by Jesse Jordan
“I don’t fuck for money! And I certainly don’t fuck on command or for my life!” Stephen yells back, getting to his feet. “I fuck who I want to, when I want to, and how I fucking want to!”
“You might not always have that option,” I fume, poking him in the chest. “If we have to infiltrate a sex club owned by the Circle, you might have to fuck for your life. You go into one of those places to find your target, you might have to fuck a girl, a man, a grandmother or worse. You think you’re just going to be able to pull your alpha male schtick and fucking walk out of those places? You’ll be dead before you can get your fucking tie on.”
“Have you?” Stephen asks, his voice quiet but intense. “Have you fucked because it was your life or your job?”
“What do you fucking think?” I growl back. “You think I wanted to fuck that seventy year old man that I killed two years ago? Or the company president so I could get access to his finances? Most of my life I’ve had to fuck for my life, MI6 or Network or not!”
“Is that what this is?” Stephen asks, getting up and in my face. “Fuck or die?”
“It could be,” I threaten. “But I’m going to help you.”
This time, it’s me who jumps into Stephen’s arms, kissing him hard and running my hands over his chest. He resists me, pushing me away for a moment before grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me with him. “Not here.”
Stephen drags me, literally, to my guest bedroom that he’s using, throwing open the door and shoving me across to land on the bed. The mattress hits me in the legs and I’m bent over, and I freeze, looking back at him. “Well?”
Stephen stops and grabs my pants, yanking them down and exposing my ass to the air, my panties still wet and the scent of my arousal filling the room quickly as he squeezes and rubs, my ass warming and I moan thickly. “Mmmm, fuck you’re good.”
“Now this is something I could fuck,” he growls, pinning me to the bed with his body. I can feel his cock pressing against my ass, and a thrill goes through me. Could he be...?
“Please...” I moan, shocking myself. When was the last time I asked for anything in bed? “Spank me?”
Stephen licks my ear, a hot thrill running through me as his tongue traces the curve, and he chuckles. “No. I’m the one in charge.”
He slides down my body, kneeling behind me and pulling my panties down, and suddenly he buries his face in my ass, his tongue finding my pussy and licking me deeply. My knees buckle it feels so good, and I hold onto the bed as best I can while Stephen’s long tongue slides between my wet folds, scooping my essence out into his mouth and setting my nerves on fire. So many of the men I seduce want to lick my pussy, and most of them are terrible at it, but Stephen’s an artist from the first touch, his tongue twisting and stroking inside me while his hot mouth sucks on my outer lips. The hungry, starving noises he’s making drive me wild as he devours me, eating me up from the pussy all the way to explode in my brain as pure ecstasy.
“Stephen… please,” I moan, finding the word feeling right on my lips. “Oh fuck yes….”
“Come on my lips,” he commands, and I groan harshly in reply. He dives back in, his tongue finding my clit while his nose rubs against my pussy and I gasp, clawing at the bed sheets and feeling the heat building inside me. The tip of his tongue flutters against my clit and I’m pushed over the edge, pushing back into his face and soaking his lips with my juices. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me as I come, and still Stephen keeps licking, scooping up my wetness and swallowing it like it was fine wine.
When I collapse into the bed I think that he’s done, he’s going to walk out like he did with Lihua, but then I hear the sound of his shorts hit the floor and I look back, smiling happily as his huge cock juts out from between his legs, hard as a rock and ready for what it wants.
And what he wants is me. I grin, looking back at him. “How do you want me?”
Stephen reaches forward and grabs my hair, yanking me back and pulling my upper body off the bed. “I want you the way I tell you,” he growls in my ear again as he reaches around with his free hand and grabs the buttons on my blouse. He yanks, and my five hundred euro Fendi is reduced to a rag in a single instant. I don’t care, I just want the heat of his lips on my neck and the feel of his hand mauling my breasts, pulling them out of my bra to squeeze them tightly before cupping them, pinching my nipples until I’m whining as the first tendrils of real pain go with the white hot pleasure that fills my body. “Now bend the fuck over.”
