by Jesse Jordan
“Oh no, I'd never work that that bunch of wankers,” Larissa says, gesturing for me and Rodrigo to join her. I do, while Rodrigo remains standing, his face still slack with surprise. Maybe I'm just rolling with it better because my life's been weird for months now. “Sorry. No... Agent Larissa Moraitis, MI6.”
“British....” I whisper, and Larissa nods. “I like the name Moraitis. Are you Greek at all?”
“Totally Greek,” Larissa says, “but educated in England. No more questions though, I have more work to do tonight. I came to tell you Rodrigo that your secret is safe. I've already been through The Network's as well as The Sultan's personal computers. Everything that says you're FBI has been scrubbed from The Sultan's files. Still need to take care of some other things, but... did I hear you correctly?”
“About?” Rodrigo asks, and Larissa arches an eyebrow.
“We've pulled guns on each other, I tell you I'm MI6, and you still play coy with me? Jessica, I take it back, he's a damn fool.”
“Watch it,” I growl instinctively, and Larissa laughs out loud. “I'm serious.”
“I know you are, which is what makes it funny. And cute. But Rodrigo, you were saying about becoming capo? And needing this bombshell?”
Rodrigo nods, then looks at me. “Jessica, I need you in my life. But not as my slave.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, and my heart stops when Rodrigo gets down on his knees in front of me. “Rodrigo....”
“Jessica, I didn't plan this when this all started, I didn't know what I was doing, but... I've fallen head over heels in love with you. I love you with all my heart, with all my soul. So yes, I'm asking you to stay with me, but also....” he says before he swallows deeply and reaches into a pocket of his pants, where he takes out a satin ribbon. “Will you choose to put this on? No locks, no forcing.”
“Why?” I ask, and Rodrigo takes my hand, placing the ribbon in my palm.
“Jessica... will you marry me?”
“Oh that's just capital,” Larissa whispers in shock. I feel the same way, looking at the ribbon in my hand, then at Rodrigo. Or Roderick, or.... no. He has only one name in my heart, and I know what it is.
“Yes, Master. I'll marry you... if you will still be my Master?” I ask, lifting my chin and handing the ribbon back to him. “Please help me tie this on right?”
Rodrigo slips the ribbon around my neck, tying it in a bow just above my metal collar before we kiss, and I'm not sure which one of us is crying, but my cheeks are wet. I pull him in closer, only to be interrupted by Larissa, who clears her throat quietly.
“Well... I think I'll let you two do what comes naturally in situations like this,” she says, getting to her feet. “I'll make sure you two are safe for the night.”
Larissa heads towards the kicked in picture window, pausing at the sill. “If you don't mind Rodrigo, mid-morning at our cafe?”
Rodrigo looks at me, then at Larissa, shaking his head. “I might be sleeping in some. Make it lunch. And you owe me for the damn window.”
Larissa gives us a jealous look, then smiles. “Capital. Jessica, condolences. Rodrigo, congratulations. Ta for now.”
She disappears through the window, and I look at Master, who shakes his head in wonder before turning and looking at me. “You still want me to be Master?”
“Whether your name is Rodrigo, Roderick, or anything else... you are always my Master,” I vow, taking his face in my hands and kissing him. “Besides, how many slaves can say that their sexy Master took a bullet for them. How's it feel, by the way?”
“Kevlar took the bullet, chest aches some... but I feel better than I have in my entire life,” he says, getting up and pulling me to my feet. “I know what I want to do now, too.”
“And what's that?” I ask, putting my arms around his neck and smiling. “Spank my ass red?”
Master shakes his head, even though he does reach down and cup my ass tenderly. “No. I want to do something I've never done before. I want to make love.”
We hold hands going to the bedroom, where I peel Master's shirt over his head, kissing the pinkish red blemish where he's going to have a bruise tomorrow, the sign of his love for me. I knew when he shot the man what happened, he protected me first at total disregard for his own life, and as I run my hands over the soft skin and hard muscle of his chest, I feel my heart open up, and a whisper of a voice inside me.
