Matilda and the Assassin - Chapter 8
© 2010 Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way other than for the reader's personal enjoyment is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author.
Hetero, MF, Mf, 1st Time, Violence (not sexual violence)
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
Matilda leaned against the bedroom door jamb with her arms folded and her ankles crossed. She surveyed Leon, sitting Indian-style on the floor with his back against the bed. Next to him lay the open weapons suitcase and his cleaning materials. He cleaned every millimeter of the pistol in his lap, piece by piece, inside and out. His extra care told Matilda it was the one used in the alley and the Russian's apartment. When done, he placed it in the suitcase and retrieved another pistol. Matilda knew he was going to clean and oil all his weapons. This was Leon's solitary time.
Matilda shrugged and left him alone. They had not spoken about what transpired in the Russian's apartment and it was apparent to Matilda they never would.
She wandered around the apartment, humming and patting her thighs to the beat. Spotting a comic book on the kitchen counter, Matilda brought it to the table and plopped into a chair. She had read it many times before and soon finished it. Then she played with the yo-yo. She felt close to her dead brother when she played with it. Not as much as when she held his bear, but the bear was on the bedroom dresser and she knew not to disturb Leon. Matilda smiled knowing it would be right-side up. But her smile faded and her brow furrowed. She turned towards the bedroom and stared, not focused on anything as thoughts flashed through her mind -- fragmented thoughts, confusing thoughts.
Glancing up at the clock, Matilda jumped. It was late. She scurried around the kitchen preparing dinner. She threw on a couple of steaks and baked two potatoes. When the food was ready, she peered into the bedroom. Leon was sitting on the floor leaning against the side of the bed. The suitcase was closed and put away. He just sat there staring at nothing.
"Dinner's ready," she said only loud enough for him to hear.
Leon's head slowly turned. He stared at her with a vacant expression. And then he became more focused. He seemed to want to tell her something. However, all he did was nod and stand. Matilda waited at the door, but Leon brushed by her without saying a word. He went to the kitchen and sat in his usual seat. Matilda followed and served dinner.
They ate in silence.
After the kitchen was cleaned up, Matilda went into the living room. Leon was on the couch. He looked up when she entered.
"Did he hurt you?" Leon asked.
"Yes. He pinched my nipple and hurt my butt. And he, um, choked me. I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to die."
"Come here." He patted the couch cushion next to him.
Matilda sat down, leaning forward with her forearms on her thighs. Leon tapped her on the back. She turned with a tilted head. His arm was in the air. Matilda studied his face and then leaned back, snuggling against his side with her head on his chest. His arm lowered around her and held her tight. They remained like that for a couple of minutes, and then his fingertips caressed her arm. Matilda listened to Leon's heartbeat, the only sound in the room.
Matilda broke the silence. "Why didn't you tell me what was going to happen?" Leon's hand stopped and she felt him stiffen.
"It was not supposed to be like that."
"But--"
"Shush."
"But--"
"Shush." Leon hugged Matilda's body to his. "It went wrong. Why must we talk about it?"
Matilda lifted her head, but Leon cupped it with his hand and guided it back to his chest.
"No more," he said. "We are done talking about it. It is over."
Leon's hand slid lower, his fingertips teasing Matilda's cheek with a tender touch. She snuggled closer to his body and sighed. His fingertips moved all over the side of her face, and when they touched her lips she snatched one finger into her mouth. She sucked it like a baby on her mother's teat. Leon held it there for a while and then moved his hand to her shoulder, sliding it down her body until it settled on her little tit. Matilda sighed again and pushed her chest out against his palm.
"I'm sorry he hurt you," Leon said while moving his hand in a circle. Her nipple stiffened. "I will take care of you."
"Do you love me?" Matilda asked.
Leon's hand stopped moving. "Love?"
"Yes, love." Matilda was tempted to twist her head and look at Leon's face but she forced herself to stare forward. Her eyes darted from side to side.
"I have never loved anyone?" he said.
"What about your parents?"
"I never knew my father."
"But you loved your mother."
"She was a prostitute. She did not love me so I did not love her."
"I hated my family ... all except Bobby. I loved him. I once loved my mother but she ran out on me."
"She did not."
Matilda's head shot up and turned. "What do you mean?"
Leon hesitated and then said, "Your father killed her."
Matilda wrenched from his grasp and backed away, now sitting straight-backed. "What?! How would you know that?"
