The burn in my belly grew from a smolder to an out-of-control inferno. He had me crazy with desire, on the precipice of falling over into a climax of epic proportions. The only power I had in all this was how much of his dick I was willing to suck into my mouth. Right now, I was ready to swallow him whole, as long as it kept me sane enough to wait until given permission to come. I knew he was close, because I could feel him lengthen and his rhythm to fuck my mouth faltered.
Master lifted his head from my crotch only long enough to praise me. “Your ex-boyfriend is a fucking idiot. You’re a natural at sucking my cock, honey. Keep this up and I’ll be coming soon.”
I was surprised when he asked, “Do you want me to pull out of your mouth when I come?” I couldn’t answer, since my mouth was shoved full with his cock, so I shook my head to let him know I wanted him. I never thought I’d find myself wanting to swallow a man’s seed, but I couldn’t get enough of his taste.
He didn’t say anything further, only planting his face back between my legs and eagerly going to town eating out my pussy while his fingers rubbed hard circles against my nubbin. I could feel my body start to tense, forcing me to increase my efforts on his dick, trying to get him to the point he was ready to come too.
“Come now, sweetness. Let’s come together. Fly with me and let yourself soar.” He stuck two fingers into my center, while his teeth clamped down on my clit, pulling it into his mouth. I screamed out my release against his cock, causing him to splash his seed down my throat. I instinctively swallowed, not wanting to allow anything to spill out. I wanted this man’s pleasure more than I’ve wanted anything else in my life.
His dick plunged a couple more times, riding out his climax and calling out my name as he continued to work me over, forcing me to ride out mine. We’d come together—something I’d seen other people do at my parents’ club, but never experienced for myself…until now. I need more of him. That thought ran through my mind as I drifted into a state of extreme bliss. Time and place ceased to exist as long as I was in the presence of him.
Jesse had managed to shake me right to the center of my core. I’d never wanted to sixty-nine anyone before. I’d only been selfish enough to take my pleasure, forcing the submissive to the floor and feeding her my dick until I got off, then fucking her until I made her scream.
I just couldn’t understand my desire to do things I’d never considered doing, including cuddling her in bed. Jesse had passed out from pleasure overload. I couldn’t be mad, since it was all I could do to keep myself from collapsing onto her. Her mouth had been like a vacuum, sucking the very essence of my soul deep within her.
I’d removed myself from her mouth, released her from her cuffs and checked to make sure she was breathing properly. She was sporting a smile a mile wide. She’d definitely come harder than she’d done earlier that night. I rubbed her arms and legs to help return the circulation to her limbs before slowly positioning her where her head lay on the pillow. She instantly turned onto her side and sighed in contentment.
There was a sink and towels hidden in the corner of the room. I wet a washcloth with a little soap and water and cleaned both of us up before returning to bed. I put some chocolate and water out on the table by the bed, in the event she started to crash from excess adrenaline. I laid on my side and pulled her into my embrace. She was still out of it, but her body moved closer to mine, subconsciously seeking me. Jesse felt good against my skin, her form molding perfectly against my body. The feel of her was so perfect, as if we were destined for one another.
My mind went over what we’d done, realizing how far I’d pushed her in only one night. We weren’t through—not by a long shot. I had so much more to teach her, and I was serious about wanting to claim her in every way possible a man can claim a woman. I’d never wanted this more in my life, which scared me. No woman had ever come close, but with her I was considering the possibility.
For now, I’d take whatever this was between Jesse and me day by day, as I did everything in life. She was becoming an addiction, my drug of choice.
As I waited for her to wake, I started going over the latest intelligence my crew had dug up, trying to make sense of things. Nothing added up and I was pretty sure why. We were missing crucial details that only Tennison himself could provide. Which could only mean one thing: he’d been withholding information, and I needed to pin him down for a private one-on-one meeting and soon. Otherwise, I felt we’d continue to chase our tails in a circle. This just wouldn’t do.
Jesse started to stir in my arms, letting me know this evening was about to come to an end. I would’ve had to wake her soon anyway, since the club closed shortly. I couldn’t believe we’d been at it for over three hours. I’d been used to being a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy. So why was she so different? Why did my body seem to light up with her touch? Why was I drawn to her on such an intense level? And why did I want to hold on to her with both hands and never let her go?
I couldn’t answer that, and right now, I needed to get dressed, take off her blindfold, and make sure she got home safely, having one of Titan’s guys—posing as a hired driver again—take her home. I knew it was wrong to start falling for my charge. Was that what I was doing, falling for her? This couldn’t be what love felt like, or could it?
Dad had always given me the speech about love and work never mixing. “You can’t go into an assignment with your mind blinded by a pretty woman in a skirt. That’s when you get careless, my boy. You’ll start thinking with your heart and your dick, and you’ll be too punch-drunk from emotion to see what’s right in front of you.”
My father could be a real ass—no doubt about it—but in the line of security he offered for celebrity stars, former military operatives, and even every day people, he had to be an ass to get everyone to follow orders and ensure their safety. He’d gone from a private sector in government to the public sector of life and became quite wealthy doing it.
