“Remote (Cont’d): The Principle” By Robin Chappell

Sierra Lionne

I breathed in the cool air as I looked on towards the horizon. Fisherman with tight dark skin and strong muscular arms tossed their nets and pole lines into Yawri Bay and talked back and forth to each other in Krio. Their skin glistened beneath the bright sun and I sat not too far away in dark shades and a black wide brimmed hat, adorning a simple sundress like I was a tourist with no specific purpose or destination. My brown hair lay in soft natural curls that I often twirled through my fingers when thinking. At this moment a lot of things were on my mind. I admired the fisherman and their strong physiques, remembering I had not had sex in more than five years or less. Memories of Will flooded my mind and I could feel every emotion now that I was in a calm location and able to sit down and think about all that had transpired in just the last 48 hours.

I sat up and looked straight ahead when a random Black guy came and sat down on the bench facing the other direction. I could see him through my peripheral and that he was wearing a dark suit, dark shades and had jet black hair cut into a fade. He was out of place in this location and in this weather and I wondered how many buckets of sweat he’d created just walking over here. One thing was for certain, he smelled good as hell!

He cleared his throat and continued to look ahead.

“Should I call you Doctor Hartley or Justice Young? I’m sure it’s changed once again…”

I froze and never said a word, maintaining my composure as I let him continue in his low baritone voice.

“You are quite to hard find when no one is really looking for you…but for a billion dollars…I certainly found you…again.”

“Well that’s because you know me by now…and how much I love water.”

Vince Cray had to be the only guy that could track me down and always came with the bullshit as if I cared that I was wanted and my head was worth a fortune…alive. He didn’t know whether he wanted to turn me in or remain fascinated by my skill and talented ability to stay out of sight and out of range for years at a time, because the crazy part was that for some reason he was the world’s top assassin and he had not killed me yet, nor had he told anyone where I was for the reward.

“It wasn’t that easy this time, you know. You’re getting better at hiding your scent.”

“Is there something in particular that you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked through gritted teeth while still smiling like everything was all good. This is always the worst part about being on the run, never knowing just how long you could be at some type of peace before someone came and crashed the entire foundation down. The one that I ever think is strong enough to completely shut everyone out. There was too much technology, too many cameras, and nerdy ass experts bored enough (some even rich enough) to hunt me down.

Then there was this guy! I can’t even put a label on him and he’s just really an absolute pain in my ass.. I couldn’t just kill him in the open and blow my cover and he never came around to kill me. It’s was as if he honestly just shows up to let me know that he’s watching me and that he had the authority to do whatever he saw fit with the most wanted target on the planet. A big ass cat toying with a mouse someone pumped with steroids. I knew at this point, he adored our little game and it’s what he lived for! So, therefore…how could he ever live without me? So trust I was never afraid, just irritated.

“Aren’t you just going to do it this time?” I glared at him, turning my full attention toward his solid physique. I found myself licking my lips when my gaze moved down the glisten of his strong dark neck. I watched the vessels move in and out, up and down as he breathed slowly and contemplated his response to my statement. His heart rate was heightening sitting near me and I wondered if he knew that he often did the same to me.

“I could have killed you an hour ago.” He stated it with no emotion, continuing to look on toward the water beyond the horizon.

“And yet…HERE I AM!” I practically shouted loud enough for the fisherman to look up and avert their attention our way. This was on purpose and I could see the perplexed look in his face at the risk I’d just taken. Something in me was amused and I could feel the goosebumps on my skin from being so anxious about what he would do about it…

With a shake of his head and a chuckle he tossed an index card and small envelope my way, rose from the bench, and walked away in the opposite direction that he’d come without another word. I waited at least five minutes before picking it up from the bench beside me and unfolding it’s contents. My face twisted into fear and shock as I read the words and eyed the photos that dropped into my lap, but I kept my composure and folded all of the documents before pulling a lighter from my pocket, setting it all on fire, and dropping it into the waste bin nearby, I could barely catch my breath and hyperventilated as I took a brisk walk around the bay before boarding the nearby luxury cruise liner I’d been waiting for the entire time. I stumbled near the docks and clutched my chest in an attempt to steady my breathing and relax before boarding a ship to take a cruise for nearly two weeks.