"Freddie told me."
"How would he know?" She stared at Leon incredulously.
"Do you really want to hear this?"
"Yes! I need to know about my mother!"
"Freddie worked for your father."
"I know that! But--"
"Your father used your mother like my mother."
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
"Your father ... he gave your mother to his business associates." Matilda's eyebrows narrowed and her forehead creased as she stared at Leon's face. "For sex. He gave her to them to have sex with her."
"She let them?! She was a whore?!"
"No, not from what he told me. Your father beat her and so did the others."
Matilda thought back to the bruises on her mother. "She told me she fell," she said in a weak voice.
"She did not fall. But one time she grabbed a knife so your father killed her."
"He said she left us."
"He lied."
Leon reached for Matilda but she leaned back. Staring into his face with tears streaming down her cheeks, she asked, "So, do you love me?"
His eyes lowered and then rose to Matilda's face. "I do not know what love is, but I think I love you."
She leapt at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her lips made loud smacking sounds as she kissed him all over his face. Leon's hands were suspended in the air behind her, and then he lowered them to her back. When her kisses moved to his lips, Leon grabbed the back of Matilda's head and crushed their mouths together in an open-mouthed, tongue-sucking kiss.
They tore at each other's clothing. Small, impatient hands ripped Leon's shirt open, sending buttons flying. Leon's hands collided with Matilda's hands and arms as he tried to find the zipper to her skirt. The normally patient man frantically grabbed the bottom of her skirt and yanked it up to her waist. He went for her panties only to find bare skin. Pausing, he remembered Freddie had taken them.
Meanwhile, Matilda pulled his zipper down. She tugged on his pants, getting more frustrated by the second. When he lifted off the couch, she finally got his pants to move. She slid off the couch while dragging his pants to his knees. Then she reached for his boxers -- pulling hard -- ripping them. Tossing the shredded undergarment to the side, she climbed onto Leon's lap with a knee on either side.
Both their hands found his hard cock at the same time. Together, they moved it to where they both wanted it and, when Matilda felt the tip enter her, she sat down. Both grunted at the suddenness, but there was no pause. Leon placed his hands on her hips and Matilda put hers on his shoulders.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Matilda cried out as she bounced up and down on his cock, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her head was tilted back, her eyes clamped shut, and her mouth open. A little spittle dribbled over her chin.
Leon's hips thrust up each time Matilda lowered onto his cock. His teeth were clenched. His face red. His eyes closed. He had never lost this much control.
Matilda slammed down on his cock and paused. She rocked back and forth, her fingernails drawing blood on Leon's left shoulder. Her face scrunched up and reddened. Her mouth opened wider. And then she cried out in a high shrill as her climax overpowered her.
Leon's hands dug into what little meat there was in her bony hips. He kept pushing up, but Matilda was not fucking him any longer. His eyes opened to see her contorted face. Urgent for his own release, he lifted her light body and stood. Matilda automatically wrapped her legs and arms around him as a child would. Sliding his hands to her buttocks, he held her up with his cock buried inside her.
Consumed with lust, Leon staggered like a drunk until Matilda's back bumped into the far wall. With her back pressed to the wall, he thrust his hips up, ramming his cock into her. He bent his knees slightly and thrust up -- hard! Again and again. The thrusts were so hard they sometimes forced him onto his toes. Matilda's ankles locked behind Leon's ass as her body rocked up and down, her shoulder blades rubbing against the wall, her delicate skin turning rosy. But she did not feel it. All she felt was Leon's cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her arms tightened around his neck. The side of her face bounced on his shoulder with his thrusts.
Leon grunted. He sweated. He was lost in a sexual frenzy. And then he suddenly stopped moving. Matilda held him tight. She squeezed his cock with her pussy, feeling each throb and spurt. And then the tension left Leon's body.
Matilda lifted her head and waited. Leon soon opened his eyes. She smiled; he returned it. It was the biggest smile she had ever seen on his rugged face. Her head dropped back to his shoulder and he hugged her. He kissed the top of her head and then carried her to the bedroom where he placed her on the bed. Her arms lingered around his neck for a few moments and then slid off.
"I love you too," Matilda said looking up at Leon with big brown eyes. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes.
THE END (not yet) go to Chapter 9
Return to Switch Blayde's Erotic story site Main Index Page
(www.asstr.org/~Switch_Blayde/)