, his hair, or the headboard maybe, or anything really, anything to anchor herself on as she felt herself begin to tumble towards yet another orgasm. But he only held them tighter. She'd never felt so out of control before, and she lay pinned beneath him, unable to move her hands. And then suddenly he was talking to her "Look at me Rebecca, open your eyes" She blinked coming back to herself from the tumult of sensations she was feeling and looked at him, he was staring at her with an intensity that was almost frightening. It took her breath away. She gazed up at him. "I want you to look at me when you come for me again" His voice sounded rough and gravelly, laced with desire. It felt like such an intimate thing to do but she found she couldn't look away. The Bank Job 02 He didn't slow down but while still pinning her wrists together over her head with one of his hands he slid the other one down between their bodies. Gripping her by the hip he simply pressed his thumb firmly into her clitoris yet again pushing her over the edge into another bewilderingly intense orgasm. She somehow managed to maintain eye contact with him the whole time. Holding his gaze until she felt him tense above her and thrust into her one final time and with a roar he too found his release. They lay in each others arms, her head on his chest as he trailed his fingers across her back in gentle sweeping circles. She fleetingly wondered what on earth had just happened. Then he spoke, pulling her away from her thoughts, "How are feeling angel?" She peeked up at him not sure how to answer, he was grinning, his eyes were bright, his hair was in disarray "Um, kind of amazing," she mumbled while considering just how much 'just fucked hair' suited him She felt rather than heard him chuckle into the top of her head. "That'll be the endorphins" He stroked a finger along her jaw and lifted her chin up to him to he could place a gentle kiss on her mouth. "How do you feel?" she asked "Fucking Fantastic" he remarked with gusto "but I'm hungry, are you hungry?" "Yes" she replied "I think I am" "Good. Do you like pizza? She nodded dreamily. They ate pizza, and drank wine, and made love again, slowly and lazily, and they talked. He wanted to know all about her, but she noticed he was very good at deflecting any questions she had about him. "Where do you live" "With my parents in Oakwood, in Barnet. It's very suburban, very normal" she shrugged. "Do you get on with them?" "Yeah, especially my mum she's a home economics teacher, but she loves gardening too. I think its from her I get my passion for plants. My dads a solicitor, he works for a local firm. I get on with him but I don't see him much. He works a lot. I'm an only child. I think they wanted to have more children but it didn't work out" "Were you lonely growing up?" "No, my Aunty Jane lives just round the corner, she's my mum's sister, she has four kids, we've always spent a lot of time together." He smiled fondly at her "How old are you?" "I'm nineteen, how old are you?" He leant forward and kissed her hungrily, catching her bottom lip in his mouth, neither of them were wearing any clothes, so the situation got very heated pretty quickly. "Have you got a boyfriend?" he asked his voice sounded husky and rough, he was trailing kisses along her collarbone "No! why would you think that?" He grinned up at her "I just wondered" "Have you got a girlfriend?" The possibility hadn't occurred to her. She realised she hated the idea. He shook his head. she breathed a sigh of relief, she was never sure which questions he was going to answer until she'd asked. She was glad that was one of them. "Have you had a boyfriend?" "Yes," she replied incredulously. "Of course I have." "You just seem quite... inexperienced." "I suppose I am, we only had sex a few times." He was trailing his lips down her sternum, in between her breasts. She was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on his questions "Why did you split up?" "I don't know really, I just wasn't that into him." "Did you lose your virginity to him?" "No." She could feel her cheeks starting to colour, she sat up and reached over to grab her wine glass, so she could turn away from him. She was hoping he hadn't noticed she was upset, but of course he'd noticed. She felt his fingers trail down her spine and settle on her lower back. She took a fortifying gulp of wine but as soon as she'd put her glass down he caught her in his arms and pulled her towards him. He held her, his chest was pressed against his. His face buried in her hair. It was a comforting, familiar feeling. "I'm sorry, you don't have to talk about it angel." But the words just seemed to tumble out of her mouth. "Its not a big deal, I was at a party. I didn't know him very well, I was very drunk." She paused "I probably wouldn't have done it if I hadn't of been. He was a lot older than me" She felt Jason still, she pulled away and looked up at him. He was staring at her. His eyes were hard and cold. She'd never seen him look like that before. Even earlier, when he was talking about Derek he hadn't looked like that. What must he think of her? She cringed. She wasn't sure why she'd even told him about it. She'd never talked about it to anyone else. It must be the wine she decided and the extraordinary circumstances. He closed his eyes. She watched and waited. She was burning with shame. She felt horribly naked and exposed. She really wanted to be somewhere else right then. Anywhere else. She felt more trapped than she had at any point over the preceding thirty six hours. Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and he held her tightly. He exhaled. "I'm sorry." She was confused. "Why are you sorry?" "Because your first time should have been special." "I thought you were angry." "I was, I am. But not with you angel. I just find it hard to control sometimes." He closed his eyes again. "I want to kill him." She laughed nervously and he grinned at her ruefully. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Their eyes locked, he lent down kissed her lips and then he getting up and pulling on his trousers. "Hang on!" he called. He disappeared through the door and pulled it closed behind him, she stared after him. After a few minutes she realised he wasn't coming back straight away. She flopped back on the bed and tried to make sense of what had happened. But she was sleepy and a bit drunk so instead she started to drift off to sleep. Jason had returned, he crawled into bed with her and gathered her up in his arms. She wasn't sure if she'd actually slept or how long he'd been gone for but it felt later. She was lying with her head on Jason's chest, trailing her fingers along his chest. She was exhausted, pleasantly so, and a bit sore. "Jason?" "Hmmm?" he sounded suspicious of the question that was clear in her voice. "How many banks have you robbed?" "If I told you that I'd have to kill you." She tensed, trying to wrap her sleep riddled mind around the statement. Was he joking? She looked up at him. He was smiling down at her sadly. "I would never hurt you angel, I promise." He kissed the tip of her nose gently. "But the less you know about me the better." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him, she buried her face in his shoulder, a bit frightened by the strong emotions she feeling. ** I could really do with an editor if anyone fancies helping out ** The Bank Job 03 So sorry it's taken me so long to update. With special thanks to my editor Misternik ***** When Rebecca awoke again it was early, but not before dawn. Sunlight was streaming through the windows. The room must be east facing, she mused. Jason had rolled away from her during the night, but he was still fast asleep. He was lying on his front with one arm raised over his head, causing the muscles in his shoulders and back to be more defined. She admired the gentle sweeping curve that ran from his shoulder and dipped into the small of his back before raising again to form the curve of his buttocks. Tracing the band of Celtic knot work that was tattooed along his arm with her finger, she marveled at how soft and smooth his skin was, in stark contrast to the hardness of the muscle beneath. At her touch he sighed and rolled onto his back, exposing his chest. She pulled back, but he was still asleep, even snoring lightly. Such a contrast from yesterday morning when she hadn't even managed to creep out of bed to go to the toilet without waking him. She took the opportunity to have a good look at him. Damn he was fine. There was a light stubble on his face now where there hadn't been yesterday. It made him look a little older and more manly, accentuating the line of his already strong jaw. She gazed at his lips, tempted to lean over and kiss them but she realised she was relishing finding him asleep too much to want to risk waking him. There was a light smattering of curly dark blond hairs on his forearms and chest, where there were more tattoos. An intricate crucifix covered his right pectoral and something was written in a beautiful script in a sweeping curve under his collarbone, but she couldn't make out what it said. It must be Gaelic, she decided. He was big; not in a bulging bodybuilder kind of way, but he had muscles. Most of the other guys she'd known were smaller. Her eyes drifted down to his stomach and then the tantalising line of hair that travelled from his navel until it disappeared beneath the quilt. Pulling the cover away to expose his crotch, she bit her lip nervously and looked back up to his face. He was still asleep. The inkling of an idea began to form. She peeled the cover further back, reached down and took his hold of his penis. Despite appearing to be fast asleep he was responsive. She began to move her hand, gripping him and stroking firmly. He quickly grew erect until he stood proud and hard. He's bigger here too, she thought, smiling to herself and leaning forward. she darted out the tip of her tongue and tentatively licked, running her tongue gently up the length of him. He jerked in response. She did it again, more confidently this time. Glancing up at Jason's face to make sure he was still asleep, she climbed over a thigh and settled herself in between his legs, drawing