by Bella Juarez
“That’s not a hard question, angel. I’ll bet that image popped into that pretty little head of yours the minute I asked. I want a name, right now,” he commanded.
Alex took Isabel’s hand and placed it on top of her pussy.
“Show me, angel. Show me how to please you. Show me how you liked to be touched,” he coaxed as he moved her hand over her mound.
“Alex…no,” Isabel said, pulling her hand away.
He gripped her hand firmly, not allowing her to move.
“Who do you think about when you’re teasing your wet pussy?” he asked as he kissed her. To reiterate his point to her, he slid her fingers over the lips of her swollen, sensitive cunt and Isabel moaned as her pussy clenched in need. “Come on, angel. Tell me,” he said, working her hand against her pussy.
Alex pushed her middle finger onto her clit and helped Isabel stroke herself. He continued his ministration of her pussy with her own hand until she was lost in the steady teasing. He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, licking and flicking the hard point with his tongue. Isabel realized somewhere along the way he’d moved his hand from her and she was stroking herself in front of him.
“Alex, please!” Izzy cried as she continued fingering herself.
“Are you telling me or would you like me to tell you whose name I’ve heard you scream?” Alex asked.
Isabel’s eyes flew open and she stopped. It was as if he’d thrown cold water on her. She looked into his wicked expression and watched in mute humiliation as he kissed her without either of them closing their eyes.
“You’ve heard me? How?” Isabel whispered, horrified.
“Yes, angel, I’ve heard you. Now call that name again,” he demanded softly as he lifted her wet fingers and stuck them in his mouth. “Umm, you taste good, angel,” he said, licking the juices off her fingers.
Isabel closed her eyes in mortification. How could he have heard me? She recalled the first night they kissed and how he’d warned her that people could hear. He must’ve been standing outside the door at some point when she’d masturbated while she was in Kush. There was no getting around it, Alex knew. He was waiting for an answer and there was no getting out of this. He returned her hand to her weeping cunt and started the stroking again.
“Alex,” Izzy whispered, looking at him.
“What was so hard about that? Such a simple answer,” Alex said, rewarding her with a kiss that took her breath away.
Izzy moved her hand away and Alex placed it back.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, angel. Keep playing with your pussy and don’t make yourself come, that’s my job,” he warned gently.
Isabel hoped his interrogation of her personal fantasies was over because the questions he asked were so intimate and even taboo at times. She’d revealed to him on more than one occasion what she desired. This confession and display was by far the worst, but she’d a creeping suspicion Alex had more planned for her.
“In those lustful little dreams of yours, what am I doing to you that makes you scream so loud? Am I eating you or fucking you?” Alex asked as he sank a finger inside her cunt.
“Both!” Isabel cried as he hit her G-spot.
Izzy frantically wanted to get through his interrogation and move on to her release. She knew there would be one sooner or later and he was the only one who could bring her to the kind of peak she hungered after now. Her own hand would no longer suffice. It had to be Alex brining her to the climax only he could provide.
“Do you want me to do both, Izzy?” Alex asked as he moved lower.
“Yes!” She growled.
“Say it, angel. Tell me what you want first,” Alex said.
“Eat me!” Isabel snapped.
“What was that? Eat what, angel?” Alex teased as he moved closer.
“Eat my pussy!” Isabel screamed.
“Move your hand,” Alex ordered as he roughly shoved her thighs upward.
Alex had her in a position where she couldn’t move. He kissed and sucked the lips of her pussy and Isabel almost passed out at the shock it caused her senses. She knew she was soaking wet from all the carnal stimulation he was making her endure, and she heard herself scream as he licked the length of her clit.
Alex started to tongue fuck Izzy’s cunt, and when she thought she couldn’t stand the teasing, he ran his tongue over her clit and found the most sensitive spot on her body. He licked and sucked her clit, taking her from one high to the next. He seemed to know how to bring her to the edge and then leave her there, hanging by her fingernails. She was close to the point of no return when he stopped.
“Alex! Don’t stop! I’m almost there,” Isabel gutturally demanded.
“I’m going to fuck you now, angel,” Alex said, slipping off his clothes. He slid up Isabel’s body and took her face in his hands. “Look at me and don’t close your eyes,” he commanded.
Isabel’s breathing was uneven and she was shaking like she’d never known before. She knew it was overstimulation, the sudden rush of dopamine to her brain. She knew the clinical reason why she felt this way because it was the same effect a junkie had when experiencing a much-needed rush from a drug they were hooked on. Alex was her drug. She needed him more than air right now and would do anything to have the high only he could give her.
“Trust me, angel. I’ll give you what you need,” Alex whispered against her mouth as his cock met the entrance to her pussy. Isabel shoved her hips forward without realizing what she’d done. “Trust me!” he urged. Isabel nodded, willed herself to relax, and gave herself completely over to Alex as she lost herself in that warm azure stare. “That’s it, angel,” he cooed.
Alex inched his cock slowly into her pussy. Isabel gripped the table as he stretched her open to accommodate him. It was agonizing how slow he went and she fought not to scream, demanding that he fuck her until she was blind. She moaned and threw back her head and unconsciously closed her eyes.
