Paper Doll: Part 2

   

   Leon grabbed Vincent by his sleeve, his fingers wrinkled the expensive fabric.

   "Please...."

   "You don't know what you're asking for, Kennedy."

   "I know some of the names on the list," Leon said slowly.  He loosened his grip on Vincent's sleeve.

   "It doesn't matter.  They took the same risk anyone did when they got their jobs," Vincent said as he stood upright.  He carefully smoothed the rumpled sleeve with his hand.   "I'm doing you a favor by letting you leave now, Kennedy.  I'm sure you know my history well enough to understand what kind of man I really am and what I'm capable of."

    "I came well informed of what might happen to me.  What I am not willing to accept are the deaths of the sixty-six agents on that list."

    "Interesting how sense of guilt defies the most basic instincts or common sense," Vincent said.  "Have you thought of how you'll deal with this if I refuse you?"

    "I spent two years learning everything about you when I profiled your case.  I know you will not pass this up."

    "So the boy found the monster under his bed, huh?" Vincent laughed and ran his hand through Leon's hair.  "What if I told you the price of the list is your soul, Kennedy? Would you give it to me?"

    "Yes."  

    "Would you?" Vincent thread his fingers through Leon's hair and combed through the silken strands once more.  "Do you also know how badly I wanted to hurt you?"

    Leon drew in a breath and held it.  

    "I'll send a car for you on Thursday after at 7 p.m.," Vincent finally said, breaking the uneasy silence between them.  He bent forward and kissed Leon on the forehead. 

    Leon didn't let out his breath until Vincent left the room.  He watched the ajar door, and sank back into the chair, all of his strength seemed to have left him then.  

    God...help me...

 

    The first time he had ridden in a limousine when he was six.  His uncle had brought him along to a dining event and they had shared the ride with a diplomat from Spain.  As soon as the doors closed, he started to claw at the door handle, desperate to get out.  When the car started to move, he started to cry and begged to get out.  When no distraction or soothing words could calm him, he and his uncle were dropped off at the nearest curb to take a taxi into the event.  Leon didn't remember why he was upset then, but as he was led to Vincent's white stretch limousine--he found himself seized with a familiar apprehension.  

    Vincent gestured for him to get in when Leon remained motionless at the curb for a few seconds and stared at the ample space in the cab.  When he slid in, he pressed himself in the far corner, close to the door. A sensation that resembled dread pierced through him when the door closed.  

    "You seem to be a little nervous," Vincent said and lowered the window slightly before he lit up a cigarette.

    "I don't like riding in this kind of...thing," Leon said.

    "This kind of car does command a kind of arrogance that I didn't think you would be comfortable with."

    Leon was not certain if the remark was an insult and he didn't care.  He looked out of the window and concentrated on the bustling  night scene outside.  Anything to keep his mind off the anxiety that was brewing in his belly.

    "Have you thought over what I've said?" Vincent said after he had finished his cigarette, and immediately lit up another.  

    "Yes."

    "Do you understand what I want?"

    Leon said nothing, uncertain what Vincent wanted to hear.

    "Let me be clear on what I don't want, Kennedy," Vincent said.  He picked up a manila folder next to him and tossed it onto Leon's lap.  "I am not looking for an unconditional surrender.  If you truly understood me, then you would know I don't care for cheap victories."

    Inside the folder, a newspaper clipping from a British newspaper detailed a murder in a London Hotel.  Leon frowned when he read the name of the former Chief who had fled with the list.  He flipped to the second page to a CD  with the agency logo in the corner cased in a sleeve.

    "The list only cost of a couple of bullets," Vincent said when Leon held the disk up to study it.  "You ought to be pleased."      

    "I didn't say you should kill him for it."

    "That was for free because I kind of like you."

    Leon shoved the CD back into the folder and closed it.  "What do you want from me?"

    "We're going to play a game," Vincent said.  "More of a bet.  You are going to give me  a month of your life.  That is, you are going to give me a month to break you open and take what I can get in that time.  If you are resilient enough to hold onto your sanity--then you may walk away from me free from any kind of debt."

    "What are you hoping to get out of this?"

    Vincent grinned.  "Just to entertain myself for awhile.  One rule, Kennedy.  I am not to be refused in any way.  If I decide to whore you out, you will accept it without a question.  If I ask you a question, you will answer it."

    Leon looked away, his mouth moved to say something but he didn't.

    "Nothing to say?" Vincent rubbed out the remains of the cigarette into the ashtray and rolled up the window.

    "You are a sadistic, arrogant bastard."

