by Jesse Jordan
“Peace?” Finch asks, coughing again. “Peace is a lie. There’s only power.”
“Who are you working with?” I ask. “Who covered for you?”
Finch's eyes flicker towards me, and he smirks. “Good to see you again, Larissa. It's been twenty two years, but I remember you well. My first trip to Greece, you were so pretty when you were seven.”
The realization hits me like a punch in the chest and I lift my rifle. Stephen nods and turns away. I take a second to tilt my head, and feel inside me the little girl that I once was stir in the grave that she's been buried inside me for two decades. “Last words, Finch?”
“Fuck you,” Finch grunts, trying to spit at me. I don't give him time for more as I pull my trigger, thirty rounds emptying out and turning his upper body and head into pulp. I turn, walking away from the wreck and tossing my rifle into the back of my car. Stephen's already behind the wheel, saying nothing as he puts it into drive and we drive off, ignoring the airport security that's coming on the scene.
Fuck it. Let the office handle it.
It feels strange to be in my flat again after today, but after blowing Finch all to hell, I had to file paperwork, report to The Network and to MI6 what I'd done, all of that. Thankfully they stepped in and took care of the particulars, and the airport cops are not going to be asking any questions.
But it still feels weird, sitting on the sofa next to Stephen as he finishes his report to the CIA. “Do you think they'll keep you on the case?”
He closes his computer, looking over at me with his eyes deep with meaning. “I doubt it. Allusions to Dover and all aside, my boss said in the live chat that she thinks I got the people who got Chastity. The Deep Cover office was already in touch, saying they're worried that if things keep going, your cover's going to be threatened. Nothing's for sure, but....”
“But they're going to want you back in the States,” I whisper, and Stephen nods. “I wish you could stay a little longer.”
“Me too,” Stephen admits. “I feel like... like I'm walking away when things are only half done, and I don't mean the case. I mean personally too.”
I chuckle. “I can put you in touch with some people who might help. If anything Rodrigo would be a good person to talk with. And well... would it be too big a breaking of the rules if we stayed in touch?”
“It's probably breaking the rules, but I'd like that too,” Stephen says, leaning closer to me. “Larissa....”
“I know,” I reply, cupping his face and kissing him. There's no roughness, none of the ferocity or aggression that's become almost normal for us at the beginning. Tonight is about something that's been building between Stephen and I for months now. His hand cups my breast and I moan, reaching down and cupping his cock in his jeans, wanting to feel him in a new way. “Stephen, will you join me in my bed?”
“Yes,” he rasps, and we stand up, heading towards my bed where we kneel on the mattress, slowly stripping for each other until we're naked, inches only between us as his hands stop, almost nervous. “This... I feel weird. Like we've spent so much time tearing clothing and making our skin red from crops, spankings and everything else, that this... it feels new to me again.”
“Me too,” I whisper, crossing my arms over my body almost shyly. “I... it's been so many years, but I kinda feel like back when I was a virgin again.”
Stephen nods, and gets up, knee walking backwards until he's in the middle of the mattress. “Would you believe I lost my virginity when I was twenty two?”
“I'm not,” I reply, looking over his amazing body. “I can't even begin to think of how many socks you turned into crusty tubes during your teen years though.”
My little joke breaks Stephen's hesitancy, and he leans forward, kissing me. He's a great kisser, and as his lips suck and nibble on my neck, I let him push me back onto the mattress, washed over with the pleasure of having his skin pressed against mine. For long, wonderful minutes we nibble and kiss each other, just happy with the feeling of skin on skin contact. This isn't fucking, at least it doesn't feel that way, and that scares me, but at the same time I want it.
“You're beautiful,” Stephen whispers in my ear, sitting up some. “Truly beautiful.”
“You let me feel beautiful on the inside,” I reply, reaching up and stroking his chest and running my fingers over his scar. In a little spurt of fun, I tweak his nipple, and he hisses, smiling. “Like that?”