I'm free. I'm complete, for real this time.
Yes I am, I think as I lay my head against his chest and listen to his heart beat, strong and sure. “Master... it's okay that I keep calling you that, right?”
“It's always your choice,” Master says, pushing my head back to look in my eyes. “But if you do, there's going to be rules. Like the training room.”
“Of course Master,” I moan in reply. “But tonight... I choose to make love too.”
Master kisses me again, strong and tender at the same time as we undress each other, his hands stroking my back and legs as he kneels down, running his hands down the back of my legs before standing up, stopping when I put a hand on his head, stopping him. “Yes?”
“I've served you for months Master, and I'll serve you for the rest of my life,” I reassure him, looking at the image of him on his knees in front of me. “Still... there's a part of me that likes you on your knees in front of me. Just give me a minute to make a mental picture.”
“Why just a minute?” Master says, cupping my ass and kissing my waist. Butterflies fill my stomach as he kisses lower, lowering himself until his breath tickles the smooth skin of my pussy, and he hums. “I'm so getting you laser treatments for this area. I want you smooth forever.”
“Yes Master,” I whisper, letting the heat roll through me as he reaches out with his tongue and parts my lips, tasting me like fine wine. Master sips and drinks from my growing wetness, his tongue finding all the places that I love and stroking them tenderly. There's no pain this time, just overwhelming pleasure, and deep inside, I'm happy.
There's always going to be a side of me that wants the sensory overload that is the training room, going to the edge with Master and pushing the boundaries, feeling the pain and the pleasure and everything.... but this time, there's something more too. There's the reassurance that Master loves me, that I love him.
“Master.... mmmm, you love licking my pussy, it's so good,” I moan, running my fingers through his hair. “I love you....”
Master mumbles 'I love you' into my pussy, the vibrations of his lips and tongue sending delicious ripples up my body and warming my heart. I've opened the final, most secret door... the door to my heart, and he accepts me, loving me with his tongue and teeth and lips, tasting my pussy and stroking my clit while his strong hands hold my ass, pulling me against him until my knees buckle and I fall back on the bed, unable to support myself any longer. I laugh, moaning as Master crawls up after me and keeps licking until I break, moaning his name out long and low as my first orgasm rolls over me. Master keeps his tongue totally still, buried deep in my pussy as I coat his face with my juices before he pulls back, pushing his pants the rest of the way down and taking off his things.
“You're right, I love tasting your pussy,” Master says as he slides up next to me, kissing me deeply before kissing my neck. “I love every inch of you, inside and out. Jessica, I thought I'd never find anyone like you. But you exist, my perfect woman.”
“My perfect Master,” I moan, looking into his eyes. “Master.... I don't ever want to call you Rodrigo again. Forever and always, public, private, fuck it, even in the church when we take our vows, I want to call you Master.”
Master chuckles, kissing my lips. “Father Giacamo might not like that last one, but I'm fine with that.”
“And a permanent mark, a tattoo, a brand, something,” I whisper. “Can you.... can you give me that gift?”
He nods, kissing me again. “We'll discuss it another time. For now... just love.”
He lifts my right leg and strokes my pussy, his co
ck hard and pressing against my inner thigh before he slips into me, a slow gentle joining that brings tears to my eyes, tears of happiness as we look into each other's eyes. He strokes slowly, no pain at all but just the warm building of the tension inside my body as his cock fills me over and over again. We kiss, our souls and hearts blending as we truly become one, complete and together.
I don't know when we start speeding up, everything is natural, everything is joined together, but there's never any pain, no harshness. The edge is intentionally taken off as Master and I give ourselves to each other, my pussy gripping his cock as our hands explore each other, skins tingling from every touch and caress and kiss. We don't even need any words as my second orgasm builds, and then I'm coming again, crying out in pure joy as Master comes deep inside me, my hands clutching him to me and his hands deep in my hair.
We stay like this afterwards, his cock still inside me as we recover, his eyes searching mine. “Why?”