I immediately obey him, bending over even as his left hand grabs my throat, stopping me where he wants to have me. I feel his cock press against my still pulsing, twitching pussy, and he thrusts hard, both of us crying out as his hips slam into my ass and his cock fills my already quivering body.
“I take what I want, when I want from you,” Stephen commands as his cock pulls back and he thrusts in again, his hips smacking against my ass and his fingers twitching on my throat, my life literally in his hands as he fucks me hard. “Arrogant Euro bitch.”
I gasp, helpless and caught as he hammers my pussy from behind, my breasts just brushing against the surface of the bed as they shake and jiggle from each of his thrusts, hard and fast and huge inside me. I can’t believe how perfect he feels, and my body asks my brain a simple question. Where has this man been all my life?
His cock drives into me again and again, his endurance and power superhuman as he pushes my body higher and higher, harder than anyone’s tried in years. His hand relaxes a little, and he stops, turning me over to pin me to the bed underneath him again and he looks into my eyes. There’s still the dominating man there that held me helpless in his hand, but in the back of my mind something else whispers. Before it can complete a thought I feel myself clenching again, and Stephen leans in, kissing me hard as his cock swells, and he drives in one last time, his cock exploding deep inside me and I come too, clutching at his arms as our mouths swallow each other’s moans, and I feel grayness creep into the edges of my vision.
I’ve never felt this satisfied before, even when I would take myself to the edge with my toys, and as I relax and hold Stephen close, he rolls to the side, his hands stroking my hair and cupping my hip as I wiggle, relishing the feeling of his cock still inside me. “Better now?”
Stephen chuckles, kissing the top of my head. “Maybe. If you want to really know… the reason I didn’t fuck Lihua is because I wanted to fuck you instead.”
I hum, and for some reason hug him. “I’m honored. Speaking of her, she wants to call you Mister Stephen if she sees you again. You moved her pretty deeply.”
“Yeah, I have that effect on people I guess,” he jokes, and I chuckle, snuggling against him. We lay like that for a half hour, and as I hear his heart beat in his chest I feel a sense of utter and total physical contentment. He was rough but gentle, pushing me but not crossing the line, and the way I came… whoo boy.
Still, the analytical part of my mind is frustrated. I challenged him to spank me, and he should have been willing to turn my ass cherry red with an offer like that. Instead, he passed up to eat my pussy, which isn’t a bad thing, but it isn’t quite the standard ‘domination.’ He was in charge the whole time, there was nothing I could have done to stop Stephen even if I wanted to, but still, is he really getting the point of the lesson?
Stephen
“I know that it’s been a few days, but you gotta realize Penny, the people we might be going after are experts at this. Larissa’s been trying to get to these guys for years, and she’s only got whispers and low level people to point me in the direction of. You can't expect me to put a body on a slab this quickly.”
I run my hand through my hair, frustrated as on the other end of the video chat, Penny shakes her head. “Stephen, I understand that, but this isn’t a normal op. The White House and the Pentagon both are breathing down the Director’s neck. Chastity was buried today, and every day that she’s in the ground without us having some names that we can pin her death
on means another degree they turn up the heat on the Director.”
“And shit rolls downhill,” I grumble. “White House pressures the Director, he pressures you, and you get to put the screws to me.”
“Exactly,” Penny says before suddenly chuckling. “When did you get a sense of humor?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, leaning back. “I just said the truth.”
“You did, but when you left Langley you would have just taken it and glowered at me since the rules say that you’re not supposed to bitch about being bitched out,” Penny says. “I like the improvement. Keep it up, but get me some results too.”
She cuts the call and I shut down my computer, leaving Larissa’s study to find her in the living room, working on her own work, MI6 or Network I don’t know. My cock twitches fondly at the memories of her underneath me, and the display of cleavage she’s giving me in her low cut blouse certainly helps too.