“Only if I get to return the favor,” Stephen growls, cupping my breast and threatening, but not actually pinching. “You've opened my eyes, Larissa. I met you, and I thought that you were as ugly on the inside as you are beautiful on the outside. But I realize the truth now. As beautiful as you are on the outside, it's inside you that you're even more beautiful. Nobody would believe me if I called you angelic, but that's the only word I can think of right now, but....”
He strokes my breast and I moan softly, touched by his words. I feel something between my legs and look down, humming happily as I sit back, a fresh idea going through my mind. “Well now, I'm flattered. Tell me, are there any fantasies of yours that we haven't done?”
Stephen looks down, lifting an eyebrow as I cup his cock and stroke him softly. Fantasies? My whole life has been about fulfilling men's fantasies, but there's one that I've wanted since I met Stephen, and I haven't had the chance to yet. “Uh.... you're pretty much my walking fantasy.”
“Then let me have one of my own.” Getting over his initial shock I turn over onto my hands and knees, and lick the tip of his cock, silencing him again as I ease him into my mouth, humming happily as the velvety head slides over my tongue. I've always been a bit of a size queen, and in Stephen I've got the most perfect cock I've ever seen in person or even on video, and my pussy flows with juices as I suck him as deep as I can, until he bumps into the back of my throat. Still, I can wrap my entire left hand around his shaft as I pull back, and suck him again, this time Stephen putting his hands in my hair and moaning thickly.
“That's it... oh fuck you suck so good.... I never imagined it could...” he moans, guiding me up and down his shaft, showing me how he likes it. He's sharing control with me, turning me on even more. There's a time for taking or giving control, but this time... it's about sharing control.
I pull off of his cock and smile at him naughtily, licking my lips. “I'm just getting started. After I suck your cock, we're going to fuck the rest of the night, correct?”
Stephen, recovering a little of his cockiness, grins, his eyes sparkling. “You have no idea how many times you're going to come.”
“And you have no idea what sort of heaven this naughty angel has in mind for you,” I tease back, running my tongue around the edge of the head of his cock again before swallowing it. He's stretching my mouth, but I don't stop, sucking him deeper again, ignoring him when his hands pause but suck another inch into my mouth before drawing back and then sucking deeper, pushing myself even as the thick, hot shaft of his cock starts to block my throat until my nose pushes against the crinkly light tufts of hair at his base and I swallow, massaging his cock with my throat as Stephen gasps and groans at the feeling. Letting him out, I suck and pump his cock, letting Stephen start to thrust and fuck my mouth. Reaching under his shaft, I find his heavy, egg shaped balls and roll them, pulling on the sack a little to stop him from coming so quickly.
Stephen moans and fucks my mouth harder, and I stop trying to suck, and instead hold still and let him do what he wants. His cock is thick and heavy, and even though I love it, I'm gagging at the same time, but I don't want him to stop. I want it to last for hours, but Stephen's never had a woman like me before, and his cock swells, and I pull back, until just the head is in my mouth when he groans, and my tongue is coated in the sweet-salty creamy taste of his come. It's thick, and never seems to stop, making me moan it's so fucking good.
When he finally pulls back and his cock slips out of his mouth, I look up at him and show him my full mouth before swallowing it all, grinning. “I g
uess I should have told you, besides my switch side, I've got quite an oral fetish. The things they teach you in MI6 schools, huh?”
Stephen laughs shakily, and scoots back, his eyes still blinking at what just happened. “Well, you showed me something I've never had before. I hope I can return the favor.”
“You've learned so much from me, and you're so... so good for me, I'm sure you will,” I reply, humming and laying back. “For now though... how about some cuddles? We've never done that before.”
“I love cuddles, I didn't think I'd ever get the chance with you,” Stephen laughs in reply, laying out and pulling me close next to him. “I mean, you've got the perfect body for cuddling too, it's a crime that you're very, very guilty of. I'm going to have to lock you up for hours for it some other time.”
I giggle, a side of me that I'm still trying to figure out sighing happily at his last words, and snuggle into his arms, exchanging kisses with him. My body's humming, the desire to feel him inside me nearly overwhelming, but it feels like, at least for now, that time's frozen. There's no CIA, there's no MI6 or Network, no Deep Cover. Just Stephen and I, right here, right now, and I'm going to indulge in this fantasy for as long as I can.
