by Belle, Jove
“This will help.” She removed her hand, and Jude missed the cool touch immediately. When the touch returned, her fingers were covered in ointment. She massaged carefully, working the balm into Jude’s flesh. By the time she finished, Jude was squirming with renewed excitement. And wet all over again.
“You really are insatiable, aren’t you?” Hollis trailed her fingers through pooling moisture between Jude’s legs and swirled her fingers at the opening of Jude’s cunt. Teasing, but not really touching.
Jude nodded and pushed her hips back, encouraging Hollis to do more.
Hollis lingered there, her fingers stroking Jude with no real intent or purpose, and it was maddening. Jude drew tighter, the ball of heavy energy pulsing and expanding.
“Please.” She gasped the word without really meaning to. So far, Hollis had wanted her vocal, but that didn’t mean she wanted her to beg.
“Hmmm, you feel wonderful.” Hollis pushed inside with what felt like only one finger. She withdrew just as quickly. “Tell me what you want.”
She returned to the same lazy pattern as before, circling, dipping in, but never really touching Jude. She’d draw close, tease at something more substantial, then shift course. Once again, Jude was well past sloppy wet, and yet she had no idea what she wanted beyond just to come.
That wouldn’t be enough for Hollis, she knew. Hollis was the type of woman who wanted specifics, details, and Jude was too fractured for that level of coherence. But she was damn well going to try.
“I want…” Jude swallowed, her head swam from the teasing pressure. “I want you to touch me.”
Hollis laughed and the vibrations resonated through Jude. “I am touching you.” She pressed inside again, still not enough to truly fill Jude. Just enough to make her yearn for more. Then she went back to her arrhythmic play, swiping her fingers, then massaging with her knuckles, always moving but never taking purchase.
“My clit. Please.” Instant pressure on her clitoris, firm but unmoving, made Jude gasp, and her hips jerked.
Hollis pressed against her low back, holding her tight against her lap. “Don’t move.” She did not, however, move her fingers against Jude’s clit.
The pressure grew but didn’t shift, and it took all of Jude’s willpower not to squirm. The slightest shift and she’d be gone, completely blown apart.
“What else?”
Jude was submissive by choice. She’d learned long ago that her body responded better to sexually aggressive and dominating partners. She didn’t want to think. She only wanted to respond, to do as commanded without worrying about the right or the wrong of it. She didn’t want to think about if she should do it, or if her body could handle it. She trusted her partner to take on all that burden. All she had to do was say yes and let go of her control. It was glorious and freeing.
And yet, prostrated emotionally and physically to Hollis, she struggled to do what was asked. Not because she didn’t know what she wanted, but because she was afraid of how very much it excited her. She didn’t know how much saying the words touch me would turn her on. She’d never been a dirty talker. Often gagged, sometimes literally, but most often figuratively, she wasn’t accustomed to hearing her own voice in the middle of sex.
She groaned loudly but couldn’t speak. What did she want? Hollis had asked the question, and she needed to find the words to explain her desires. “Please.”
The pressure eased, then pulsed. “Please what? I want to give you what you want, Jude, but you have to tell me what that is.”
Jude was absolutely certain Hollis knew what Jude wanted without Jude saying the words aloud. She took a deep breath and gathered herself. She could do this.
“Circles. Please.” Said aloud, it sounded absurd, and decidedly unsexy. Jude tried again. “Make circles with your fingers.”
Hollis massaged the muscles of her back with the hand that pinned Jude to her lap. She made tight, probing circles that felt amazing, but were nowhere close to what Jude needed. She sobbed with frustration.
“Like this?” Hollis didn’t laugh aloud, but Jude could hear the amusement in her tone.
“No, your other hand, on my clit.”
“Oh. You mean like this.” All the laughter disappeared from Hollis’s voice. She was suddenly all dark and intense and incredibly seductive.
She moved over Jude’s clit with slow, deliberate movements, circling just like she asked, but never quite pressing hard enough.
“More, please.” Jude tried to push against Hollis, to force more contact, greater pressure, but Hollis moved with her. She adjusted her legs and pressed even harder against Jude’s back. It put amazing pressure on Jude’s low abdomen that worked in tandem with the touch against her clit, and her arousal jolted through her.
“God, yes.” Jude gasped. The sensation was unexpected, the pressure coming into her cunt from the wrong place, but it felt so very good. It overwhelmed her.
“Can you come like this?”
“Yes, I think…maybe.” Jude shook her head and focused on the feeling building inside her.
“Rock against my knee.”
Permission to move and so she did, humping frantically into Hollis as she continued to play with her clit. She teased it with her fingers—circling, flicking, massaging, and drawing it out—but her attention and pressure didn’t wane.
“So good.”
“You can come now.”
Hollis twisted her clit between her fingers, pinching and tweaking hard, too hard, and Jude shouldn’t have been able to come, but she did. In a great overpowering wave, her orgasm consumed her, starting low in her belly where Hollis’s knee still drove into her, and radiating out until all she could do was shudder and whimper.
Smooth, calming strokes worked over her back, and she knew peripherally that Hollis was comforting her, easing her down.
