Chapter Twenty Four
Gunshots rang out through the air and I squeezed behind the iron bed and waited. I held Leila in my arms as if our lives depended on it—and they did.
We would be safer here waiting until there was a body count. I knew what most people don’t know, that a high percentage of kidnap victims die in the rescue attempt. We had come too far and been through too much to die now. I at least had to have the opportunity to explain to her why I had done this. I looked up as the door flew open revealing Agent Reynolds and felt a wave of relief. “We have to get moving—she is so sick.”
He grabbed me and ushered us into a waiting ambulance—let the agents deal with the fallout of this mess, I had only one thing on my mind and that was getting this girl to safety.
Chapter Twenty Five
“You have to talk to him. He did what he had to. If you believe that he will ever release you, you are so very mistaken. You don’t know my brother like I do, he is crazy.”
I leaned against the pillows that she had placed behind my back and eyed her. “I’m very aware of how crazy that your brother is.”
“Leila, what you aren’t aware of is the power that he has to go along with that crazy streak of his. I have never seen him this obsessed with a woman before. He is never going to let you go.”
“You can’t just take people and keep them Farah.” I rolled my eyes at the audacity of such a claim.
“You aren’t in America, our men play by a set of different rules.”
“Farah this conversation is over, please just bring me some tea and let me rest.”
I looked up to see Akmal whispering something to Farah as she left.
He made his way over stretching his long suited legs out and clasping his hands behind his neck as he spoke. “She’s right you know? I have no intentions of releasing you.” He smirked as he spoke again. “She is also right about me being crazy.”
“You have no authority over me Akmal.”
“It amuses me that you believe that Leila. You have no idea the amount of authority that I have over you.”
I reached out taking my tea from Farah and took a drink. “I don’t understand you Akmal. You have a harem of women and yet you insist on the one woman that you can’t have.”
“I can assure you that I have never been faced with that dilemma.”
I finished off the tea and set the cup on the nightstand. “You can go now Akmal—I’m going to rest now.”
“You won’t be resting Leila, but you will be riding my cock.”
I immediately felt a heat surge in my loins. “You bastard!”
“Guilty as charged, my lady.”
Akmal
“I told you that we have ways of dealing with non-compliant females here in my country, when are you going to listen to me? When are going to realize that I am not a man of empty threats? I say what I mean and I mean what I say.”
I stood removing my suit and neatly laying over the back of the chair. I stroked my cock as I leaned down tweaking a nipple. “Mm, that little body of yours reacts so well to that aphrodisiac doesn’t it?”
“Fuck you Akmal.”
“Absolutely young lady. Now bend your knees and spread your legs, I want to watch you finger fuck that pussy of yours.”
I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back, “There it is—there is that come fuck me hard look. Suck your juices off of your fingers my little captive.”
“I, I’m not—oh fuck Akmal pleeeze.”
“No, I’m going to make you wait.” I made my way back over to my pants and grabbed her ring. “Do you want my cock I asked taunting her by pumping it in and out with my fist?”
“Yes,”
“Shh, give me your finger. That’s it,” I stated slipping it on.
“See, you can be a good girl.”
She was groaning as she writhed like a snake on the bed, begging me to fuck her with her eyes. “You’re coming back to my bed tonight, right?”
“Fuck Akmal, anything, I’m horny, make it stop.”
“Shh, I’m in no hurry.”
I lowered my head between her legs lapping at her juices as I pushed two fingers slowly into her. “Are you going to cum for me baby?” I taunted her. In no time she was bucking up towards my fingers. I pushed her legs back forcing her to take the full onslaught of a raging orgasm.
“I need to be fucked Akmal, I need it.”
I flipped her over on all fours and slammed into her. I knew that aphrodisiac was turning her into a slut just for me. She was right; she needed to be viciously fucked. I dug my nails into her hips, listening to her scream out my name.
