“No-one got the better of me before,” she continued quietly. “But now I have you right where I want you.” Lifting her hand, she revealed his gun, sliding a finger along the barrel and onto the trigger. With a glance down to his loins (where his erection had not entirely succeeded in receiving the messages his brain was firing out wildly and was still standing fully to attention, remembering more about its last night with Karla than even he did), she sighed regretfully.
“It would have been nice to try him again,” she said, “but this will be more effective. Where is it?” Suddenly she frowned.
“You didn’t shoot Maarten, did you?”
“What? What kind of person do you think I am?” he yelled at her. “It’s not loaded. I got him drunk and then, after an hour or so, he wouldn’t shut up about you. If you think I’m telling you anything with that thing pointed at me, you’ve got another think coming!”
She looked nonplussed at this. Raising the gun in the air, she pulled the trigger. There was a click, but nothing more and she shrugged at this. “Oh well,” she said quietly. “I was never much one for guns in any case. Not that I would have blamed you if you had shot Maarten. God alone knows there were plenty of times I wanted to.” Then a wide smile spread across her face. “Guess I’ll just have to try the old and trusted ways to get what I want.”
Cursing and shouting, Hayden yanked against the cuffs and ropes that bound him securely to his own bed. As much as anything he was angry at his own stupidity. Not that he had any intention of telling her any damn thing—no matter what she did.
What she did was to reach behind herself and unzip the red dress she was wearing. It slid like a lover reluctant to release her down her body to the floor, revealing those delicious breasts still bound up by a bra that, he realised now, was some kind of sports item to make her bosom appear smaller than it really was. Her waist, as narrow as he remembered, flared beautifully to her hips, covered by a flimsy pair of briefs. She looked so small—he should have been able to overpower her easily, but now he was the one defenceless. Unfortunately, his cock didn’t seem to mind him in the slightest and betrayed him defiantly.
“I never thought you’d be the sort to fuck hookers,” Karla continued, now unhooking her bra before kicking off her shoes and stripping her knickers. Suddenly, she gave a little jump in the air, her tits bouncing slightly as she clapped her hands. “I’m so stoked!” she almost yelled. “Since I stole that girl’s phone and worked out what I’d do, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you!” She leaned across his chest, leering down at him. “The gun would have been a real waste, don’t you think? This way’s much better.” With a tug of her fingers, she drew the red scarf across her neck and let it fall to the floor.
“Oh, wait,” she said, leaning back and opening the drawer to his table again. “I bet a guy like you will have... ah, yes.” She pulled out a pack of condoms and dropped them beside the gun. “Perhaps I can leave that out next to the bed,” she told him, gesturing towards the weapon. “It might be kinky to use it later, to shove it up your arse. I’d bet you’d like that, a posh boy like you.” A savage grin spread across her face.
“Will you please untie me?” Hayden said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.
“Later, sweetheart,” she said. She made no attempt to hide her accent now. He looked in confusion as she lifted her hands to her face, touching first one eye and then another. “Contacts,” she explained with an almost apologetic smile. “Bloody itch like buggery!” She glanced down at his crotch again, and this time he caught a flash of green eyes that he would have recognised immediately. “Speaking of buggery, I’m afraid there’s no way I’m letting that thing up my ass. Sorry I lied.”
“I get the feeling this isn’t the first time,” he said through gritted teeth.
She held her body over him, her face a few inches above his own, one breast brushing against his chest. “That would make two of us,” she whispered.
“I should have known it was you.”
“Well, people who have known me longer than you have been caught out when I go undercover. I wouldn’t feel bad about that,” she said lightly. Then, however, she shook her head. “However, letting me tie you up so easily—now that was stupid! As for the disguise, though, I’ve had a lot of practice.
“Did you know,” she asked, leaning across him, her breasts pressing into his thighs and her mouth inches away from his loins, “that every cell in your body replaces itself every seven years.”
