by Christa Wick
I started shaking.
"Try to relax, baby." Dino smoothed his hand up and down my arm. His body spooned mine, my back tucked against his broad chest, his thick, muscled thigh draped over my softer, plumper leg.
When my shaking wouldn't stop, he nestled closer until the full cheeks of my bottom cradled his erect cock. He’d been rigid like that at least half an hour, his length smooth but unyielding. The slightest shift of his body or mine caused his shaft to rub against me.
Trying not to think about his close and ready cock, I directed my thoughts toward the loaded pistol on the nightstand behind him.
"Do you always sleep with a gun next to you?" I couldn't figure him out. Even with my brief exposure to Feo and Manny, I knew Dino was different than them, better. He wasn’t slack-jawed and slouching. He carried himself like a soldier, and not like some sort of street soldier but a man with real military training. That was part of why I didn't want to think he was a criminal, part of why I wanted to trust him. My brain still told me I couldn’t.
"Usually it’s on the mattress." His hand moved up to massage my shoulder as I grew tenser at the thought of a gun in bed. "Rough world, baby."
"One you live in by choice." I turned my face into the pillow, trying to focus on just breathing so I could blot my feelings out. He shifted his hips and the friction as his cock slid against me ignited a fire low in my gut.
"Untie me."
"If I untie you, it will be to fuck you."
Uncertain of what I wanted, I shrank from him. Growling, Dino reached along my stomach, found the sash's knot and tugged at it. When it came undone, he rolled me onto my back and covered my body with his larger frame. His knee pressed between my thighs, forcing them apart.
Heat mingled with a cold panic inside me. My nails dug into his arms. I wanted to both push him away and hug him close. My hips lifted in an invitation even as I tried to push him back with words. "What are you doing?"
He didn’t answer at first, choosing instead to suck at the flesh of my neck as he molded his hands around my breasts. Only once he drew the first ragged moan from my throat did he respond. "I can't think straight with you next to me, Garnet. That's a death warrant for both of us. I need to take you."
"No, please…"
He couldn’t -- I couldn’t. I needed more time. I needed some sign.
"I’m going to fuck you, right now, knowing you’ll hate me for it. I’m going to kiss and lick and suck and tease until you beg for my cock and hate me all the more." His hands wrapped around my skull, his lips hovering half an inch above my mouth. "And damn my soul, little dove, I’m going to enjoy it."
Grabbing my wrists, Dino pinned my arms against the mattress. Lifting his ass, he used the fat tip of his cock as a wedge between my labia. He dragged the head along my clit as he doubled over to suck my nipple and areola into his mouth.
"I saw you go into the building, you know? I saw how you block the whole world out." As he confessed, he angled his dick down, bringing the fat head to rest against the ring of muscle securing my cunt. "I was close enough to see the beautiful blue of your eyes and smell your perfume, but you stared straight past me."
I couldn’t imagine missing him, couldn’t imagine any woman walking past him and not noticing him. "Where were you?"
He took a moment to answer, his lips and tongue occupied with coaxing my nipple to a hard point. "I was the dumb cholo at the mailboxes, baby."
"You’re not dumb." I closed my eyes, chastising myself for complimenting him. He had no right to my good opinion. He was my captor, holding me down on the bed, making me wet…making me want him even though I shouldn't.
Feeling the tentative push of his cock at my gate, I arched, moaning and parting my thighs a little wider. A roll of his hips forced just a fraction of the tip into me.
"You walk around telling yourself that if you don’t notice anyone, they won’t notice you. You’re wrong, baby, so wrong." His cock slid up, the head of the shaft soaked with my juices as he ran it over my clit. "It gave me time to look, to wonder what it would be like to press you up against the wall, pull your panties down…I wanted to tie you up and fuck you before you ever walked through that apartment door."
I closed my eyes, the need to cry filling them with unshed tears. He was lying, conning me when he didn’t need to. I wanted him in me, wanted his powerful cock and strong body to possess me.
