by Maren Smith
Still fucking her ass with the plug, he reached under her and stroked her clit. “I love seeing you so wet for me.”
Holly cried out as she pressed against his hand, begging wordlessly for him to work her swollen clit harder. Pinching it gently, he rolled the tender nub between his fingers, making her pant out her arousal into the bedding. “I’m so close, Flint! Please!”
Her whimpering cries made him grit his teeth against the throbbing in his balls. Flattening his palm, he spanked her pussy hard. “What’s my name, Holly? You’re messing it up so often, I’m not sure you deserve to come.”
She whined and pressed against his hand. “Master Miguel! Damn it, please let me come!”
“Not quite yet.” He shifted his weight on the bed, positioning his cock in front of her face. Grabbing her hair, he tugged her forward until her lips touched the pierced crown of his cock. “Open your mouth and show me what a good girl you can be.”
This was so wrong. He shouldn’t have touched her at all, much less spanked her pretty ass. Yet when she sucked his dick into her sweet, hot mouth, his eyes rolled back in his head and he hissed in pleasure. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried.
And he did try. When he attempted to pull out of her mouth, she growled, sending shockwaves of pleasure into his balls. Her teeth closed around him, not biting, but warning him to stay exactly where he was. It was a firm reminder to a wannabe dom that the sub held all the power. He could bluster and punish and deny all he wanted. At this moment, Holly held him in the palm of her dainty hand.
His eyes crossed and he thought his heart was going to stop when she pulled back until just the head remained in her mouth and stroked her pink tongue over his piercing, rubbing against the metal as she sucked him. Blinking to clear his vision, he stared down at her, his hands itching to tear away the blindfold covering her face.
Swearing under his breath, he pulled the fabric away, desperately needing to see her mismatched eyes, but dreading it at the same time. Would he see hate in those stunning orbs of blue and green? It would kill him, but he deserved her antipathy.
It wasn’t hate in her eyes, though. Her pupils were blown, nearly obscuring the irises. He saw the same want that boiled in his gut. It was a desperate need to consume and be consumed.
Holly blinked as the blindfold was whipped away from her face. Flint loomed over her, his large hand cupping the back of her head as she teased the head of his cock. She liked giving head, and he had that wonderful Prince Albert just for her amusement. His groans of pleasure were music to her ears as she played with the heavy gold jewelry.
Though her backside was still hot and sore from his punishment, she clenched around the vibrating egg in her pussy, jostling it against the plug in her ass. She couldn’t come from those tiny movements but she liked the tease.
She took him deep into her mouth, holding steady as his piercing hit the back of her throat. He growled and she took a deep breath before relaxing her throat to take him.
With a low curse, he pulled away, leaving a string of drool leading from her lips to the tip of his cock. She licked her lips, enjoying the sweet, slightly musky flavor of clean male on her tongue.
“Fuck me, Master Miguel.” She wanted to call him by his real name, but he was right. It was worth both their lives for her to keep them straight in her head. She tried to remind herself that Miguel was a costume. His alias was like her pink silk dress. When she put it on, she wasn’t Holly. She was kajira.
He wiped his face with a shaking hand, leaving the other clenched tightly in her hair. His jaw tightened, making the veins in his neck stand out in sharp relief against his dusky skin. “Holly, I—”
“Please, Master!” She thrust her hips against the pillow, desperate for a touch, any touch, to ease her need.
With a low curse, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. She whimpered as the foil wrapper tore, watching as he eased the latex over his thick cock. When he was sheathed, he buried his fist in her hair and lifted her face up for a torrid kiss that stopped her breath. The lack of air didn’t matter. Flint would breathe for them both. His tongue dueled with hers for supremacy, tasting her with delicious languor as his hands cupped her face.
Pulling away, he traced her swollen lips with a thumb. “I shouldn’t do this. There is so much danger, so much you don’t know about me. But God help me, I can’t resist you.”
Holly stared up into his beautiful, troubled brown eyes. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was better to keep their relationship platonic. They both knew there was no future for them. “None of that changes how much I want you.”
