“I like to. You know that. It is my pleasure as your Dominant,” he smiled.
She lowered her eyes and blushed, a smile lighting her features. He loved it when she smiled. The whole room lit up.
A short while later she was standing to reapply her red lipstick. He came to stand behind her, admiring the way her rump was shaped in the tight cream skirt. He kissed the side of her neck and smoothed his hand over her bottom.
“By the way, don’t think you got away with that temper tantrum before. Oh, I have set an alarm for when your tampon will need changing. I will be doing it.”
She turned around to stare at him shocked, her mouth open to speak but the phone rang. Mark grinned and picked it up.
“They want you back in. They picked up Hayes, one of Rann’s council.”
Chapter 12
Helena could feel Mark’s frustration with her as he guided her out of the room towards the bathroom. She was still shaking from the session, but it had been worth it. Mark wasn’t happy. Two of his team followed them down the corridor.
“Stand outside and let nobody in,” he instructed the two men outside the front of the female toilets.
Uncaring of the ‘Ladies’ sign above the door, Mark led her inside. A woman was just leaving and gave him a frown, but he ignored it. As the door closed behind the woman, Mark took hold of Helena’s arm and swung her around.
“You are taking too many risks, Helena. You need to let me into the vision when you are in trouble. I was brought in because I can do this. This is my job.”
He gave her a small shake.
“Stop leaving me on the sideline and let me in. We are a team now. You are no longer alone.”
She could see and feel he was hurt, and it pained her. Like a little girl she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.
“I’m sorry. I am just used to doing this on my own, but I am all right. There’s nothing to worry about. I am safe because you are here.”
“It’s not enough, Helena. I need you to fully commit and submit to me.”
They’d talked about what that entailed, and she wasn’t sure she could fully let go and kneel before him as his submissive.
“I can’t yet. I am not ready.”
He gave a sigh and raised her face up towards him.
“You are already there, little one. You just don’t want to lose your control and admit it to yourself. I am a patient man and Dominant, Helena. I know you will come to me. I will wait for you, little one. But I won’t tolerate you putting yourself in danger when it isn’t necessary, and I can’t effectively protect you.”
“I am sorry, Mark but this is my job and I have to do it on my own terms.”
“I know that as well. All I ask is that you involve me. You know I am more than capable of joining you in the vision. Trust me and let me in before you get hurt.”
She nodded knowing he was right. She had been playing a dangerous game. It was her mission to view and record, but she was becoming involved on a deeper level and if she wasn’t careful Rann would trap her and keep her just where he wanted. It would be enough to make her lose her mind or worse, kill her.
“Come on, you need that tampon changing,” he said steering her towards one of the cubicles.
Mark closed the cubicle door and holding her hips pressed her against the wall. She stared at him. He was afraid for her and his determination to break her stubbornness was strong. He was letting her feel it in her mind direct from his own. But what both scared and awed her was his growing love for her and the ferocity with which he needed to protect her. No one had ever felt about her that way and she was unsure, even a little fearful of how to deal with it. Why did he believe she was worth it?
This time he swept his arms around her waist drawing close to her to unzip her skirt. She looked up at him watching his lips wishing he would kiss her, but he was to deny her. Maybe it was a punishment for her disobedience. In a professional manner, he pulled down her skirt and let it pool around her ankles. He bent before her, his face level with her pussy and seductively tucked his fingers on either side of her panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs. Helena felt her vagina twitch and dampen. She bit her lip when he leaned in and felt his hot breath blow across the tender pink flesh making her ache for him. She shivered as he clasped her thighs. His fingers brushed her flesh making her gasp as he took hold of the string of the tampon and gently tugged pulling it out of her body.
Helena pressed her hands back against the wall, breathless wanting more. She didn’t dare move as he turned from her to dispose of the tampon. He spoke no words as he took another one from her bag and undid the wrapper kneeling before her again. He slipped his fingers inside the folds and rubbed the bud nestled there back and forth before he leant over to kiss it and draw it in to his mouth. Helena moaned loudly and gave a small helpless cry when he gently nipped it between his teeth. Her vagina flooded with juice. Mark spread his hands across her hips to cup her buttocks tightly as he continued his kiss making her thankful her period was light at this stage and had not yet fully developed.
His kiss deepened, his devilish slick tongue curling around her entrance, lifting up inside of it, making Helena’s body rise and fall up and down the wall. He returned to her clit running his tongue the length of her pussy until her legs began to tremble, the power of his touch sending shards of electricity shooting through her body. She was lost, restless, out of control, panting her need while widening her hands against the wall, helpless for its support as Mark sucked and penetrated her pussy like a man possessed, hungrily devouring her. This time, she didn’t wait for his permission, the firm push of his tongue inside her entrance was his command to let go and indulge her pleasure. She bucked down on to his face as his hands tightly gripping her bare bottom guided her down so he could take more of her in his mouth and support her body on top of her buckling legs as she rode her hot piercing climax melting inside her vagina.
