One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train - Chapter 15
I didn't realize that I haven't updated this story since March 9th. And I left that chapter with a cliffhanger. So, sorry about that.
Chapter Fifteen: A Unique Interrogation Method
As Mystique started to reach into his pants, Logan grabbed her and yanked her to her feet.
“Not here. Not in an alley, like some whore,” he told her.
“What did you have in mind, stud?”
“Let’s go back to your hotel where we can have more privacy,” Logan responded.
“Well, now that you mention it, a nice soft bed would be so much nicer than against a brick wall.”
“Wait. Are you alone?”
“I can handle things without bringing a small army.”
“No Sabretooth?”
“I’m traveling incognito and Victor doesn’t exactly blend into a crowd.”
“What about your slimy little buddy Toad?”
“Toad? Please. The first sign of any real danger and he wets his pants. I’d end up having to protect his ass. No, I’m alone - all alone.”
“Okay then, let’s go.”
Logan followed Mystique to a limousine waiting at the end of the alley. He hesitated momentarily, debating on whether or not he could trust her not to be leading him into a trap.
“I realize it’s not the piece of shit camper you’re used to traveling in. Hope you don’t mind?”
“That thing got a bar?”
“Of course.” Then stepping in close to him, she said seductively, “You don’t have to get me drunk first, you know?”
“No, it’s for me.”
“Really, Wolverine, you act like this is gonna be unpleasant. I’m insulted.”
“Gee, I didn’t think that was possible. Sensitivity part of your new ‘look’?”
“If you don’t like the current form, I can be whoever you want me to be. I could even be Jean Grey. Didn’t you have a thing for her?”
“I got over it.”
“What about the other teenager with you? Kitty Pryde, I believe. Any fantasies about banging her?”
“Not lately.”
“I could even be your sweet little Rogue, if you wanna pretend you’re being faithful.”
“Your present form will do okay for what I have in mind.”
“Like it? I copied Playboy’s Miss July. So glad you approve.”
“Just get in the car.”
“My, my, my aren’t we in a hurry?”
They got into the limo where Logan immediately poured himself a scotch and swallowed it in one gulp then poured himself another. Soon the limo was pulling up in front of the Westminster Hotel on the Place Vendome. Riding up in the elevator, he tried to ignore Mystique as she pressed herself into him and ran one hand over his chest as the other caressed his butt.
They were barely in her suite, when she pulled him into a heated kiss.
“Take it easy, Mystique. It’s not a race to see who can get off the quickest.”
“Sorry, baby, just in a hurry to get you inside me,” she moaned, “I’ve wanted you ever since that night on the Statute of Liberty.”
“Getting three claws through the gut turns you on? Hey, whatever works.”
“That wasn’t very nice of you. So here’s your opportunity to make it up to me. I’d much rather fuck you than fight you any day,” Mystique told him as she started pushing him down onto the couch, “I’d rather make you come than make you bleed.”
“Not so fast, darlin’. Do you wanna quick fuck or do you wanna be made love to…nice and slowly?” Logan asked seductively.
“I wanna find out how that healing factor of yours affects your stamina,” she replied.
“Then I hope you don’t have any other plans for the next few hours,” he warned her.
Mystique let out a sigh as she wrapped herself around Logan and pulled his head down to crush his mouth to hers. Swinging her up into his arms, he walked them into the bedroom of the suite. Setting her down in front of the large bed, he looked her up and down wickedly.
“Nice outfit. Take it off,” he ordered.
“It’s Dior by John Galliano,” Mystique informed him.
“Yeah, well it’s gonna be ‘shredded by Wolverine’ in about ten seconds.”
“Too bad this is one of my favorite outfits or I’d let you do that. Sounds like fun.”
“The quicker you get out of it, the sooner I’ll show you something you’ll really enjoy.”
Mystique peeled the dress off quickly, followed by her black lace bra and finally her black thong panties, which she stuffed into his jacket pocket.
“Souvenir.”
Finally she was standing naked before him.
“A little overdressed, aren’t you?” she said, indicating his still clothed status.
Logan shrugged off the leather jacket, peeled the turtleneck off in one swift movement and dropped his pants. Standing there in just his briefs, he let her explore his chest with well-manicured fingertips.