Flint squeezed his eyes shut, his hand still cupping her jaw. She shifted her hips and he growled when she spread her thighs in invitation. The bed shifted under his weight as he moved to kneel between her legs.
Her pussy dripped for him, a trickle of fluid slicking her inner thighs as she clenched around the toys in her ass and pussy. His warm fingers stroked her wet core as he eased the vibe out then twisted the plug in her ass, making her gasp in pleasure.
“Master, the plug—”
“Is going to stay right where it is.” He leaned down, covering her back with his warmth. “Have you ever fantasized about double penetration, little kajira?”
“I…” Her face grew hot with embarrassment and it didn’t occur to her to lie. “Yes, Master. I have.”
“Good girl.” Pushing the toy in deeper, he added, “This is as close as you’re going to get.”
Still covering her back with his lightly furred chest, he eased the latex-covered tip of his cock into her. His nipple piercings rasped deliciously against her skin, making her shiver as he slowly drove into her. That amazing Prince Albert rubbed her channel in all the right ways as he bottomed out, his groin pushing against the plug to lodge it deep. She was so damn full, and it was the most wonderful experience she’d ever had.
Resting his weight on one hand, he used the other to brush her hair away from the back of her neck then dropped soft kisses on her tender skin as he moved inside her, his gentle thrust and retreat dragging her down into sensual overload.
She wanted to beg him to move faster. Wanted it a little rough and dirty. Wanted bruises on her hips from his fingers. But she wanted his slow, languorous fuck to go on forever. It was almost as if he was making love to her, but that wasn’t possible. They barely knew each other.
“You are so gorgeous, Holly. I love the feel of your hot little pussy around my dick.” He shortened his strokes, snapping his hips back and forth to rub his piercing over her G-spot. “You’re so damned delicious, and fucking you is like heaven.”
Holly cried out, so incredibly aroused by his filthy talk that she nearly came from it. “Oh, God, Master, fuck me like you mean it!”
He choked out a laugh and straightened, his hands gripping her hips just like she’d wanted. “Be careful what you wish for, kajira.”
Digging his fingers into her soft flesh, he thrust so deep inside her she saw stars, but damn, it was so good. Using what little bit of leverage she could manage, she moved her ass back to meet his thrusts, drawing a harsh groan from him.
He moved his free hand between her legs and pinched her clit, the sensation almost as painful as it was wonderful. She screamed and clenched around him, unable to hold back the orgasm about to steal her wits.
Chapter 10
The clench of Holly’s orgasm nearly choked his cock off at the root. Between the slick tightness of her flesh and the plug, it was a wonder he hadn’t disgraced himself already. He’d entertained the thought of wresting two orgasms from his lovely kajira, but that wasn’t going to be possible. Already, his balls were drawn up tight against his body as he used every trick in the book to keep his own orgasm at bay.
When she screamed, he lost it, coming so hard he thought he’d broken the condom. It wasn’t the first time he’d made a woman scream out her completion, but hearing Holly’s cries of pleasure sent a shard of aching warmth directly to the shriveled thing he
called a heart.
Gripping the base of his dick to keep the condom in place, he eased out of her and quickly released the ropes around her wrists and thighs before helping her lie down to rest. Sweaty, disheveled, and flushed pink from their exertions, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Holly, tell me how you’re doing, sweetheart.”
A small smile twitched up the corners of her lips. “Just peachy, kind sir,” she slurred. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”
Flint shook his head and smiled as he rubbed the ligature marks on her wrists and thighs before easing the plug from her ass. She whimpered as it came out.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Did that hurt?”
“No, it’s all good, Master. I just liked it being there.” She sighed and nestled into the pillow, her face turned away from him.
“Good to know.” He brushed her hair away from her sweaty face. “I’m going to get rid of the condom and start a bath for you. Are you okay to be by yourself for a few minutes?”
She roused herself enough to open a blue eye, though the green one stayed firmly closed. “Gonna take a nap. I’ll shower later.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Fair enough. I’ll wake you later for lunch.”