The ship would take many tourist stops in other locations, but the only thing that concerned me was that it would make it’s final stop in Australia. That was my next destination and what was better than being “down under”? I figured that nobody could track me there but I was wrong before I could even know what being even a little right felt like. I boarded the ship with no luggage, no life, a fake I.D. and my dignity. My large shades hid my face, along with the scarf wrapped around my head like I’d stepped out of the 60’s. I awkwardly greeted everyone who came my way with a shy smile and head nod as I finally found my way to a spacious suite with a large balcony that overlooked the entire ocean.

I exhaled and thought out my next step to becoming invisible again, but one thing was certain…Vince was going to always be my problem until I found a way to fix it. I cringed as I thought about the photos of Will that Vince obviously retrieved by making his way into my home after The Survs got to him. It was disturbing how close he’d gotten to Will’s deadened facial expression and limp body. He was tied to the chair the same way I’d left him, except with his head blown open.

I suddenly rushed to the bathroom when I felt the chunks of vomit rise in my throat. I’endured seeing many things at this point, but seeing the man I love and nearly married mutilated like that was something no one could ever prepare themselves for. I was really planning to spend the rest of my life with him and now he was only a memory and had gotten caught up because of the pain he felt from me suddenly leaving him and attempting to help the wrong people find me.

I wiped my mouth in exhaustion and let my head rest on my arm over the toilet after flushing down my small lunch of mango and melon from earlier. What in the hell was I supposed to do now? It was as if so many pieces of my life were being exposed and eliminated all for this damn chip! I rinsed my mouth with the cool water cupped in my hands from the faucet. I wanted to cry when I looked at myself in the vanity mirror above the sink. I looked drained and like I lived the life of a person on the run from EVERYTHING. There was nothing relaxed about me and every move I made was frantic, frigid, unplanned, and life threatening at this point.

I was becoming sloppy and desperate to just be out of everyone’s way that I didn’t realize I was only putting myself in more harms way.

I needed a long hot bath, food. and sleep just to make it through the next thought in my head. I never even made it to the food I ordered and when I sat on the bed, before I knew it my body slumped over into a deep and unexpected sleep that went on through the whole night and late into the next day.

I outstretched my arms and let out a long yawn before opening my eyes and emerging from beneath the thick white comforter to invite the sun into my cabin and onto my freckled caramel face. I felt as if I’d gotten the best sleep ever with my curls all over my head like a lion. I smiled from ear to ear before turning over and shrieking in fright when I met the face of Vince sitting up in the recliner chair across the room. His hands were clasped and legs were folded like he’d made some observational notes about my sleep process like he was some type of physician.

“How long have you been sitting there??” I asked in astonishment. I brought the white sheets up to my chest and covered my breasts although I was wearing a bra.

“Long enough to know that your dreams are going to haunt you the rest of your life.” He never cracked a smile or took his gaze from mine and slowly rose from the chair. I scrambled backwards towards the headboard and eyed his every move as he slowly walked over to me.

His tailored gray suit never moved an inch and was ironed so crisply I wanted to inquire about his dry cleaning.

“Get out of my room.” I bravely stated before I knew it. He looked at me as if I’d lost my mind and before I knew what was happening I was grabbed up by my throat in one swift motion and thrown against the headboard like a rag doll. I winced in pain and heard a ringing in my ears, then I realized he was standing over me with my neck still in one large hand…slowly pressing down my airway bit by bit and staring into my eyes so deeply while taking large grunting breaths that I thought my soul might have been stolen by his. Desperation entered my eyes and the room began to fade. I began flailing my arms and legs in an attempt to fight for my life and I realized I had only seconds until unconsciousness. I didn’t come this far to lose my life now…on a cruise liner.

“You know, I do believe I am the only thing that is keeping you from living this relaxing runaway life you decided to live after becoming a terrorist and a traitor to your own country…sis. You’re wanted everywhere and there were SO MANY times I could have taken your life and gotten it over with, but if I didn’t have you to track down, what else would I do with my life?” He shrugged like I was the only thing keeping him from being bored with everything.

I was right.

My chest tightened and I could feel my oxygen being cut off as I thrashed and scratched at his arms, drawing small streaks of blood. He suddenly let go of my neck in one motion and pushed me on the bed. I rolled over and violently coughed, sucking in air and gaining my composure while he watched me in a strange way. I scrambled away from him until I was backed against the headboard holding my neck with both hands and fear in my eyes.

