My Super Secret Life…Villain-9

Chapter 9

I’m not sure if I’m punchy from the pain or the adrenaline but I am bizarrely having a good time sort of hiding slumped in the back seat of Jeff’s car while he drives us to him condo and he’s muttering the whole way.

I would have been perturbed by him doing this before but since my latest mutation shift and my body sort of catching up to my age it’s actually kind of cute. It does make me wonder though if it’s like hormones and brain chemistry or the fact that we’ve had sex together.

It could be all of those things or that I’ve lost some blood or the fact that I’ve really pushed my powers with this whole thing.

We pull into the complex he lives in and we go inside. Yeah we’re being careful but really at the same time not. I leave my padding on and stuff but the face mask and my long coat I take and wrap the coat around the mask and stuff them between the handles of my bag and carry it that way. Now most people if they bothered to look…and unless they’re old or nosy or paranoid don’t really bother to check out what their neighbours are doing should just see a skinny girl wearing sports padding of some kind if anyone asks me I’m going to tell them I’m a roller derby girl.

Yeah we still have that it’s kind of a vintage thing old time sports thing. I think I look close enough to pass for one of them.

I can’t help but do a little kinetic feel out as we pass. Just a feel of my force through things to see who’s nosy and coming to look at their peephole camera screens. Not a blessed one just what feels like two dogs. You just got to love how self absorbed people can get.

We get into Jeff’s place and It’s so strange really I just went through the hardest fight of my life and dealt with a scumbag that really should’ve been killed in a really, really horrible way and learned the hard way of the death of a friend.

And I’m taking off my boots inside the front hall of his place and setting them on the mat he’s got there for his shoes and sneakers. Once I hear him locking the door behind us I head to his bathroom and once in his bedroom I set down my bag and shove it under his bed for now and I start to get undressed.

Or rather try to.

I stiffened up in the car and oh dammit things are hurting. Jeff comes in behind me with his doctoring stuff he has here and two bottles of water. He looks at me.

“Jesus…”

“Yes and I’m very disappointed with mankind since I came back.”

“Hardy-har-har Rikki.” He steps over to me and he looks me over. “I’m cutting this stuff off.”

“Hey this stuff isn’t cheap.”

“Too bad you’ll get hurt trying to take it off. I’m your Doctor I trump your street ranking right now.”

“Okay…okay but I’m stealing some of your clothes.”

“They won’t fit.”

“A guys shirt isn’t supposed to fit, and you’ve got to own a pair of swimming trunks or something.”

“We’ll see.”

I sigh and sort of try to hold my self the way that he needs me to so he can take his scissors and cut my lycra off of me. It feels good to get out of it anyway its happening. I really need a shower and to feel clean with the stuff from well everything that happed last night or well this morning.

He unhooks the pads and my protective stuff. Then he’s touching me. “Dammit Rikki you’re covered in bruises what happened?”

“Hanson had this feral mutant there mentally challenged or something but big as a tank and murderous as hell. He threw me around a lot.”

“A lot, what through a wall?” He’s putting on these goggles and getting tweezer looking things out.”

“A couple of them actually.”

“Explains the splinters, this will hurt most likely.”

“Just do it.”

He grunts and yeah it hurts, over and over again and in places that I hadn’t realized that I had bits sticking into me.

“Rikki?”

“Yeah?”

“Turn off your powers you’re holding stuff in.”

“Oh…I didn’t know.”

I think about it a bit and there’s this almost relaxation in my skin the stab wound from the letter opener starts to bleed and I’m feeling my hurts a lot more intensely. “Oh…ow…”

“Yeah ow and a lot more than ow by the time I’m done. You don’t have to do this y’know…you can stop it.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Yes you can leave this stuff to the professionals.”

“The professionals are the problem Jeff, half of them are on the take and I haven’t seen any of the white hats around here. The good guys are cutting it and I am only I’m one of the bad guys so I don’t have to play nice or worry about their civil rights I can be as much as an asshole or a hardassed cunt as I need to be.”

“They’re going to come for you.”

“They’ve been coming for me ever since I killed a man at the age of eleven.”

He stops and he looks at me and he looks me right in my eyes and I look right back into his. “Shit…I never thought that you were like that…”

“He was an asshole and he used to beat me and my mother and when my powers kicked in I used then to beat him…he died in the ambulance.”

“Rikki that’s different, that’s not the same as murder.”

“Not according to the law, not according to some of the politicians looking for the normal vote.”

“But there were extenuating circumstances.”

“No, the truth is I’d do it again but in a faster way. I’ve never cried over that asshole and I’m not going to shed a tear over torturing that child killing molesting bastard tonight or killing his chipped up murder-toy.”

“Rikki…”

“No Jeff, this is me, this is who you are dealing with. I’m not a nice person and I’m not ashamed to admit that. Nice only gets you so far.”

“Rikki.”

“I mean it Jeff; it’s a hard worl…”

Oh…

He’s kissing me…he’s slipping his fingers through my hair and he’s kissing me despite what I’ve told him.

“Rikki.”

“Yeah?”

“I work in a clinic in the middle of The Brickyards you think you’re the only bad person that I like or find reasonable?”

“Actually sort of.”

“I’m not here because this is where they dumped me, I’m here doing medicine by my choice here.”

“Okay but you wanted me to stop.”

“I do, I like you, I mean I really, really like you and I’d love for this to be more but I don’t want to watch you get killed or arrested and tossed into some place like Alpha Block.”

He rips off some tape with his teeth and my arm is bandaged after he stitched it. I look at him and he’s looking at me and I stare at him. Dammit he’s just so… “Jeff get up.”

