A/N: Thanks for reading!
WARNING: smut, language
John swung the door open and raised an eyebrow in confusion at the sight of the late night visitor. The girl from the bar downstairs.
"Hello, Mr Wick." Emily gave him a seductive smile, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "I've been told you might wanna release some tension."
He looked her up and down, frowning as he took in her appearance. Long dark wavy hair, her figure hidden underneath a short black silk robe; she was barely coming up to his shoulders despite the killer four inch heels she was wearing.
"Charon sent me." She added quickly as an explanation when she saw that he didn't seem too thrilled to see her. "He said you wanted some company."
"That's right. I didn't expect you though." John simply replied. She thought he was going to turn her down and send her away, but he moved aside and gestured for her to step into his hotel room.
The high he felt, caused by the adrenaline after the job he had just done, still hadn't evaporated and John was a little too riled up to think straight. He never asked for a specific girl, so Charon decided to send her. Because he must have noticed. It couldn't have gone past him that John had taken an interest in her, he must have seen him staring at her each time their paths crossed at the Continental.
John closed the door and turned to face her.
"I have a confession to make, Mr Wick. I think I saw you checking me out more than once, but if I'm wrong..." Emily chewed on her bottom lip slightly, growing more nervous than she already had been feeling.
She hoped John Wick wanted her. Every time she spotted him at the bar, he seemed to devour her with his eyes, but he had never approached her, so she had always assumed that he wasn't that into her after all, and preferred to take other girls upstairs with him. She had always been too afraid to make a move on him herself. He terrified her.
He was standing before her; tall, handsome, and as imposing as ever in his three-piece suit.
"You're not wrong." John said quietly, sensing her insecurity. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come off so rude, it's been a long rough night."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr Wick. I'm here to make it all better." She whispered softly, temptingly.
He took off his suit jacket, flinging it on the bed before sitting down in the big armchair near the huge windows; his eyes were glued to her the entire time, a hint of a smile on his face.
"C'mere." He beckoned.
Emily gave him an even brighter smile and stepped closer to him as she untied her silk robe. "Charon couldn't tell me much about your preferences, so I didn't know what you wanted..."
She had opted for a black completely see-through set of bra and matching panties, nothing more; plain, but effective in any case. She dropped her robe to the floor and John's eyes turned dark, slowly raking over her body. Emily licked her bottom lip, satisfied with his reaction.
John shifted in his seat a little, and then looked her straight in the eyes. "Show me your cunt."
A shiver ran down her spine. She was speechless for a moment, but then laughed softly as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties to take them off. "Direct. I like it, baby."
Turning her back on him, she wiggled her ass to tease him a little as she pulled her panties down, letting the thin material slide down her legs. She kicked them aside and walked over to him, lifting one leg and propping her foot up on the armrest of the chair to give him the best view of her pussy. She always kept it neatly trimmed, but if he asked her to change it for next time, she would do it. Granted that she performed well enough for him to make him want to see her again.
"You're not clean-shaven." He stated matter-of-factly, his fingertips lightly grazing her stomach, his hand moving further down. He bit his bottom lip and she heard him take in a deep breath as he ran his knuckles lightly along the soft warm flesh of her folds. "Beautiful. I prefer it more natural."
"I'm surprised, Mr Wick. Most boys don't." She replied, watching him intently, feeling a little self-conscious under his intense eyes.
He didn't say anything, but looked up at her and she took it as a sign that he had seen enough. She put her foot down and took a step back, away from him.
"Take off the heels." He instructed and she did as she was told and stepped out of her shoes. He got up and moved closer, towering over her.
"You're tiny." He commented quietly, his gaze drifting to her mouth.
"Does that turn you on?" She hoped her voice didn't betray her. Suddenly she felt very exposed and vulnerable with him standing before her, big and strong, and when he cupped her chin and gently stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, she had to suppress the helpless whimper threatening to escape her throat. She was attracted to him and her body reacted accordingly to his proximity.
He ignored her teasing question and walked around her, stalking her like his prey. His fingertips traced her spine, his hands cupped her ass for a second, examined her. She couldn't suppress a shiver when she felt him right behind her and was glad that he couldn't see her face.
He stepped in front of her again, making her look up at him. He held her gaze as he brushed her hair back over her shoulder, his fingers running along her neck.
"You're perfect, you know that?" It felt like her heart dropped in that moment, her face was hot.
