B2 Chapter 10:

Three had one foot on the ground, another curled up and popped into the bed, spreading herself for Two. But I ignored that as I stepped forward. She was ignoring me for the most part, only lifting a few fingers in a cheery wave as she continued on her task.

"Oh!" I said.

But I didn’t walk away. That would have been weird, not that it crossed my mind at the moment. There was another thing I was thinking about more than what I was watching. A few more steps later, and I was at the edge of the bed and could hear the rhythm of her work, see the tightness in the muscles in Three’s stomach as she tensed, flexed, and relaxed. I saw her dark eyes staring at me with a level of emotion I had never seen from her before. There was hunger, but not the demanding kind I would have expected — not the stoic aggression I’d seen with her before.

Or how she treated Two when she assisted her in pleasing me not too long ago. Instead, there was a playful challenge, a question, as if she was just waiting for my answer. And I seemingly knew the answer. I leaned forward, rocking myself onto the bed, onto my knees, landing on my elbows, my face mere inches from Three. I stopped for a second, just shy of landing that kiss. Maybe I became afraid and hesitated. Or maybe I wanted to tease a little myself.

"Are you having fun down there, too?" I said as I winked at Three.

Three narrowed her eyes slightly, and I heard an enthusiastic mumble from Two.

"I am glad you could—" Three started to say, but I cut her off, moving the few inches forward before I could lose my nerve and planting my lips on hers.

It was… interesting. Three was a lot more gentle than I had expected. But also a lot better at kissing than most of my Numbered, if I was going to be honest. How? I wasn’t sure. A second later, I pulled away and reached down, grabbing Two’s hair and pulling her off as well, as I spun Three toward me. She went with me, seemingly curious what I was doing. I helped her readjust on the bed slightly so I could shift positions, still holding her open.

 I leaned forward, maintaining eye contact as I licked, curling my tongue under her little nub and giving it a small flick.

We both ignored Two as I began to work. Two seemed a bit dazed at first, but then she crawled up next to me and began to rub my back as she watched, teasing Three slightly, occasionally reaching out to flick a nipple. I could hear her voice and feel her fingertips trailing on my back. She laughed.

"How do you like it being on this end?" Two teased. "Now I’m on top, and you’re the one squirming."

She cut off her words as Three gave her a look. But when I felt Three shudder and begin to lull back, I could hear Two begin to laugh again.

Once Three had recovered, she snapped at Two.

"Your master is unattended. So fix that."

Two gave a tap to my back and slid down, nudging at my hip so I could half roll over. I obliged, and she began to unlace my pants. We spent some time just like that, and I, as I learned how to make Three dance to my will, while Two undressed me and began to prepare me with her mouth. Still, though, this wasn’t about her. As One had suggested, I needed to take care of Three.

I eventually found a good stopping point, right before another climax from Three — just enough to make her whine, slightly noisy. A sound I never thought I would hear coming from the proud woman. I readjusted my hands, hooking my elbows under her knees and placing my hands on the inside of her thighs. I yanked her to the edge of the bed.

She reached up and grabbed behind my neck as I bent over, then straightened, pulling her so she was practically folded in half on the edge of the bed, her head resting forward on my chest. She bent over to watch as I positioned myself to enter her.

Two was standing behind her now, helping pull her in place slightly as she looked over Three’s shoulders, watching.

"I bet that’s going to feel so good," I could hear her whispering into Three’s ear.

As I began to sink into Three, I was taking it slow and steady, just pushing in and meeting little resistance besides warm tightness that felt oh so good. Just before I was about to fully start moving and thrust in again, we heard footsteps. I froze for a second, and Three pulled at my hips in protest. But I cocked my head, listening through the shadows.

That was not One’s gait.

Something else was happening. But the footsteps faded slightly, so I began to slowly pull out to thrust in one more time. But then there was a click, and the door swung open. The balding, jovial Tom stepped in and gasped.

"I’m sorry—"

He never got another word. Two had sprung from the bed and embedded her knife in the side of his neck, ripping it forward as she covered his mouth, stopping the gurgled scream. It was little more than a muffled noise as she kicked his leg out and sent the corpse tumbling onto the ground. The man bled out in a handful of seconds.

I stared and had to release three a little bit as she wiggled to get a view. Still pressed together.

"What the fuck?!" I practically yelled.

We didn’t know what was going on. Tom was the one within. We should have just killed him. There was no reason for that. It felt so unnecessary. And then, before I could say more, three spoke up.

"Yeah, Two. You got blood everywhere. It’s all over the carpet. Go take care of his family and then get rid of the corpse. We can’t leave any loose ends like this."

Two nodded, looking ashamed, and dashed out of the room, still naked, knife covered in blood. A second later I heard the sound of the body being dragged out on a rug.

My mouth was not working properly, and I wasn’t able to call out to stop her. I started to fall into my thoughts. What the hell? Why did that feel so wrong? There was a man killed right in this room, and I was still deep inside of Three. It felt so weird. So callous. So… wrong.

But Two and Three were obviously not bothered.

I couldn’t think of a single one of my numbers that would be. Even Four wouldn’t have batted an eye. Why did this feel so wrong to me? This was who I was. I was a fucking assassin. I killed targets, and if anyone was in my way, they died too. If I had any witnesses that I could remove, I removed them.

Three seemed to feel my tension, and she wiggled slightly, breaking her arms and legs free of my grasp, though she continued to hold my arms. Her hands were behind my neck. She used her legs and twisted slightly, tossing me onto the bed while never leaving where we were joined.

I landed face up, with her straddling me. She moved her hands from behind my neck to my chest as she sat up and began to move her hips in a circle. I could no longer see the body, just Three in her perfect figure above me as she moved more energetically, her breath coming quicker and quicker, gasps escaping her.

Slowly, I began to come back out of my mind, only able to focus on the sensations and her eyes. My hands found her hips, and I began to assist her, slowly pushing up or quickly thrusting with her gyrations, using my hands to lift her off me a few inches at a time and drop her back down.

I have no idea how long that went on for, but I could hear Two come back sometime later and clean the floor a bit, but there was no real interruptions.. But I lost myself in Three.

This was who I was.

I was a killer with no morals. But yet, that didn’t quite feel right. I definitely wanted to save the world if I could. But it bothered me. But it didn’t. And the more I thought about it, the less it bothered me. Was it really just shock?

But it was me.

It was something I would come to terms with. There was nothing I could do. There were too many weaves of lies and past personalities that I could not shake. Reaching up, I bucked my hips slightly more, tossing one onto my chest. I grabbed an arm and rolled, putting me on top of her, pinning her legs by her head again as I upped the intensity.

Whatever it was was not going to distract me from this.