A short while later, Mark inserted the tampon and replaced her panties and skirt, leaving Helena in no doubts she was falling in love with the man and his need to dominate and protect her.
HELENA COULDN’T BELIEVE IT, but Mark was true to his word. She’d made several attempts to get a connection through Hayes but after the last breakthrough and finding another of their communes containing arms, he kept being able to block her. She wanted to keep at him, but she was growing tired and the painkillers she’d taken for period pain were beginning to wear off. She’d always suffered with bad period pain since she’d lost Clara and had previously believed it was a just punishment. Mark was changing all of that now. The sudden sound of a watch alarm going off made her alert. She glanced at Mark who stopped it. Now he was timing her rest breaks.
“Ma’am, I think you should take a break now,” he said to her.
“Yes, I think we could all do with one,” Anthony said. “Take the suspect back to his cell.”
Hayes shook the guard off and leaned across the table at Helena. Mark jumped to his feet pushing him back and away from her in an instant.
“You aren’t going to get far. He knows how to hurt you. You are a dead woman,” Hayes sneered struggling with the guard as he tried to come at her again. Hayes’ anger had let down his guard and she was able to make the connection. This time the room changed, and she was quickly aware she was in another country. She was walking down a long corridor following a woman. Everyone sounded American and by the décor of the building and the bustling activity around her, Helena realised she was in the White House. She began to speak out loud narrating where she was and who she was following down the corridor. The woman carrying files stopped outside an office and took a breath before entering. She stopped to lock the door behind her. A group of people were meeting and discussing events that were occurring at the White House that day.
Helena stood behind the woman who sat down listening intently. She glanced around the room noticing there were no security cameras operating in the room and she had the strong feeling som
eone had swept the room for listening devices. Still, the people sitting on the sofas appeared to be speaking carefully and in code.
“The President is due to meet with the Speaker of the House of Representatives today I suggest we make it happen then,” one of the men spoke. “It will make more of an impact and get the world’s attention. It is timed to coincide with the device at the meeting at No.10.”
Helena glanced around the table memorizing the faces. They were men and women close to President Blake. She wanted to know more but she could feel the temperature in the room change, Rann was coming. She heard Mark’s voice loud and clear above her vision. He had obviously sensed Rann’s arrival.
“Come back now, Helena.”
“I can handle it. Just a few more minutes,” she insisted before giving out the information she had gathered and the description of everyone in the room.
Where is Rann? Where is he?
The man turned to the woman in front of Helena.
“Are you ready and prepared?”
“Yes. I am ready,” she said smoothing her hand down her suit jacket. Helena stared at her she was wearing a suicide vest underneath her suit.
“We appreciate you’re sacrifice and commitment. This will make the world sit up and take notice. We are people of our word.”
Rann was in the room with Helena in her vision now. She could feel his breath on her neck. It was too late to leave the vision. Her enemy took hold of the back of her hair and pulled her backwards into somewhere dark. She couldn’t see anything. He threw her to the ground, and she felt his weight settle on top of her. He licked the side of her face, repulsing her. Then pressed a blade against her throat.
“I don’t like to kill women. When I do there has to be a reason and you have given me plenty. I much prefer to fuck them. With you, I am going to fuck you, then I am going to kill you.”
He used the knife to rip open the front of her suit jacket and gripped her breasts. Helena struggled for her life but when he tore her skirt as he roughly pushed it up her body and thrust his hands inside her underwear she began to scream. She frantically tried to ascertain her surroundings as she did. Her death was going to mean something.
“I know where he is. I know where he is. He is in the cells underneath us. Someone let him in. Help me, help me, please. He’s raping me. Mark, Mark!”
Helena came back into her reality with a violent jerk as she reeled backwards from the table gasping for air. She had never felt so frightened. That was the first time she thought she would never make it back from the vision and genuinely believed she was trapped. If Mark hadn’t been there to bring her back... The moment she’d shouted for him, he had been there. It only proved the barriers she’d used to keep him out were a fallacy, he had been prowling on the side of her consciousness all of the time ready to protect her. It almost felt as though he had grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and pulled her out so fast her head was spinning. Was he still in there with him?
But when Helena turned to look at her side, Mark was on his feet pulling her trembling body near him, taking in her ripped suit jacket gaping open. He looked furious and terrified for her. He ignored the other occupants of the room and the activity as the two MI5 officers raced out to find Rann downstairs. Holding her arm tightly, Mark dragged her from the room without a word. The others were asking what happened and demanding an explanation and it made her drag her heels, but Mark was having none of it.
He pulled her to him, his face inches from hers holding her arms in a vice-like grip, so much so, it made her wince.
“Mark, you are hurting me.”
“You come with me now or I will carry you,” he hissed the command at her. “I could have lost you.” He gave her a shake as he said the words as though he couldn’t handle the rising emotion threatening to engulf him.
