by S. K. Lessly
I rewarded her with a slow languid lick from her ass to her clit, swirling around and around the sensitive bud. Never touching. Just teasing. Worshiping. Loving. I then thrust my tongue into her pussy and fucked her like I needed to.
“Oh…shit… oh shit… ahhh... Shane, please…baybeee...”
I had no idea what she was pleading for and I didn’t care. I held her against the wall, one hand holding her waist the other her thigh, and licked, sucked and fucked her with my tongue until I felt her body start to shake and her legs began to quiver. Only then did I stop, stand and grab her by her hips. I carried her to my desk and laid her on top of the smooth surface. I pushed my keyboard to the side, as well as papers and a picture frame to give me room.
I looked down at her sprawled on top of my desk, her hair fanned out, her lithe body squirming on the unforgiving surface of my desk. Fuck, she looked hot as hell, sexy and subdued. My dick was straining against my pants demanding entrance into her hot channel, which by the way was right in front of my hard cock, primed and ready for me.
I undid my belt and pants in record time. Misty watched me, her eyes half closed, hooded, hungry. She waited, staring up at me as she continued to play with her nipples through her shirt. Yeah, that wouldn’t do.
With my belt, pants undone, and zipper down, I gripped Misty’s V-neck tee in both my hands and ripped the shirt down the middle. She gasped in shock, her mouth and eyes open wide. I ignored her, and roughly pulled down the cups of her bra until her ample breasts were free.
“Play with your nipples,” I grounded out harshly as I pulled down my briefs just enough for my dick to spring free. Without a word, she trapped her hard nipples between her thumb and finger and fondled herself, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Fuck, baby you are sexy as shit, yeah… just like that, baby. Watch me while I fuck you.”
She arched her back and moaned her response, which had me gripping my now painful erection and sliding into her until my balls were flush up against her supple ass.
I didn’t wait for her body to get used being filled as I would normally; I angled her hips downward and started thrusting hard and fast. The slapping sounds of our bodies colliding, the grunts and cries that fell from us both filled the room. I kept my eyes on hers as she gave me the visual I craved, her submitting to me completely. Her tits bounced vigorously with every rough thrust of my hips. It was the best fucking sight I had ever seen. What I loved more was that she was quiet, other than her moans of pleasure, she just watched me take what I needed from her.
“Play with your clit baby, let me see you get yourself off while I fuck you.”
She didn’t hesitate, one hand still playing with her nipple, she brought two fingers to her engorged clit and began strumming herself.
“Yesssss, fuck!” I dropped my head back as I felt her pussy tighten against me, squeezing the fuck out of my dick. I gripped her hips tighter and fucked her harder and faster, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I pulled out, stepped back, and said gruffly, “Turn around.”
She scrambled up and did as I asked, turning around her beautiful ass, there for my taking. I smacked her bare cheeks, hard; before I kicked open her legs, grabbed my slick dick, angled until I was at her opening and slammed home.
She cried out and sat up but I pushed her back down. When her stomach was against my desk, I lifted her leg, resting it on my desk as well and began to move. I slid almost all the way out before I pushed back in slowly. She moaned softly and grounded against me. I slapped her ass.
“Don’t fucking move.”
Her body stiffened at the sound of my voice but she obeyed without a word. Yeah, I’m liking this pliant, submissive Misty very much.
I slowly pulled out until the head was at her entrance then slid back again. She moaned deeply and arched her back but she didn’t move her hips.
I smiled and traced her spine with my tongue, from the middle of her back to her neck. “That’s it, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “Stay just like this. Grab hold of the desk. This is going to get bumpy.”
I kissed her shoulder stood up, gripped her hips and proceeded to fuck the shit out of my woman. This right here was what I needed. She was what I needed. Assurances that she belonged to me. Not that I questioned it. Okay, that was a lie but she or anyone else didn’t need to know that.
Grace Michelle King was mine!
I bent my legs and I swore I fell deeper inside her.
