Primal Instinct 4: Endgame
I hit the buzzer on the brick wall and wiped my palms on the seat of my pants. It had been a while since I'd been near this kind of rich, and it wasn't the sort of thing I was comfortable around. The speaker crackled, and I heard Janelle's voice. "Come in, Piotr."
I paused for a moment, and my quick search found a small camera pointed down at me from the brick pedestal. I nodded towards it, and pushed on the iron gate as I heard the electric hum and click that released the catch. The walk to the front door was about five minutes, through peace and garden all the way.
I watched the wind stir the trees about me as I made my way to the huge oak doors. I paused for a second on the step, then knocked on the wood. I heard footsteps, and Janelle's scent hit me a second before the door opened. She was dressed casually, in skin tight jeans and no shoes, with naught but a lavender coloured bikini top.
She smiled at me as I nervously held out my hand, and I felt the beast in me stir as I saw the bruise around her eye. With no make up on, it was clear she had had a refreshment added. I snarled, and her smile faltered. "Come in, Mr. Voinovich. Please."
I hesitated for a minute, then followed her in. She stepped in front of me as she held out her hands, indicating the house around us. "My husband and I built his company from scratch to a multimillion dollar empire. I pushed him to make the money, and the decisions. We built it hands together, with a rock solid marriage. Now?"
Her lips pursed as she strode into her office, and I wrenched my eyes from the dancing image of her denim clad ass to stare at her. She crossed her arms in front of her and smiled.
"Not exactly a business arrangement I like. My husband knows he owes much of his wealth and empire to me, Mr. Voinovich. And now, the only time he spends with me is to come home and rape me, or to trot me out at social events and functions. I've lost my husband to the work monster I created. I suppose it's my own fault."
I grunted, not trusting myself to speak. She reached up to try to cover the bruise, self-conscious under my admiring gaze, and my anger bade me speak. "And when he hits you, Mrs. Kaspowski-Christoph? Is that for a formal occasion?"
Janelle sat on the corner of her desk and looked at me. She didn't move, but the beast in me was awed at the sadness and intrinsic beauty of the woman confronting me. She took a breath, and I felt the beast cringe in shame.
"Piotr...I take pride in being a healthy young woman. I try to be a good lover...but I will not be used and thrown away like a whore. I tried to fight him off. Know you many men that will simply take a woman beyond her will, thinking that their prowess would satisfy even the most frigid of women?"
I shrugged, then my cheeks burned. "I am such a man. I am now, at any rate." Janelle nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off me, then motioned to the balcony. I followed her out, and sat down with her at the table.
"My sister said you just got out of prison." I nodded.
"Da. I killed, and I served my time. It's a part of my life I believed over with my release. But prison makes a mark on you. It changes you. To survive, I became something else, something animal. It kept me alive, but now that I'm out...I don't know how to be Piotr anymore. Now I'm something else."
I don't know why I told her that. She just nodded, as though it were no great surprise to her. She leant back and closed her eyes, basking in the mid morning sun. "You still wish me to be around you?"
Her eyes opened for a moment, then closed again as she nestled deeper into the deck chair. "I told my husband that he will not touch me again. I will be his trophy, and be the jewel he wears on his arm. But I will not love him. He barely even cared. When I met him, he was barely above a common con man, dealing with many unsavoury people."
I snorted. "Like me."
Her perfect lips curved into a scintillating smile, and I felt my cock stiffen slightly as she lolled her tongue out and pursed her lips again.
"Yes, Piotr, like you. My husband stands to gain quite a bit from my death, and I'm sure that were it not for my aptitude for allowing rape, he would have arranged it quite some time ago. My husband has become a corrupt man, Piotr. Unlike you, he is drunk with the power I gave him, and isn't ashamed of it. He does not believe a man can rape his wife. I've not felt a passionate touch in over ten years. To be treated as a woman, not just a vessel. His thugs will come for me, one day soon I should think. Soon, now that he'll never touch me again. When they come, I want to meet them with someone better, and far more vicious. Like you, Piotr."
I pondered all she'd said for a moment, and nodded, slowly. "Very well, Mrs. Kaspowski-Christoph. I will take up your job. I only ask two things." She tilted her head to the side, and peered at me through the glare of the sun. I wiped my hands on my knees and gave her my best smile.
