His Prisoner

by Jesse Jordan

  If I don't keep perfect control of my back and my already stretched hips, the fact is that I'm going to choke myself to death. The only other release I have is if Master cuts the cord, freeing me as I can't free myself. Some people, most people would say that I'm insane, but they don't see what I see as Master looks into my eyes, the feelings that echo my own desire. “One more thing, and then we can start your pleasure.”

  “Yes Master,” I whisper, swallowing away my fear, which is melting as Master caresses my face. “I'm yours.”

  Master goes and comes back with the blindfold, slipping it over my eyes. I'm immediately plunged into darkness, not able to even anticipate what Master's going to do. I have to submit, to find my strength in this weak position, and Master will help me.

  The first thing I feel is tickling, the gentle caress of Master's feather tickler on my toes and feet, making me giggle, the torture continuing up the back of my legs and then over my exposed ass and pussy. The first feather light stroke over my pussy sends heat through me, and I lick my lips, wanting more. “Mmmm... Master, I love it.”

  “Just wait,” Master whispers, his voice trembling as he continues the soft assault on my pussy. I'm quickly gasping, groaning as he strokes over my legs and pussy with the tickler, not enough to bring me close to coming but just leaking, my juices dribbling from my sopping wet slit to drip down my ass. “I wonder how long I can keep you here. Two hours? Four? A day?”

  “As long as you want, Master,” I moan, knowing that it's not true but not caring. The truth is what I say next. “I'm yours.”

  The tickling stops and I feel Master's lips kiss my pussy, sending a hot jolt through my body as his tongue snakes deep into me, licking my wet walls before he flicks his tongue over my clit. My hips jerk, and all the slack in my neck disappears for an instant, cutting off my breath and and I have to force myself to focus, pulling my legs back more. The pressure lets up, but not a lot, and I'm reminded of the danger of this.

  Master stops though, and the next thing I feel is his finger sliding underneath the cord around my neck, loosening the wrap before withdrawing. “Next time I won't be so kind.”

  “I... I know Master,” I whisper, my chest burning as the muscles combine with the heat inside me and the emotions that are flooding me. Master gets off the bed and silently disappears, but I hear something scrape off the wood of the toy shelf, and then a whirring sound I've never heard before. It's cyclical, throbbing, and even hearing it fills me with desire and with dread. “Master?”

  “Trust,” he rumbles, and I feel the cool touch of metal on my pussy. The device, it's obviously some sort of vibrator, throbs again, pain and pleasure both coming from the device. I realize what it is, an electrical stimulator, and my heart clenches in fear and wanton need. I've never felt one of these, just heard of them. I didn't even know Master had one in here, this is the only room I don't clean in the villa. “Open your ass.”

  The stimulator slides in, I'm so wet that even my ass is soaked, and the first deep electrical throb as it slides in before my ass clenches around the neck of the butt plug has my eyes rolling back in my head behind my blindfold. “Master....”

  “Now for me,” he says, and I feel his hands on my knees. My Master, the man who has taken me to places I would have never imagined, and he's taking care of me, holding my knees safely while his thick cock slides into me, filling me in both holes. It's wonderful, perfect, and my body, heart and soul cry out in joy as Master leans in and kisses me, our tongues stroking each other even as Master's hips pull back and he drives his cock into me. I'm still helpless, all I want to do is touch his face, to stroke his back, but I can't, and it breaks my heart.

  What happens next I didn't think was possible. Sadness, pain, joy and pleasure all combine as Master fucks me, his cock filling me over and over again. The emotions build with the sensations, my body wracked with spasms even before I'm close to coming, and behind my blindfold I'm crying, sobbing uncontrollably as Master drives me further than I've ever been before. Fear drops away, I don't care if I die right now, I have my Master, I am strong, and I am complete.

  The first trembles of my body reaching its limit start in my pussy, which clenches and squeezes Master's throbbing cock even as his breath speeds up and he begins to grunt while he fucks me harder and harder.

