Jacqueline’s Quest

by TL Reeve

  She frowned. “What do you mean?”

  He chuckled. “No good ever came to a man who heard a woman utter those four words.”

  She shrugged. “We need a shtick. AJ, Scotty, and Thomas have a couple of things that will draw attention to them, giving them an edge with the bidding.”

  Murray nodded, having half an idea of where she was going with this. Mostly because he’d already come up with something earlier that he wanted to run past her. She just jumped the gun on him. Truth be told, he could’ve spoken up, made it less uncomfortable, but deep down, he was an asshole and he wanted to see if Jaqueline had the balls to voice what he knew would give them the edge when they went with it.

  She was a badass bitch for sure, but Murray knew sex had a way of embarrassing or making people feel uncomfortable. It was obvious, she might be one of those people. He’d already figured out in the last weeks, she had no people skills and like him, she preferred to hide and work behind the scenes, bringing justice to those who deserved it. However, she also had a backbone of steel and had a sharp tongue to boot. She could bring a lesser man to his knees without even trying.

  “What are you thinking?” he prodded when she went silent, her dark eyes focused on an object over his right shoulder.

  Her tits moved up and down on her chest when she took a deep breath in, then released it. Murray was a breast man. He loved them in all shapes and sizes. Big or small, Murray could spend hours touching and tasting them. A favorite activity of his was to push the soft mounds together and fuck them. Jaqueline's were round, and firm—a bit larger for her thin frame. He struggled to keep his focus on her face, and not the flesh he desired to taste and tease until she begged him to fuck her.

  He scrubbed the lurid thoughts from his brain and brought his attention back to rescuing their siblings—and any others who needed it—not what he planned on doing once they were all safe and he could explore whatever was building between him and Jaqueline.

  She crossed her arms—a defensive pose—and frowned, as though whatever she’d been thinking might do more harm than good. “I need to be a Domme and you…you need to be my submissive.”

  Murray didn't miss the quiver of her voice or the thickening of her accent when she spoke. He noticed a day or two ago whenever she felt passionate about something, even the smallest thing, voice dropped an octave and her Spanish accent grew thicker. He expected some embarrassment from her, instead she straightened her shoulders and nodded. "Yes, I think I need to be the dominant in this relationship for this mission to work."

  Submitting, for Murray went against everything he believed in. He was all alpha-asshole when it came to the women he dated when he dated. He also liked to be in charge as well. There was nothing like a woman who gave over to him in supplication. Seeing her on her knees, hearing her call him Master. Fuck yes, boner for days. None of it mattered though.

  Murray leaned forward, resting his elbows on his massive thighs and asked the question burning in his gut while simultaneously trying to control his hard, unruly dick. “From our little impromptu session the other night, you were out of your element, you sure you got the cajones for this?

  Jaq shook her head.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  “I’ve done research, though.” She shrugged. “After. My gut is telling me this will work. If you give me a chance.”

  Murray snorted. “That’s all fine and dandy, Jaq until you’re in a situation and need to be the Domme.”

  "By the way, you asserted yourself the other night, I suspect this isn't the first time."

  Murray tried hard to always be trustworthy. It came with the territory of being an Eagle Scout and if they were going to make any of this work, he had to lay it all out there. “Yeah. I have. I play when I can. Missions always come first, though.” He scratched at his beard as he watched her shift in her chair.

  Jaqueline broke eye contact first. She squirmed in her chair. He couldn’t get a bead on her. Either she was excited about the prospect or not. If she wasn’t, what happened the other night indicated she had no desire to submit or dominate. Going through the motions with something like this, at this type of auction, could get both of them killed. She jolted out of her chair, surprising him. “Never mind, it’s a stupid idea.”

  Murray snagged her wrist, keeping her close. "Stop. It's not. I've been bouncing the same idea around in my head for the last couple of days. The kicker is, you have to be the one to figure this out. I'm all in."

  Her brown eyes widened. “You have?”