"Thank you..." She forced herself not to avert her eyes. "What do you want me to do for you, sir?"
"C'mere. Get on your knees." His voice sent a shudder through her.
John took her hand and tugged her with him as he took a seat in the chair again and spread his legs to make room for her. Following his command, she fell down to her knees and placed her arms on his thighs.
"Is there something you won't do?" He asked curiously.
"You can be as rough as you want, Mr Wick. Don't worry, I'm a big girl, I can take it." She winked at him, sliding her hands slowly up his thighs, watching him for any kind of reaction as she cupped the bulge between his legs and rubbed him gently through his pants.
John raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You sure? What's your safeword?"
"Do I really need one?" She bit her lip, looking up at him innocently. She squeezed him, feeling his length grow harder.
"I want you to feel safe, is all."
"Daisy. It's Daisy."
John nodded quietly.
"I hope you're not into some real kinky shit, though."
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I won't make you do anything you're uncomfortable with."
"Okay, good... I wasn't sure if you liked the real heavy stuff. Who knows what you kinky assassins might be into. If you want that sort of thing, you know, the stuff beyond light bondage, you have to get someone else." Emily rolled her eyes, letting out a nervous laugh. She knew she was babbling, but couldn't stop herself.
He grabbed her by her arms unexpectedly and pulled her up to him until her face was mere inches from his. "Are you done? You're talking too much." His breath was hot against her mouth, he narrowed his eyes at her, but the warm depths of dark amber were sparkling with laughter. He wasn't annoyed with her.
"And you're not talking enough, Mr Wick. But that's okay, I like the silent type." She purred seductively, licking her lips. "I'm not scared of you, baby."
"Yes, you are." She was playing her role, pretending to be the sexy vixen men expected her to be, but he knew there was more to her, that she was probably an innocent girl behind the facade.
"Okay, maybe a little. But it's a good kind of scary." He let go of her and she dropped her hands to his belt buckle, working his pants open and pulling the zipper down.
He raised his hips to help her push his pants and boxers down to his thighs, so she could free his half-hard length.
"Damn..." She whispered at the sight of him, biting her lip. Of course he would be big, judging by the size of the rest of him.
She licked the palm of her hand and closed her fingers around him, looking up at him to meet his gaze as she knelt between his legs on the soft carpet. Slowly, she stroked him to full hardness. He tightened his grip on the armrests of the chair, she saw a muscle tick in his jaw as he gritted his teeth; his only reaction to her touch.
Emily grew nervous, wondering if she was good enough to make him fall apart, what tricks it would take for her to make him moan. He was so composed and stoic, in complete control. A stone-cold killer.
"I want to feel your mouth." John demanded suddenly, his voice hoarse and gravelly. "Suck my cock, darling."
She shivered in excitement, hearing him use a pet name sent a tingling sensation through her. "Yes, sir."
Emily let go of him and lifted her hands to put her hair up in a high pony tail so he would be able to watch her take him and tug on her hair without hurting her, but he stopped her.
"No." He said gruffly. "Leave it down." She hesitated and he quickly added, "I'll be careful. Trust me."
His warm brown eyes seemed to burn through her, piercing her core. She nodded weakly and took a hold of him again, shifting on her knees. Leaning in, she licked a broad stripe up his hard length, tracing a thick vein underneath his skin with her tongue.
His hands went immediately to her shoulders, resting hot and heavy on her bare skin. He tilted his head back against the chair, but kept his eyes on her.
It dawned on her quickly that it would be impossible for her to remain unaffected. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and then sucked the tip hard into her mouth, letting out a moan that she couldn't suppress to her embarrassment. He tasted so fucking delicious.
His right hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing lightly before he pushed his long thick fingers into her hair, fisting her strands with his left hand and tugging gently. Goosebumps formed on her skin, her scalp prickled and she hummed around him. She should have known that he knew exactly what he was doing, that she should have trusted him.
Emily took him further into her mouth and hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head up and down and working the rest of him with her hand. She heard him let out a strangled groan above her and had to clench her thighs. Her pussy ached already, more and more wetness building, leaking. She wouldn't have to use any lube to take him in.
The way he was tugging at her hair, stroking and squeezing her shoulders and neck made her weak. He was mostly quiet, occasionally letting out a moan, and his hands on her were doing most of the talking, guiding her. She felt his legs tense against her sides each time she sucked a little too hard. It drove her insane.
