I had made Bran's list, and Adam put me in touch with a former soldier called Magnum, who was mainly a private detective in Hawaii but was a very versatile man. Magnum would be with me when I killed three more targets to get Reddington's attention and in a big way.
I had acquired a motorcycle card and a decent vehicle. Ducati Diavel 1260. It was perfect, and I bought it with my own money after nabbing a couple of targets that were fantastic value for money. Damon had said little about my bike, but I could tell sometimes he was jealous.
Damon was just leaving when Magnum came to the house to meet me and discuss what I was doing and whether it was wise. Adam had told me Magnum was a tight guy and was right for the job; why couldn't I do this with Damon? Well, it was just as Damon had another job lined up.
Magnum would come and assess me and my skills, as I was only a woman. I rolled my eyes when I heard that kind of man stuff. I was baking buns and bread in the kitchen when Adam opened the door, and Magnum came in. He walked behind Bran as he directed him into the kitchen and looked at me momentarily.
I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't taking me seriously, and I should just get on with the baking and be a good little bitch and let the men do the killing. This is where I learned what an asset my looks actually are; this tiny, slender, almost pre-teen-looking creature is so damn easy to ignore and underestimate.
He wasn't wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Magnum was wearing a white T-shirt, black jeans, and army shoes. He didn't really look like Tom Selleck or Jay Hernandez. He was plain-looking, and now I couldn't find any actor to play him.
His face was okay looking; he was very ordinary looking but professional. He was shorter than Damon and considerably more muscular, almost a bodybuilder. His look was professional when he looked at me.
But when Adam came out of his office, he opened the door from there, smiled at Magnum, and greeted him cheerfully. Apparently, they had an army background together. Magnum smiled, too, and the smile melted the hardness from Magnum's expression and brought out what I might call a captivating boyishness. Young-looking, it made Magnum anyway.
Then he came closer, looked me over, head to toe, and was not impressed. He was somewhat taken aback that I should be a dangerous killer. I wore a pink button-down shirt, a white bell skirt, and no socks or shoes. No apron, so I was a bit floured.
He asked me: " Are you the killer who should get Reddington's attention? I'm sure you'll get the attention, my love, but probably not what you expect."
My button-down shirt was skin-tight and showed my breasts. I'd been on Damon's feed, so I wasn't pretty miserably thin, and I was mildly even feminine.
Oh, this is one of those guys. All right, let's go. I thought I'd shake off any prejudices on this one right away. Little that I knew this guy would be with me through thick and thin, he would see me at my worst and in my best. He would be one of the most important people in my life and he still is.
I went over to the Magnum, held out my hand, and said, "Mimi Springcove, nice to meet you. Are you Thomas Magnum? Adam said you could be useful to these three victims, but I don't need a babysitter. "
Magnum took my hand, and I showed him what a good grip I had. I didn't quite break his hand, but I made it feel like his hand was about to break, and then I let go and kept my expression neutral. Magnum shook his hand and cursed.
Damon came into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of fresh buns; he had a bag with him, and he came and kissed me passionately right in front of Magnum. It was good not to let his hand go under my shirt.
He said, "I have to go now, baby. Be a good girl and don't break Magnum's hand. He's only human. You are mine, do you know that, my love?"
There was just a little edge in Damon's voice, indicating that he wasn't so taken with Magnum and saw him almost as a threat; as I said, Damon was very jealous.
I gave Damon a couple of buns and rolls to take with him and said, " Good luck with the job. We'll be here a few days before I can do my job."
Damon took the pastries and left, eating them as he went. Magnum watched momentarily and then grinned at me after Damon had gone.
Then he said: "Maybe you're not so hopeless, but I want to see you shoot first and then in the gym. Let's see if you're any good or if the only thing tough about you is your power of compression."
Really? This guy knows what he wants. That's great. I didn't say a word. I put my baked goods away nicely and just smiled sweetly as Adam led us to the shooting range. I would show him what I could do.
First, he looked at my gun. Glock got a satisfied grunt, but my little Beretta didn't do so much. Magnum gave me his gun, a big man's big gun: the Magnum Researcher, BFR revolver. It had a pretty damn hard kick, but I got results.
It was a heavy fucking revolver, but I was determined to show that I could shoot with a gun like a gun. Then he gave me a rifle, sniper stuff almost. I shot it, too, and I shot it well.
The crash course Adam had given me on disassembling various weapons and my practice at the range had given me decent skills at shooting a gun as a gun. But nothing is enough when you have instructors as demanding as Damon and Adam.
And when I had told them about few novels that I had read, they read them too, got many good ideas from there how to teach me even more.
Damon, in particular, was very strict about how well I actually had to be able to shoot. He had gotten me many different guns, pistols, revolvers, rifles, and even shotguns or automatic weapons. Machine guns almost, and he had given no mercy as I just had to learn to shoot and shoot well. So I had then learned.
