ROMANCE: Resist Me (Taboo Romance, BDSM, New Adult, Pregnancy, Contemporary, Short Story)

by Styles, Celia

  “I thought you had given up smoking,” she said to him.

  “I have given up smoking tobacco. There are other things I like to do in this jacket.”

  He smiled at her and Riley smiled back.

  “I didn’t plan on having a secret agent save my life today,” she told him as he pulled the chair out for her. She seated herself as he slid the chair in place.

  “If you know who I am,” Dare said, “how can it be secret?”

  They ate dinner in silence. Riley wasn’t sure how much she should say or what he was allowed to talk about. The food was good and she could understand why it was a local favorite. Dessert came from the refrigerator and was an excellent chocolate mousse. She watched him eat it slowly, paying careful attention to the way his mouth worked. Inside, she wanted the mouth all over her body.

  “Should I help you with the dishes Agent Dare?” Riley asked as she moved her plate away.

  “No, I have one of those new dishwashers. It came with the place.”

  She stood up and strolled over to the couch, crossing her legs in such a way he could have a clear view of them. The robe split open at the bottom. He had a real good view.

  “Would you like me to put something on?” he asked, gesturing to the stereo. It was a large wooden console, one of the biggest ones Riley had ever seen. The apartment was nicely furnished, no question there.

  “Of course. I’m curious as to what a secret agent plays on his off hours.”

  Dare walked over to the album rack and pulled out an LP of John Coltrane. The album featured a full profile of the famous saxophone player on the cover. He was one of the masters of playing it and she had often heard her husband talk about his skill.

  Dare put the record on the platter and turned on the stereo, giving it some time to warm-up. He waited a few seconds, and then carefully lowered the tone arm to the surface of the vinyl. As it turned the slow sounds of Coltrane came out of the speakers next to the couch.

  “John Coltrane and stereo blues,” Dare said as she sat down next to her. “What could be a better combination?”

  “Do you realize I am a married woman, Mr. Dare?” she said.

  “I realize you are a modern woman,” he said in response. “One whose husband did not come with you on this trip. Is there some reason he stayed in St. Louis?”

  “He couldn’t leave on account of business,” she replied, leaning back on the couch. Riley noticed it was upholstered in leather.

  “Couldn’t leave or didn’t want to leave? There is a distinction.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “It is the way you were speaking. I think you know.”

  “Tom would never cheat on me.”

  “That you would know about. Perhaps you would like to see some pictures?”

  “Of what?”

  “Your beloved Tom with a friend. He has been having quite a bit of fun in the evening on those nights he was supposed to be working late.”

  Dare went to a drawer in the roll top desk next to the door of his apartment. He pulled out an envelope and brought it to Riley and held it out to her.

  “There are pictures in there of your Tom. Would you like to see them?”

  Riley looked shocked.

  “Why have you been following Tom?”

  “He came to our attention several months ago. His law firm has some very fascinating clients overseas. I don’t expect you to know about international arms dealers, but it is one of my specialties. Tom just happened to be in the wrong place when we were trying to gather evidence on the partners in his law firm. Normally, such pictures would be destroyed or saved for further use. I took the liberty of having them delivered before we came to my apartment. When I saw those men following you into the alley, I realized you were his wife. Before I intervened, I made a special call to my station chief and the pictures arrived before we did.”

  Riley played with the envelope in her hand. She looked at it, and then looked at Dare.

  “You expect me to believe such nonsense?”

  “Why don’t you open the envelope and find out for yourself? I’ve already had a look and your husband is very creative in his activities. I’ve already memorized some of those techniques for later use.”

  Riley slapped him in the face and tossed the envelope on the end table.

  “I don’t have to look at those pictures. I know what Tom’s been doing in the evening. Do you think a wife wouldn’t know?”

  Dare smiled at her.

  “It’s up to you. Don’t you even want to know which women he’s been meeting with”

  “I don’t have to know. They’re all a bunch of whores!”

  Riley stood up and went to the balcony doors. She stood by herself watching the city of lights come alive at night. The traffic was already busy on the main streets. She could see the French police busy at work keeping the cars moving along.

  Dare came up behind her and handed Riley the drink she hadn’t finished. She took it and knocked it back in one gulp.

  “Thirsty lady, aren’t we?” he said. “Just how thirsty are you?”

  In response she leaned her head, still wrapped in the towel, back on his shoulder. Dare took the glass out of her hand and sat in on the bar counter near him. Then he unwrapped the towel. Her hair fell all over him.

  “I think you are very thirsty,” he said. “I think you’ve known about your husbands affairs for a long time and the trip to Paris was an excuse to get some of your own.”

  “We were supposed to make a baby,” she said to him. “It’s not going to happen now.”

  Dare slid his hand under her robe from behind. He traveled up her stomach until he found the soft flesh of her left breast. He made circles around her nipple with one finger. Riley moaned in pleasure. Dare took his other hand and brought it around in front to grab the tie to her robe. One tug brought it apart and the tie fell to the floor.