It thrilled her to make him come, get him to lose his poise gradually under her hands and mouth.
He bumped against her throat and she tried to relax around him, taking him in a little further. His grip in her hair tightened, and he growled, raising his hips carefully. She whimpered and swallowed, her throat contracting around him.
He curled one hand around her neck, holding her down as he started to thrust up into her mouth. She let him take control, panicking a little for a second since she couldn't take him in all the way, but then relaxed because he kept his thrusts even and steady.
His grip on her shoulder tightened and he pulled her off of him. "I'm close - " He said through gritted teeth and she stroked him quickly until he spilled his seed, coming hot and heavy. Emily wrapped her lips around him again and swallowed his load, licking every inch of him clean. She was surprised with herself how much she wanted and enjoyed it.
He slumped back in the chair, breathing heavily, and she rubbed her cheek against his softening length with a sigh before letting go of him.
"I love your thighs, Mr Wick." She whispered hoarsely and bit into his flesh playfully. John hissed, stroking through her hair.
Emily leaned up to take off his tie. She unbuttoned his vest and then set to work on the buttons of his navy dress shirt, placing kisses along his chest as she revealed more and more skin. She licked the scar on his stomach, dipping her wet tongue into his navel.
John made her stop and dragged her roughly up into his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pushed a hand between her thighs; a low rumble sounded in his throat when he found her soaking wet.
"This turned you on? Sucking my cock?" He rasped, slipping his fingers through her wet folds.
"Yes, sir." She whispered weakly. He teased her clit occasionally, her thighs started shaking more and more with every torturous swipe. She grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand and instinctively tried to close her legs, but he wouldn't let her.
John squeezed her waist in warning, his arm keeping her spread open for him easily as his calloused pads worked her aching pussy. She squirmed in his lap, jumping slightly as he suddenly pressed down on her clit and pushed two fingers in.
"Fuck... so tight..." He groaned. She felt so small and fragile underneath his hands that he was worried for a second she might not be as experienced as she had made herself out to be, but then came to the conclusion that it had probably been a while for her. Hence her slight nervousness when she had walked in.
"No, Mr Wick, don't..." Emily dug her nails into his forearm, wanting to stop him. She knew she would explode embarrassingly quick if he kept this up.
But John crushed her body to him and pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered into the kiss, letting out a muffled cry as his fingers moved roughly inside her, dragged against every sensitive spot. She cupped his face and gave in to him, kissing him back hungrily.
He growled possessively when he tasted his essence on her tongue and felt the urge to mark her again and again, make her his.
He broke the kiss and nipped at her jaw teasingly, licked the tender flesh of her earlobe. "Good girl. That's how I like it, darling. Cum for me."
Emily shivered in his arms, hiding her face in his neck. "Uh-uh, no, sweetheart. Look at me." John suddenly squeezed her ass and she threw her head back, looking up at him, bravely meeting the intense fire of his dark eyes.
She whimpered, writhing in his lap. His fingers tormented her, his thumb drawing faster and tighter circles on her clit until she fell apart and her orgasm washed through her.
"Oh God..." She panted heavily and leaned into his broad chest. He pressed a kiss to her temple, stroked her back gently, squeezed her trembling thighs soothingly as he waited for her to come down.
Men who asked for her company never did this to her; they usually only cared about her service for them. She was a little confused, but would never complain. If John Wick got off on getting women off, she was happy to comply.
Dizzy from her orgasm, Emily ran a hand down his stomach all the way to his cock to stroke him to full hardness again but John cupped her pussy before she could close her fingers around him. His large palm stroked slowly up and down her hot sensitive flesh.
"Ready for the next round, sweetheart?" He breathed into her ear, his voice so low she thought she would come alone from hearing his sexy raspy whispers.
She nodded weakly. "Yes, Mr Wick... of course, let me just - "
"Hold the fuck still." He interrupted her roughly, tightening his hold on her. She let out a squeak at his dominant tone, slightly shocked.
"I-I'm sorry, sir..." She stammered. "But...I wanna fuck you, John. After all, I'm here to please you..."
"Then do as I say."
She froze at his gruff command. His palm stopped caressing her wet pussy, and he inserted three fingers this time, stretching her open even more.
"That's it. So warm... and dripping for me... " John continued to praise, kissing and sucking at her neck.