the tip of his cock into her mouth. Circling her tongue around the head, she sucked him further into her mouth, enclosing as much of him as she could. He groaned and thrust his hips towards her suddenly, catching her off guard and filling her mouth, causing her to gag a little. She pulled away slightly and began to suck. Softly at first and then more firmly moving up and down the length of him, letting her teeth lightly brush the tip. She could tell the moment he awoke because his breath hitched and he groaned. Jason woke suddenly to the most amazing sensation. At first he thought he was dreaming, but when he propped himself onto his elbows and looked down he was met with what was possibly the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. Rebecca looked back up at him, her mouth filled with his cock and a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was incredible, and he wasn't sure if he could hold back much longer. He really didn't want to come right away. "Rebecca." he said urgently "Hmm?" She looked up at him coyly. The effect nearly caused him to spend in her mouth right away. "Oh God, baby you need to stop, I'm going to..." She began to move faster, sucking harder, drawing him deeper into her mouth. The minx. "Rebecca!" He needed to do something before it was too late. Reaching down and grabbing both her arms, he lifted her on to him and then rolled, pinning her underneath himself. The whole thing seemed to happen in one swift movement, and before Rebecca knew it she was trapped beneath him, unable to move. She wriggled and tried to push her hips into his but he was pressing her so hard into the mattress that she could not move at all. He was holding both her wrists by her side. his hips pinning hers, his chest pressed so tightly against her she could feel his heart beating. She scowled petulantly. He answering laugh was husky. He kissed her furrowed brow. His breathing was laboured when he spoke. "That was a delightful way to wake up Rebecca, but I don't want to come just yet." Jason looked down at her and considered his predicament. He'd come so close to coming, to losing control. He didn't seem to have any self control at all where she was concerned. He found himself constantly taken aback by the strength of his feelings towards her. He wanted her. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk. He wanted to do it now. Shit, he felt like he wanted to do it every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to make her beg for it. But he also wanted to look after her, he wanted to protect her. He wanted her to belong to him and no one else. The way she looked at him. The noises she made when she came. Suddenly, unexpectedly he was filled with an angry, unreasonable possessiveness. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone else seeing her look at them like that, hearing those noises. He scowled. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to let her go. She watched him as he seemed to be having some sort of internal struggle. She noticed his breathing was starting to return to normal, and finally after what felt like half a lifetime he released her wrists and grabbed her face in both hands. He kissed her with a determined possessiveness, pushing her lips open, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He thrust into her in a forceful fluid motion burying himself deep in her. When he realised how wet she was a low growl erupted from somewhere deep in his chest. The sound he made was so erotic it took her breath away. She felt wonderfully full as she yielded to his intrusion, She returned his thrusts with her own, grinding her hips against his and tilting them forwards, trying to increase the pleasurable sensations were already coursing through her. Already she could feel that familiar delicious tension building in her loins. Heat blossomed in the pit of her stomach, until it was an all consuming, overwhelming sensation building inside her. Each time he thrust into her the feeling intensified, his pelvis pressing against her clitoris. She felt herself starting to unravel. Clinging to his shoulders and digging her fingernails into his skin, she leaned into him and dragged her teeth across his shoulder, eliciting a groan in response. The sound pushed her over the edge, she sunk her teeth into his skin, absentmindedly bearing down on his shoulder as she exploded into an intense climax. He sat astride her as she recovered, looking down admiringly. He stroked his hands along her side and cupped her breasts thoughtfully before moving them back down again and wrapping them both around her waist as he gripped her, pressing himself into her depths. Suddenly he pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach. "Get on your knees, I want to take you from behind." She dazedly scrabbled up on to her knees and gripped the headboard in front of her. He was kneeling behind her, pressed up against her, the hairs on his chest tickling her shoulders, his erection pressed into the small of her back. "So beautiful" He groaned dragging his nails gently up the front of her thighs and causing her to shiver with anticipation. He grasped her hips in both his hands and groaned as he slowly slid into her. He began to fuck her with long, slow, penetrating strokes. She moaned at this new invasion, it felt like he was deeper than he ever had been before. He slipped a hand around to her front and began to stroke her clitoris, she still felt very sensitive there after her recent orgasm. She gasped and bucked beneath him. She felt his fingers slide under her hair and along her scalp. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back and pushing her breasts forward. She was clinging to the headboard with both hands, moaning incoherently. He was still thrusting into her still as he began to trail kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, nibbling her earlobe, while all the time maintaining the friction against her clitoris, she was spiraling towards another climax, she could feel the tension in her building like a tightly coiled spring ready to give at anytime. She could tell by Jason's breathing that he was nearing completion too. She couldn't help let out a moan as she felt that now familiar feeling unfurl in her stomach, and then she was crashing helplessly into another mind-numbingly fantastic orgasm. Jason wasn't far behind her. He clung to her as he climaxed, burying himself even deeper in her, crying her name as he filled her with his seed. They both collapsed onto the mattress, she was flat on her stomach, he was lying on top of her, wrapping her in his arms, holding on to her as if his life depended on it. She felt trapped underneath his weight, his face was buried in her hair. His hot shallow breaths were tickling the back of her neck. She couldn't really move but she realised she wouldn't want to be anywhere else anyway. After a few moments Jason seemed to remember himself. "Are you okay? I must be heavy." Before she had a chance to reply he'd rolled off her. She whimpered at the sudden absence, causing him to chuckle as he pulled her on to her side and back into his embrace. They lay there for a while not moving, not speaking until he said "I'm going to make us some coffee." With energy levels that she didn't feel capable of she watched him spring out of bed and begin pulling on his jeans. She cast another appreciative gaze over his torso, she noticed a mark on his shoulder. On closer inspection she realised there were faint teeth marks where she'd bitten him in the throes of passion. "Oh, your shoulder!" "What?" "I bit you. I'm sorry, I-I don't know what came over me." "I don't mind." "It didn't hurt?" "A little, but I liked it." She sat up; sliding her fingers into the waist of his jeans, she pulled him towards her and kissed the shoulder where she'd marked him. He caught her eye, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She watched him leave. He seemed so familiar to her now after the intensity of the last few days, and yet he was still such a stranger at the same time. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. When she heard the tell-tale click of the door locking behind him, she let out a shuddering breath. What had she done? Exactly what she'd promised herself she wouldn't do. Somehow she couldn't bring herself to regret what had happened, but she was troubled by what it could mean. Before too long Jason was back with coffee. He handed her a cup and climbed onto the bed sitting behind her. his legs on either side of her, pulling her back into his arms. Sweeping her hair up on top of her head and with his hands he ran his lips over her now exposed shoulders and trailed gentle kisses along the back of her neck. She felt herself melting, how did he do this to her? She was a quivering mess in his arms, barely able to speak. "I'm going to take you home today." Startled, she pulled away and turned to look at him, her eyes wide with shock. "Later, when it gets dark." He added thoughtfully. He met her stare. "Well don't look so surprised, I can't keep you here forever." He met her stare. Although its very tempting." He added, taking a sip of his coffee. She felt a perplexing, conflicting mixture of emotions. Of course she wanted to go home, the mere thought of her parents and how worried they must be filled her with an anguished dread. But now? Today? She wasn't ready for this to come to an end, to never see him again. But perhaps it was better sooner rather than later. Before she really fell for him. Jason interrupted the torrent of emotions and thoughts "I'd like to have a bath with you after we've finished drinking our coffee." He seemed so matter of fact, contrasting strongly with her internal conflict. He was grinning at her, she smiled back at him shyly and nodded. "Okay." Again she was caught off guard by her reaction, she suddenly felt a bit awkward, having a bath with someone - with Jason - seemed like a very intimate thing to do. Fortunately he seemed to be confident enough for both of them. He sauntered over to the bath and turned the taps on. "In you get, I'm going to wash your hair before I get in there with you." She climbed in and sighed contentedly and closed her eyes as she slid