  Murray stood, not willing to let her go yet. “Yeah. I’d suck your toes or hell, lick your ass, Jaq, if it’ll help get my sister, and your brother out of that hellhole, I’d let you peg me.”

  Jaq gave a nervous laugh and her cheeks turned pink. “What is pegging?”

  He leaned in and whispered in her ear exactly what pegging entailed. "It's when the woman fucks the man with a big 'ole strap on dildo."

  Her eyes went wide as she placed her hand to her chest and a gasp escaped her. “Aye dios mio.”

  “Does it excite you?” He gazed down at her, watching as curiosity and bashfulness swirled in her eyes. “Knowing you can bend me to your will and make me cum with your big metaphorical and silicon dick?”

  “A-are you serious? You’d let me do... That?”

  Truth be told, he’d be willing to do just about anything to get Hannah back and to secure Christian too. He didn’t have any inhibitions and being in the lifestyle, it was all about breaking barriers and finding out new things about one’s self. “Yes. If it meant the difference between walking out with all of you or dying because our cover was blown, I’d do whatever it took to ensure our safety.”

  What Murray he didn't tell her was, after he became a Dom, he'd also wanted to see the other side of it. Because in order to become the best dominant he could be, he had to understand the dynamic from a submissives perspective. There were only a few female Dommes he trusted. One of them had a membership at a club not more than twenty minutes from the base.

  Mistress Mellie, after a few conversations over drinks, agreed to help him. He didn’t allow her to hold back on him either, not as though he had a choice in the matter anyway. Unfortunately, by the third session with her, Murray pushed Mellie to her breaking point. Afterward, they both agreed he’d make a horrid sub, and he should keep to what he knew best. Sometimes, the road hell is paved with good intentions.

  Murray also didn't have a permanent sub by his side. His job took him all over the world. Add in ten years of searching for his sister, and he'd been more inclined to find a way to relieve stress than keeping someone at his beck and call. Not to toot his own horn but his aloof attitude at the club, kept him in high demand. And, due to the work he did with R.O.O.T, he could read submissives better than the other Doms.

  “I’m serious.” Deadly serious. This mission was his life. Nothing had been more important to him than saving his sister.

  “As you said, research isn’t the same as experience.” She grimaced, lowering her gaze.

  "Unless we play on you being a new Domme and I'm your first sub." A plan started to come together in his head. "We can start right now, doing it here out of the public eye while we're waiting for the rest of the team. By the time we're ready to make our appearance, I'll make sure you're good enough to pass as a Domme, so no one second-guesses us."

  Murray didn’t miss the sheer panic playing across her features, before she smothered it, straightening her shoulders. “I can do this.”

  He squeezed her hand. “It’ll work, Jaq. I’d never risk our siblings if I thought both of us weren’t capable of making this work.”

  She shook her head before eyeing him up and down. “You don’t look like the type of man who would kneel to a woman.”

  Murray snorted. No, he wasn’t. For the last week and a half, he’d been imagining her on her knees sucking his dick until he came down her throat. Though, while in the shower, he jerked off visualizing himself on his knees
, eating what he knew would be the sweetest, tightest pussy he’d ever encountered. The force of his climaxes stole his ability to breath and reinforced, for him anyway, they were doing the right thing.

  “I’m not, but I know how to play a part, and so can you, check that, we can do this. I’ll teach you the basics and we’ll be fine.” He had to be careful with his words. Because being a Dom, or in this case, a Domme, was more than knowing a couple of tricks. It was a way of life and how a person carried themselves and how in tune with their partner they were. The hardest part for them would be finding that footing. At the moment, they were strangers trying to save their siblings. He let go of her wrist and held out his hand to her. "Trust me?"

  A frown formed between her brows. She wasn't the only one overwhelmed at the moment, so was he. He did a better job of covering it. She lifted her gaze to his. Worry swirled in those beautiful eyes of hers. He wanted to reassure her. Lie and tell her everything would work out as it should. The words sat on the tip of his tongue too. When it came to voicing them, he couldn't get them to form. Building trust between them meant telling her the truth. Shit would inevitably go sideways.