“Shane!” she cried out, doing her best to hold on to my desk as I ravished her pussy, fucking her unabashedly. “I’m coming… I’m coming…”
Yeah so was I.
I felt my balls grow tight with my impending explosion and fuck I knew when I blew, it was going to zap every bit of energy I had.
I slapped her ass again, and again, watching the way her globes giggled, loving her cries of ecstasy.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Grace. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me.”
“Ahhh… Shane…”
I gripped her hips harder and slammed into her. “Tell me!” I gritted out.
The desk was already sideways but that last thrust had her stumbling to stay upright.
“Oh god, yes. I’m yours, baby, always.”
Fuck…
I closed my eyes and was about to pull out, turn her around and fuck her nice and slow, when my got damn phone buzzed and the sound of my sergeant’s hesitant voice came spilling through the speakers of my phone.
“Ahhh, I’m sorry, sir. I know you said not to be disturbed, but your uh… well, Mr. Cooper is forcefully requesting your…” My sergeant’s voice faded slightly and I heard Josh's voice in the background.
“Tell him I’m ready to go. I need to get back here to wrap up a case so I can get home to my pregnant wife and son.”
Shit…
I had forgotten I sent a message to Josh to meet me in my office in thirty, before I went to see Malcolm. We needed to get to Hell to talk to Noah and I wanted him with me.
I didn’t stop moving in and out of Misty's sweet body. I slowed down my strokes but there was no fucking way I was stopping.
I looked down and watched my dick glide in and out of her heat, my cock glistening with her juices.
Fuck that was a beautiful sight.
“Sir?”
“Dammit!” I cried out and slapped Misty's ass, less forceful this time. “Press the talk button on the phone,” I ordered.
She slowly sat up and did what I’d asked.
I steeled my voice trying not to sound like I was fucking my woman in my office. “I’ll be out in a few minutes. I’m finishing up an important meeting.” Misty looked at me over her shoulder and smirked at me.
I answered her with a trust of my hips, which caused her to fall forward on a gasp. I know she was heard over the speaker, but I didn’t give a shit.
“Oh, ahhh… okay, sir,” my sergeant replied, confirming he’d heard Misty through the speakers.
I heard Josh grumble something but I didn’t wait to hear what he had to say. I ended our connection on my end and went back to what I was doing, claiming my woman.
“You better get there before I do. I’m not waiting for you.”
Misty got the hint and I felt her position herself so she could play with her clit while I fucked her.
Needless to say, I wasn’t a complete dick. I bent my knees and angled my hips so I could tap that hidden bundle of nerves and in five strokes, she and I both were coming hard.
She cried out and I slapped her ass, tilted my head back and roared my release.
When the last of my come filled her, I leaned over, my front to her back, and whispered in her ear.
“You belong to me, King.” I gripped her hair and turned her head so she was facing my direction. I kissed her earlobe then bit down on her sweat-soaked shoulder. She gasped lightly, I continued on a growl, “No one touches what’s mine. Don’t you ever forget that.”
With that, I pulled out, slapped her
ass, hard, and stepped back from her. She looked sexy as hell sprawled on top of my desk, spent and thoroughly fucked. She let out a breath and went limp on my desk, her back rising and falling rapidly, her body shivering. Hell, she could barely stay on her legs. Quiet as kept neither could I.
I leaned against one of my club chairs to get my breath and grabbed my pants from my ankles. I studied Misty for a few more minutes, her sighs of contentment making the side of my mouth curl up into a half smile.
Remembering I had shit to do and recognizing my ire had ebbed, I tucked my semi-hard sticky cock back into my briefs before standing and pulling up my pants. I zipped up then headed for my bathroom. I yanked off my now sweat soaked shirt and tossed it and my wife beater on the floor in the bathroom. I remembered seeing a button-down shirt hanging up behind the bathroom door. I grabbed it and put it on. I washed my sticky face, dried off and started buttoning my shirt.