    Vincent broke out into a laughter.  Leon's hands tightened on the folder.  He had to tell himself to breathe, and that whatever will happen to him does not matter.  The list is in his hands.  Nothing else mattered.

    "Take off your jacket and tie," Vincent said as he tapped out a fresh cigarette from the pack.  

    "What?"

    "You will be a little over-dressed where we will be going," Vincent said and pressed the cigarette to the corner of his mouth.

    Leon drew in a breath, then moved to shrug out of his jacket.

    "I think one of the things that made you extremely attractive is the fact that you don't seem to know how good looking you are," Vincent said, then lit the cigarette.  He blew out a steady stream of smoke.  "I am quite surprised your agency didn't try to send you out to sleep your way through the information gathering.  Some of the top level guys would have given you anything for a piece of your ass. "

    Leon's face reddened and bit back the angry reply that brimmed on his tongue.  He slid the dark silk tie from around his neck. 

    "Or did the sleeping around only involved the people on your side?"

    Leon's eyes watched his own hands tightened on the strip of his necktie.  

    "Answer me.".

    "I am not like that," Leon finally said after the anger that had  risen in him simmered down.  

    "Like what? A whore? Or are you still a virgin?"

    "I am not a whore....and I am not a virgin."

    Vincent tapped the lengthened ash from the tip of his cigarette and laughed.  

    "Well, I didn't take you for the kind that even knew what to do in bed," Vincent said.  "You seemed to be the type that might faint at the suggestion of intimacy.  Who was he?"

    Vincent undid the top two buttons on his shirt and leaned back in the plush seat. 

    "I don't know who he was," Leon said, his voice soft but neutral toned as he spoke.  

    "A one-night stand made from a regretful drinking binge?"

    "No," Leon said, his eyes lowered to stare down at his hands that was quivering slightly.  "I don't know who he was."

    Vincent rubbed out his cigarette and tapped on the window that had separated the front cab from the back.  The dark window lowered slowly.

    "Sir?" Ambrose asked.

    "Give that box to me."

    Ambrose bent down and retrieved a small white velvet box from the seat and handed it over the partition.  After a nod from Vincent, the window rolled up again, leaving Leon and Vincent alone in the cab again.  Vincent pressed the white velvet box into Leon's trembling hands and leaned back to light up another cigarette.

    "Open it," Vincent said after Leon made no movement to do so after a while.

    Leon unlatched the brass latch that held the box close.  He nearly dropped the box when he saw what it was.

    "Put it on."

    Leon's eyes were locked on the thin silver collar that had been set in a bed of red silk.  

    "No," Leon whispered, then looked up at Vincent.  "I will not wear this -- "

    Vincent shook his head.

    "We haven't even started and already you are backing out of the game."

    "Game? Have me wear a collar like I'm some kind of an animal is a game to you?"

    "Dear Mr. Kennedy," Vincent said as he placed the still lit cigarette in the ashtray on a fold-out table in front of him and shifted forward to take the velvet box from Leon's hands.  "You are some kind of animal to me."

    Vincent lifted the silver collar from the box and held it up to Leon's eye level.

    "This stays on for the next 30 days.  At any point it comes off, accidentally or not -- two things will happen.  We start over again and count that day as day number one.  Or the copy of the list gets turn loose on the market."

    "Copy...?"

    "Come now, you don't think I am that silly to give you the only copy of the list, do you?  But you know I wouldn't fuck you over the list unless you decide to quit early," Vincent said.  He tipped Leon's chin up and slid on the silver collar, then snapped it shut with a click.  "If you've been good...very good, or if I simply become tired of you, maybe you get to get out of the collar earlier."

    A small growl came from the pit of Leon's throat and it amused Vincent to hear it.  

    "And I can promise you that you would come to love me...so much so that your little heart would break if I did free you."

    Vincent's hand snaked into Leon's hair and suddenly grasped a handful of it in his fist.

    "Let's get started, shall we?" Vincent whispered as he pulled Leon forward by his hair until he was nearly flat on his belly.  Leon struggled and tried to push himself up when he realized Vincent was pulling him toward his groin. 

    "No..."

    "How would I know how much I should teach you unless you show me what you know?" Vincent said with a laugh.  "Undo the button and the zipper."

    "I don't..." Leon's eyes were wide and wild with panic.  He was still trying to sit up, not even caring Vincent's iron-like grip was tearing at his hair.

    "You don't what? You don't want to play anymore? Just say the word and we can stop, Kennedy.  I'll even take you home."

    Leon quivered.  He stared down at the tan leather seat.  He was scared although he didn't understand why he was.  