Helena had no doubts he would carry out his threat if she didn’t obey him. The urge to clutch her bottom and protect it became overwhelming when she sensed his need to spank her hard to satiate his fear and ground them both again. She deserved it. She’d been reckless and disobeyed him by staying when she should have left the vision, but if she had they wouldn’t have found out where Rann was or about the suicide bombs at the Whitehouse and No.10. Helena nodded and allowed him to continue pulling her out of the room amid the shocked stares and comments from her colleagues.
MARK PULLED her from interrogation room to interrogation room trying to find an unlocked free one. He wouldn’t listen to her pleas for him to calm down and listen to her. She just wanted to hold him, reassure him she was all right. Nothing had happened. She hadn’t been raped. Finally, he found one and pushed her inside and still holding her arm he locked the door. There were no windows in this room, no distractions and no escape.
Her heart was pounding when he slammed her back against one of the walls raising her hands above her head.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” he shouted.
“I have to find out where he has hidden those bombs. We are running out of time.”
“I should have been there with you. You can’t do this on your own. I have been lenient long enough, but I won’t let you take any more risks with your life. Enough. I can’t take it. I won’t lose you. You might not think you are important to anyone, even to yourself, Helena but you are to me.”
Helena’s eyes widened with realisation at the way she thought about herself.
“I love you and no one is going to take you away from me. You belong to me and no one else.”
Tears gathered and threatened to spill as her heart leapt.
“Nothing happened. I am safe. I am here,” she told him tearfully.
He leaned closer, his lips so close to hers she thought he might kiss her passionately but instead he asked in a dark calm voice that chilled her, “Did he touch you?”
She stared at him, watching him study her lips and her agitated breaths coming from them, too afraid to tell him how close she had come to being raped. He raised his eyes to hers when he didn’t receive an answer. It was there in plain sight for him to see. His own narrowed to sharp points. He didn’t speak anymore.
Mark was suddenly hitching up her skirt, threatening to rip it with his rough handling. She tried to move her hands away from the wall, but he used one hand to hold both of her wrists up above her head.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
The thunder cloud hanging over his features darkened making her think better of objecting and daring to escape his hold again. He continued to hitch her skirt up with one hand. Bunching it around her middle, he spun her around and held her against the wall again. Without any further hesitation, he tucked one hand down the back of her lace panties and lowered them just below the seat of her bare bottom.
Helena closed her eyes tight when she felt him smooth his palm over her bottom then squeeze one buttock possessively. Then he dropped to his knees.
“Keep your arms where they are and do not move or so help me, Helena...”
She stood perfectly still as he tugged her panties a little further down and rested his hands on the backs of her thighs. He was inspecting her. With gentle care, she felt him reach his fingers through her thighs and carefully pull back the folds of her vagina checking the tampon. The memory of Rann roughly touching her intimately while he straddled her in the vision and the way his naked cock hovered so close to her entrance made her shake.
“He tried but I didn’t let him. I fought him. You got me out in time. Please, Mark I am telling you the truth.”
Mark cupped her sex lovingly.
“I know,” he said slowly. “I can see how hard by the bruise on your face. I just wish you wouldn’t take so many risks. If he attacks you in a vision your body will bear injuries and scars outside of it for real. You know this but you still keep pushing. What you are doing is too dangerous.”
Helena could hear the angry shake of frustration in his voice threaten his temper once more.
“I found out about the suicid
e bombs and where he is. It was worth it,” she blurted out in a sob.
“You shouldn’t have had to fight. I should have been there,” he said standing to cup both of her butt cheeks hard until they lifted and quivered with the strength of his hold.
“I am sorry, but I had no choice,” she sobbed. “Are you going to leave me?”
Silence.
Helena heard Mark sigh. Then he was pressing his lips against the side of her neck.
“Why would I leave you? Why would you even ask that?” His dark tone sounded pained, tormented. His grip on her bottom tightened even further forcing her on to her toes in her high heels.
“Because I disobeyed you. Because I am not good enough for you.”
“Is that what you really think, Helena? Haven’t I taught you anything about yourself? About me? I love you even if you aren’t yet capable of loving yourself. Perhaps you need to learn that before we can be together. Maybe our relationship is too soon for you,” he conceded, his whisper tantalising the skin on the back of her neck as he spoke.
“It is my job to put my life at risk. If I don’t so many will die. Please, don’t walk away from me. I will do better. I promise, Daddy. I will do better.”
But Mark was already pulling up her panties and smoothing down her skirt.
“You do not do this job alone, Helena. It is as if you are trying to punish yourself or even get yourself killed to prove your worth. Come back to me when you can finally love yourself and you realise your worth without going to these extreme lengths. When you understand just how much you mean to me. Perhaps then you will be able to fully submit to me. You are enough, Helena. More than enough and I adore you.”
He brushed his lips along the side of her throat and then he was gone, closing the door behind him. Helena slid down the wall and sank down to the floor violently sobbing feeling the weight of abandonment that had plagued her since childhood, once more. This time it really was her own fault.
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