  “Mine... mine... mine,” he grunts in between strokes, my pussy overloaded and my body starting to shut down. I'm going to come, I know it, and then I explode, his words echoing in my head as blackness overwhelms me. I go... somewhere else, I don't know where, but in this place I feel pure strength, pure happiness... and an emotion that I didn't think would ever exist, not for someone like me. I'm dimly aware of Master groaning and his coming, but I'm unable to do much more than breathe.

  I know I'm alive. That I can be sure of, but I can't be sure of much else as the light takes over and I lose all track of time. I'm totally out of control, but at the same time I'm fine with it, I know that Master has me.

  In this warm, light space, I think about him. My Master, my Rodrigo. He talked about The Sultan, and we've mentioned the idea of him becoming capo. The fact is... I don't want to lose him. It's not just the sex.

  Glad you finally came to that fucking realization.

  I wondered when you were going to show up. Have you been here the whole time?

  I've been here your whole life. The part that sucks is that I kinda only get to watch and feel the sex secondhand. Not nice, you greedy bitch.

  So... just what the fuck are you, anyway? My conscience?

  Do I sound like Jiminy Cricket? No. I'm the woman you want to be.

  Then why have I only started hearing you since I came to this house?

  For years you ignored me, so I had to talk to you subtly. Now you're listening. Pretty soon though, there won't be anything to listen to.

  Because we're going to be the same woman.

  Exactly. And they say talking to yourself is the sign of a crazy person.

  If I am crazy... I like this crazy. So why can I still hear you now?

  Because there's one more level that you need to get through. You need to admit how you feel about Rodrigo. To him.

  Master? I want to go with him. I want to stay by his side forever. If that means going to the USA and being a slave under a fake name.... well, Jessica Prince had a pretty good run. I'm more than that now.

  Sounds like a lot of talk to describe something that can be summed up in one word. Let's summarize, you've admitted that you want to honor, to obey him, good times, bad.... see where I'm going here?

  Yeah. I do. But I can't say it without knowing if he wants me to go with him. If he asks me... I'll follow him to the ninth circle of hell if he asks me.

  I'm pretty damn sure he feels the same way about you. But that's cool. When you get here, I'll be waiting. In the meantime... keep him safe. I want my chance to be with him fully too, you know. Wonder how he feels about candle wax?

  Kinky little slut, aren't you?

  Yes we are.

  Rodrigo

  “Zio, Nikolai, it was surprising to get your call this morning. Especially to meet both of you at your villa, Nikolai,” I say, my mind mostly here, but part of me back at home, wanting to take care of Jessica. After last night, the intense convulsions she went into after we were done, she needs recovery, and to be pulled away to deal with Network politics is not what I want. It wasn't the lack of blood either, I watched her neck and checked in afterwards, there were no rope marks there. She just.... she was pushed to her limits. It was only after midnight that I felt she was safe and held her the rest of the night, her head cradled in my lap in bed.

  “Considering what we've heard, Rodrigo, I felt it important to take the risk,” Rachmaninoff says, his voice guarded but still more trusting of me than not. My work is paying dividends in that regard at least. “The Sultan says he has evidence that you've been backstabbing him.”

  “If he has it, let him present it,” I reply. “I think he's just st
ill frustrated that I took out his bitch boy so easily. Makes me wonder if perhaps Leon was doing more than errands for Al Gazi.”

  Scoglitti chuckles, still my supporter. He's old school to the core, and for him, the idea of The Sultan fucking Leon fits right in with his prejudices, and he's got a lot of them. Me personally, I don't care who The Sultan fucks, but it helps keep them on my side. “It would fit, wouldn't it? But on a more serious note Rodrigo, the timing of the issues between you and The Sultan could not have come at a worse time. Europe is going through political upheaval, even North America is transitioning, and Asia... well, it is my opinion that market's going to be quite difficult in the next decade. The Chinese always respond to problems by cutting themselves off, erecting walls. The Japs are going to implode, and the Koreans... those fucks have always been crazy.”

  “It doesn't matter,” Rachmaninoff says, chuckling. “There's a very old Russian mob proverb. The bad wolf gets fat in winter, and lean in summer.”