He gets up off of the bed. “You need help…uhm Rikki? What are you doing?”

“I’m undoing your pants genius.”

“Uhm why?”

I undo his belt and his pant’s and drop his boxers to the floor too and take his cock in my hand and stroke and slowly start that pulling the blood into him. I look him in the eyes. “Remember me saying that I have this belief that good guys, decent guys should get rewarded for just being the good guy?”

“Y..Yeah..”

“Good, because I’m going to suck your cock.”

“What?”

Yeah he’s saying that as I’m wrapping my lips around the head.

“Oh Rikki…oh shit…you don’t have to do this…”

I stop and still holding on look up at him. “Are you saying that you want me to stop giving you a blowjob?”

“Uhm……………………..no?”

I smile at him and continue. Honestly I’m just winging it taking my cues from what I know from porn and stuff and honestly I wanted to know if I could do it and if I liked doing it. Some women do and some don’t. Me I’m not really opposed to it and besides as a sort of girl I’m missing breasts altogether really and I’m not curvy so I really think that I should learn all the things that I can and might have to do if I’m going to compete with regular or even enhanced or meta women.

Turns out that I do like it, there’s this rush of control there as much as submission and it’s not going to be for everyone. There’s that mixture of the two halves of the equation that hooks me. Being in control and being dominated at the same time.

It’s not something that I’ll be doing with every guy, unless I’m either really lucky or really picky and I only get close to guys like Jeff. It’ll be a major sort of intimate trust thing.

Maybe all sex should be about that too. Not love making but even just sex I think you should at least like them, respect them and trust them.

I’m doing it long enough he’s hard as I can assist him and I’ve been playing around touching on things with my powers. First I make that TK seal between my lips and Jeff’s cock and that increases the suction then I can suppress my gag reflex and soon adjust my position so that his pumps and thrusts are being deep throated and the last thing is something that I’ve been thinking of ever since I’d been playing around with the idea of sucking cock.

I use that power to blood flow connection and send TK mini streams of power inside of his cock like a sort of non existent catheter. And when I sense him reaching his bursting point I open the canal like a straw a bit and the rest of the energy I use to pull that hot liquid out of Jeff.

No pulsing spurts just one long and literally drawn out orgasm. And he’s buried deep as he can go inside my throat and he shakes…and cries out in this pleasure and pain and almost like anguish…I feel his body giving out and going rubbery and I turn us fast enough that he falls on his bed and I sink to my knees.

He’s panting almost to where he’s hyperventilating and drenched in sweat….and he’s still making noises…not even words just this feral man sort of whine. He had his fingers through my hair and now he’s just trying to recover and massaging my skull.

I saved a little bit to taste…actually not bad, not what I expected but not bad. It has a very umami thing to it.

I get up and slide onto the bed with him aching and sore. He looks at me still panting his eyes kind of wide and glassy.

“What the hell did you just do?”

“Gave you a blowjob.”

“I’ve had them before and they were nothing like this…I nearly had a stroke! I think I saw light…”

“I used my powers on you.”

“What!?”

“I pulled it all out as you were cumming.”

“You almost popped one of my testicles.”

“No…not even close…so you’re saying that you didn’t like it?”

“I don’t know Rikki; it wasn’t so much of an orgasm as a near death experience.”

“So you saw Jesus and he gave you a thumbs up?”

He starts laughing and it’s strangely off almost like younger or more free. He rolls over and he hugs me tight and spoons with me. “You’re nuts you know that?”

“I know, I’m good with that, made my peace with the flying spaghetti monster.”

He laughs again into my shoulder. “You make me feel things Rikki that I haven’t felt in…god what feels like forever…that, that was like loosing my virginity all over again.”

“Glad I could return the favor then.”

“No, I’m serious; I’ve never met anyone like you before…I’ve never dreamed a woman like you could even exist.”

“Jeff…”

“Sorry, I can’t help it…just can’t.”

I roll over to face him and kiss him. “Okay…just as long as you can take the bad with the good.”

I’m not sure how long I slept for after that snuggling into his arms and getting comfortable was a bit of a pain but once I did I drifted off into a deep sleep. It was actually having to pee that woke me up and Jeff was still out of it and I head off to his bathroom and do my business and take a shower and use some TK to keep water off of my wrist.

I snag the bag from under the bed and go out to the living room and start going through things and making some coffee at the same time. I take some and one of the take out menus he has and call in a delivery order a big one from this Korean place. I’ve heard of the food but all I know was they have this stuff called Kim chi and they do BBQ really well and I place a big order of stuff that sounds good on the menu.

I’m eating and counting things after paying the delivery guy and tipping him the change from a hundred so it was like a twenty buck tip. I like this shaved beef thing in black bean stuff that’s kind of BBQ like and there’s something like chow mien there too.

Jeff comes out sniffing and looks at the food and the coffee table. “Rikki? What’s that?”

“Korean food.”

“No, beside that.”

“Oh two hundred and thirty two thousand dollars.”

“……………………..”

“And a spiked mace.”

He blinks and blinks some more. He turns around and heads for the coffee. “And a spiked mace, of course there’s a spiked mace why would there be a spiked mace on my coffee table next to a quarter million dollars…”

It’s almost as funny as it was in the car as he pours himself a coffee and lightly bangs his forehead against the cupboard doors.

“C’mon Jeff grab some chopsticks and have a seat, it’s alright you’re just having a low blood sugar moment or something.”

I can’t help but give him a sunny smile as he’s glaring at me.