“So, so beautiful,” Mystique murmured, as she slid one hand lower. Reaching into the band of his briefs, she wrapped her hand around his cock.
“Good God, Wolverine, you could hurt a girl with this thing.”
“Never had any complaints so far.”
“Any survivors?”
“You may not be able to walk for a while when I’m done with you, but you’ll live.”
Yanking the briefs down sharply, she grabbed hold of Logan and pulled him so they fell onto the bed. Burying her face in his neck, she began pressing open-mouthed kisses to the pulse points as her hands started exploring his magnificent physique. Kissing her way onto his face, she ran her tongue over his lips. When he parted them slightly she took the opportunity to sink her tongue into the warm recesses of his mouth. Taking one of his hands, she placed it on her breast while she wrapped her long legs around his muscular ones. Logan flicked his thumb over her nipple making it hardened beneath his touch. When she finally released his mouth, he kissed his way down onto her neck, licking at the delicate hollow of her throat.
“Oh, God,” Mystique moaned.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” Logan promised.
Mystique was writhing and moaning beneath him, begging him to enter her.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard,” she begged.
Logan moved his hand up to her throat in what she assumed was a caress. Instead, he closed his fingers around her windpipe and squeezed, not too gently. Mystique’s eyes flew open as she realized that he’d conned her.
“Tell me who you’re meeting with or else I’ll snap you like a twig,” he growled.
Mystique struggled for a moment, and then understanding her efforts were in vain, relaxed under his powerful grip.
“I’m not telling you anything. Erik will kill me if I do,” she choked out.
“He can or I can. It’s your choice,” Logan growled menacingly, as his grip tightened slightly, enough to leave a bruise.
“Emma Frost. I’m meeting with Emma Frost,” Mystique gasped, fighting for breath. “Now let me go, you fucking savage.”
He loosened his grip on her neck, but still kept her pinned beneath him.
“Where are you meeting her?” he asked, pining her arms above her head, both of her wrists trapped in one of his large hands.
“Stick your dick in me and then I’ll tell you.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Please, Wolverine. Come on.”
“I’m only gonna ask you nicely one more time. Where are you meeting Emma?” Logan asked, as he started to tighten his grip on her throat again.
“At the Haute Couture Show at the end of the week,” Mystique finally answered.
“Where’s she staying?”
“I’m just supposed to meet her at the show. I’ve no way of contacting her before then. Now get off me, you’re goddamn heavy,” she whined.
“Gee, you weren’t complaining a few minutes ago.”
“Yeah, well that’s when I thought you were gonna fuck me, not choke me.”
“I wouldn’t fuck you with Scott Summers’ dick. In fact, if just the three of us were stranded together on a deserted island, I’d bend him over and do him before I’d do you.”
“Asshole!” Mystique spat out.
“Oh, don’t call me names, you’ll hurt my feelings,” Logan mocked.
“I’d like to do more than hurt your feelings, you double-crossing prick.”
“You didn’t honestly think I was actually gonna go slumming with you?”
“You’re an idiot. You don’t know what you’ve missed.”
“I’m sure I’ll be crying my eyes out and kicking myself later,” Logan retorted, as he released her wrists.
Just then Mystique softened a little. “The least you could do is kiss it better,” she pouted, indicating her bruised throat.
Sliding off the bed and yanking Mystique to her feet, he tossed her in the direction of her clothes.
“Get dressed,” he commanded, as he reached for his own clothes.
Redressed, Logan prepared to leave. At the door to the suite, he turned to Mystique and said one final thing to the irate shapeshifter.
“By the way, Miss July wasn’t a natural blonde,” he informed her and with a laugh, he opened the door and was gone, leaving Mystique standing there fuming, bruised and unsatisfied.
As Logan exited the hotel, he pressed Mystique’s black lace panties into the hand of the ancient old doorman.
“The hot blonde in suite 15 sent these down for you and asked me to tell you that as soon as you get a break, to go on up,” Logan informed him with a wink.
“Moi, monsieur?” The doorman asked, pointing at himself.
Logan slapped him on the chest. “She’s hot for you, bub.”
The doorman leaned into Logan and said in a conspiratorial voice, “She did give me, how do you say - ‘the eye’?”
“Go get her, tiger,” Logan told him, somehow managing to suppress the urge to laugh.