“Look at me!” Alex barked. Isabel’s eyes flew open. He cupped her face and stared into her eyes. He’d slipped fully inside her now. Her pussy clenched his cock, coaxing it to start stroking her from the inside out the way she needed. The shakes started again. “Come for me, angel!” he demanded.
Alex started a slow, steady fuck, moving his cock in and out of her slick pussy faster and harder. Isabel’s back spasmed slightly against the hard table as she started to peak. The wave that washed over her was like a sudden force that threatened to drown her. It was powerful and all encompassing. Isabel’s body moved without her giving a thought to what she was doing. It was a deep primal instinct to meet him with her own demanding thrusts.
“That’s it, baby, fuck me.” Alex growled.
Isabel seemed to ride one wave to the next as her orgasm continued its release from her body. She started to relax in spent relief as Alex came to his own violent climax. He grabbed her waist and shoved himself as deep as he could into her, jerking as he released himself and giving into his own free fall. Alex reared back and slammed into her once more, exhaling as he ran his hands over her sticky skin. After they both returned to a normal heart rate, he helped her off the table and took her to their bed.
Alex lay next to her, clutching her to him in his own possessive way. She wondered why this felt so good, so protective and comforting. He kissed her softly, nuzzling her gently and stroking her skin. She shivered from the sensitivity of the hormones still running through her body.
“Are you still hungry, angel?” Alex asked.
“I’m starving now,” Isabel said, leaning her head into his chest.
Alex chuckled softly. “Go take a shower and I’ll make you something to eat.”
“Alex, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Isabel said.
“What’s that, angel?”
“It was something that gypsy said to you. It seemed like it startled you.”
“Seriously, Iz?”
“You looked like you saw a ghost when she called you Master. What does it mea
n?” Izzy asked.
* * * *
Oh shit! Damn it, Isabel! The one question I never thought you’d ask. Alex didn’t move and kept his expression impassive for a second before bursting out into laughter. He decided to play off the question and avoid a direct answer as best he could. He rolled on top her and started tickling her. She was extremely ticklish and started trying to ward off the attack instantly. Izzy broke into peals of laughter as he tortured her ribs.
“It means I’m tying you up and tickling you until you do everything I want without a fight,” Alex said, nipping her body.
“Alex! Stop!” Isabel cried in between her screaming laughter.
“No,” Alex said, attacking her ribs again.
“Alex!” Isabel screamed. “Please. Stop.”
Alex relaxed and kissed Isabel tenderly. She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled close.
“Go take a shower, angel, and I’ll make you something to eat.”
Alex let her go and watched her disappear into the bathroom. He lay back and exhaled, feeling like he’d just dodged a bullet. He slipped on some running gear and went to the kitchen to clean up and start a meal for Isabel. He was washing a few dishes when Isabel wrapped her arms around his midsection and squeezed.
“Your dinner is waiting for you, angel. Did you see it on the table?” Alex asked.
“I saw it. Will you come and sit with me?” Isabel asked.
“Of course, baby. Give me a sec.”
Alex finished the dishes and went to join Isabel. She was devouring her meal and started chatting about a visit Dan and Shaq had paid her today. He watched as she sat back and sighed.
“You’re a good cook,” Izzy said.
“Thank you, angel. I’m glad you liked it.”
“Where did you learn how to cook? Let me guess, your parents sent you to some kind of chef’s school for summer camp,” Izzy teased.
Alex chuckled and took a drink from his glass. “No. My boss’s wife is a chef. She took pity on a bunch of us single guys and held a class for us.”
“Really? You guys are all so close,” Izzy said wistfully.
“Yes, she and Justin, Shaq’s partner, are both chefs. I’m sure you have friends, angel.”
“I only have one friend and she’s been my best friend since second grade. La’Rett, she’s a neonatal nurse at the hospital I work for in Miami.”
“So what do you two do for fun?” Alex asked.
Izzy shrugged. “We used to just hang out, go to the movies, talk. She got married a few months before I left for Afghanistan.”
Alex noticed Izzy’s mood seemed to change at the mention of her friend. She seemed sullen. This was the first time she’d mentioned having friends. She briefly talked about her dad once in a while. He could tell it almost hurt her to talk about her friend.
“Is that why you decided to leave Miami for a little while? What about your dad?” Alex asked.
“No. I really wanted to come and do what I did. I never expected it to turn out the way it did,” Izzy said.
“How’s that, angel?” Alex asked.
“Being kidnapped, twice. Being rescued, twice. And finding you. I never thought my life would be like this. All the things I’ve seen. I like Stockholm. It’s a little cold for me, especially in June, but I loved Istanbul. Alex, I know I have to leave and we’ll be separated for a while. What’ll happen when you get back? How will we do this?” Izzy asked.
Alex knew Isabel needed stability and a plan because her personality required consistency and routine. She was happier when her life was in place with little change. Her work was a different matter. She could work in crisis, handle emergencies, and do well dealing with the unstable environment she functioned in as a trauma surgeon as long as she had a stable personal life.