Flint left her curled up on the bed and went into the bathroom. Flipping on the light, he eased the condom off his flaccid cock. The used latex hung from his hand over the toilet for a scant moment before he noticed the tip dripping viscous fluid into the bowl.
Oh. Fuck. He dropped the condom into the toilet and flushed before washing his hands. Cupping the cold water in his palms, he splashed his face and stared into the mirror. There was a part of him that was horrified. Another part crowed like a rooster and wanted to see Holly get round with his child. He squashed those imbecilic ideas firmly under the weight of duty.
He shut off the lights and trudged to the bed. Staring down at Holly’s sleeping form, he shook his head. It didn’t matter what he wanted. He’d settle this thing with Carmen and then he’d go on to the next assignment. There wasn’t room for anything else, but he would have to let her know about the broken condom when she woke.
Though he wanted nothing more than to curl up against Holly’s sleeping warmth, he tugged his phone out of his suitcase and sat down in the room’s single armchair. He typed in the complicated password before pressing his thumb against the sensor to disengage the lock. Three messages popped up from his handler.
His heart sank when he read the first. Vasyli Alexiov had been dead for almost a year, meaning either Holly’s name was wrong, or someone had taken his place. The second message advised him to hold tight and stick close to Carmen while his counterparts searched for more information.
The third made him want to throw up.
Do not interfere with the Grace Barnes affair. Be sure there is sufficient evidence to arrest Massino for her murder. Holly Dansen may still be an asset, but don’t do anything heroic to protect her. We already have her information.
He shivered and wiped the messages then dropped the device in his lap. Leaning back against the soft chair cushions, he scrubbed his face with his palm. His superiors called one woman ‘an asset,’ and another ‘acceptable collateral damage’ just to get one piece of scum off the street. They had lives, families, people who loved them. They were human beings. Picking up the phone again, his fingers flew across the virtual keyboard.
Get off your fucking ass and find out who took over for Alexiov.
It had to be one of Alexiov’s sons, or one of the goons he had run with. Flint had never been exposed to that facet of Carmen’s business and had only a vague idea of the players. He would give almost anything to leave this assignment to go shake some answers out of them. For the first time in nearly fifteen years of service, he questioned his place.
What right did the US government have to write off two people? He gazed down at Holly, so sweet and calm, her innocence untainted by the ugly truth of his life and realized he couldn’t do it. She was not going to be a sacrifice and, with luck, neither would Grace Barnes.
Flint cracked his neck, enjoying the release of tension. For now, he had a beautiful woman in his bed and some time to enjoy it. He tucked his phone away and crawled into bed. Gathering Holly into his arms, he buried his face into her hair and inhaled. Though the fragrant mass still smelled of chemical dye, her sweet scent came through.
For as long as she slept, he could pretend what they had was real and wouldn’t end when Carmen murdered Grace Barnes. It was just a stupid pipe dream, though. Wrapping himself around her comforting warmth, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off as he cocooned the woman he couldn’t have.
Holly traced the tiny lines around Flint’s eyes with a gentle fingertip. Even in sleep, he worried, and it made her sad. Peering closer at his face, she noted several tiny scars. He’d had a nose piercing, two in his left eyebrow, and his left ear had four open holes above the pink diamond. The body art didn’t bother her, though she wondered why he’d removed those pieces of jewelry and not the others. Maybe those hadn’t fit with the Mario Ricci persona he’d created.
She’d lain awake watching him for hours, and her stomach was reminding her they’d skipped lunch in favor of fucking like bunnies. She was still sore in all the right places from it, but the lowering sun along with her rumbling tummy were making her all too aware of the passage of time.
Even without being told, she knew their relationship, if one could call it that, had a sell-by date. It would end when Carmen was caught, or if the unthinkable happened and he killed Grace. Flint would leave, too. Holly sighed and traced the arch of his brow with a gentle fingertip.