My days were still spent learning, even though I had been doing gigs. Damon was an old creature and had been in many wars. He had guns and bullets, and he taught, and when he taught, he was all business, not a seducer. There was not much time for me laze around in bed. He had done now three more times that goddamn drugging thing and one time was in gym. Try to fight drugged, not blow up your rage but focus. He also taught me a few things about my body, and as he is my doctor, he had noticed that I could control somewhat my veins and heartbeat. Again, I had to learn to divert most of my blood go in my liver, to get rid of that drug, same time try to fend him off. Or practice shooting. Talk about multitasking.
Then, try to find time to seduce your boyfriend into a more relaxed mood so you can surprise him if the Lord is always around. He seems to have restless moods sometimes that take him wherever he goes. I remembered a Finnish song about it called Restless Winds.
Magnum said after the shooting, "Not bad, not bad at all. It was sloppy, but not as bad as I would have expected. She's talented. You're versatile, and you can shoot a gun like a gun, but you're sloppy when you think you're better than you are; you hit it that way, not always in the middle, so you should concentrate on aiming to kill with one bullet instead of eight."
Magnum told Adam as we went inside to eat first, and then it was time for the gym. "Let's see how this young lady does in the gym. I'm only human, but still I can be a match for her."
We went in, and first, we ate. Adam put the food on the table, and Damon had made me a lot of food and put it on the plates already, so Adam just heated up three enormous plates of food and brought them in front of me.
Magnum had a good look on his face as I waited for Adam to give me permission to go in and eat. Bran was in his study, and Samuel wasn't in the house, so the three of us ate alone. Magnum ate a portion fit for a man, and he watched open-mouthed as I quickly and efficiently wolfed down my food and had some dessert.
He said, "How on earth are you such a skinny little thing when you ate exactly what I eat in a week?"
I looked at Magnum and said, " My metabolism is about 5-7 times faster than yours, at least. So I'm burning calories and lots of them; not all food is absorbed nearly as well as a human's, so the food comes through. My feeding is about an art form, and Damon is pretty competent at it already. He's the one who feeds me."
Magnum nodded and said, "Well, let's see if we can fight over the food and see how it goes."
I nodded and stood up. I took my dishes to the dishwasher. I started walking towards the gym.
On the way to the gym, I thought this guy could talk so much, but fine. Let him talk. I don't mind. I'll go to the gym and smash that guy to the ground, and then we'll see if he's that arrogant. We went to the gym, and I changed into my workout clothes. I was ready and eager to show off my skills.
In addition to gun and shooting training, my coaches taught me how to fight. The biggest frustration there was again when I was improvising. I didn't do as I was taught, and I saw if I managed to get Damon down, he would get up like a panther and walk away.
Damon couldn't stand improvisation and the fact that it actually worked. A couple of times, he had gotten so angry that he had looked at me like a piece of meat and smelled like a wet dog. Adam was a bit more patient and studied what I was actually doing and tried to expect a bit.
Adam came up to me as I was walking downstairs.
He said, "Mimi, remember Magnum is only human. Take it easy. Don't hit him anywhere near full force. Try hitting me, and I'll tell you how hard you can hit."
I hit him several times, reducing the force until it felt like I was patting Adam. But humans are so fragile, and I had woken up almost all my muscles and had strength. With both enthusiasm and skill, I learned to enjoy fighting, and Adam used it as one of the ways to control my rage.
Of course I did not enjoy of those drugged sessions as much but then again, they were very important for me. Empower me, not keep me as victim.
We went to the gym. Magnum came to the gym wearing a tee shirt, sneakers, and jeans. I was ready when Magnum gave the signal. He was wiggling his fingers as if to show me that to come on.
I intended to kick a good, strong roundhouse and send him lying on the ground like I had done to Adam somewhere in between, and before I knew it, I was on my belly on the mat with my hands tied behind my back with a zip tie. My muscles were not working, and Magnum squatted and showed the Taser.
"A little handicap, missy, don't worry, I've got a lot of zip ties with me. Come on. Get loose."
Oh, fuck that. My rage was about to boil over, and well and truly, but I didn't let it. Instead, I wrenched my arms free and stood up. I was ready to strike again.
Magnum looked at me and said: "That was really sloppy. Really sloppy. But good, maybe I can get something out of you with the right training. I'm not going to the gig until I get that sweetheart to fight better. Sorry, baby."
I said nothing as I tried to kick him in the knee.