Alex guessed it was the reason she stayed with her father for so long. Her dad had provided that sort of stability and uniformity as a balance to her hectic professional life. It was the very reason Alex had made every effort to get their life stabilized as soon as they hit the ground in Stockholm.
Izzy sensed the uncertainty of returning home without him and had made it very clear that she wanted to proceed with a new life beside him. Now she needed the reassurance of a plan. Alex thought before answering because his response to her had to be clear and just as surgically precise as the incisions she made on a patient.
“Angel, you’re going to go back to Miami and start making arrangements to move to Texas. You need to find out what kinds of boards you need to pass to become a licensed physician in the state. My suggestion to you is stay within the civil service employee system. You’re in the system now and Brooke Army Medical Center, the hospital where I’ll be doing my residency, is a trauma center, so it’s perfect. There’s also another trauma hospital in San Antonio. It’s civilian. I’m suggesting BAMC because it would be an easier transition. The choice is yours to make. When you get to San Antonio, we’ll look for a bigger place. My apartment back in Texas is like this one. It’s tiny.”
“What am I supposed to tell my dad, Alex?” Izzy asked.
“Do you think he’ll have a problem with me?” Alex asked with some concern.
“I think he’ll have a problem with me living with you without being married. He’s pretty old fashioned like that,” Izzy said.
“Do you want to get married, angel? I don’t have a problem with that. In fact it would be a whole lot easier if we did. The Navy likes it a lot better that way,” Alex said.
Isabel let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know.”
“Izzy, I’ve been married before. Listen to me when I say if you’re not absolutely sure about marrying me, wait until you are. I don’t want it to end like my first marriage did. I’ll wait for you, angel,” Alex said, taking her hand.
“Alex, I don’t know if I can leave my dad like that again. I really miss him.”
“Is this the first time you’ve lived someplace other than with your dad, Izzy?” Alex asked.
Isabel looked at him and bit her lower lip. “You think I’m a freak, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t. I think it’s really refreshing there’s a woman out there that has enough respect for herself to actually listen to her father’s advice. Angel, you’ve got nothing to prove with me. I fell in love with you because you’re strong enough to stand up for what you believe in,” Alex said.
Isabel stood and walked to Alex. He put his arm around her and kissed her belly. He pulled her down and cradled her in his lap because she needed to be held, to be reassured that he accepted her without reservation. He knew she was timid and fearful of the unknown, but she faced it and dealt with it on a daily basis while she was in Afghanistan. She was strong and Isabel was exactly what he needed.
“I love you, angel. Did you ever think for one second that I needed you just the way you are? I don’t want to change you,” Alex said, pulling her closer.
“You don’t need me,” Isabel said.
“Yes, I do. You’re something I’ve been looking for all of my life. I feel complete when I’m with you,” Alex said.
Isabel smiled and kissed him. “You really know how to say all the right things.”
“I mean them. I’ve never opened up to any woman the way I have to you,” Alex said.
“You’ve been married,” Isabel reminded him.
“Izzy, I didn’t love her. I felt sorry for her. It’ll take a really strong woman to live with me. She wasn’t that strong,” Alex said.
“You think I am?” Isabel said.
“Yes, I do. You’re not afraid to tell me what you really think and how you really feel. It takes a lot of strength to express yourself powerfully. You don’t have a problem with that, angel. I’ve been looking for you forever,” Alex said with a kiss.
Isabel suppressed a yawn. Alex slid his arm under her knees and lifted her. He carried her to bed as she giggled for him to put her down. He tossed her lightly onto the bed and joined her as soon as he changed. He pulled her close and sn
uggled with her.
“Alex?” Isabel called.
“Yes, angel?”
“You never did answer my question,” Isabel said.
“No? About what?
“What startled you so bad about what the gypsy said?”
“She really creeped me out, Izzy,” Alex answered.
“Why?”
Alex paused for a moment before answering because he wasn’t ready to discuss this with her. He worked hard to reassure her that he was stable and someone she could rely on. He was sure telling her about his past would undo all the effort he’d put into making her feel secure. Part of her security was being able to talk to him freely. He needed to give her an answer and somehow make it safe for her.
“It involves my past, Izzy, and I want to forget it and move on. When she said that word it really hit close to home and brought back some bad memories,” Alex said.
“You’re not ready to talk about this, are you?”
“No, angel. I’m not.”
Isabel kissed him and laid her head on his chest. “When you are, will you tell me?”
“Absolutely, angel. I can’t promise that’ll be anytime soon.”
“I want to know everything about you, all of your little secrets.”
No you don’t, angel. Not all of them.
Chapter 19
Military Counter Intelligence Research Laboratory
Near Aksakovo, Russia
June 19, 2009/1455 Zulu
Azad was preparing to leave for the next two weeks. He was returning to Iran for a short visit home. He was eager to get out and move a little more freely. He was packing up his papers and logging off his computer when Ivanov walked into his office with a young woman.
“Good evening, Doctor.”
“Good evening, Dr. Azad Jobrani. And you are?” he asked, directing himself to the woman.
“Alexia Pugachev, Doctor.” The woman extended her hand.