Granted, he’d pushed me into following in his footsteps for too long, and I was feeling the need to rebel a bit. Pissing him off and doing whatever I wanted with this assignment was still top of my list of things to do. Just because he’d fucked up and slept with a woman while on assignment, resulting in my half-brother, Rick, didn’t mean I had to spend the rest of my life answering for Dad’s mistakes or letting him live vicariously through me. I finally had everything in front of me for the taking, and I wasn’t going to let him call all the shots and make all the choices. I’d chart my own course and live my life the way I wanted, consequences or not.
Mr. Tennison had called me into his office the following Sunday. He was required to be at the Pentagon on Monday with regard to a couple other jobs Pterodyne had been awarded, so he wanted to go over a few items that needed to be addressed. I was surprised to see his Vice President in the lobby as we were entering. I guess Tennison and I weren’t the only ones playing catch-up over the weekend.
He’d handed me a list of duties he’d expected from my department here at work, along with a couple of conversations with employees who had raised his suspicions for us to check on in his absence. He’d also asked to have a team follow him to the airport to ensure his aircraft hadn’t been tampered with. Given his recent brushes with death, we agreed the caution was warranted.
Titan Security offered to send a couple extra men to go with him, but he wanted to just take his two bodyguards instead. “I want you here guarding over Jesse and keeping us on target for completion of the M-9I project.”
I ran a hand through my hair, wanting to grab a handful of it and rip it out over the level of frustration this man was causing me. Trying to gain access to Tennison to talk in private, even for just a few moments, was damn near impossible. He was always in demand at one department or another. When he wasn’t at work, he was at the club hobnobbing with socialites and military personnel for either his wife’s business or his. I was beginning to wonder if I’d have to nail his feet to the floor or super glue his ass to his chair to
get him to stay still long enough to discuss some highly sensitive issues.
He kept talking while he moved from one side of the office to another, not listening to anything I tried to say—not that I could get a word in edgewise. He was flying off the handle about some bureaucratic asswipe that was probing into his current contracts and trying to get a court-ordered subpoena to investigate what was in the safe.
I already had my suspicions about some of the information he was keeping from me. I’ve seen Tennison work late, and I have records showing he’s come in here on the weekend. I know he’s been using a scrambler in his office to interrupt the video and audio feed so I couldn’t see what he was doing. I needed some answers, and I needed them fast. If the Pentagon was asking questions and probing, I suspected we had a potential bad seed working with someone internally to gain insight into whatever Tennison was keeping under wraps. No one would go to that kind of extreme to keep things hidden from the very people who were paying for things to be built. Either we had someone extremely corrupt on hand…or could he be working for a foreign company, working against our own government? I let the thought slip from my mind and tried to focus on other issues. I pounded my fist against Tennison’s desk in frustration, causing him to jump, but managing to get his attention—finally!
“What the hell has gotten into you, soldier?” His bark was always worse than his bite, though I didn’t want to test that theory to find out.
I threw my hands in the air to show him just how pissed off and irritated I was feeling. “I’m sorry, sir, but to be honest, you frustrate the hell out of me. I’ve been trying to get your attention since we stepped into this office. There are some things I need to discuss with you, some items that could be quite sensitive in nature, along with some questions that are running through my mind, and you don’t want to take the time to answer a fucking thing!” I didn’t care that we were screaming at one another at this point. I needed him to know. “I feel like I’m on a foxhunt for a fox that’s still contained and safely hidden while our dogs and crew are wandering aimlessly looking for false leads. I need you to stop this damn bullshit and level with me once and for all.”
His face paled as he stood on one side of his desk, while I stood on the other. I moved forward, my body seething with tension, and placed both hands calmly on the edges of the desk as I leaned forward. I had one ultimatum to deliver, and I needed to be reassured it was heard, loud and clear. “Once you return from Washington, you have 24 hours to come clean with me. I want to set up a secure location to discuss things in detail, leaving no stone unturned. I want your lawyer on alert to come at a moment’s notice, because I feel you’ll want some changes made to your will with the information I’ll be discussing. If you don’t agree to these terms, consider Titan Security done with this job and you and your family, including Jesse and her parents, on their own to fend for themselves.” I wouldn’t allow any harm to come to the Bradfords, but I needed him to believe otherwise. I needed him to know he’d pushed me to the extent of what I was willing to do without his full disclosure.
He looked down at his watch. “We can talk now. Will ten minutes be enough time? That’s all I can spare right now before needing to head to the airport.”
I shook my head. No sooner than he’d said those words, he’d gotten a call about another file in question. “I’m sorry, Derrick, looks like they want another file added to the mix—one I’ve left in my office at home.”
Tennison opened his briefcase, literally throwing the paper files and blueprints inside, along with a laptop. He removed his glasses and ran a hand over his face, contemplating what to do next. “You’re right.” He shook his head back and forth as he leaned forward, grabbed a pen and paper, scribbled down a small note, and then handed it to me. It read:
In some ways Tennison reminded me of my father. He couldn’t sit still either, needing to always be on the move or he was unhappy. I don’t know if that stemmed from their special ops experiences or if they were two peas in a pod, but it drove me crazy.