beneath a mountain of bubbles and immersed herself in the deliciously warm water. When she looked up, he was already perched on the edge of the bath, squeezing shampoo into his palm, creating a lather with his hands. "Wet your hair." She dutifully lowered herself into the water, tipping her head back so she could immerse her hair. He began to massage her scalp. She found it to be intensely arousing, never having realised her head could be so sensitive. Then again, no one had actually washed her hair for her since she was a child. She leaned back into his hands, lifting her chin and groaning contentedly. "This feels incredible." "Good." She could hear the smile in his voice. He stood up, "You should rinse your hair. I'm getting in too now, and then there won't be room." After she'd finished submerging her hair she sat up, he'd taken his trousers off, she noticed he was already becoming erect again. He climbed in behind her and pulled her into his arms. They just lay there for a while, enjoying each other. Eventually, he pushed her forward and washed her back. When he started on her front, he instructed her to put her arms around his neck, and she started to turn around. "No, lean back. Lift your arms up and wrap them around my neck without turning around" "You're so bossy." She said as she leaned back into his broad chest and rested her head on his shoulder. "But that's why you like me, angel." He began to gently caress her. She sighed as he ran soapy hands over her breasts and down her stomach. When they travelled up her sides towards her armpits she squealed and began to pull her arms back to her sides, but he was faster than her. He grabbed her by the elbows and held them in place. "Ticklish!" She cried breathlessly. "Are you?" He asked with mock sympathy as he trailed gentle, tantalising kisses along her neck. "I told you to keep still remember?" And then more sternly "Don't move your arms." His fingers drifted lingeringly down her arms and carried on along her sides. Running his hands over her breasts he circled her nipples with his thumbs. A jolt of arousal shot through her, it was like they were hard wired to her groin. He drew a hand across her ribs and back down towards her sex. Looking down, she watched her chest rising and falling as her breathing rate increased. He began to gently stroke her clitoris while lazily caressing her breasts with his other hand. Mindful of his earlier instruction she knotted her fingers together in a bid to stop herself from moving her hands. Arching against him, she moaned wantonly, feeling his erection against her back. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her further into his embrace as he increased his pace, drawing an earlobe into his mouth and nibbling it gently. Why was everything he touched so sensitive? She wondered. She was starting to feel that familiar feeling in her loins build, it was almost unbearably pleasurable. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her, how to make her come apart in his arms. She was starting to unravel. She thrust her hips towards his hands, towards the sensations he was causing. She pulled her arms down so she could grip the edge of the bath, arching her back. Falling into... And then he stopped. "Jason!" she gasped, she was keening with frustration. "I said, you were not to move your arms, angel" His voice was like a seductive caress, husky with arousal. At his words her stomach did an involuntary backflip. Her head was spinning, she was panting with need. Her body was burning with the passion he'd ignited. Why had he stopped? Why was he tormenting her? He was infuriating. Suddenly he got up and climbed out of the bath. She felt very turned on and disoriented, and a bit cross. He was standing over her, looking all the more god like because he was wet. She saw what could only be described as a predatory look in his eyes. He held out his hands; she reached up and took them. He pulled her into a standing position and she stepped out of the bath, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet. He laughed at the effect he was having on her and scooping her into his arms he lifted her and carried her into the bedroom and dropping her unceremoniously onto the bed. Within seconds he was on top her, arms braced on either side of her head, surrounding her like a cage, dripping wet. He shook his hair, showering her with cold droplets of water. She giggled. She looked up, into his startlingly blue eyes. He was so beautiful. He kissed her face, working his way down her neck and her chest but this wasn't what she wanted, she was so frustratingly close to coming, she wanted him inside her. "Jason!" "Hmmm?" He looked up at her as he caught a nipple in his mouth and lathed it with his tongue, sending shockwaves down her spine. She writhed in desperation, she needed to him inside her. "Jason, please!" she said urgently. "Is there something you want? She frowned, "I need you." Her voice sounded breathy and strained. "Do you now, angel?" She could feel his erection pressing against her entrance but he wasn't moving. "Jason, you're driving me crazy." "Good, Tell