“My bosses want progress,” I interrupt, sitting down in the chair across from her. “And unfortunately, personal development isn’t going to cut it.”
“I assume they think you’re going to find these people before the next three day holiday?” Larissa asks, not looking up from her computer. “Did you explain to them that I’ve been trying to find these assholes too, and not just fucking my way around the world?”
“They don’t care,” I tell her, shaking my head. “Apparently they’ve got political pressure to wrap this up.”
“The last people that need to be involved in any sort of operation are politicians,” Larissa gripes, clicking her mouse one more time before closing her laptop. “You’re not ready yet.”
Her tone piques me, and I take a moment to squeeze the arm on my chair before answering. “Maybe I’m not, but I don’t have a choice. I need to start looking into the Circle.”
Larissa mutters something in Greek, and I glare at her. “What was that?”
“I said you bloody fucking Americans never have the fucking patience to do things the right way,” Larissa grumbles, then takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, not you. Just your government. There’s a time to put boots to asses, and there’s a time to proceed with caution. Unfortunately for your government, they still haven’t figured out exactly when those times are, and they want to go in John Wayne-ing shit far too often. You go after the Circle like a cowboy, and they’ll disappear like dust in the breeze.”
“So come with me,” I return. “Larissa, I’m not stupid enough to say that I can do this myself, I never expected to. I don’t speak Greek, first off. That alone tells me that the CIA didn’t exactly think this shit through when they sent me. I don’t know the Circle, I don’t know where these assholes are, and I know that I’m not ready. So come with me. Be my guide, be my partner, be the person who helps me take care of some real evil. You said it yourself, this isn’t cultural differences, or any of that shit. What they did to Chastity Hendricks was evil. I’ve stayed up nights ever since I saw those photos, unable to sleep well. About the only two nights I have slept well is after you and I have fucked. So thank you for that at least. But Larissa, I know I need more. I need your help to find and take these guys out.”
Larissa nods, and thinks. “Okay. I’ll send some messages to people I know in The Network, covering for why I’m going with you. I know where we can start, we’ll take your rented car. We hit the road in two hours.”
I’m surprised by how quickly Larissa agrees, and I take a minute to calm down before speaking again. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Larissa says as she types on her computer, sending whatever messages she needs to send. “I’m doing this for a few reasons myself. I told you, the first person I ever killed was the bastard who wanted to rape me when I was just eight. And I’ve seen things since then, most done by the Circle, that’s robbed me of sleep too. Maybe I’m a hypocrite considering what The Network does, but I’m hunting these assholes for me. Not for Chastity Hendricks, and certainly not because the CIA wants it.”
“As long as you’re with me, I’m good with that,” I say, getting up. “I’m going to pack a bag. By the way, you still haven’t shown me where you keep the guns.”
“Before we leave.”
Corinth is about half the size of Kalamata, and as we approach it while the sun sets, I look around. “Why would the Circle be in such a small city?”
“It’s a major industrial hub for Greece, and it sits on the choke point of the entire country,” Larissa replies. “Like your North and South, there’s some regional tensions between the Peloponnese South and the Attic mainland. It stretches all the way back to Athens and Sparta, and hasn’t really stopped since. Accents are different, politics is different, all of that. Corinth is sort of a Mason-Dixon line, and the place where a group can disappear quickly and be able to influence the entire country. There’s so many different ways that the Circle can disappear from here, it’s impossible to surround them. Hunting in this area will be difficult.”
We drive towards the western shore, the Corinthian area covers the entire isthmus, approaching a resort casino. “Pretty out in the open, aren’t they?”
“This is just the first step,” Larissa says. “There’s a club that isn’t listed in the resort brochure that we can find some people who can point us in the right direction.”
We go through the resort, where a small black door opens to a nightclub that, while nowhere near as intense as Larissa’s clubs, is certainly not your typical nightclub. On the dance floor I can see couples of all sorts grinding on each other, and more than a few of them are feeling on each other, with hands up skirts, down pants, or inside of tops.