"You don’t believe me, beautiful, even when you’ve had my cock hard for the last hour?" His incredulity sounded real, adding to my hurt and confusion.
Letting go of my wrists, he grabbed my hips, pushing me up as he slid down.
"Tell me you want me."
I shook my head, my response invisible in the shadows that filled the room.
His tongue parted my plump labia, licked up and down my slit. I was drenched, swollen, feeling even the lightest brush of his evening beard against my thighs or his callused hands on my hips. His tongue entered me long and thick. A slurping kiss of my cunt followed its penetration.
"I can taste the truth on you, little dove, feel it in your pulse and the way your hips seek me out."
His movements suddenly rough, Dino flipped me onto my stomach. He rubbed my juices all along my pussy, up over my perineum and across the tight quiver of my ass. The pad of his thumb pressed at it as a triangle of his fingers sank deep into my sheath.
The tip of his thumb pushed into me. I cried out, jerking, my cunt tightening around his fingers. "Such a tight pussy, how’s my cock going to fit into it?"
Fuck, I wanted to find out, wanted to feel him stretching me. My hips bucked, accompanied by a soft mewling moan that quickly turned into a keening cry for him to continue.
His fingers flexed inside me, twisted, flexed again. "Do you accept my cock, Garnet?"
I bit my lip, refusing to answer. How could I? I couldn't believe him, not really – and what would my consent reveal about me?
Take me, screamed inside my head. Don’t ask, fucking take me.
Something hard slammed against the bedroom door, the wood caving in at its center. Before I could react, Dino rolled away, the sound of metal scraping across wood audible as he scooped up the pistol.
"Behind the bed, now!" His feet hit the floor, his body crouched low.
Another slam against the door and the wood surrounding the locks shattered. The door bounced open an inch, the light from the hallway illuminating a thin slice of the bedroom floor. The handle of a cane pushed against the door, its knob silver and shaped like the head of some bird.
"Jefe, you could have knocked." Dino’s tone sounded relaxed but he didn’t abandon his protective crouch or lower his gun.
The cane retreated and was replaced by Manny’s head as he cautiously peered into the room. He darted out of sight and whispered something. With the sound of metal dragging along a wall, Manny poked his head back into the room and jerked it in the direction of the hall.
"Boss wants both of you, just as you are."
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Just as we were meant stark naked with a gun in Dino’s hand. He led the way down the hall, cautioning me with his upraised gun to hold back.
He stopped, half exposed to whatever waited for us in the room at the end of the hall.
"What’s this about, Jefe?"
"It’s about you risking an entire crew and a kilo of my heroine on a piece of pussy."
It was an old man’s voice, but nothing about it seemed weak or fatherly. It was Dino’s voice four decades from now if he stayed on his current path.
"So?"
I stopped studying the other doors in the hall and looked at Dino’s face. He was standing with his right side to me and all I could see was the side of his face quirked upwards like a bored smartass who wasn’t standing naked in the middle of a drug house, his only cover a magazine full of bullets.
"So show me that I didn’t make a mistake letting you in, chico, in thinking that you were smarter and better than these pendejos and could b
uild me an unstoppable army. Show me your little mule."
Relaxing the pistol along his thigh, Dino walked the rest of the way into the room. With his back against the wall, he faced the other men in the room. He placed the pistol on a table next to him then crooked a finger at me.
I took slow steps toward him, undecided on whether I should obey or pray that one of the doors in the hall was unlocked and had a window that opened onto the street. But if I ran, he’d have to face them on his own and I had a feeling both our lives were in danger. Whatever his motivation had been, he’d taken a huge risk when he stopped Feo from cutting my throat. Whether or not I got away, he’d be dead before I reached the front yard.
Chewing at my bottom lip, I entered the room with my gaze focused on Dino.
He offered a slow blink and a nod of his head as if deliberately trying to calm and center me. "Come closer, baby girl."