If the unthinkable happened and Carmen managed to kill Grace Barnes, where would Flint go after that? Would he stay with Carmen, hoping to stop the shipments of weapons? Yes, she decided, he probably would. Pulling her hand away from his face, she got out of bed, careful not to jostle him.
Holly put on her costume, fisting the chain leash in one hand to keep it from making noise. Grabbing the keycard to the suite, she left, shutting the door quietly behind her as she slipped into the crowds moving toward the supper buffet. It was seafood night; her favorite. Biting her lip, she hoped Flint wasn’t allergic to fish.
As she made her way down the stairs, she noticed several submissives wearing blindfolds, their attentive Masters and Mistresses helping them. She blended into the crowd, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. Just a kajira on an errand for her Master, folks. Nothing to see here.
There were a few people she didn’t want to see. Carmen was first on the list, of course, but so were any guests she thought looked too observant to be at a resort catering to sensual pleasure, like the man who had spanked her during the demo that morning. She also didn’t want to see any of the resident Masters. They would invariably ask questions, and she didn’t want to be put in a position where she had to lie. Thankfully, Saturday night would likely see at least most of the resident Masters at Master Marshall’s private table.
She spotted Carmen at a table in a corner and darted behind the buffet line until she was sure she was out of his range of vision. Sitting alone, Carmen ate quickly, giving a venomous stare to every submissive wearing a blindfold. Despite the danger, she couldn’t help a tiny bit of smug satisfaction at his obvious irritation.
Catching sight of one of her friends from the kitchens, she hurried over to catch her. Careful not to make Mimi drop the heavy bus pan she was carrying, Holly said, “Hey, Mimi, can you help me? My master is resting and wanted me to bring supper up to his suite.”
Mimi gave her a cheerful smile and said, “Sure thing. Just give me a few to dump these dishes. I’ll even help you carry it upstairs.”
“You’re the best. Thanks!”
Holly followed Mimi into the kitchen then helped her assemble a large tasting tray for her and Flint to share. They used a side exit from the kitchen to avoid the crowd and made their way upstair
s. Juggling the heavy tray, Holly got the door open and the two women crept inside to lay down their burdens.
Mimi glanced over at Flint’s sleeping form and gave Holly a thumb’s up. He was sprawled in the position Holly had left him in, arms and legs starfished across the bed, one corner of the sheet barely covering his groin.
As she escorted Mimi out, Holly mouthed, “Thank you.”
“You are a lucky girl, Holly. He’s fi-ine,” Mimi whispered.
“Shhh!” She tried to quiet her friend, but couldn’t help a small giggle. “Yeah, he’s pretty yummy.” With a wave and a promise to catch up that Holly wasn’t sure she’d live long enough to keep, she shut the door behind Mimi and leaned against the wood, breathing out a sigh of relief.
Leaving the warming domes on their food, she sat down on the bed next to Flint. Amazingly enough, he hadn’t woken at all, despite the noise of two people setting trays down. As she let out a breath, her good mood faded and she rested her hands in her lap to keep herself from touching him again.
The poor man needed the sleep and she didn’t want to wake him. He’d been up all night chasing after Carmen, after all. Her pussy twinged at the memory of what they’d done after she’d gotten her demerits taken care of, but as needy as they’d both been, it wasn’t at all surprising he slept like the dead. Carefully sliding off the bed, she went to the table and sat down.
Lifting one of the cloches, she pulled a plate of steamed lobster tails from the tray, along with a small ceramic bowl of drawn butter. Reminding herself that lobster wasn’t too horrible for her diet as long as she didn’t drown it in butter, she slipped her thumb along the cut opening, pushing the meat from the shell. The trouble with lobster would be saving some of it for Flint. Holly freely admitted to a desperate need for a twelve-step program for her addiction to the succulent crustaceans.
Chapter 11
There was a certain redheaded kajira who needed a spanking. Keeping his eyes slitted, Flint watched the two women bring in large trays of food and whisper at the door. Though people who eavesdrop often hear things they don’t like, his ego got a little boost as he listened to their whispered conversation.