It never got old with her. No matter how many times I fucked her, I wanted her again. I never got tired of her and I never would. I thanked God for the day that she was dropped into my life and I didn’t care how ruthless of a bastard that I had to be to keep her—I would do anything. I had no intentions of letting her out of my sight, much less letting her go.
I slowed my pace watching her claw at the sheets as I rotated my hips like a cork screw winding my way in and out of her. Over and over her body racked with orgasms that I gave her. She screamed my name, promising me the moon, and telling me that she would give me anything that I wanted. I listened to her lies and I knew that the only way that she would succumb to me would be if I made her—and make her I would…
Lady
I knew the next day that Akmal was gone for the day. Today would be the day that I satisfied my curiosity about who Akmal really was. He was a contradiction in terms—one day the villain and the next a hero. I was leaning towards him being some kind of spy. What else could it be for him to change roles at will?
I made my way up to the third floor and waited. I immediately knew what door led to the secretive office by the way that it looked. It looked more like a bank vault than an office door.
I ducked behind a corner and watched as Akmal’s assistant made his way to the door and punched a code in. I quickly grabbed my phone and turned the flash off starting the video app. I was blindly doing it and could only hope that I would capture the code that his large hands punched in. I waited him to leave and made my move.
I assume that lady luck was with me because I captured just what I needed—the code to get into that office and once and for all find out who my captor was. I was tired of this whole cloak and dagger scenario with Akmal.
Akmal
I chuckled as the red light on my wrist band alerted me that security had been compromised. I secured the office where no one could get in or out. It would be very interesting to watch the look on her face when she realized that she was trapped—priceless.
Sooner or later she was going to realize that she couldn’t win against me. It sure was fun watching her try to convince herself that she could outwit me though. She was one of the most tenacious women that I had ever been subjected to. It was just one of the many reasons that I found her so alluring.
She could bet her sweet ass that she would be getting disciplined for this little act of defiance. She wasn’t just fucking with me—she was fucking with national security. She had just given me all of the leverage that I needed to legally hold her hostage. I smiled as I thought of the age old adage ‘give a person enough rope and they would hang themselves.’ Once again Leila had put herself at my mercy—Life was good…
Lady
I made my way over to Akmal’s desk, I already knew that I wouldn’t gain access to his computer due to pass word security but I could still dig through his paperwork and desk drawers.
I was shocked to see that he had a picture of me on his desk—one that I wasn’t aware that he had taken.
Stalker
I picked it up looking at it. It was a picture where I was outside and had lifted a flower up smelling it. You could tell that I wasn’t aware that it had been taken and it caught an air of innocence. I wondered if that was why he liked it.
The papers on his desk revealed what I had already guessed. Akmal w
as a military Intel officer. I felt some relief at knowing that he wasn’t a terrorist. At least I hadn’t developed feelings for a monster—but who was I kidding—Akmal was a monster. Akmal was a very dangerous man and the fact that I never could get a ‘read’ on him only made him that much more of a threat. Provoking him wouldn’t be a good idea—so why did I constantly do it?
I heard the sound of a door closing and sealing and jumped beneath the desk. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest as I covered my mouth to avoid crying out in fear. I could see his Italian leather shoes standing right in front of me.
Akmal
I ran my tongue over my teeth making a tutting noise due to my irritation with Leila. “I can smell your fear. You sneaky little bitch!” I viciously fisted a handful of her hair and pulled her out. I pulled her in towards my face, “You know that horse whipping that I have been threatening you with—you’re getting ready to get it.”
She screamed and thrashed around as I literally dragged her ass to the dungeon. I don’t think that she realized the predicament that she had put me in. She would damn well get the message by the time that I got done with her though. This time she had gone too far—now she had no choice but to stay here with me—she had breached intelligence. Though I was glad to be able to legally hold her here, it still didn’t change the fact that she had blatantly disobeyed me and she was going to be disciplined. She would never forget this night—never!