When I emerged, Misty was bent over, her face hidden behind a curtain of hair, leaning on my desk. At first, I was trying to understand what she was doing but as her finger trailed up her exposed leg, I knew. She was trying to catch my boys from trailing down her leg. I smirked at her at the same time she looked up. She gave me the finger which I had to say lightened my mood. I headed back into the bathroom, grabbed the t-shirt off the floor and stepped back out.
I walked toward her, ready to hand her the shirt. She looked up and her eyes met mine and I couldn’t help myself. I bent down, moved her hand away and slowly ran my shirt up her leg.
“You know there’s nothing between Malcolm and me,” she admitted softly after a few seconds had passed.
“I know.”
I finished cleaning my boys from her leg and fingers and stood to my full height. Her eyes searched mine, looking for something; what I had no clue. I didn’t waiver from her gaze. I kept hold of her until she uttered words that had me wanting to slip right back into her and make love to her sweetly, deeply.
“I’m yours, Shane. I belong to only you,” fell softly from her lips and good Lord…
I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her hard, long, and deep. I trapped her face between my hands and was just about to let go and immerse myself in the taste, feel and desire for my woman when my phone started buzzing again.
Fuck…
I released her lips and rested my forehead against hers, desperately trying to catch my breath and calm my beating heart.
I had no doubt it was my sergeant or Josh calling me. If I didn’t answer the phone or leave now, my impatient brother would be trying to make his way into my office. It wouldn’t work. There was no way he could get in here, however when I left there would be questions that I wasn’t prepared to answer.
Reluctantly, I released Misty and stepped back from her. I took a few deep breaths, gave her another once over before I turned and headed for the door. I unbuttoned my pants, tucked my shirt, and fixed myself before I opened my door and stepped out.
Josh was standing against the wall across from me with a scowl on his face. I smirked at him and he stepped forward his eyes fixed on my office door. I shut it quickly and addressed my sergeant.
“I’m heading to Hell. I’ll probably be gone for the rest of the afternoon. Call me on my cell if you need me.”
“Yes, sir,” he returned and I started to walk away when I remembered Misty. There would be questions when she walked out of my office looking like she’d just been fucked after I left. That wouldn’t be good for either of us. Sergeants ran their mouth like women. By the time I got to Hell, the entire office, better yet all of DOD would know about Misty and me.
“Oh by the way,” I stopped and pointed to my door. “King is in there getting her shit together from the meeting we had earlier. Don’t bother her. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. When she leaves, lock my office door.”
My sergeant nodded not at all phased by my request. “No problem.”
I nodded in his direction and, ignoring the inquisition on Josh’s face, headed for the elevator.
Once there, I pushed the button for down and waited for the questions but none came. Josh studied me as I stood there silently. When I grew irritated from his staring, I looked over at him.
“You and I need to talk.” Josh informed me. I raised an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah? About what exactly?”
I knew what it was about, naturally. I could see the questions swimming in his eyes. Malcolm had the same look in his eyes. He probably heard her over the speaker and knew exactly what she and I were doing. Well maybe he didn’t. If he did, he would be in my face now and he wasn’t. He had questions but that was it.
And since I wasn’t the one that cared for sharing my personal life with my brothers, I grunted at him and turned away from him just as the elevator doors opened.
We stepped inside nodding at a few people standing inside the car and turned to face the now closing doors.
“Soon fucker,” Josh whispered to me and I couldn’t help but grin.
12
Shane
Josh and I spent the drive to the new secured facility, the new Hell on Earth, in silence. The silence didn’t last the entire ride. Josh tried to ask me about Misty. He even asked what we were talking about in my office. I didn’t dignify his probing with a response. It wasn’t any of his business. Besides, right now I didn’t have the energy or the time to think about my complicated relationship with Misty. I needed to shift my focus on the reason for our trip into Hell.