“Wow.”
“You liked that?” Hollis eased Jude into a kneeling position on the floor in front of her.
“Very much, thank you.” Jude bowed her head, not as a matter of training, but out of pure exhaustion. Hollis stroked her hair.
“I’m going to get you a set of Ben Wa balls.”
Jude clenched with anticipation. She’d used them one other time, and it had been a life-changing experience.
“I really do need to go.” Hollis sighed and then stood. “Take your time and pull yourself together. You don’t need to rush.”
“Okay.” But she really did. She had homework, of all things.
“Tomorrow,” she said as she turned on her heel and headed out the door, “try not to disrupt my class again.”
The door closed with a solid, final click, and Jude roused herself enough to begin getting dressed. Her body felt battered and spent. She pulled her shirt over her head, taking inventory of the tender and sore places.
Hollis was right. Tomorrow Jude would be the model student. But the next day, or perhaps the day after, when her body had recovered…well, that remained to be seen.
Jude slipped out of Special Agent Beverly Hollis’s office and took one final glance around the room before closing the door. She wasn’t too worried about the details of the room. She would be back again soon enough.
*
Jude stretched and yawned. She still couldn’t sleep as well as she did at home in her own bed, but the sound of Reeva’s breathing machine no longer kept her up at night. She awoke damn close to refreshed.
Reeva’s bed was already made and she was singing in the shower. It was her thing. She sang loud, off key, and with absolute joy in her voice. Jude would like to somehow replicate her enthusiasm for the day, but snarky cynicism had worked for her for this long. There was no changing it now.
A light knock sounded at the door, more a gentle tap-tap-tap than an actual answer-me-now knock that she’d grown accustomed to here. Everyone, it seemed, had an agenda, something to prove, and they were determined to start with their knock. It was obnoxious.
When she answered the door, Jude found
a short woman she’d never seen before. She held both hands behind her back and glanced up and down the hall before speaking. “Are you Jude?”
“Yes,” Jude answered reluctantly. This woman was skittish, which usually resulted in all sorts of bad things.
Before she could ask why the woman wanted to know, she thrust a package into Jude’s hands, turned, and literally ran away. Jude was too tired to chase her to find out what in the merry hell that had been about. She shook her head and shut the door.
The box was small, maybe six by four by three, and covered in shiny red paper with a satin bow on top. In fine, solid penmanship, the words Open Me were written below the bow. She recognized the writing as Hollis’s. She didn’t find that comforting at all.
Still, she recognized a command when it occurred, even in writing. She pulled the lid off and stared, probably open-mouthed, as she was too dazed to really control herself. Inside lay two perfect silver globes, stainless steel, actually, each about an inch and a half in diameter.
Ben Wa balls. As promised.
Jude was so stunned she didn’t notice Reeva had finished her shower until she asked, “Hey, what’s that?”
Her voice was far too close, and Jude slammed the lid back on the box and shoved the whole thing under her shirt. “Nothing.” She sounded like a guilty teenager, and she absolutely couldn’t change that image with the box-shaped protrusion sticking out beneath her top.
“Okay.” Reeva drew the word out and smiled, clearly confused and uncertain. She’d learned, however, that no amount of prying would convince Jude to talk if she wasn’t in the mood. “Bathroom’s open.”
“Thanks.” Jude grabbed her clothes, which she’d laid out the night before, and scooted into the bathroom.
Locked safely in there, Jude set the box on the vanity. She’d done a lot of truly debauched things in her life, and frankly Ben Wa balls weren’t particularly scandalous. Unless, she realized, they were delivered to her room before breakfast with the possibility her roommate could have answered the door instead of her.
The ridiculous deviance of it all made her giggle. From Reeva’s point of view, she probably looked and sounded like an idiot. That made her giggle harder.
A few deep breaths later she finally got hold of herself and stopped. She eased the top off the box, prepared this time for what she’d find inside. Along with the stainless-steel balls, she discovered a note, a piece of plain white printer paper folded into a tight, small rectangle with her name penned neatly on top.
She unfolded the note, clearly a communication of expectations from Hollis. It’d been a long time since she’d received directions in writing, and the process always thrilled her. It showed great forethought and care. There was nothing spontaneous about purchasing a gift, then printing out careful instructions for how to use it.
She spread the paper on the countertop, pressing the creases flat with her palms. The message was brief and simple.
Put these in now. I will remove them later.
Such benign, innocuous words had never excited her so much. The thought of going through her day with the balls rolling and shifting inside her made her squirm in anticipation. They should be easy to insert, but their size could be a problem if the day held too much physical activity. Easy to go in meant that they were also easy to come out. If Hollis had another seven-mile run planned, Jude would lose them before the first mile marker.
And really, how would she explain that to her classmates? “No worries, folks. Give me back my sex toy and go about your business, please. Nothing to see here.” Yeah, right.
That scenario, however horrifying for Jude, would be equally exposing for Hollis, if not more so. She would trust Hollis to not place her in a losing situation that would embarrass them both.
She liked to linger in the shower, the feel of the water soothed her skin and eased her into the day, but she didn’t have time for that, thanks to Hollis’s gift and her giggle fit. She hurried through the basics and delayed inserting the balls until the last possible second.