Feeling their gazes clawing at my flesh, I obeyed. When I was within arm's reach, Dino gripped my hips and guided me until I stood directly in front of him. His hands circled behind me to cup my ass cheeks. His foot swept between my legs to coax them further apart.
He kneaded the fleshy globes of my bottom, his breathing slow and hypnotic in my ear. "So beautiful," he whispered. "Every last dick in the room is hard looking at you."
He kissed me, my mouth, my neck. His big hands pulled me close to him and then relaxed before repeating the rhythm. His cheek nuzzled mine but he was only half with me. A thick cord of tension ran through him, his posture appearing relaxed but alert beneath my hands.
Knotting his fingers in my hair, he turned my head to one side. Starting with a slow lick of my top lip, he kissed me. His free hand moved between us to palm my mound as his tongue pushed between my teeth.
His fingers found me wet, still ready for his cock despite the audience that would kill us if given the slightest excuse.
He moved us toward the table along the wall, half sitting on it with his pistol behind him. I straddled his upper thighs, his fingers sluicing up into my wet cunt.
Only the devil knew how many eyes watched us. But for a few hard rocking minutes, Dino made me forget that the rest of the world existed. Leaning back, his hands gripping the edge of the small table, he looked down at his erect cock.
"Ride me, beautiful."
A soft command, but a command nonetheless. I lifted up on my tiptoes. Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft to hold it steady. He groaned, his tongue parting his lips to lick at them. My pussy already clenching in anticipation of his thickness, I tried to force myself to relax but only drew tighter. I waited for the next pulse of my cunt as it ebbed and then settled onto his cock. I knotted around him, the air vibrating with my pleasure as I exhaled.
I saw the same vibration in his parted lips, desire -- not fear -- making them quiver. Resting my forearms lightly across his shoulders, I tilted my hips forward until I was fully impaled on his cock. He had stopped watching the men behind me, his gaze focused like a laser where our bodies met. I wrapped my hands around his hips, my thumbs pressing flat against the protrusion of bone on each side for balance.
I could feel every inch of him, the network of veins, the fat head like the pommel of a saddle. Tissues swelling, my cunt gripped his cock. I dipped, rolled, every sensation magnified by his size and my arousal.
I lifted up. The thick head dragged inside me to hook and tug at my opening. His strong ass thrust upward to spear deep inside me, battering at my cervix. Moaning, I rested my head and hands on his chest, my hips taking up a slow grind. My nails scratched at his chest as I sucked at his flesh.
So good. So fucking good.
My grind grew more desperate. Dino cupped my face, tilting my mouth up to greet his. He kissed me between my pants and groans as I sped toward my climax, slamming my cunt down the length of his cock, lifting, slamming, grinding as my nails dug at his flesh. Juices seeped from my pussy, wetting his lower stomach and smearing my thighs.
The moans leaving me were no longer human but sounds of pure animal pleasure. He stayed thick and long while I grew tighter and tighter. I knotted around him, my pussy coiling and whipping as he continued kissing me. My nipples, sensitive and swollen with a sensual ache, dragged against his chest. Dragged as I knotted and knotted then froze.
I felt him jerk inside me, coming with me, his kisses turning to bites as he wrapped an around my waist to keep me from falling as my body went limp.
The kiss and our climax ended.
Behind us, a mocking clap sounded. "You should make a video -- how to train your bitch in just one day."
Chairs scooted across the floor, followed by the heavy thud of a black duffel landing at our feet. A hand gnarled with age thrust a manila envelope at Dino.
"You’ve got two days to get this to the D.F. or you and your little mule…" The old man brought his cane around front. I caught a glimpse of the carved silver rooster head at its tip before he lightly dragged the beak along my throat.
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Two hours later, we were on the road. Each attempt at speaking earned a stony side glance from Dino or a terse "not yet."
We stopped once, pulling into an alley behind a burnt out liquor store. He left the van for less than two minutes, forbidding me to do anything but look out the front window. When he returned, we drove south. Eighty minutes later, somewhere between Eloy and Picacho on a dirt road off I-10, Dino pulled up at a rundown industrial-looking building. Putting the van in park, he left the headlights on but turned the engine off. Reaching across the center console, he briefly took my hand. "Moment of truth, little dove. Wait here."