“Why what, Master?” I ask, then realize what he's asking. “Because you're as perfect for me as I am for you. Because you showed me my weakness and my strength, and because you are the perfect match to my needs and desires. Isn't that enough?”
“It's enough,” he whispers, kissing my neck again. “I'm yours as much as you're mine, you know.”
I stroke his head, relaxing in the warm glow of our joining before responding. “I know. So... am I worth the quarter million you paid yet?”
Master laughs, getting up on his elbows and looking down at me. “I don't know... we'll have to really push you to see if you're worth that much money.”
I grin, shifting my hips to wrap my legs around Master and keep his resting cock still inside me. “Aw Master, you know I'm a good girl.”
Master laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. “When you're good you're good, but when you're naughty... you're priceless.”
I chuckle and scratch his back lightly, playfully. “Ooops, I guess you're going to have to punish me then.”
Master growls, smiling. “I have a few ideas. Let's see how many we can do before we need to get some sleep.”
Rodrigo
“You don't look any the worse for wear,” Larissa says with a knowing chuckle as we sit down. “Did you sleep in?”
“I did. Also decided to delay my run today until after we talk and I go to confession, then The Farm” I say. I might not look the worse for wear, but then again, going to sleep at six in the morning for five hours of sleep leaves me still a bit worn out. “I figure Father Giacamo misses me. If it's okay?”
“Very okay, but I wouldn't go talk to Giacamo. The poor man's dick would get chapped, I stopped by confession yesterday and I know he was busy by the time I finished my story for him,” Larissa laughingly replies, and I realize I'm looking for her British accent, which is strange considering that I've only heard it for a few minutes last night, while I've known her with this Greek accented voice for years. “Sit down, I ordered already. Arroncini and latte.”
“That'll be good. I don't want to eat too much. Just a suspicion, but I think Jessica's going on a cooking spree back at the villa.”
Larissa chuckles, leaning in. “You are the luckiest bastard on the planet, you know that right?”
“I know,” I reply with a chuckle. “And just think, she could have been yours for the low, low price of a quarter million euros.”
“That's okay, my bisexual side is just for work,” Larissa says, surprising me. “What? I've seduced women Rodrigo, I've never had a relationship with one. No, relationship wise, I'm all for team boys.”
Our lattes arrive, along with the plate of a half dozen arroncini, the fried rice balls herbal and delicious. Larissa lifts her cup in a toast. “To the lucky man. Salud.”
“Salud,” I reply, clinking cups before taking a sip. “So... can we speak honestly?”
“I'd like that,” Larissa says, a hint of her British coming back. “That's why I like this cafe. The Network doesn't care about this little place.”
“So all those assignments you went on, how many were legit?” I ask, and Larissa chuckles.
“All of them. Like you, I work around the needs of The Network. Sometimes my associates and The Network's goals lined up, like my trip to Zürich. Sometimes I added dropoffs and contacts, and once in a while.... well, let's just say there's a plumber in Edinburgh whose DNA identity would surprise Rachmaninoff,” Larissa says. “Not always, but sometimes. My missions are not always what they appear.”
I nod, thinking about the question that's been on my mind this morning as I left the villa. “We've known each other for two years now... was our friendship also just a mission, not what it appeared?”
Larissa hums, taking a bite of an arroncini. “Of course our friendship wasn't quite what it appeared. But yes, we are friends Rodrigo. There are sometimes unexpected perks to the lives that you and I lead. Finding a kindred spirit and friend in you... that was a good perk.”
“And you knew about me?” I ask, and Larissa nods. “Why didn't you tell me?”
“There are perks, and there are drawbacks. My position within The Network allowed me more freedom to contact, but still.... I'm technically breaking orders now letting you know,” Larissa says. “A risk I'm willing to take. I trust Jessica's Master.”
I laugh at her cheekiness, only slightly regretting that I couldn't see this side of her for years. “So what's next?”
“That's totally up to you,” Larissa says. “My superiors will probably want me to move back to Greece, it's a better hub for what I could be doing. Meanwhile... North America for you perhaps?”