I had the guests of Hell moved to their new home a few nights after the security fiasco. The original black site wasn’t secure anymore. Unfortunately, we couldn’t prevent the site from being completely anonymous. We had to hire a staff. Fortunately, this time around the staff was vetted using the new security system and were not government agents. They had no connections to any agency whatsoever. They were military soldiers, Marines, that were on their way out.
This security assignment was only for six months. If they wanted to stay on after the six months, we would work something out. If not, they would be released and enter into society as planned.
The drive to Hell took twenty-five minutes. We pulled up to a gated, heavily guarded and secluded area around Piscataway Creek. I had chosen this location for Hell six months ago. There were four buildings behind the thirty-four foot high fence. Two were office building, and the other two were warehouses. One acted as our armory, and garage for vehicles and helicopters. The other warehouse was a state of the art training facility. The entire area was surrounded by the creek on two sides coupled by miles and miles of forest.
Various Special Forces teams wanting to train away from prying eyes used the training facility. We have a team of bad asses at the training facility who loved to take on other Special Ops teams who labeled themselves as elite. I’d witnessed a few delta teams take a loss that shattered a few egos. Fights broke out… it wasn’t pretty. However, in the end, those that came through the site in tact always came back for more.
I wanted another location for my team to work and prep for missions. We also housed any detainees we captured during our missions in this location. The holding cells had been fortified and security tight as a nun’s ass. The bunkers, computer rooms, and offices haven’t been completely finished. However, since the breach, I had to up my timetable as it pertained to our guests. The old site wasn’t safe anymore and I knew this one would be.
We’ve been somewhat operational for a few days now and so far, there haven’t been any inquiries about our presence. Those that visited the site to train and noticed the extra bodies hanging around had been told that the area was off limits due to national security way above their pay grade.
Up to now, we haven’t had any heat. I doubt that we would. Unlike the movies, people in the military followed orders without question. If any brass tried to question the validity of my claim that this was a training sight for the DIS, they would be put in their place quickly. Too many egos in the military to allow that to happen so no one w
ould dare argue.
Josh and I drove to one of the four story office buildings on the far right, close to the armory and parked the car. We got out, looked around the area, which was quiet, before we stepped inside the building.
There were two handfuls of cars and trucks in the parking lot. Some belonged to the security team. The rest belonged to the construction crew who were still working on getting the four floors in my building operational. Josh and I headed for an elevator and rode it to the basement.
We passed through a rigorous security check, once we stepped off the elevator that required us to leave all guns, knives etc., at the security office before we walked inside the secured area.
“You know this is going to be a waste of time,” Josh said to me as we handed over our guns.
I grunted a reply and shrugged.
Once we cleared security, we made our way to the large interrogation room down the hall from the security office. This room was used for special interrogations. The autonomy of the location of the room was to our advantage. It was soundproof, of course, so no one would be able to hear them scream err… talk.
We came to a non-descript reinforced door with a panel to the right of it. I punched in a code, stared at the digital screen as it scanned my irises before the doors opened. Josh and I stepped into an empty room. The room, which was the security area for the interrogation room, was brightly lit. White walls made up a third of the room, while the wall facing us was a huge one-way mirror. What I liked about the wall of mirrors was that from inside the room, you couldn’t tell it was a mirror. The wall looked like an average grungy wallpapered wall in the dim light. It reminded me of the hotels in Vegas. The designs on the buildings prevented anyone outside from looking inside the windows; however, you were able to see outside with minimal hindrance.
The purpose was just camouflage. It gave the prisoners, or ah… guest, a feeling that it was just you and them.
Against the wall, below the mirrors, were stark white built-in countertops on opposite sides of the door leading into the room. On each counter sat two large computer screens and keyboards. Each of the screens showed footage of the now occupied room. Josh and I studied Noah Baxter as he sat in a hard metal chair. He was chained to the chair looking forlorn, bored and a bit disgruntled. I zoomed in closer to get a better view of him and Josh grunted.