"I am a knife and dagger man. I would ask your permission to carry those instead of guns. I hate guns. Secondly, no hitting. I tolerate no such things. If I am to be in the room with you and he threatens to hit you, or tries, I will make things unpleasant for him. Thirdly, a house this large must surely have guest rooms. Perhaps it would be inappropriate, but if I could have even a couch to sleep on, somewhere close, it would be safest. Your husband sounds impetuous, and I would not wish ill upon you if I were too far away to be of use."
Janelle nodded to me and shrugged. "Take your pick, Piotr. There are at least six rooms in the house with no one in them. As for the being armed, I can register you immediately with little trouble, and as long as you don't hide a ground to air missile anywhere..."
She paused and a touch of a smile came and went. "Then it shouldn't be a problem. And I meant it when I said I didn't want him touching me anymore. And somehow, that actually includes him hitting me. And call me Janelle. Lastly..."
Her voice faltered for a second, and she sat up on the deck chair and crossed her arms in front of her. Her face looked uncertain, and her lavender eyes locked onto mine. She smiled shyly at me, and I stifled a groan.
"I'm not a child, Piotr. I know that you are a man just out of prison, and presumably trying to make up for lost time in so far as ladies are concerned. But I don't want a nameless cavalcade of women through my house. I have enough of that with my husband. I'm not heartless. I'm just saying, if you need to go out and release some tension, simply tell me. I'll come out too, and have some fun. We can both release some tension on some nameless person, and still be together. Looking after me is a full time job, Piotr. Are you sure you want it?"
I nodded and smiled, and her answering smile was enchanting. And so it continued. Four weeks later, and Janelle and I had become fast friends. She had a way about her, an easy, carefree quality, as if nothing in life could even come close to touching her. The beast in me was quiet, stunned and totally enraptured with this young, vibrant woman.
I began to look forward to our days together, waking up at six every day, to check on her while she slumbered. I would cook us breakfast and we would sit on the balcony quietly, conversation unnecessary. For four weeks, I never met, nor heard tell of her husband.
I was starting to fall in love with her, and I knew it. I also knew how dangerous that could be, so I took to spending less and less time with her. I still sat as her bodyguard during her meetings, and when she was at home, but I tried to stop spending so much carefree time with her.
I noticed her looking at me confusedly on occasion, but I couldn't tell her. I stood stoically by her side, and watched her as I fell deeper and harder for her each day. Then her husband showed up.
I was doing my daily workout of Bajani katas and excercizes before going to check on Janelle, when the front door knocked hollowly. I frowned and looked down at my watch. Barely ten minutes to six, and someone at the front door. I opened it without checking the spy hole first, and was rewarded with a taser shot into the chin for my carelessness.
I roared in pain and fell to my knees on the floor, in time to catch a boot to the chest as I fell back. I heard Janelle's voice call out, and a man wearing a well tailored suit stepped into the door, followed by three large, similarly dressed thugs.
The man in the suit spread his hands out wide. "Honey, I'm home!" I spat out a mouthful of blood, and tried to struggle to my knees, but one of the thugs came and planted a boot on my chest. I felt the blade of a knife slide in to rest against my jugular, and I stopped. I heard Janelle scream as another thug grabbed her, and her husband laughed.
"Well, my dear. It seems you've outlived your usefulness here. I'd like to introduce you to Calvin, Simon, and Theodore, three friends of mine that dabble a bit in murder, rape, and other fun schemes from time to time. Just in time for me to get to my six thirty meeting, of course. And establish an alibi. Now, if you'll excuse me... time to go."
I heard the sound of a hand striking flesh, and Janelle collapsed beside me. I looked into her tear filled eyes, and at the rapidly spreading red mark on her cheek.
I heard the door slam shut, and Renard's carefree whistle as he headed down the garden path. I locked eyes with Janelle. "Close your eyes." She stared at me and shook her head. One of the thugs grinned, and hoisted me to my feet, pressing the taser into my shoulder and giving me another shock for good measure.
The beast curled in me, ready to strike out at our attackers. The thug grabbed hold of my neck, and slid the knife up to my Adams apple. "See, here," he said, his breath stinking of cheap wine and dope.
"What we're gonna do here is have a lot of fun here with your bitch, then gut her like a pig. Maybe even during, eh boys?" This suggestion was met with coarse laughter from the other two.
"Then, we knife you, with your own fingerprints all over the nice, clean handle, so the cops can get a nice, clean print. Then, little Ruskie, you go back to being some big bitch in the nice cells they got for rapists, and maybe even get yourself a real case of fucked up and died." I looked down at Janelle, who was staring at me with tears in her eyes.
"Close your eyes, Janelle. Baby, do it." One of the thugs hooted in laughter.