    It's just sex.  Just open your mouth and take the cock in and pretend... Pretend he's your lover....  

    Leon took in a few more breaths to steady himself and with his shaking hands, undid the silver clasp that closed the waist band of Vincent's pants and lowered the zipper.  

    "Good boy...but no more hands from this point on," Vincent whispered and pulled Leon closer, until his mouth was pressed against Vincent's clothed erection.  "Just your mouth.  I want to see how well you can use that tongue of yours."

    "I don't know how..." Leon whispered.  His stomach tightened into knots as he breathed in the arousal that came from Vincent.  

    "You've never had to give someone head before?" Vincent said.  "I must say I am quite surprised...."

    Vincent eased his grip on Leon's hair and shifted only to take out his cock.  The hard tip, swollen and wet with precum touched Leon's lips and it nearly threw him into another panic again.  Leon took in slow breaths to calm himself, even as Vincent rubbed the tip of his cock across his lips back and forth.  

    "Just with the tip of your tongue, taste it."

    Leon gave the purplish tip a lingering lick, tasting the slightly salty droplet that had wept out from its tip.  Vincent spoke in a calm soothing voice as he gave explicit instructions -- one hand guiding Leon by his hair and the other stroking his cheeks.  

    "There could be worse things for you, Kennedy," Vincent said absently as Leon's tongue lapped at the harden shaft pressed against his mouth.  "Sometimes slaves like you start in the bathroom.  Clean up detail after the tops finish pissing or shitting....that is, if they decide not to do that on or in you."

    Vincent released his hold on Leon's hair and nudged his wet erection against Leon's mouth until  he opened it to let the engorged shaft inside.  Vincent picked up his still-lit cigarette and took in a long drag from it.

    "But I think it'd be more interesting to do other things to you first," Vincent said.  "If you don't become too difficult and require basic training."

    Leon coughed, his gag reflex tried to expel out the cock that was lodged in deep inside his throat.  

    "Keep it in and fight the reflex," Vincent said.  "If I lose my erection, I'll piss down your throat."

    Leon's eyes burned and trickles of tears spilled from the corner of his eyes.  He wanted to throw up and he couldn't breath.  

    "You really don't know what to do, 'eh?" Vincent said, slightly irritated.  He grabbed Leon by his hair again and this time, he held Leon still as he moved his hips.  Slowly at first, then when he began to pump into the mouth with speed and depth. Leon's face reddened and stopped breathing.  He choked but he couldn't find any air in his lungs to cough out the thickness that was raping his throat.

    "And it looks like we have a lot of training to do, Mr. Kennedy," Vincent said in between thrusts.  "But I am sure you are a fast learner..."    

    Vincent's head swam, he could feel his climax peaking from the harsh ramming down the silky soft throat.  

    "You will drink every drop..." Vincent said as he pushed in a final time and paused to feel his cock twitch and release in hot bursts.  He sighed and pulled out his softened cock, the tip of it dripped onto the leather.  Leon had swallowed most of it and what had flooded out trickled out from the corner of his mouth.

    "Clean it up," Vincent said and pressed his wet cock to Leon's face.  Reluctantly, Leon licked it until the opalescent fluid was cleaned from the shaft.  Vincent ordered him to lick up what was spilled on the seat, and Leon did so, glad for the taste of leather to be on his tongue.  He nearly collapsed with relief when Vincent tucked himself back into his pants and lit up another cigarette.

    "Not very good, but can't expect the first time to be spectacular," Vincent said.  "Expect to suck a lot of cocks, where we are going.  And if you can't suck correctly, you will be punished.  Not everyone will be as kind or patient as I have been."

    "Where...?" Leon rasped, his voice was gone, damaged by the mouth-rape he had endured.

    "A country club," Vincent said with a smile.  "Kind of."

    Leon stared down at the manila folder on the floor board.  As if he knew exactly what was going through his mind, Vincent laughed softly. 

    "There's still maybe another ten minutes before we get to where we are going," Vincent said.  "Speak up now if you want to drop this and go home.  Once we get to the place and past the gates, even I can't get you out of there."

    Leon wanted so badly not to care about anyone listed on that disk.  He wanted so badly to be selfish and run away from it all.  He wanted to tell Vincent he wanted to be let out of the car then and tell him he didn't care what happened to the list.  

    But he didn't.  He said nothing.  His mind was already gone even as the limousine drew up to a wide, silver gate with elaborate French curves.  And he said nothing as the driver keyed the gate open with a card and drove through it, going up a cobble stone road leading up to a Victorian styled mansion at the end of the road. 

~End Part 2~