"Please, Mr Wick... please..." Emily squealed at the feeling of his thick fingers inside her, she could barely think. She was enjoying this encounter with John Wick a whole lot more than she expected to, revelling in his dominance and intimidating gruff demeanor.
"Please what, baby?" He stared her down, making her shiver again.
"Please let me ride you, Mr Wick." She bit her lip, letting out a deep moan as he hit the sensitive patch inside her with every drag of his fingers.
"Be a good girl and cum for me again, baby." John said playfully with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "And I let you ride my cock all you want."
The look she gave him made him want to carry her over to the bed, push her down into the mattress, bury his face between her thighs and lick her pussy until she came over and over again, begging for his cock. She was such a sweet girl, so small and vulnerable, though he had no doubt she could be just as dominant, able to control a man.
John buried his face in her chest instead, sucking at the full mounds of her breasts. He bit and sucked one nipple into his mouth through the barely-there material of her skimpy bra, his fingers moving faster inside her pussy and against her clit. When he released her hard and overstimulated nipple and was about to do the same to the other, she came hard in his arms, coating his fingers with her slickness.
"John!" She cried out his name, clinging on to him, her thighs shaking.
He rubbed her gently through her climax, withdrew his hand and pressed his wet fingers to her lips. Willingly, she opened her mouth and allowed him to push them in. She sucked at his rough, calloused pads and licked her own juices off of his fingers, letting out a soft moan as she kept eye contact with him the entire time.
Releasing his fingers from her mouth, she gave him a sly smile and bit hard into the fleshy part of his large palm. He didn't even flinch, but he shifted in his seat impatiently, staring at her hungrily, eyes glazed over.
John was rock-hard again and Emily was such a divine mix of innocence and merciless teasing that he lost his patience. He cupped her face with one hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"You were so good for me, darling. I wanna feel how tight you are, c'mon."
Emily gripped his shoulders and shifted her weight, moving to straddle his lap with a chuckle. She got up on her knees on either side of his thighs. Her juices trickled down her legs at the movement and she felt a rush of shame at how easily he had brought her to orgasm. Twice.
Hovering above his erection, she forced herself to relax. He was so big and she wouldn't be able to take him if she started worrying and tensed up. John placed his hands on her hips and when she saw the fire, the need for her in his eyes, her brief moment of insecurity was gone.
Never averting her eyes from his, she took him in her hand, lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and slowly sank down onto him. She let out a squeak, her lips parting under the pressure. John gritted his teeth, fingers digging into her flesh as he forced himself not to plunge into her.
Emily lifted and wiggled her hips, wanting to take him quickly, in one go. She winced and pushed through the pain, willing herself down onto him until he was fully sheathed inside her. Despite the two orgasms, it still burned slightly with the way he was spreading her open, but it felt so good. He felt so good inside her. Hard, big and hot.
She gasped, and he felt her pussy flutter involuntarily around his cock. She felt even tighter than he expected. So deliciously tight, hot and soaking wet after her orgasms. But he was confident he would have her coming in no time again on his cock before filling her with his seed.
"Easy, darling." John let out a hiss, feeling her struggle with his size. He closed his fingers gently around the back of her neck and pressed a comforting kiss to her lips. "Careful. Take it slow, I don't want you to hurt yourself, baby."
"Oh Mr Wick..." Emily moaned, tilting her head back as she indulged the feeling of his huge hand around her neck, his hard muscular body underneath her and his equally hard, big and velvety cock deep within her. She opened her eyes again and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I like a little bit of pain, baby." She whispered against his lips before she braced herself and started moving immediately, bouncing on top of him fast.
John realized too late that he forgot about the condom. He didn't know the girl, but he couldn't care less. She fit perfectly around his bare aching flesh and he would rather die than pull out of her again.
She moved her hips up and down his length, clenching her walls tightly around him each time she sheathed him completely to bring him faster to his orgasm.
"Stop it." John scolded immediately, knowing exactly what she was doing.
"Sorry." She grinned at him. "I thought you might like it."
Despite his command, she squeezed him again, even tighter this time. Just to provoke him.
He smacked her ass in response, narrowing his eyes. "What did I say?"
She gasped in surprise at the hot sting, letting out a moan. John felt a rush of slickness coating his cock, her walls fluttering around him. He smacked her again, with his left hand this time and she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.
She bounced harder, as fast as the confined space of the chair allowed, panting heavily and he let her control the rhythm for the time being. He clenched his jaw, struggling not to move his hips and fuck up into her.