She had her shirt on, shoes tied, and pants drooping around her thighs when she finally eased the first one inside. She didn’t project a very sexy image in her bathroom mirror, but no one was there to watch. And the balls, while a lot of fun, quickly turned to too much stimulation. The longer she waited, the less likely she was to orgasm in front of her classmates.
The extra few minutes she gained by waiting until she was fully dressed wouldn’t make much difference at all, but she felt slightly more in control because of it.
She inserted the second ball and shifted slightly, just to get used to the feel of them inside her. They moved within her, pressing against her vaginal walls in the most delicious way. She pulled up her pants, fixed her belt, and trained her expression in the mirror.
When she looked sufficiently placid, she stepped out, ready to face the day.
*
The gun range was nicer than the one Jude used in Portland. Bigger, too. They’d issued her a Glock 19 that looked serviceable, but she preferred the feel and weight of her own Sig Sauer P226. She could have brought it with her, but the amount of paperwork required for her to bring it on the plane was staggering. There was a time when all she had to do was show her badge and that was enough. That was, of course, before 9/11.
The one big advantage of the Glock over her Sig was the extra two rounds in the clip. At this point, though, she’d spent so much time shooting her P226 that she automatically stopped squeezing the trigger after she counted out thirteen shots. Then she’d remember the other two and work through them quickly. The extra bursts made her smile.
“You’re good.” Reeva yelled the words because she’d left her ear protection over her ears at the end of the last round. Jude pulled them off and let them drop around Reeva’s neck.
“Thanks.” She stepped to the side to let Reeva move into position, then dropped her magazine out and set the pistol on the low shelf beneath the top counter. She didn’t want Reeva grabbing the wrong gun by mistake because the kid was a shaking mess. Whereas Jude found the muffled gun blasts almost soothing, Reeva found them completely disturbing.
“I still don’t understand why we’re doing this.”
Jude didn’t really get it either, since the gun range was part of basic training and had nothing to do with terrorist-specific training. But it took up only a couple of hours at the end of the day, just like the insane course Hollis had made them run the previous week. Maybe those exercises were meant to give the students a chance to clear their thoughts and return to normal.
And that might have worked for her if it wasn’t for the damn balls inside her. They shifted and slid every time she pulled the trigger. And of course she’d clench to keep them in place. The internal pressure against the motion of the balls had been building inside her all day. The shooting range was the evil, erotic cherry on top.
Hollis stared at her from across the range, a small, knowing grin on her face. She gave Jude the barest of nods, then turned her attention to a student closer to her. She knew how close Jude was to rubbing up against the nearest warm body until she came. The thought was mortifying because, how in the hell would she explain that to Reeva, the nearest warm body? Not to mention that if she gave in to the impulse, Hollis would punish her mercilessly later. Although that might make it worth it.
“Seriously, what does this have to do with terrorists?” Reeva continued her complaint as she snapped her ammo clip into place.
“No idea.” Jude squeezed her thighs together and almost fell over. Maybe when the next round started and everyone else was distracted, she could do that a few more times and let herself come finally.
“Everything okay over here?” Hollis spoke from behind her, her mouth closer to Jude’s ear than she ever got to any of her classmates, but still far enough away to not raise suspicion. It no longer surprised her when Hollis did that, came out of nowhere and spoke directly into her ear from behind. But it still set her heart to racing in antici
pation of what was to come.
“Everything is fine.” Jude tried like hell to keep her voice level, and it worked for the most part. Hollis knew her well enough to sense the slight tremble, but it wasn’t pronounced enough that Reeva would have noticed.
“Really?” Hollis lowered her voice half a register, and Jude’s body responded immediately. Just like that, she was ready to leave and let Hollis take care of the need that had been building inside her with every shift of those damn, wonderful, awful balls. She already knew how to shoot. She didn’t need any more range time.
“How much longer?” She lowered her voice to match Hollis. Normally, she worked hard to remain indifferent during class, but normally she didn’t have steel balls inside her cunt. It tended to make a girl a little bold.
“Why? Are you eager to get out of here?” Hollis’s voice was deadly serious, her face deadpan. Still, Jude was pretty sure she was being teased.
“God, yes.” She breathed her response. If Hollis didn’t like the extra attention during class, she shouldn’t shove Jude’s cunt full of sex toys at the beginning of the day.
The light came on to signal the next round was about to begin. She could see people around her dropping their ear protection into place, but she waited. She wanted to hear what Hollis had to say.
“I want to take you to my house today. Is that okay?” Hollis asked the question, then took Jude’s earmuffs in her hands and settled them over her ears. Then she did the same with her own. Apparently Jude’s opinion didn’t matter.
She nodded, pretty sure her mouth was hanging open. Hollis smiled and walked away.
Jude watched her go and checked the clock. Fifteen more minutes, and it couldn’t pass quick enough.
Chapter Five
Reeva entered their room before Jude and turned to watch her enter. She stood with her arms crossed and foot tapping. She would make an excellent mom one day.
“When are you going to tell me?” Reeva asked.