“So,” I ask between little kisses, “lock me up for hours? You do know how to turn that other side of me on, don't you?”
“And you know that there's a side of me that would like to take you downstairs and do just that,” Stephen says intensely. “But for all of that, there's this side of me too. I want you to know that part of me.”
“Aww,” I tease, wiggling a little. “I'm still not the sort of girl who likes little stuffed teddy bears holding heart shaped pillows though.”
“Don't worry, I'll make sure the teddy bear is holding flowers,” Stephen teases, and I laugh lightly. “I didn't know you on the inside, but I knew one thing. I knew you were a remarkable woman from the first day I saw you.”
“I noticed you too,” I purr, stroking his back, enjoying the muscles that are strong without being showy, pretentious. “I so wanted to kick your ass.”
Stephen chuckles. “From what I remember, you did kick my ass. But I understand what you mean. I'm glad... I'm glad you had the patience to work with me to help me find myself. Even if it means I don't get to pamper you.”
“Oh, I don't know about that,” I murmur, kissing his neck and along his ears, licking the lobe, “sometimes I like to be pampered. Not submitted to, just... pampered.”
We continue to just caress and explore this new thing between us, taking our time, until I feel something stir against my thigh, and I grin, reaching down and stroking the shaft of his cock. “Someone seems to have caught his breath.”
“He is. He's got the world's most beautiful woman pressed against him. Can you blame him?” Stephen asks, and I hum happily, wrapping my hand around his stiff member which still glistens in the overhead light. “Careful, I might have some more endurance, but you're very very good at that.”
“You know, you're a little intimidating to most women with this,” I tease as I pump his cock, smiling as it grows to it's full impressive size again. On a whim, I try and wrap both hands around it, and do it easily, with even the head of his cock sticking out the top. “Even I'm stretched out by you.”
Stephen growls and laughs, moaning lightly when I pump his cock slowly. “I have never, ever had a woman totally swallow me, and now you say you're stretched? Well, if that's the case I'm going to have to use my tongue on you again, although I think that's something I'd like more later.”
I lean down and kiss Stephen again and we roll together, letting him get on top of my body, pinning me lightly to the bed as we kiss slowly, his cock hot and pulsing against my thigh. Never have I let a man pin me down as much as I've let Stephen and I know that I've never felt the same way about a man that I feel about him. I don't know what this is, but I'm submitting to him in more than just physically.
Stephen kisses my lips one more time and gets to his knees, lifting my right leg and straddling my left, his cock already nudging open the lips of my pussy. “Is this a good position for you?”
I half turn, wiggling onto my side and letting his cock spread me open a little more, and nod. It's new for us, and it feels different. “This is wonderful. And Stephen?”
“Yes, beautiful?” he asks, stopping as he starts to push, pausing a little nervously. “What is it?”
“Once you're inside me... you can still be a little athletic,” I purr, smiling. “You have taken me places that I haven't been in a long time, maybe ever. Let's see if you can top it.”
“Challenge accepted,” Stephen hums, pushing in more. I know how big he is, but still it takes my breath away as he stretches me, his cock rubbing my pussy in a different way than ever before as he takes his time. He's not even a quarter of the way in, but I'm trembling, the head of his cock rubbing against my g-spot with every short stroke.
“Uh, yesssss,” I gasp as I feel him slide in deeper, loving it. My pussy is filled, stretched in a new way than it's ever been before with him, and I love it, my eyes rolling back when he reaches around my body and kneads my breast, pinching the nipple and sending sparks through my stomach to mix with the hot, liquid churning below my waist. “More.....”
Stephen pauses, and I look back over my shoulder, lust addled, but understanding. I nod, and Stephen swallows. He takes a deep breath and thrusts hard, and the pain and pleasure of his cock sinking all the way until I'm speared on his cock makes me cry out in ecstasy. This is what I love, this line where I'm feeling everything, the nerves in my pussy crying out with everything they have, and I know that I have to have Stephen more, some miracle has to let me have him again.