When he couldn't stay passive any longer, he pressed his thumb to her clit, flicking her little nub a few times. His hand cupped the back of her head and he kissed her roughly, desperately.
Her hips faltered, she slowed her movements, circling her hips every now and then as all she could do was rut against him. "John..."
"What do you want, baby?" He tortured her with shallow, barely-there flicks and swipes against her clit. "Say it."
"More..." She whimpered against his lips. "More... faster..."
John withdrew his fingers from her clit completely and dragged her bra down, tearing the material. He kneaded her breasts and she shivered as his large hands covered her full mounds.
Emily moved faster against him, her pussy now easily swallowing his girth. His hands were everywhere on her body, stroking her back, squeezing her ass, kneading her thighs.
"John... fuck me, please... fuck me..." She pleaded and he took control in an instant. His hands gripped her hips tightly and he thrust up into her, dragging her down onto his cock.
"John... oh God..." She held onto him desperately, clawing at his back as he pushed deep into her.
John felt her grow even wetter, her pussy clench tighter around him. He growled low in his throat, pressing her close to him. She was about to explode and he couldn't hold back any longer. He had to release into her and mark her with his seed.
The urge to claim caused him to yank her down onto him and thrust into her roughly and bump against her cervix. He pressed hard onto her clit and she sobbed into his shoulder at the slight pain and almost unbearable pleasure as her orgasm washed through her. She shook against him, her pussy milking him violently, and he came long and hard deep inside her, holding her flush against him.
He breathed heavily into her hair as he came down and then bit her shoulder slightly before lifting her hips and slipping out of her. Without a word, he pushed her off of him gently and got up. She slumped back in the chair, their mixed juices seeping out of her.
Emily had never felt so thoroughly used, satisfied and relaxed. She watched John tuck himself back in and close his pants as he walked over to the cabinet to pour a glass of water. When he stayed silent, she thought that she had done something wrong, but then he walked back over to her and knelt next to the chair.
"Here, drink. You need to rehydrate." She took the glass of water, realizing how thirsty she was.
"Are you alright, darling?" John asked gently, his voice pure velvet, so smooth and dark, washing over her senses.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled up at him. "Are you... are you satisfied... with... everything?" She added timidly.
He gave her what could be considered a half-smile. "Very much so." On a whim, he took her hand in his and kissed the back of it, his lips lingering uncomfortably long on her skin as he looked straight into her eyes. Heat spread throughout her body. She felt his marks burning on her, his sticky seed between her thighs; she felt claimed and she realized she had to get out of there fast. Before she fell for the man.
"I-I need to use the bathroom." She croaked and got up as fast as her wobbly legs allowed.
Quickly, Emily cleaned herself up and peeled off the scraps of her ruined bra. When she stepped back into the room, John was standing with his back to her in only his pants and sipping bourbon as he looked out at the dark skyline of New York.
She saw his scarred, tattooed, muscular back for the first time and felt her cheeks burn at the sight. He was so goddamn gorgeous. He turned around when he felt her staring and she hurried to put on her high heels and cover herself with her robe, embarrassed to be naked in front of him.
He walked over to her and placed a few coins into her palm. She looked up at him in surprise. "Oh, Mr. Wick, you don't have to. You already paid me through Charon."
"Take it." He said gently, his tone warm like honey.
"I'm not a poor girl, Mr Wick. No need to feel sorry for me." She teased, but did him the favour and slipped the coins into her pocket.
"I'd like to see you again." He suddenly announced. "Tomorrow. Same time."
"Oh... wow. Okay." Her smile faltered a bit before it grew bigger. "I'm looking forward to it, Mr Wick."
She stood on her tip-toes, kissed him on the cheek and disappeared with a giggle.
John closed the door behind her with a smile. She was such a sweet little girl. He wanted her all to himself.
When John returned to the Continental the following night after his latest job, he stopped at the front desk to tell Charon how satisfied he was with the girl he had chosen for him.
"Thank you for sending Emily up to my room last night." He said with a slight smile after they had exchanged pleasantries.
The concierge looked confused. "I thought you were expecting her visit, Mr Wick."
John raised an eyebrow without saying anything, looking at him expectantly.
"She told me you had wanted to see her and asked not to be disturbed the whole night." He adjusted his glasses with a sigh, giving him a pitiful look. "You see, Mr Wick, she's not a registered escort with the Continental. I think she lied to us both, sir."
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