I saw concern for a brief moment before his face turned to stone again. Emotionless. Numb.

“Look I’m sorry. I just wanted you to know…”

My eyes widened at his sudden empathy and my face grew heated with anger. I felt as if my cheeks were crimson red and certainly knew my neck was.

“What the fuck?! Know what?” I practically screamed at the top of my lungs now that I could breathe normally again.

“You’re the only assignment I’ve never killed.”

I looked up at him in confusion and shook my head.

He stood at the end of the bed now, pacing back and forth.

“You’re psycho and you just almost did kill me. You need to leave.” I stated sternly in a low tone while pointing at the door.

“You’re a doctor, you know good and well the point you were about to lose consciousness and die. Low and behold…you’re still here.”

He straightened his suit jacket and grunted in sarcasm but he slowly made his way to the door before suddenly stopping.

He turned around in deep thought and walked to the bed like he had something else to say but never let a word escape his lips.

I looked at him as he slowly removed his jacket and eased up on me until he was only inches away from my face. He smells so damn good. He took in my hair and the features on my face like he was observing every details…taking mental photos of each freckle, mole, and blemish. My breathing grew hollow and more noticeable as my breasts rose up and down in a rhythmic motion that made him roughly grab one with his right hand then touch on my pussy with the other.

I didn’t fight back or tell him to go, my body grew weak and excited at the same time and a deep moan escaped my lips immediately. I came in less than two minutes when he brought his hand to my neck again, this time gently squeezing the sides…making my blood flow. He began caressing my clitoris in circles to the ultimate climax when he stared into my eyes and demanded me to come on his fingers and “let it all out”. I was getting so turned on I was ready! I gyrated on his hand and grabbed for his hard dick, which look promisingly thick and long through his pants;but as soon as I did, he strangely stopped everything out of nowhere, grabbed his jacket and rose from the bed.

I still sat back gasping and getting the sheets wet, leaking and wondering where the hell he was going. His dark eyes lowered when he looked at me and flicked the largest tongue I’d ever seen across my juices that were dripping from his fingers before walking out.

I nearly came again in that moment as I rushed to take a shower.

What the hell was that??

I was at a loss for words as I touched on my body and thought of his tongue wrapping around his large fingers. That devious “fuck look” he gave me made it no better.

This was new. This sexual game we started was unexpected and I was questioning the entire situation now. He could have planned it all along to throw me off and turn me in once he fucked me into exhaustion. I shook my head in the shower, scolding myself for being so naive.

“Get it together woman! We have a mission to complete.”

I then began trying to tame the tingles down my spine with a cold shower…

Taste

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It’s all over your face

You love the way it tastes

Your favorite flavor to indulge in

So moist and rich it’s a decadent sin

Ensuring that you never waste one drop

Even if you could you would never stop

Smooth like milk and honey

Sweet and runny

Licking any traces from your fingertips

Then your fingers part my lips

Inviting me to taste a few of my sips

Flowing like nectar from a honey bee

An addiction always bringing you down to your knees

Most times you just face it

Other times you dive right in

Without it you get impatient

Demanding to know when you’ll have it again

It’s all over your face

You love the way it tastes…

“Hurts So Good”

Robin Chappell

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Across my glowing face spreads a smile of deep satisfaction

Hours crawling by and I am still possessing uncontrollable reactions

Vivid memories flash through my unsettling head

I clench my legs together reflecting on thoughts of you in my bed

My skin adorning discrete and small marks of unmerciful passion

I wear them proudly throughout my day as if they are a new fashion

Aches and pains. Whip lashes and neck strains

Secret reminders from you for just a few days will remain

And it all hurts so damn good with only a small price to pay

Constantly looking forward to the odds and ends of you in my day

Releasing sexual frustrations on to me during several occasions

So much passion and chemistry, others question our stares and relations

Once your strong hands get a grip on my body I always lose control

Obligingly, you cater to my fetish for pain

I beg of you to never take it easy on me or feel like you need refrain

Treat my body as if it is impossible to break

Screaming out your name like I’m insane

You’re heightening my pleasures as you always should

You give me what I want

You push me to my limits

I’m never too shy to admit it and how it HURTS SO GOOD!