Stepping onto the sidewalk, he started in the direction of his own hotel and the only woman he wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed with and every day after that.
Chapter Fifteen: A Unique Interrogation Method
As Mystique started to reach into his pants, Logan grabbed her and yanked her to her feet.
“Not here. Not in an alley, like some whore,” he told her.
“What did you have in mind, stud?”
“Let’s go back to your hotel where we can have more privacy,” Logan responded.
“Well, now that you mention it, a nice soft bed would be so much nicer than against a brick wall.”
“Wait. Are you alone?”
“I can handle things without bringing a small army.”
“No Sabretooth?”
“I’m traveling incognito and Victor doesn’t exactly blend into a crowd.”
“What about your slimy little buddy Toad?”
“Toad? Please. The first sign of any real danger and he wets his pants. I’d end up having to protect his ass. No, I’m alone - all alone.”
“Okay then, let’s go.”
Logan followed Mystique to a limousine waiting at the end of the alley. He hesitated momentarily, debating on whether or not he could trust her not to be leading him into a trap.
“I realize it’s not the piece of shit camper you’re used to traveling in. Hope you don’t mind?”
“That thing got a bar?”
“Of course.” Then stepping in close to him, she said seductively, “You don’t have to get me drunk first, you know?”
“No, it’s for me.”
“Really, Wolverine, you act like this is gonna be unpleasant. I’m insulted.”
“Gee, I didn’t think that was possible. Sensitivity part of your new ‘look’?”
“If you don’t like the current form, I can be whoever you want me to be. I could even be Jean Grey. Didn’t you have a thing for her?”
“I got over it.”
“What about the other teenager with you? Kitty Pryde, I believe. Any fantasies about banging her?”
“Not lately.”
“I could even be your sweet little Rogue, if you wanna pretend you’re being faithful.”
“Your present form will do okay for what I have in mind.”
“Like it? I copied Playboy’s Miss July. So glad you approve.”
“Just get in the car.”
“My, my, my aren’t we in a hurry?”
They got into the limo where Logan immediately poured himself a scotch and swallowed it in one gulp then poured himself another. Soon the limo was pulling up in front of the Westminster Hotel on the Place Vendome. Riding up in the elevator, he tried to ignore Mystique as she pressed herself into him and ran one hand over his chest as the other caressed his butt.
They were barely in her suite, when she pulled him into a heated kiss.
“Take it easy, Mystique. It’s not a race to see who can get off the quickest.”
“Sorry, baby, just in a hurry to get you inside me,” she moaned, “I’ve wanted you ever since that night on the Statute of Liberty.”
“Getting three claws through the gut turns you on? Hey, whatever works.”
“That wasn’t very nice of you. So here’s your opportunity to make it up to me. I’d much rather fuck you than fight you any day,” Mystique told him as she started pushing him down onto the couch, “I’d rather make you come than make you bleed.”
“Not so fast, darlin’. Do you wanna quick fuck or do you wanna be made love to…nice and slowly?” Logan asked seductively.
“I wanna find out how that healing factor of yours affects your stamina,” she replied.
“Then I hope you don’t have any other plans for the next few hours,” he warned her.
Mystique let out a sigh as she wrapped herself around Logan and pulled his head down to crush his mouth to hers. Swinging her up into his arms, he walked them into the bedroom of the suite. Setting her down in front of the large bed, he looked her up and down wickedly.
“Nice outfit. Take it off,” he ordered.
“It’s Dior by John Galliano,” Mystique informed him.
“Yeah, well it’s gonna be ‘shredded by Wolverine’ in about ten seconds.”
“Too bad this is one of my favorite outfits or I’d let you do that. Sounds like fun.”
“The quicker you get out of it, the sooner I’ll show you something you’ll really enjoy.”
Mystique peeled the dress off quickly, followed by her black lace bra and finally her black thong panties, which she stuffed into his jacket pocket.
“Souvenir.”
Finally she was standing naked before him.
“A little overdressed, aren’t you?” she said, indicating his still clothed status.
Logan shrugged off the leather jacket, peeled the turtleneck off in one swift movement and dropped his pants. Standing there in just his briefs, he let her explore his chest with well-manicured fingertips.
“So, so beautiful,” Mystique murmured, as she slid one hand lower. Reaching into the band of his briefs, she wrapped her hand around his cock.