  It also meant getting past her inhibitions.

  They didn’t talk about their sexual histories but at some point, they’d have to, especially if they planned on playing up their roles. No way in fuck she could blush when she spoke to him in explicit terms. Although, when he said he’d lick her ass, and her pretty blush covered her cheeks, his dick went rigid behind the fly of his jeans. Murray clenched his jaw and pushed the wayward thought from his mind. He had to focus.

  Jaqueline placed her hand in his and he squeezed it. "For Christian and Hannah."

  He nodded. “For Hannah and Christian.” Murray ran his thumb across the back of her hand. The silky smooth skin was the complete opposite of her calloused palms. In a lot of ways, she reminded him of, well, him. They were military, born and bred to be natural leaders and to take lives without compunction. “We’re going to have to have some tough conversations in the coming days.”

  She licked her bottom lip. “About what?”

  “Likes. Dislikes.” He shrugged. “What our hard limits are and our expectations of how far each of us is willing to sell this.”

  Jaqueline’s features twisted in confusion. “How far we’re willing to go?”

  “Subs have hard and soft limits. Hard limits are a firm no. It’s the things a submissive will never do. A Dom or Domme will respect a sub’s hard limit and if they don’t, they’re not a Dom of any respect or standing. Soft limits are something they’re not sure about, whether they have a fear of it or are trepidatious about trying it. A Dom, male or female, will always work with a sub to expand their horizons, so to speak.”

  Jaqueline nodded. “What are…” She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulder, as though she were giving herself a mental pep talk. “your hard limits?”

  Murray smiled and answered honestly, well aware he was about to shock her again with his words. “I don’t have many. No blood play. No water sports or scat play.”

  She gasped. “They do that?” Her cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink than before.

  His dick jerked against the zipper of his pants and his balls throbbed as arousal coursed through his veins. Whoa…down boy. His gaze followed the pink hue as it colored her tan flesh, down her throat and across her collar bones. He wondered if it went lower and what her pretty nipples looked like when they were hard. Fuck. Get your head out of the damn gutter. What is your malfunction? "Other than that, everything else is pretty much fair game, as long as your hands are on me, we should be good. I'm also willing to have sex with you if you want to. My soft limit is ass play."

  “Ass play?” She shook her head and held up her hand. “Sorry, this is all so much to take in.”

  "We'll go slow," he said. "Ass play for me makes me uncomfortable. It's the idea of taking something up my ass."

  “Okay.” She blew out a shaky breath. “So, as your Domme, I would ask why this makes you feel awkward or nervous. Even though you talked about pegging earlier?”

  “Now you’re getting it.” He grinned. “It’s the idea of someone playing with my butt. However, I am always willing to try. As long as it is you.”

  “Okay.” She glanced up at him. “What else?”

  "Sex is on the table for us." She'd glossed over it, but he wouldn't allow her not to confront the issue. He hoped to fuck they'd never be put into a situation where they had to perform, but if they were, he wanted her in the zone. "While we're together, you are the only one I will be having sex with and vice versa. In long-term arrangements or relationships, Doms and subs don't fuck around on each other. They're exclusive with each other." Murray snared her gaze "I'm also not into sharing what's mine. I'll expect you to be the same where I am concerned."

  A possessiveness and something else flared to life in her eyes. “You talk like it’s a given we’ll have sex.”

  “I think both of us want it. When it happens is up to you, but know, Jaqueline, you’ve already got me by the balls. I’m yours.”

  She took a step back, giving them space. “We both know research and real-life applications are two different things. What you’re saying and what will happen are two different things.”

  “That they are,” he stated. “Are you on birth control?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Birth control. Are you on it? Do you take a pill, get a shot, or have an implant to prevent pregnancy?” They didn’t have time to beat around the bush and birth control wasn’t some naughty word.