He pauses, letting me adjust and let the pain drop down a little before he pulls back and thrusts again, and I'm nearly coming already, my stomach clenching as Stephen begins thrusting faster, pushing deep inside with every movement. I can't help it, my pussy squeezes and I moan, coming around his cock. I've never come this fast before, it's amazing, but even more as Stephen doesn't stop, his hips driving his wonderful cock again and again into me. My already on fire body is blasted by the pleasure, my mind caught up and I'm crying out, not in pain but in amazing pleasure, begging Stephen to give me everything.
Stephen adjusts, sliding his leg off of me and pushing my other leg up, a full missionary as he hammers into me, my stretched and filled pussy shocked at the change in angle. It feels different, and a new wave of heat builds inside me as he looks into my eyes, kissing me while his hips pound me into a different kind of submission. This isn't physical, this is something that no man has ever gotten close to touching on me, but Stephen's different. No man has ever looked at me the way he is right this moment, his eyes gleaming with desire. Men have begged me, men have dominated me occasionally. But none have ever looked at me with the look that Stephen is. His eyes are respectful but unrelenting, taking me as his, nearly animal in his hard thrusts, but just on that line where it becomes too much. No wonder the polite girls in his life before me couldn't handle him, he's too strong for them.
I feel another orgasm building inside me, bigger than before, and I claw at his neck, afraid and wanting what he's doing to me. Stephen bites my lip in reply and it pushes us, both of us abandoning all restraints and going hard, my pussy squeezing his cock as he swells. When he's on the edge he growls one more time in my ear, claiming me. “Mine!”
“Yours,” I groan in response, and his growl of possession turns into one of triumph as his cock swells, and he comes. The last driving thrust pushes me over and I'm coming hard too, both of us desperate for each other. Time stretches out, and I feel my heart whisper that I'll never be the same. I've never answered to a demand like that before, and it shakes me to the very depths of my soul.
When the frozen moment passes, Stephen stays inside me, kissing me tenderly. “Sorry about the lip,” he whispers, gentle. “I wanted to be gentle, and well... are you okay?”
“No,” I tell him honestly. �
��I wish I had one more thing.”
“What?” he asks, concerned, reassured when I stroke the side of his face with my knuckles. “What?”
“A time machine. Something that would keep this night from ever ending.” My words are almost immediately betrayed as we both yawn almost simultaneously, and I smile sleepily. “Well, maybe some rest. Cat nap time?”
“Sure. Mind if we spoon some?”
I purr and turn, enjoying the warm strength of his arms wrapping around me. “I think I could become addicted to spooning. Oh, and Stephen?”
“Yes, beautiful?” he hums, relaxing.
“That was amazing. And I want more.”
Stephen hums happily and kisses the back of my neck. “When we wake up.”
Stephen
“So soon?” Larissa asks, and I can hear the disappointment and frustration in her voice. After taking out Reginald Finch and submitting my reports, I'd put in for some leave time starting immediately, saying I just needed a chance to get my head right. It took the CIA a few days, but they sent their answer ten minutes ago, and as I fold up my underwear and put it in my bag, I can't help but feel the same way.
“They said my flight is the red eye out of Heathrow tonight,” I reply, trying to be professional. I can't though, every time I think of going back home, another voice inside me says that I don't want to go home. That instead of going back to some desk at Langley, that I want to go to a townhouse in Greece, that instead of driving a Chevy I need to be driving a Mercedes, that instead of sending e-mails to Penny about my plans for the upcoming month, I need to be discussing plans with Larissa about just how we're going to share a bondage session with little Lihua to reward her for being such a good girl. Still, it's just not that easy.
“I... I understand,” Larissa says. “Then, do we at least have time for a meal? You've been in England for two weeks now, and I still haven't even taken you for fish and chips.”
Her attempt at humor makes me chuckle, and I look across the bed at her, her eyes not laughing but tense and desperate with something that she wants to say. “I suppose we can do that. I bet you have the best places in town already mapped out.”