“Very fucking interesting,” he snapped. “Now fucking untie me!”
“Temper, temper,” she cooed, sliding further up him until her hand rested on his balls, cradling them as she addressed his cock. “You like being tied up, don’t you.” She kissed him softly on the tip of his still admittedly hard erection and then pushed herself up, her breasts swinging slightly as she kicked one leg across his thighs. “Anyway, that means that once every seven years you are literally a completely different person. Me, I like to change more often than that. More like every seven weeks.”
“Like I said, bloody fascinating. Just my luck to cop off with a bloody schizophrenic.”
Karla raised an eyebrow. “Schizo? Me? Nah, no more than your average twenty-first century cosmopolitan girl. Anyway, that’s rich coming from someone who likes to adopt more than his fair share of disguises.”
“Whatever. Now will you please let me go?”
“Oh! ‘Please’! I like that. I bet you don’t say that very often,” she purred, squeezing his cock hard.
“You bloody bitch! Let me go!” Hayden’s face was turning red, though not as red as his erection which seemed to grow even larger in her tight fist.
She leaned forward, brushing his chest with her nipples. He struggled to butt her head but was pulled short by the handcuffs and she laughed as she drew away from him slightly.
“I much preferred you when you were begging me.”
“I was not begging! Ow! Will you please stop squeezing me like that!”
“Oh, stop pretending it hurt you soft lad. The way this fella’s twitching, I know he’s enjoying it. And yes, you were begging. A man like you doesn’t just say ‘please’. Now, come on, beg me.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Hayden’s eyes blazed wildly, his temper as much due to the humiliation that the lower part of his body seemed to be losing all connection with his conscious volition, enjoying the sensation of a woman’s firm grip about him. “Very well,” he said, attempting to control his anger. “Will you please let me go.”
She leaned back, letting go of him. Even in this state of almost fury, he couldn’t deny that she was utterly perfect—her breasts as large and as firm as he remembered but not too big, her hard nipples clearly indicating that she was enjoying herself. If he needed any further confirmation, the wetness on his thighs as she moved her crotch across him was plenty of evidence. And her face was divine, even though her dark hair were disconcerting, failing as it did to match his memory of her. He felt his cock twitch again.
“I don’t know,” she said, her face deliciously naughty. “You’re going to have to beg harder than that.”
“What the fuck? Okay, okay. I’ll beg. What do you want me to beg for.”
She leaned forward very slowly, smiling and letting her hands drop onto his muscled arms, holding him down so that he wouldn’t try any sudden moves even in this compromised position. Her face came closer to his and she turned her head slightly, so that her lips were close to his ears. His nostrils were filled with the scent of her perfume. His treacherous erection jumped to attention, eager to be grasped again.
“I want you to beg me to fuck me.”
“You are utterly insane!”
“I know, I make a point of never fucking the same man twice, but for you I’m willing to make an exception. Now, come on, beg.”
“For fuck’s sake... okay, okay. Please, will you fuck me?”
“Oh, Hayden. That’s very unsporting of you. Try it again—with more feel
ing this time.”
He sucked in his breath, not sure how much longer he could hold himself. He gritted his teeth. “Please,” he said quietly, suddenly relaxing. “Fuck me. I’m begging you.”
As he said it, he suddenly realised that it was true. Karla sensed it too. Lifting her head above him, her face in shadow, she smiled. “I’d love to,” she said.
With that, the air escaped from him and he felt a release of utter tension. At last! his body seemed to say to his brain. Why don’t you just shut the fuck up and get on with it?
His irritation, therefore, was all the greater when Karla lifted up one leg and slid from on top of him, moving to the floor. As he watched her delectable ass as she bent over, he yelled: “What the bloody hell are you doing now?”
With a vicious smile, she stood back up, the scarf she’d worn when first she came in between her fingers. “I forgot this,” she told him, clambering back onto the bed and throwing her leg across him once again.
“What on earth’s that for?”