  Riley slid her right hand back to Dare and found the folds in his smoking jacket. She moved the hand between them and located his manhood, which she had felt rise as he talked to her. She took her fingers and felt its outline. He was large. Riley had never been with any man other than her husband. Tom’s cock was adequate , but he never seemed to know what to do with it. This one felt primed for action. She ran her ringers further down the shaft and found metal.

  “What the hell are you wearing?”

  “It’s called a cock ring. It keeps me hard. Can’t you feel how hard I am?”

  “I can, but is Mr. Machine going to get in the way?”

  “Is this an acknowledgement?”

  “If Tom gets to fuck around, why shouldn’t I?”

  In response, Dare began nibbling on her ear. Riley let her robe open even more, exposing her pale white breasts to the secret agent. He removed her robe and let it drop on the floor while kissing her shoulders. Riley turned around and met his lips with hers. She embraced him with her hands around the neck and moved one leg between both of his. She could feel his raging erection and wanted it inside her. Dare began kissing her neck. With his hands he played with her brown hair.

  Riley found the release for his smoking jacket and let it fall open on the floor. Dare reached over to the wall and flicked a light switch. The apartment was bathed in darkness. He reached down and picked her up. With her naked form in his arms, he carried her to his bedroom. Riley noticed he had black sheets on his bed. Dare gently deposited her on the bed, which had to be the largest one she had ever seen. She looked up and saw a full mirror. He had the perfect seduction pad.

  “The people you work for must value your skills,” she said to him, laying out on her stomach and kicking one foot back. “They sure treat you well.”

  “M.A.T.E. takes care of its own,” he told her while climbing into the bed. “I bring a certain set of talents which are hard to duplicate. You would be surprised to know what a particular Cuban embassy wife likes to have done to the back of her knees.”

  “So you are telling me they use
you to seduce women?”

  “Among other things. They also use me to kill people when the need arises.”

  “But right now I’m off duty,” he told her, sliding up from behind. “And I do like my after hours.”

  He began to massage Riley’s back slowly and with deliberation. Riley enjoyed what he did and got a charge from feeling the cock ring on her thigh. She was feeling weak inside; the cock ring had turned her on more than she would have believed. She wondered how it would feel when he made love to her.

  Dare reached around and cupped her crotch. She was soaking wet.

  “I think our little St. Louis girl is ready for some high grade federal attention,” he told her while playing with a breast.

  She whimpered in agreement.

  “Did it excite you to know your precious husband has been fucking whores when you thought he was working late?” He asked her while kissing her ear.

  “What has he been doing?” she asked. “What do those pictures show?”

  “Oh those pictures show a lot. You would be surprised what kind of resolution you can get with a hidden camera these days.”

  He turned her over on her back and loomed over her body. She could see his phallus dangling above her, the ring circling his balls, just at the base of the scrotum. Dare began kissing down her front making small trails with his mouth as he went down to her waist.

  “I’ve learned a lot about eating pussy just from watching your husband in action.”

  Riley stiffened.

  “He’s eating those women out? That bastard has never so much as licked me below the waist!”

  Dare put her legs up on his shoulders. He began to kiss down her right ankle, stopping just long enough to comment.

  “Oh, you should really see those pictures. The man is an oral expert. I thought I knew everything, but he is the master.”

  “That asshole!” Riley snapped as she felt Dare’s teeth on the back of her thigh.

  “And he’s got some young ones on a leash. We’ve tracked him with at least four different women who work in his office building in downtown St. Louis. They slip into his office after hours each night and he goes to town on every one. Two of them are married. I bet their husbands wonder why they come home from work with a smile.”

  Now Dare was blowing on the soft fur above her crotch. He kissed it and began licking on the inside of her right thigh. She leaned back and begged him not to stop.

  “I don’t think a single one of those women are over the age of twenty,” Dared told her as he eyed the lips between her legs. “They have a lot of stamina. I will give him bonus points for going several rounds once a week. He leaves them satisfied, from what I can tell.”

  “Satisfy me,” she said, pushing Dare’s face between her legs and holding him there.

  She felt the orgasms come quickly and began shaking on the bed. She didn’t want him to stop and held him in the right location. Crying out his name she thrashed her head from one side to the next.

  “Make me squirt!” Riley begged.

  He did.

  Dare rolled Riley over on her stomach and pushed her knees under her. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and shoved it beneath. With her body in a good position, he slowly entered her doggy style.

  “You like this one? Picked it up from the photographs too.”

  “That asshole,” she said again as she felt the secret agent begin to thrust inside her. She had already climaxed but was ready for more.

  “You want to know how he fucks them in his office? He’s got a couch. Not as big as mine, but it works. Last week we saw him bring this little blond girl into his private office at lunch time. I don’t think anyone else knew what was going on. We got it all on camera; it’s one of the best photographs; if you want to look at it later.”

  She could feel Dare filling her up. He was moving back and forth, making sure she was pleased. He knew how to hit the right spots. Dare kissed her back as he continued to thrust slowly.