  “I don't understand, Nikolai,” I interject, sitting forward. It could pay to butter up Rachmaninoff a little right now, and besides, he's a good story teller. “Explain please?”

  Nikolai sips his coffee and brushes a speck of dust off the lapel of his suit coat before stroking his beard. “Russian history, Rodrigo. During the Revolution, millions died, the czar fell, and men like us thrived, taking the reins of power. We gained a tighter hold during Stalin's purges. And after the Soviets fell, we worked behind the scenes, and look what we have now? I could have nearly anything I want in Russia, and I do. Rodrigo, men in our profession do best when things look like shit. All this upheaval that my friend Scoglitti mentions, I see them as opportunities. Opportunities for men like us to work our way into the back rooms of power. Where we make mistakes is when we start trying to step out of the winter's shadows and into the summer's light, to legitimize our power. Who the fuck needs legitimacy? Legitimacy is what got Gorby out on his ass and Anastasia with a bullet in her fucking head. Give me illegitimate power any day of the week.”

  It's chilling, but there's a sense of logic to what Rachmaninoff says. It's not that hard to force a smile, even if I think he's wrong. “Thank you for the lesson, Nikolai.”

  “I will politely disagree with my friend,” Scoglitti says, chuckling. “The Soviet Union fell in seventy years. Rome lasted a millenia. But this is an argument that the two of us have had that stretches back what, nearly twenty years now Nikolai?”

  “Something like that. I doubt we'll ever see eye to eye on it. Still, I do agree with you that this internal matter with The Sultan is not a good one.”

  “I'm willing to back Rodrigo in North America,” Scoglitti says, giving me a thrill. “He's the man we need to handle things there. What do you say, Rodrigo?”

  It's the opportunity that I've been waiting for, both the FBI agent side of me and the other side of me. Still, I have my orders, The Sultan comes first. “I'm highly honored by your support, zio. Nikolai, are you of the same mind?”

  “I am. The Network is not, if anything, flexible. And you'd be working shipments with your current capo anyway. Al Gazi has no contacts in North America.”

  I shrug, and take a sip of my own coffee to decide how I want to reply. “I can work with whoever The Network needs me to. Gentlemen, I appreciate the offer, both of you are truly men of honor. However, it would be better if I was able to settle things between me and The Sultan before we go on with plans about my going to North America.”

  “And by settle you mean?” Scoglitti asks, and I lift an eyebrow.

  “Settle,” I repeat, causing Rachmaninoff to chuckle icily at my implied threat. Maybe it's his Russian background, but Rachmaninoff always has been a cold blooded man. “Excellent coffee, zio. Thank you, and thank you for your support.”

  Scoglitti also looks pleased, I think he just wants a resolution to this situation either way, and reaches out to the table, taking a canoli. “Well, if you are going to settle things with The Sultan, you might want to hurry. He won't be in Sicily for much longer. I got word from The Farm, the final preparations for the weapons shipment start tonight.”

  I nod, filing the information away. “Then perhaps I need to visit The Farm and see if I can talk to The Sultan face to face. With Leon out of the way, I'm sure he's taking a more personal interest in his work. Who knows, maybe that's why he's pissed off at me? Nobody likes doing more work. Excuse me please gentlemen.”

  I give Rachmaninoff and Scoglitti a respectful nod and depart, getting in my truck to hurry to The Farm. My boss' information was correct, when I get there the shipment is already being loaded on the trucks for taking to the port in Termini. “How much longer?”

  “Why the fuck do you care?” the man in charge, apparently The Sultan isn't going to oversee this side of the loading, he's probably more worried about his boat still. “The boss said not to get you near any of this!”

  “Because we've got some new shit coming in for my boss!” I yell back. “Considering what I did to Leon the dickless wonder, do you really want to start shit with me on this?”

  “Fine, fine,” the lackey in charge says, coming over and lowering his voice. “My boss said that he wants this all loaded up by this afternoon, we're unloading at the boat after that.”

  “You guys are heading out tonight?” I ask, and the thug nods. “Fast load. You able to handle it? I can lend a hand. My beef was with Leon, not you guys.”