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” was her cryptic answer. “But at the same time I need to remember that I’ve got work to do.”
He was about to yell again but, as he opened his mouth, she quickly stuffed the scarf between his lips. He tried to spit it out but the flimsy fabric seemed to dry his throat, making it contract even as she grabbed hold of his erection once more. Raising herself up, he could feel her rubbing her sex against the tip of him, a tingling sensation running through his cock and down into his spine. Part of him wanted to scream in fury at her—part wanted to shout in desperate lust.
Reaching for the pack of condoms, she scattered them across the bed, lifting one to her teeth and tearing it open. Raising herself up, she balanced on her knees while she rolled the slick rubber along him before moving her buttocks back into position.
Rocking her hips back and forth, for a few seconds Karla seemed to forget all about her captive chained to the bed—or at least any part of him other than that which she held between her legs. “Oh god,” she moaned, her voice soft and lilting. “That feels so fucking good.” Her eyes flashed open with a blaze of vicious delight and she grinned down at him, her overpainted lips parting to reveal white teeth. For an instant, Hayden thought that she looked like a vampire and his cock gave an extra leap.
“I can’t tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”
So saying, she began to push herself down onto him. It was clear from the way with which the tip of him entered her that she was soaking wet and her lust was no lie. Yet she had to force herself to be able to take him all with one thrust, and the resistance he met as she lowered herself past the midway point caused her thighs to tremble.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped. “Oh Mary and all the saints in heaven. Oh, God! Jesus!” Her mouth went wide and she stared at him as, with one final effort, she sank all the way to his abdomen, a tuft of ruddy hair poking above where his erection was completely buried inside her.
“Oh, bloody hell! I swore I’d never believe in God again, but that’s enough to make me take the Lord’s name in vain.”
For his part, Hayden was sweating and trembling. His body ached to tear his hands free from the cuffs that bound him, to kick of the ropes that she’d used to tie up his ankles. A small part of him wanted to throw her off, to stop this humiliation: much more of him wanted to break free so that he could slam her down onto the bed and punish fuck her into the utter oblivion of an orgasm. “Fuck me!” he tried to cry out, but the scarf muffled his voice.
“There,” she said after a few moments, glaring down at him in triumph, her face flushed as her pubis and its tuft of auburn hair pressed into his crotch. “Now we’re comfy, let’s remember why we’re here. Now, Hayden—concentrate! This is... oh, god, that feels good! This is important.”
Lifting herself up slightly, she bent forward so that his erection half slid from her. Her breasts, heavy and swollen with desire, the nipples stiff, brushed against his chest.
“Where is it?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
“Wumpf ish whaa?”
She rotated her hips for a second and Hayden groaned. He wanted to reach up to those swollen breasts, to do evil things to her, hold her down while he fucked the very life out of her, but for all that he struggled against his bonds he couldn’t move. Gasping slightly as he wriggled beneath her, Karla raised her hands to his mouth and pulled out the scarf. She kissed him, an act which he hungrily returned, like a man in a desert given water for the first time, then she leaned back, looking down at him with wolfish eyes.
“Where’s the key to the locker?”
“Shut up and fuck me!” He bucked his buttocks upwards and had the pleasure of seeing her eyes go wide. She smiled, her teeth white and sharp.
“You’re not in any position to issue commands,” she told him. “Now, let’s try again. Where’s the key?”
“I’m not telling you anything!” he snarled. God! His cock was going to burst at any moment!
“I thought you’d say that,” she said calmly, though her eyes flashed with green fire and her cheeks were bright red. Letting her hands fall to his shoulders, one still holding the scarf, she slid the fabric deftly around his neck.
“This is a trick I learned from a Tory minister,” she told him, almost sweetly except for the hint of iron in her soft, Irish voice.
“What are you doing?” he asked, panicking slightly as he felt the scarf contracting around his neck. Leaning further back, Karla held each end in her hands, looking like an evil succubus as she continued to rotate her hips. “I can’t breathe!” he said, fear rising in his chest.