I strapped her to the St Andrews cross and she was still trying to fight me. The look of terror in her eyes already had my cock hard. I’m such a fucking monster. I stripped down to my boxers and got my knife. She was immobilized and still trying to fight. I had even strapped her neck and head down and she was trying to fight me. I couldn’t remember ever seeing her this scared and I couldn’t ever remember being so turned on by her fear.
I took my knife and began cutting her clothing into shreds. She jumped as I tore into it with my hands, throwing it to the side. I ran the tip of the knife down her collar bone as I spoke, “You shouldn’t be moving—you could get cut.”
Right when I said the word cut, I nicked her skin and licked a drop of blood from it. “I told you so, but as usual you didn’t listen.” I spit hissed in her face, “I can assure that after tonight you will though. I held the knife to her throat, “If you were anyone else I would kill you.”
Her whimpers begging me for mercy were making my cock throb. I couldn’t remember a time that I wasn’t kinky—and I couldn’t remember a time that a woman brought out the full extent of my kink before her. I kept the knife at her throat and looked up through hooded eyes, “You have a choice: the whip or a cane?” She shocked me when she answered, “Whatever pleases you.”
When had she become the woman who enjoyed the vile things that I did to her—when had she become my sex slave?
I nuzzled in her hair and growled, “Such a good girl.” I made my way over to the cabinet and was humored by the way that she tried to follow me with her peripheral vision. I came back standing in front of her and held the cane bending it in my hands for emphasis as I facetiously eyed her and spoke. “I’m not going to lie to you—this is going to hurt like a bitch. You will learn a lesson about obeying me after tonight I can assure you of that.”
Lady
I heard the whiz of the cane flying through the air right before the white lightning pain shot through my body.
“I left you turned around so I could see your face in pain and agony, Leila.
Over and over the cane struck the tops of my thighs but always in a different place. I cried and sobbed until finally I gave into the pain that had now become a concoction of adrenaline, endorphins, and dopamine. I heard him throw the cane to the side and I fell into his arms as he released me carrying me to the bed.
When had I become the woman who enjoyed the agony that this man put me through?
Akmal
I peeled her sweat soaked porcelain body off of me and gently laid her on the bed. I gently bent her knees and licked over her slit. “So wet—you are soaked girl. When did you discover that you enjoyed the things that I do to you, Leila?”
I didn’t expect an answer; she was too out of it. I went back to tasting her sweet musky essence and pushed two fingers into her pulling them back towards myself. Suddenly she came alive as if an electricity surge had coursed through her. Screams of ecstasy bounced from the dungeon room walls as she climaxed. I made my way up mounting her as I pinned her to the pillow by her hair. I ground down into her as I whispered threats into her ear. “You will never escape me. I can’t let you go, you’re a drug that I crave—a habit that I could never kick. You’re staying here with me Leila, your place is here with me now.”
Tiny little weak whimpers spurred me on as my thrusts became more rapid and demanding. It didn’t matter how many ways I took her, I couldn’t get enough. She was what I would never become: captive-sated…
Chapter Twenty Six
Akmal sat at the head of the table and addressed the high ranking American military officials.
“When I attended Warsaw Military University it was because I had one desire, and that was to save the lives of our American military service men and women.”
Akmal had spent his life in military service—he bled red, white, and blue. He had spent much of his life developing and bettering technology which enabled the Military to detect land mines. Countless of lives had been saved due to Akmal’s love and commitment of and for the United States Military.
He glanced down at his wrist band that flashed red and had to stifle a chuckle. His little American captive was at it again—nosing around where she had no business.
Her last episode had enabled him to keep her on house arrest under his supervision. It had worked out quite well for him when she breached security. Evidently she was due a trip to the dungeon. Akmal had noted that she would do things to purposely get in trouble. The games that they played and the trips to his dungeon kept his little captive just where he wanted her to be mentally and emotionally—Captive-Sated…
The End for now…
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