That was it -- leaving the keys in the ignition, he got out, walked behind the building and didn’t reappear. Twenty minutes later, a woman approached the van from the opposite half of the building, her lithe frame illuminated by the van’s headlights. She looked about forty, with short-cropped dark hair. What really stood out was the dark blue nylon jacket she wore over her jeans -- it had a gold star in a circle on the left front, the words "U.S. Marshal" in big print below the star.
Reaching into her jacket pocket, she pulled out a badge. "Miss Williams, I’m Marshal Hollman. Leave the keys and come with me -- please."
She opened the door and I stepped out, letting her lead me into the building. The interior was hollowed out, filled with rusting machinery surrounded by a few ceiling high partitions. Ten feet in from the door we entered, a folding table and a few chairs had been set up. A graying male sat in one of them. His jacket was a darker blue, the lettering on it boldly proclaiming DEA. Above him, a lamp was suspended from the ceiling, its small but intense circle of light like some parody of a cop show interrogation room.
Hollman pointed at the chair across the table from the man. "If you’ll have a seat, Miss Williams."
Listening for movement in the building, I nodded at the man and sat down. Everything was quiet, no sign of Dino -- if that was even his real name. I was starting to think it wasn’t.
"We understand you’ve had a pretty rough day." Hollman sat down and pushed a crop of bangs aside to reveal dark brown eyes. She smiled and pushed an unopened bottle of water toward me. "Do you know what WITSEC is?"
Rough was an understatement and, right at that moment, I didn’t give a fuck what WITSEC was.
"Where is--" Feeling a blush heat my cheeks, I dropped my question, opened the water and took a long drink.
"Agent Ramirez has returned to the field, where I hope you’ll let him stay." It was the man who spoke, his eyes as gray as his hair and openly hostile.
Hollman raised a hand, her previously relaxed gaze cutting in the man’s direction and narrowing. "We’ll get to that, Joe. WITSEC--"
"I know what it is." Realizing Dino had left without so much as a good-bye, I felt myself closing down. I was safe, but I had been abandoned to strangers with just a hand squeeze. I looked at Hollman and tried my best to keep the hurt out of my tone. "What are you offering?"
The short
answer was "not much." A fresh start, a new name, a butt load of rules to follow to stay in the program and a good-bye to my teaching degree. Half an hour later, Joe, who still didn’t have a last name, pushed a piece of paper toward me.
"Release from liability..." I quirked a brow at Hollman. "What’s this?"
She shifted in her seat, her eyes darting in Joe’s direction.
Scowling, he pushed a cheap pen at me. "It means you’re not going to sue the government or Agent Ramirez for anything that happened today." Folding his arms across his chest, his scowl deepened. "Or press charges."
Staring at Joe, I forgot to breathe for a few seconds. Did he know? My gaze darted to Hollman. Did she? How goddamn much? My eyes growing moist, I blinked.
Hollman put one hand on the pen, the other reaching across the table to rest lightly on my wrist. "You don’t have to sign this. It won’t affect your acceptance into the program the slightest bit if you don’t. You certainly don’t have to sign it today. You should at least think it over."
"Bullshit!" Joe pointed a finger at me. "You sign it. I can still--"
"Leave us, now!" Hollman rose up, anger staining her cheeks as she pointed at the opposite end of the building. "You don’t have any authority to do jack shit. She’s mine."
I sat there, fuming, while they continued to argue over what could or could not be done to or with me. Hollman called another marshal in, confirming my suspicion that there were more people in the building. Dino -- Ramirez -- had to be there unless he’d left on foot, which I couldn’t imagine. As quiet as the building had been, I would have heard the sound of any engine.
In the end, Hollman and her reinforcement cleared Joe from the area, leaving me alone with the woman.