He dodged, kicked me in the side, swept my legs out from under me, hit me with a taser, put me back in the zip ties on my stomach, and said, "Sloppy, you're slow, arrogant, overconfident. Just because you're a werewolf doesn't automatically make you better than a human in a fight. You have your advantages, but you're not perfect. "
I pulled off the zip ties, stood up, and attacked again. Same result. And again. I was always just sloppy. This guy loved that word. He knew how to dodge a punch, and the fucking Taser always hit me. We fought. I tried to fight for hours, and I even got a couple of hits when I started to learn what I needed to watch out for in my opponent.
Finally, he said, " That's enough, break time, and I think you need food, judging by how your stomach is growling. "
Yeah, it was growling. First, I showered and changed my clothes. Then we went to dinner, and I ate a lot again.
Magnum told Adam, "Next, I'll see what I can teach the lady. She has a promise, but she needs coaching. "
Adam said, "Good deal, I'll leave you two alone then and go and make a few dozen calls. "
Adam's voice was somewhat bored- it was the kind of thing that if Bran were in the house, he would make Adam do whatever and almost force him.
We went on with the food. This time, Magnum really taught. First, the kicks. He showed me a kick, and I repeated it as he had shown me, but it was sloppy. He made me do that kick so many times that it was no longer sloppy. Then the punches. Same thing. One punch, and you had to know how to do it.
I seemed to gather men who loved to boss me around. But I didn't question, I didn't take out my rage, I learned, I did, I repeated.
He coached me for a week. I learned seven different punches and seven different kicks. One punch and kick a day. I was pretty exhausted after that week. We did go out to eat several times a day, and the coaching went on; it also included, as the days went on, I was doing kicks and punches in a series, and it had to be perfect; you couldn't be sloppy at all. He was enjoying to seeing my potential, and he was determined to wrench it out of me.
It did develop my muscles and my body quite a bit. I was exhausted, but then again, my body worked so much better when I got to use it.
Sunday night, when I returned from the gym and went upstairs to shower and get ready for dinner, I didn't even notice that Damon had returned and was lying there. He was lying on the bed in just his jeans, watching me wash up.
Then he said: "Yeah, baby, I gotta admit, I've got a pretty wonderful show going on right now."
I turned to look and was surprised to see him. I had missed him even though it wasn't even a full moon, and I realized my own deep feelings for Damon. I wanted to be his, and I wanted him to be mine. Somehow, the thought of him being with another woman made me feel jealous.
Oh yeah, let's do a little trick on the boyfriend. Now is a perfect time to make my new 1-0. I had been stubbornly abstinent in bed and suspected Damon was taking it easy elsewhere. He was a hot-blooded man. We had been together for well over a year, if not almost two years, so he was no monk. I didn't think he was celibate because of me. I was not thinking about it in any way other than trying to think clinically.
But somehow, I didn't want him to be with anyone else. Maybe it'll be great. I put a towel around me and another in my hair and strolled out of the bathroom. I was ready to give him the kind of homecoming he never expected.
I said quietly and seductively, " Did you like what you saw, Damon? I have one more surprise for you. Are you ready?"
Damon looked at me fiercely and, instead, surprised, said: "I am, baby. Show me what the surprise is. Go ahead, I'm ready. "
I went over to my dresser, grabbed the furry handcuffs, and said, " Are you sure, Damon, my boyfriend? Can I do anything? Do you trust me? This is a wild ride, then."
Damon nodded, and his eyes almost darkened with lust.
His breathing quickened, and he huskily said: "Go ahead, baby, show me."
I went and put Damon on his back and handcuffed his hands to the end of the bed. I felt the fluffy handcuffs on my hands as I tied him, and I did not doubt it now. I was ready, hoping to get this right because this was my first time.
He looked sexy in handcuffs. I knew those wouldn't hold him if he decided to. I got on the bed on top of him first and kissed him eagerly.
Then I went down a bit and started nibbling on his neck, his ear, biting it really hard so that I got some blood out. I went down, licked and nibbled, kissed his strong muscular chest, and let my hands roam, exploring his muscles, skin, and nipples.
I licked and nipped and got a reaction. Damon didn't say anything. He was at my mercy now, and I teased, seduced, tasted. He, too, hadn't been allowed to taste me this much. I hadn't let him, and now I was brave; I showed him how I do it first.
I started to flow all the way down, and I sharply pinched his waist and abdominal muscles, sometimes making small wounds by licking his blood. I teased him by licking his navel.
I went lower and lower and unzipped Damon's jeans, and he lifted his hips so I could get them off. I did this slowly. Then I started to taste. I tasted Damon's huge cock for the first time, and I licked, sucked it from the glans I had in my mouth, and used my teeth.
I let my teeth feel as I sucked. I used my tongue and also my hands, rubbing the shaft of the dick as I did so, watching Damon's reaction. Sharp breaths and strongly contracting muscles told me I was on the right track. His stomach muscles contracted, and he gasped, drawing breath between his teeth. His eyes were closed with pleasure.