  “No, boss' orders. But thanks,” the guy says, softening a little. He understands, sometimes shit just happens in this line of work. “It fucking sucks, but that's what the boss ordered, we load hard and fast. We leave port tonight by midnight so we can make the fucking Suez early in the morning. Which means that we're busting our backs for the rest of the day.”

  “I hear that, man. I had to heave a few crates around when I was getting started with Scoglitti. Best of luck. We don't need the building until tomorrow morning, so I guess we're cool. Take care.”

  The Sultan's man gives me a nod and turns back to his work while I retreat to my truck. Once inside I drive into the hills, pulling out my phone. This isn't something that can be handled via text message.

  “Yo,” my contact says, always casual until I've identified myself properly. Security.

  “Wassup? How's your sister? Julia said she wanted me to call. Something about her boyfriend, Antonio?”

  Security completed, my contact shifts into a professional tone. “I didn't expect a call from you, Campo. What's wrong?”

  “The Sultan's weapons shipment is leaving the docks tonight at midnight. He's going to be on it. They're going through the Suez Canal.”

  “The the US Navy is just going to have to do some maneuvers in the international waters in the area,” my contact says. “And we can make sure a couple of ships from the Ike's carrier group are on the other side just in case. Can you get it on your side?”

  “The Sultan suspects me, he's ghosting right now, probably hiding on the boat. No way I can take him out unless I just get lucky.”

  “Do what you can. I'll coordinate with other agencies on our side, see what we can do.”

  “Note, there might be a crate of Claymores on board that I daisy chained to a cell phone trigger. Don't know if you can get signal to it though. The number's 255-743-8905,” I reply, glad that at least a few area codes are reserved for clandestine use. I don't need someone calling their grandmother and accidentally blowing up the boat.

  “Understood. Your orders still stand, if you get the chance, Omar Al Gazi is greenlit to be neutralized. Good work, Campo. Sorry about the blow up last time.”

  “Shit happens. Will update you later. Campo out.”

  I hang up my phone, setting it down and wondering what to do next. It's almost sunset, I need to stop at home and see how Jessica's doing, then plan my next move.

  I might have work tonight.

  Jessica

  “You look like hell.”

  “I feel like heaven though,” I grunt, pivo
ting and throwing an elbow at the pad Larissa's holding. We're in the hills above the villa, and it feels thrilling to be training with my friend out in the open beyond the walls of the villa. We met up here, me jogging up and finding her here, already prepared for our first 'advanced training session.' “Last night changed me.”

  “I can tell,” she says, moving the small target. “So how rough was he?”

  “We took it to the edge,” I reply honestly, feeling comfortable talking with Larissa about it. She's probably done as much if not more, and she never judges. If anything, I think she understands and I know she likes the same things I do. “Bound, rope around my neck, electrostim... it was intense.”

  “And you're still walking?” Larissa says, half amazed. “Last time I tried using electrostim on myself, I spent the next day curled up in bed drinking ouzo and eating baklava.”

  “It was an electrostim butt plug,” I add proudly, throwing a kick. My words stun Larissa though and her hand relaxes, the pad falling away just in time for my foot to connect squarely with her thigh. “Oooh! Sorry. You okay?”

  “You took an electrostim plug and liked it?” Larissa asks. She rubs her leg, still looking shocked. “I should bow down to you, nobody's ever pushed me that far. What was it like?”

  “Hurt like hell at first,” I reply with a laugh before growing serious. “But then, the good feelings started in too, and... have you ever taken any of the drugs you guys ship, Larissa?”

  Larissa shakes her head, a little touch of disgust crossing her face. “No. I don't need the weak release of drugs. Why, have you?”

  I chuckle, shaking my head back and forth. “No, but as part of one of my Master's degree classes we went into the whole chemistry behind drugs, and that included a trip to a rehab center. One of the people I talked to, they were heavy into the psychedelics, mescaline, peyote, shit like that. He described a good trip like transcending the world, going to a higher, better place. When I felt Master come inside me Larissa, it pushed me to that plane. It was like going to a whole different world.”