“Fine. I’ll accept this for now. While you’re gone I want permission to change a few items, things I feel are pertinent to finding a solution to your needs.”
A brief smile spread across his face. “Granted. Do whatever is needed. I trust you.”
I turned to leave his office and noticed the carpeting in front of one section of bookcases had been slightly worn, like someone had dragged it out to reach something behind it or…suddenly it registered: something existed behind the bookcases, hidden in the wall. There were a few metal shavings scattered across the top of the carpeting. There weren’t that many, but enough to make me suspicious, wanting to find out more. Something was definitely going on. The more I could uncover while Tennison was gone, the better.
Jesse kept her promise to meet me at the club every Friday and Sunday night over the next couple of weeks. I’d either send her various outfits to wear, or I’d request she dress in a specific fashion before coming to the club. No matter what, her outfits were to include her collar and her wig. I didn’t want to risk anyone from work recognizing her.
My head was spinning with all the tension Tennison had been putting me through. I had way too much on my plate, with actual work at Pterodyne Systems, the security detail, the behind-the-scenes investigative work, and filling in for a couple of his guys at his BDSM club. Rapture was the one place I could find peace—with Jesse. I could help her explore her interests in the world of kink, while I embraced the idea of wanting more in life.
The last couple of weeks I’ve had Jesse follow me around inside the club, pressed up against me while we viewed different scenes as they played out. I knew she wasn’t into exhibitionism, and honestly, I wouldn’t want to share the view of that beautiful body with anyone. But I needed to know her interests, what excited her, things she was willing to try. I’d put several toys on display for her, but she couldn’t seem to make any decisions until she saw them used by other couples in play.
I loved having her pressed against me, along the back wall of the scenes. My hand was either holding her breasts, tweaking her nipples, or pressing into her folds, playing with her nubbin as she squirmed, trying to suppress her desire with the scenes unfolding before us. The whips and belts seemed to scare her, but not the flogger, paddles, canes, and riding crop.
Jesse seemed to tense when some of the toys were added to the submissive’s body for play. I made her look closely at the sub’s face to see if there was terror or pain present, and then at the amount of arousal dripping down their legs. She finally saw what I did: they were playing to the crowd. I’d told her we could try a few toys and play with a variety of clamps until we found items she felt comfortable with, working her up to ones that would provide greater pleasure.
For someone growing up in this kind of environment, I couldn’t understand how she could misconstrue things so badly, unless that bastard of an ex was the reason. I knew, from war, that even a small mental block was enough to change one’s entire perspective on the situation, making you see things differently then how they really are. A psychological play, but why didn’t her parents see this, or were they not close enough to talk openly? I’d have to find out.
The learning exercises between us continued, as I started earning her trust, and we both learned how to please one another. She was still hesitant to anything inserted inside her pussy, but had taken my finger, and then a small plug in her ass to start working on building her toward greater play.
The one thing she hated was me blindfolding her during the times I fucked her tits or had her suck me off. She seemed to wince anytime she saw one of the well-endowed members enter their sub, so I didn’t want her to see just how large I was. She’d felt my girth in her mouth, but she had yet to put her hands on my cock to discover the ten inches of strength it possessed. I also didn’t want her to see the scars below my hipline, spreading back across my ass. I knew that, as Derrick, those scars were slightly visible in my swim trunks at the pool. With her
being innately observant, if she saw those same scars in the same locations on the Master, she’d connect the dots. Granted, I wanted her to know it was me, but not yet. Right now I’d put on the show of two personas just to keep her close and safe.
While Tennison was gone, I’d implemented some changes within the department. Jesse fought me tooth and nail on many of the changes, but later relented when we saw an increase in productivity; we were able to streamline our efforts and work more cohesively as a team. Some of the new ideas and designs being drawn were mind-blowing.
There were other changes instituted throughout the company, ones that Tennison’s stepchildren resisted. To my surprise, they didn’t want some of the security cameras removed. They wanted to be held accountable for their work and actions, which was a complete one-eighty from what I’d known about them. I thought they’d want their privacy.
It seemed, as of late, the kids had put forth a greater effort to please their stepfather. I didn’t know if this was due to the mysterious gentleman Blaine and his mother, Amy, had been spotted with, or if this was all a smoke screen, but I’d continue using the surveillance set up in their apartments and the men I had tailing them, as a precaution. Better safe than sorry.
Also surprising, the one person I thought would mind some of the changes—since he should’ve been placed in charge of them in the first place—was the Vice President of Operations, Winston Voleur, but he didn’t. He’d been with the company for the past couple years, hired after the previous vice president had passed of a sudden heart attack.
Tennison spoke highly of Voleur, calling him a valuable resource in negotiating contracts with the Pentagon. He seemed to like the idea of more privacy within some of the offices, referencing a “big brother” feel to the way things had been run. If only he knew…
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