I picked up the pace. With more teeth and stronger suction, I used more of my tongue on this hot, hard cock. It tasted a little like passionfruit, and I felt Damon's thigh muscles contract at the same time. At the same time, I was again scratching Damon's balls with my nails and rubbing the shaft of his cock, keeping my grip tight, teasing. I knew Damon would give a lot of bump when I made him come, and I was prepared to swallow as much as I could.
A bump is not semen. It's the fluid that a male werewolf makes for his female. It nourishes and nurtures. When a werewolf couple has sex, the male actually fills the uterus so that the bump drains from the fallopian tubes into the abdominal cavity, where it is completely absorbed.
It's internal nourishment, love nourishment, so to speak. The male smells the deficiencies of the female and does the kind of stuff that actually makes up for it. He helps, nurtures and cares for his female. The male has his own organ where the bump is made and where it is stored.
It's a pretty big bag in the male abdominal cavity, on the right lower stomach. And I had actually felt it now in Damon's stomach when I was teasing him, so I knew there was lots of stuff coming.
I had suspected for a while that Damon would want to make me a bump, so now I decided to taste it at least, because according to the anatomy book, a man only makes a bump for a particular female, regardless of how many the male actually has sex with.
It takes an emotional relationship, too, with genuine feelings. So if Damon has at any point made a bump, it's probably for me. He had done it, and I was going to enjoy what my male had done to me.
I could feel how close Damon was to coming. He had ripped off the handcuffs early on. He was panting pretty hard now, and his thighs were shaking. I felt him start to come, and I took his cock as deep into my throat as I could and started to swallow.
I felt like I was swallowing by the gallon, and Damon was breathing fast and hard. His muscles were still tense, contracting hard before the flood in my throat stopped. I swallowed the last drops and nibbled some more on the tip of his glans before I stood up, grabbed my clothes, and went to the bathroom to get dressed.
I didn't have time to take the towel off before the bathroom door was flung open. Damon was naked, his eyes dark with lust. He didn't say a word when he came in, and he lifted me in his arms and carried me naked to the bed.
And said: "We're not going all the way yet, baby, you can be sure, but after this last stunt, it's starting to feel a little rough even for you."
He gave no mercy, and I didn't put up a fight.
He laid me on my back, spread my legs, and tasted me. He almost came on top of me, kissed me, and ate my ear and my neck. I was under him, my legs spread, trapped, and he nibbled, pinched, kissed. He found my breasts, my nipples, and bit them, licked them until I felt like I was coming.
He kept going down. Tasting every side of my body, biting and licking, he also made little wounds, licked my blood and made me squirm on the bed, then he spread my legs even more wide and blew into my pussy first, teasing. He pushed his tongue deep into my pussy and moved it back and forth, again rubbing it against the roof of my pussy, teasing my G-spot.
I exploded mercilessly and bit my lip to keep from screaming out loud. He felt no mercy as he continued, even as waves of orgasm still pounded through my stomach and pussy. He did things to my clit with his lips that I didn't know existed. I exploded again.
He also used his fingers. Now he pushed two fingers inside me, spread them on my pussy and made me come again. He nibbled. Sucked. Licked. Until I had come four times. The entire room smelled of strawberries and champagne. I was soaked with sweat, I couldn't speak a word.
Then he stood up, put on his pants, and said: "Oh, I like the taste of that strawberry and champagne, baby. Come and eat and then you can take a shower if you want to after we've eaten. "
He looked at me with satisfaction, smug as he'd just shown me what he could make me feel with his mouth and two fingers, so what would it be, the thing itself, something that would probably blow my mind?
He went downstairs to eat. I put on my clothes with trembling feet and knew that this time it was 1-0 to Damon. The smell of strawberry and champagne was distinct. Bran, Adam, Samuel, and Magnum were all eating, and I think even Magnum knew what had just happened; my nightshirt was loose, and I was wearing a dressing gown as my nipples had not yet recovered, and I didn't want to show them off to Magnum.
Damon was chatting to Magnum in a very matter-of-fact way, mainly about my performance and how he had coached me, and Damon laughed when Magnum told him how I had been on the floor in a zip tie.
I ate my supper and didn't look at my boyfriend's smug expression any longer than I had to. Tomorrow, Magnum and I would leave as early as six o'clock to drive towards the first victims that would lead me to Reddington.
These were the victims that Magnum said Reddington had failed to kill. So, if I took these guys out of the game, I would almost certainly get Reddington's attention.
We slept upstairs, me on my smug boyfriend's lap. It had been quite a Sunday, and in the morning I would have to get up at 5am as we had a drive, anyway. But we had taken another step closer together, and I was safe in Damon's arms.