I lean back in my cafe chair, considering it all. “I need to check on that. So tell me, if you can... when you told me about your past, the kidnapping, Jeddah, all of it... how much was bullshit?”
“Only my age,” Larissa says quietly. “I wasn't eleven when I stabbed that bastard to death. I was eight. He liked them before puberty more than after.”
“Fuck....” I whisper, and Larissa shrugs.
“No tears, it gets cheerier after that. The flight I got put on ended up in London, and I got lucky. The people who took me in were in the government, MI5 and not MI6, so I got a relatively normal early teen years. It was my choice to go to the government and become an agent,” Larissa says with a small little smile. “I didn't learn my sexual skills on the streets, but under the watchful eyes of some of the best instructors in the British Commonwealth.”
“So are you really... into the same things I am?”
Larissa laughs, her smile spreading and her violet eyes sparkling with the intelligence and wicked humor that I've come to know and enjoy. “I was a kinky girl long before I was doing it for Queen and Country. They just showed me some more ways to have fun.”
I shake my head, the two of us finishing our light lunch. When the bill comes I take out my cash before Larissa can even move, handing our server fifty euro and telling them to keep the change. “Generous, aren't you?”
I chuckle, shaking hands with my friend and equal. “For what you did for me, I'm buying lunch... for the rest of our lives. Look me up if you ever get to the States.”
“Oooh, a challenge. I haven't taken on American security systems in a while, be good for keeping my skills sharp,” she teases before standing and embracing me, her voice going soft. “Be good to her, my friend.”
“Stop by the villa whenever you want. It'll be a while before we leave,” I reply, hugging her back. “Thank you, my friend.”
I leave, getting in my truck to drive to the church, where I leave it after doing a quick, highly selective confession with Giacamo and run to the Farm. The jog helps me relax, and when I get to the gate I'm feeling good, barely sweating. Inside, Scoglitti is waiting for me in the office, his face brightening when I arrive. “Ah, Rodrigo! In what has been a shit day, you bring some brightness!”
“Zio, it's always good to see you,” I greet him. “I heard about The Sultan. What would you ask me to do?”
“There i
s nothing to do, the matter is settled,” Scoglitti says. “Obviously when we heard about the explosion, we were curious, but Larissa vouched for you, saying the two of you were having a late dinner at your villa with your woman. From what we can tell... we think The Sultan finally pissed off the Israelis a bit too much. And Mossad doesn't fuck around.”
“That they don't,” I agree, glad that I'd taken the time to rig things on the boat the way I did. That and trusting Larissa. “So what did you want me to come to The Farm for?”
“To formally ask if you'll become capo of North America,” Scoglitti says. “The fact is, this decision becomes more important than ever. While I'd miss your assistance here in Sicily, what The Network needs is to move through this transition as quickly as possible, get restabilized. So what do you say?”
I think, then realize this isn't my decision any longer. “Zio, I need to confer with one person on this. Jessica.”
“Your slave?” Scoglitti asks. “Why?”
“Zio, I've fallen in love with her... and last night I freed her and asked her to marry me. No matter what, I have to take her into consideration as well.”
Scoglitti studies me for a minute, his eyes unreadable. It's a risk that I have to take, I realize. The old Cosa Nostra code required the members to place the Mafia above even their families, but The Network hasn't been quite so strict in this interpretation of the rules. Finally, he hums. “This Jessica... is she that remarkable?”
“And more, zio. I love her very deeply.”
“If she says no, what would you do?”
I shrug. “You still need an assistant here in Caccamo. It's a good town, a good place to be married, to have a family some day.”
Scoglitti hums, and strokes his beard. “I understand. Well, can you give me a call tonight with your decision?”
I stand up, brushing off my shorts before offering my hand to Scoglitti. “Zio, I promise. By midnight, you'll have my decision.”
We shake, leaving the office and heading outside. Scoglitti goes over to his Maserati, turning when he's half inside. “Rodrigo!”