“That’s the point,” she replied, her smile plainly evil now. “Let’s try again. Where’s the key?” As she asked the question, she began to pull on the scarf.
“Let me... agh! Ugh! Let me go!” Haden was bucking wildly now, trying to throw her off with his violent motions. Holding the scarf in one hand now, Karla used her other to balance on his chest and let out a strange laugh, her eyes wide.
“Wow! Just fucking wow! That’s what it must be to ride rodeo! Fuck! I didn’t think you could get any bigger!” Regaining her composure slightly, though with the flush in her face now spreading down her neck and across the tops of her breasts, which were beginning to glisten with sweat, she pulled harder on the scarf.
“Tell me!” she hissed. “Where is it?”
“Unagh! Aargh! Aa-yooo!” Inarticulate noises were all that escaped Hayden’s lips now. He felt darkness creeping to the edge of his vision and there was a burning sensation in his lungs as he struggled to breathe. She was right about one thing, however. It was making him even stiffer than he’d ever been before.
“Concentrate!” she snarled, banging her buttocks down on him so that he thought he’d explode. “Where... oh shit! Where is it? Oh fuck!”
For a few moments, she asked no more questions, grinding herself down as she fucked him on the bed. Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth opened in a silent O until, at last, she let out a low, groaning cry that became a series of sharp, piercing yells.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh, fuck, that’s it! Yes! Yes! YES!” She ground down on him, forcing her pubis against his, her legs trembling and her breasts shuddering in orgasm. Her grip did not lessen on the scarf, however, and Hayden felt the blackness encroaching further as his own erection swelled and throbbed, rippling before it too finally burst.
She collapsed on him after this, almost sobbing. Sweat was pouring from her and as her face came close to Hayden’s he could taste the salt on her skin, her natural scents mixed with her perfume.
“Bloody hell!” she whispered. She kissed him, hungrily sucking his tongue into her mouth. The scarf had loosened around his neck, and between the rough pressure of her lips Hayden swallowed in the air before she suffocated him again.
“Now, are you going to tell me?” she asked. “I don’t think you can die from this, but I don’t mind making you black out and waking you up to do it again—as
many times as we need.” Her fingers began to move around his throat, filling Hayden with both trepidation and desire.
For a few seconds, he said nothing. What the fuck! a voice suddenly burst inside his mind. Are you actually considering doing that again?
“There’s a safe,” he gasped. “In the living room. Set... set in the floor... in the right hand corner. You’ll find it in there. I swear it!”
She frowned at this. “You’re telling me already?” she asked, and he could hear the disappointment in her voice. “I thought I was going to have to torture you a hell of a lot more than that.”
He lifted his head to kiss her and she let him, cupping his cheek with one hand as the other let the scarf fell away. For a long time neither of them moved from that position—he straining up as far as his handcuffs would let him, she hunched over him, her face pressed to his.
“Very nice,” she said laconically when she finally pulled her face away. “Even your kisses are something to remember.” She winked at him and then winced slightly as she lifted herself from his now flaccid member. “Mind you, I’m not sure who’d be torturing who if we carried on. You’re a pretty impressive lad.”
“Aren’t you going to let me go?” He yanked one leg up, causing the rope to burn his skin slightly.
Karla staggered from the bed and had to use a hand to support herself for a moment. “I haven’t got what I want yet,” she told him. “Let’s see if you’re a good boy first. Who knows? You might get more of a reward than you deserve.”
As she slowly walked, somewhat gingerly, from the bedroom, Hayden lifted his head and stared at her retreating back, the muscles twitching slightly as she swung her arms, her buttocks clenching and unclenching as she walked. Somewhere down below, his traitor twitched.
“You bloody bastard,” he hissed at it, watching it stir into life again. “Look what a mess you’ve got me into this time!”
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