  “That little one was wet by the moment she arrived. She was all proper, almost a little lost sheep from a church. She had the plainest outfit you ever saw. Once he locked the door her clothes came off and he put a pillow on the couch just like this one. He had her crying in five minutes.”

  “Harder,” Riley begged. Dare increased his speed.

  “She left his couch wet. I’m sure it gave the cleaning crew something to talk about.”

  “I found some panties in his coat pocket last winter,” Riley cried out. “I was taking our clothes to the cleaner and the lady at the place pulled them out and asked me if they were mine. O, shit, faster.”

  “We still haven’t figured out where he gets the wind,” Dare told her. “We’ve even started taking super eight movies of him with those women. The station chiefs all want to see what he does. Half the wives of the American intelligence corps are getting the benefits of our work. Did you know that?”

  “I knew he was a hound dog, but not how much,” she said between breaths. “I’m so close now. Oh sweet God, make it good!”

  Dare increased his pulse until she Riley made animal noises. She dropped her head to the bed and screamed.

  Riley could tell when Dare was finished. She had already cum repeatedly when she felt him gasp and stop. Then she felt a warm sensation on the inside.

  She rolled over and looked at him. Dare was lying on the bed sweating. He was some lover, but everyone had their limit. Riley lay back on the bead and crossed one of her legs with his.

  “Jesus,” she said, “you just cummed a bucketful.”

  They did get some sleep that night, but Riley kept waking Dare up and grabbing him. After he’d satisfied her the fourth or fifth time, he rested his head on her thigh and looked at her.

  “I have to sleep, little one. I don’t think your master spy has enough sperm left in him to fill a thimble. Got to recharge.”

  He rolled over and went to sleep. Riley pulled the covers over them both and cuddled with Dare. This vacation might turn out alright after all.

  The next morning they slept in. When Riley had waked, she found Dare gone. She wrapped a sheet around her and went looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Standing in the middle of his apartment with only the sheet to cover her, she was shocked when the door opened. It was Alan Dare. He was holding the suitcase she’d left at the hotel.

  “They delivered it this morning at the front desk before you woke. I thought it might be a good idea to bring it up on my own.”

  She embraced him.

  “The shower is open. I already had mine”

  Riley kissed him and looked into his face.

  “I was hoping we could take one together.”

  “Sorry, you take it alone. I’m back on duty protecting America from the forces of evil.”

  Riley pouted, took some spring clothes out of the suit case and went into the shower. When she came out she was dressed and Dare had already set breakfast out on the table. He’s fixed scrambled eggs and toast with coffee and orange juice on the side.

  She looked at it and was surprised.

  “Nothing specifically French?

  “I didn’t have time to order anything. We have to leave right away.”

  “Why?” she asked. “Did you get a call while I was in the shower?”

  “I’ve just finished talking with my station chief,” he said. “Did anyone give you a piece of paper on the plane over here?”

  “One of the stewardesses handed me a slip with a New York area code on it. Was it supposed to be important? She took it away and said it was a mistake and was meant for someone else.”

  “No it’s not important. But do you remember the phone number?”

  “Yes, it was an easy one to remember. Do you want me to write it down?”

  “No, let’s finish breakfast. We have to leave soon.”

  They ate in silence, Riley wondering what was suddenly troubling the secret agent. She finished her eggs and refused the toast. He had two cups of coffee.


  They left the suitcase with her clothes at his apartment and made their way down the street. Dare tipped the doorman again as a cab pulled up. He handed some directions to the man behind the wheel and went into the back with Riley.

  “Where are we going?”

  “A special place most operatives don’t get to see. You’ll understand when we get there.”

  The cab spun through the streets of Paris, Riley turning her head to look at the monuments she wanted to see. No time for it now. Dare kept looking out the windows, trying to see if they were being followed. He wasn’t satisfied until they pulled up to an old office building in a depressed part of the city.

  “We’re here,” he told her, opening the door and pulling her out. He paid the cab driver who sped away, acting like he was relieved to get out of a bad area.

  He pulled her in through the front door and through a hallway. He constantly looked behind him to see if they were being followed.

  “Where are we?” she asked.

  “No questions!” he snapped.

  They reached a door to an office and Dare produced a key. He used the key to unlock the door and shoved her inside the office.

  It was dark on the inside, but a quick light switch flick illuminated it from a fluorescent light in the ceiling. The starter on it was bad, however, and the light flickered a bit, causing the room to have a sinister appearance. Dare locked the door behind him.

  The room was bare. It lacked windows or any other doors, other than the one they had used. It had been painted white and a cheap rug covered the floor. Around the perimeter of the room were arranged a few chairs, but there were no tables or desks. The room was about seven hundred square feet.

  In the dead center of the room was an examination table, one which might be found in a doctor’s office. It had a sheet of clean paper rolled out on top, but there was nothing otherwise distinct about it. The examination table appeared to be of recent manufacture.

  “What is this place?” Riley asked Dare.

  “Remove your clothes!” he ordered her.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked him.