  “That’s none of your fucking business.” Her accent thickened and her arousal swirled with anger, transforming her features into a beautiful, yet deadly, enchantress.

  He snagged her arm when she turned away from him. The Dom in him, wouldn't allow her to storm away. Be damned the consequences or her modesty. They were in this together. They couldn't clam up every time the questions became more invasive. It was part of their dynamic now. She stumbled into him, her lithe form pressed to him, and Murray groaned. Having her so close, tested his control. Her full, round breasts rubbed across his chest. His head went light. His heart thundered.

  He needed to rein in his control.

  “It is my business because when we fuck, I won’t be wearing a condom. I need to make sure I don’t mistakenly knock you up.” The thrill of being inside of her, bare, leaving his mark on her—fuck, he needed to calm down. Murray always wore a condom, but with Jaqueline—he tossed aside his rules for her. Christ, he felt like a caveman with her, and if he was honest with himself, he was fucking proud of it.

  “You—”

  “Asshole? Dickhead? Jerkoff? Or wait… How about douchebag cocksucker? Which one works best for you?” The corner of his mouth lifted. “I’ve been called all those a time or two.”

  “All of them.” She twisted in his grip, trying to break free.

  “Answer my question, mi cielito,” he cooed.

  “Nicknames don’t mean shit right now,” she snarled.

  He shrugged. “Helps me. Please answer my question.”

  She huffed at him. “I take pills.”

  He nodded. “I’m clean. My last sexual encounter was six months ago.” No wonder why you’re being an asshole. Due to all of their recent missions, he hadn’t taken the time to let off a little steam. Now, he’d been glad he waited. “I don’t fuck bareback though. I always wrap my dick. With you though, I don’t want anything between us.”

  “Murray I—”

  “R.O.O.T requires us to get yearly physicals, I had mine six months ago,” he pressed on, ignoring the desperate edge of his name on her lips. “We’re also required to give quarterly blood and urine samples. My last one was three months ago. I’m clean. I’ll request Rae, who is our resident doctor on base to forward my records to you.”

  "Okay..." Confusion tinged the word. When he expected her to reciprocate, she didn't, instead, she stood there, staring at the ground.


  “When was your last test and the last time you had sex?” he hedged.

  “Must you be so blunt?”

  “Yes. Where we’re going, Doms speak in explicit terms. We use words like pussy or cunt and dick or cock. It’s so there’s no confusion with what they want. You’re going to need to learn to do so rather quickly.”

  She nodded.

  "Well?" As much as he shouldn't be impatient with her, he found his patience was running low. Yes, his questions were invasive. If they couldn't be honest with each other from the get-go, how could they ever form a trusting foundation to build off of?

  Jaq muttered something in Spanish under her breath. “My last sexual experience was three years ago.” Murray had to school his features to not show his shock at what she revealed. “Like you, I get yearly physicals, which include blood work. I’m clean.”

  “Good. Anything else, I should know?”

  She narrowed her eyes. Jaqueline jerked her arm, and he let her go. There was no point in pissing her off more than she already was at him. She took a step back, and Murray missed the warmth of her body pressed against him. If the conversation wasn’t so serious, he’d have smiled at the cute stubborn expression on her face.

  “I’ve never had sex without a condom,” she admitted.

  Murray wanted to roar his pleasure of being the first male to cum inside of her, marking her as his and only his. “Well then, we’re both on common ground.” If he hadn’t been watching her so intently, he’d have missed the flash of pleasure ghosting across her face.

  “When do we start?”

  “Now,” he said. “The sooner we start to live it, experience it, the better we’ll be. From this moment until we find your brother and my sister, I answer to you.”

  A smirk tugged at her lips. “Today it is then.”

  The dominant beast within Murray stood then as he crowded her space once more. “Rest assured though, when this mission is complete, it will be me, dominating you.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “And, I can’t wait to hear you scream my name.”