“Your kind of place,” I joke, and Larissa shoots me an evil look. “What?”
“I’m not all about sex, you know,” Larissa says. “I happen to enjoy quiet nights on the sofa by the fire when I visit my home in the UK. Here’s who we’re here to see.”
The man that Larissa indicates is sitting at one of tables around the club, a trio of scantily dressed girls fawning over him. He’s easily three hundred pounds at maybe five six, and the way his chest hair dominates the V of his shirt makes me think of a dime store pimp or eighties porn star. With thick lips, a bushy if at least trimmed mustache, and huge acne scars dominating his face, he’s ugly as sin too. “Why the fuck do you want to talk to this guy?”
“First step in the chain,” Larissa says quietly. “I can’t stand the fucker either. Here we are, play it sort of nice.”
Larissa takes the one empty seat at the table, and I see two men who are behind the fat man start forward before he lifts a hand and they stop. “Lady Dyrad, a pleasure to see you in my club,” the fat man says, pushing one of the girls off his massive lap. She pouts, and he smacks her on the ass underneath her micro-schoolgirl skirt, making her yelp. “Bitches, leave.”
The girls move off, leaving Larissa, the fat man and I at the table. He looks at me, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s your big friend?”
“Someone interested in finding someone,” Larissa says. “We need to talk privately, Kallistos.”
“And why should I?” Kallistos says. “Last time you were in my club, you threw a drink in my face.”
“And last time I was in your club, you tried to grab my tits,” Larissa responds calmly. “Be glad I didn’t break your fingers. But you want to know why… how about if you don’t, I bring my people in here. You lose your little freelance status, and Corinth becomes my town as much as Kalamata is. We talk, or I hold on all of the Peloponnese. Your choice, Kallistos.”
Kallistos swallows, then picks up a glass from the table, downing the rest of it in one gulp. “Some ouzo?” he offers, and Larissa nods while I shake my head. “What’s his problem, doesn’t drink?”
“Not with people I don’t trust,” I interject, and Kallistos shrugs.
“I should be offended. But since you’re with your… friend, I’ll let it pass for now,” he says, turning and snapping his fingers. A fresh bottle of the Greek alcohol is b
rought over, and he picks it up. “In my office?”
“Let’s walk instead,” Larissa says. “It’ll do your health some good.”
“The three girls that I sent away were better for my health,” he says, heaving his bulk up still. “I assume you want just the three of us?”
“Bring one of your boys, but just one,” Larissa says nonchalantly. “I won’t ask if he’s armed.”
“Just like I know it is worthless to ask if you are,” Kallistos replies. “So ocean or streets?”
“Streets. I hate the sand at night,” Larissa says. “And it's quieter anyway.”
We leave the club and turn north along the street that parallels the ocean, walking silently for a few minutes before he speaks again. “So what are you looking for?”
“Something extreme,” Larissa says. “The Circle.”
“That group?” Kallistos says with a laugh. “What, your friend here has a couple million he wants to spend somewhere other than your clubs? I thought Larissa the Dryad’s clubs catered to any desire a man might have.”
“Not all of them,” Larissa says. “You know that.”
“I know that you only have girls over eighteen, even though in Greece you could have them three years younger,” Kallistos says with a harsh laugh. “You don’t know how much money you lose to me because of that. So many American men wanting that taboo teen experience, and the best you can offer is a young looking eighteen, while I offer the real thing.”
My stomach turns, and I have to force myself to keep an even face as we turn down a quieter road. “There are things more important than age,” I say, trying to keep myself calm. I see Kallistos’ bodyguard in my side vision, and I make sure that he’s not on my gun side. I don’t want to have to use it, but I will if I have to. “Lots of different things.”
“Ah, you’re one of those kinky types,” Kallistos says, smiling sickly. “Again, not my thing, but at least that I can understand. You must have quite extreme tastes. Let me guess, no safety word, no limits? A little blood play?”