“Good God, Wolverine, you could hurt a girl with this thing.”
“Never had any complaints so far.”
“Any survivors?”
“You may not be able to walk for a while when I’m done with you, but you’ll live.”
Yanking the briefs down sharply, she grabbed hold of Logan and pulled him so they fell onto the bed. Burying her face in his neck, she began pressing open-mouthed kisses to the pulse points as her hands started exploring his magnificent physique. Kissing her way onto his face, she ran her tongue over his lips. When he parted them slightly she took the opportunity to sink her tongue into the warm recesses of his mouth. Taking one of his hands, she placed it on her breast while she wrapped her long legs around his muscular ones. Logan flicked his thumb over her nipple making it hardened beneath his touch. When she finally released his mouth, he kissed his way down onto her neck, licking at the delicate hollow of her throat.
“Oh, God,” Mystique moaned.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” Logan promised.
Mystique was writhing and moaning beneath him, begging him to enter her.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard,” she begged.
Logan moved his hand up to her throat in what she assumed was a caress. Instead, he closed his fingers around her windpipe and squeezed, not too gently. Mystique’s eyes flew open as she realized that he’d conned her.
“Tell me who you’re meeting with or else I’ll snap you like a twig,” he growled.
Mystique struggled for a moment, and then understanding her efforts were in vain, relaxed under his powerful grip.
“I’m not telling you anything. Erik will kill me if I do,” she choked out.
“He can or I can. It’s your choice,” Logan growled menacingly, as his grip tightened slightly, enough to leave a bruise.
“Emma Frost. I’m meeting with Emma Frost,” Mystique gasped, fighting for breath. “Now let me go, you fucking savage.”
He loosened his grip on her neck, but still kept her pinned beneath him.
“Where are you meeting her?” he asked, pining her arms above her head, both of her wrists trapped in one of his large hands.
“Stick your dick in me and then I’ll tell you.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Please, Wolverine. Come on.”
“I’m only gonna ask you nicely one more time. Where are you meeting Emma?” Logan asked, as he started to tighten his grip on her throat again.
“At the Haute Couture Show at the end of the week,” Mystique finally answered.
“Where’s she staying?”
“I’m just supposed to meet her at the show. I’ve no way of contacting her before then. Now get off me, you’re goddamn heavy,” she whined.
“Gee, you weren’t complaining a few minutes ago.”
“Yeah, well that’s when I thought you were gonna fuck me, not choke me.”
“I wouldn’t fuck you with Scott Summers’ dick. In fact, if just the three of us were stranded together on a deserted island, I’d bend him over and do him before I’d do you.”
“Asshole!” Mystique spat out.
“Oh, don’t call me names, you’ll hurt my feelings,” Logan mocked.
“I’d like to do more than hurt your feelings, you double-crossing prick.”
“You didn’t honestly think I was actually gonna go slumming with you?”
“You’re an idiot. You don’t know what you’ve missed.”
“I’m sure I’ll be crying my eyes out and kicking myself later,” Logan retorted, as he released her wrists.
Just then Mystique softened a little. “The least you could do is kiss it better,” she pouted, indicating her bruised throat.
Sliding off the bed and yanking Mystique to her feet, he tossed her in the direction of her clothes.
“Get dressed,” he commanded, as he reached for his own clothes.
Redressed, Logan prepared to leave. At the door to the suite, he turned to Mystique and said one final thing to the irate shapeshifter.
“By the way, Miss July wasn’t a natural blonde,” he informed her and with a laugh, he opened the door and was gone, leaving Mystique standing there fuming, bruised and unsatisfied.
As Logan exited the hotel, he pressed Mystique’s black lace panties into the hand of the ancient old doorman.
“The hot blonde in suite 15 sent these down for you and asked me to tell you that as soon as you get a break, to go on up,” Logan informed him with a wink.
“Moi, monsieur?” The doorman asked, pointing at himself.
Logan slapped him on the chest. “She’s hot for you, bub.”
The doorman leaned into Logan and said in a conspiratorial voice, “She did give me, how do you say - ‘the eye’?”
“Go get her, tiger,” Logan told him, somehow managing to suppress the urge to laugh.
Stepping onto the sidewalk, he started in the direction of his own hotel and the only woman he wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed with and every day after that.