me what you want." He growled. "I want you." He moved up again, bracing his arms on either side of her body, staring down at her intently "You need to be more specific. I want to hear you say it." She cringed, uneasy at having to put it into words but desperate for him. She buried her face in his shoulder. "I want you inside me." She managed to whisper. He grinned. "I suppose that will have to do." He whispered against the shell of her ear. Tantalisingly slowly, he pushed into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, losing herself in the exquisite friction he was creating. Finally he was buried to the hilt. He rolled over, pulling her with him so she was on top. She sat astride him, bracing herself on his chest as he gripped her hips with his hands. Although the ensuing sex was desperately fervent, it some how managed to be beguilingly tender at the same time. There was an urgency that hadn't been there before. She seemed to be more erotically charged than usual. Perhaps it was the build up. Or perhaps it was because this was likely to be the last time they would have sex but when both of them came, gloriously, in unison, it seemed incredibly intense. They lay in each other arms, looking into each other eyes, the silence only broken by their ragged breathing. Eventually they drifted back off to sleep, tangled up in each other on damp sheets. - It was much later, and daylight was just starting to fade. They were sitting on the bed. She was wearing new clothes. She wasn't sure where they'd come from or where her old ones had gone but it didn't seem important. The Bank Job 03 "I'm going to blindfold you now, until we get to a main road. That should take ten or fifteen minutes." His tone of voice was brisk, almost cold. She frowned "I'm not going to tell them anything!" He softened "I know angel, but I don't want to even put you in a position where you need to lie for me any more than you have to. Its better that you just don't know." He led her out of the room and down the stairs. She didn't feel like anyone was watching them leave and she couldn't hear anyone. There was a small gap in the blindfold this time and she could see grey carpet and white skirting boards if she looked down. As they left the house she could feel the crunch of the gravel beneath her feet and then he was gently steering her into a car and doing up her seat belt. "I'm going to put the seat back as far as it will go, it will make you less visible. You can put it back up again when I tell you to take the blindfold off." He leant over her, clipping her into her seatbelt, she breathed in enjoying his scent. "There." He said, "All strapped in." Unexpectedly, he kissed her on the mouth. She felt herself lean in towards the kiss, searching for his lips, wanting more but then he was gone. She heard him walking round the car, opening the drivers side door and climbing in. The engine started and she heard the crunch of gravel as they pulled away. When he told he told her she could take the blindfold off she blinked a few times and looked around. They were driving into town on the A12. Surprisingly, she hadn't felt nauseous so far. He looked over and smiled at her "How you doing, angel?" "I'm Okay," she replied. "do you mind if I open my window?" "Of course not." She gazed out, watching as the lights of London flew by and enjoying the breeze on her face. Soon, the surrounding streets began to look familiar. As they pulled into her road the first thing he noticed was how suburban it looked. He was hit again by how different their lives were, how little he really knew of her. "It's over there," she said. "near the corner, with the red door." He carried on past her house, parking around the corner. He jumped out and quickly walked around to open her door. Being outside with him felt strange after always being so confined. As she stepped out of the car he pulled her into a smouldering kiss and then for a long time they leaned against the car and he held her, trying to commit her feel and smell to memory. "I wish things could have been different between us." his voice was quiet and strained. He pulled away and lifting her face towards his with both his hands and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. He gazed solemnly into her eyes. "Go now angel, before I change my mind." Then he was gone. She watched as he climbed back into his car, pulling the door closed behind him and putting on his seatbelt. Following his lead, slowly, apprehensively she began to walk home. Back towards her life, to her family. When she reached the corner she heard the engine start, saw him drive past. She stopped and watched as the car pulled away, but he didn't look back. She stood rooted to the spot as he drove up the road, finally disappearing from view. Her eyes filled with tears, blurring her vision. Her heart was beating so hard it was physically painful. There was a coil of tension wound so tight in her stomach that for a minute she couldn't breath. Clutching her stomach, she finally managed to stumble forward, taking great shuddering gulps of air. She was never going to see him again.