His Prisoner

by Jesse Jordan

  A feeling like a sledgehammer hits me in the chest at the same time I hear a roar, and I roll back, dropping at the same time I go to aim at the other thug. He's got a hell of a piece, a ten millimeter most likely, but my Kevlar stopped most of the bullet's energy and more importantly the slug itself. I come up in a kneeling position and fire, hitting him in the throat and dropping him as his spinal column is torn out by the hollowpoint round. My ears are ringing, but I can see through the pain, and I level my gun at The Sultan, who's stunned by the turn of events.

  “Campo... Rodrigo, we can-” Al Gazi says, but I don't let him finish, firing four times into his chest, killing him. Three dead in less than ten seconds, hopefully all of them burning in hell.

  My ears start to come back to normal and I hear Jessica screaming behind her gag and I go over, kneeling in front of her and stroking her face. “Shhhh... Jessica, I'm here. I'm going to get you out of here.”

  Jessica's eyes go wide and she tries to say something through her gag as I hear the hatch behind me start to open. I spin, firing as I do to catch the two men trying to come through before they can even get the hatch fully open. I empty my clip and drop it, doing a combat reload, just in case. The ship is silent though, and I turn my attention back to Jessica, loosening the cloth around her mouth. “Rodrigo, what is....”

  Her words are cut off as I kiss her, a knot that's been forming in my chest dissolving with every second we're pressed together. I finally pull back when we have to breathe, going around behind her. “I know you've got a ton of questions, Jessica. And I promise, I will answer them. But first, we've got some things to do.”

  “What?” she asks, and it hurts a little that she didn't use the term Master. But I guess after learning I'm not who I've told her for months I am, I deserve it.

  “First, we have to get you untied. Then, we need to make sure the batteries are good in one of the crates so that we can do something else.”

  “What's that?” Jessica asks. I go behind her and find the knots that they used to tie her. Part of me has to note... they were a bunch of amateurs, I'm much better at tying up Jessica than these idiots. I have to chuckle, then slip the knot free. “What?”

  “Sorry, just a thought,” I explain. “As for what... I need your help blowing this fucking boat up.”

  Jessica

  “Oh... that's all you need help with,” I sarcastically reply when Rodrigo (wait, is he Rodrigo?) finishes untying me. “Well, I'm sure I can handle that easily.”

  Rodrigo comes around and helps me to my feet, a smile on his face. “You don't know how much I missed that sauciness. I've spent the past two hours wondering if I'd ever hear it again. Just a minute.”

  He grabs one of the pistols that is on one of the bodies and checks it quickly before handing me his pistol. “Here. Just in case.”

  Thankfully, the boat's deserted, and we get to the cargo area without anyone stopping us. I help get the heavy tarp off the wooden crates on the deck before Rodrigo opens one of them and digs around a little before pulling out some sort of electronic device and grunts. “Fucking battery still works. First time for everything.”

  “Rodrigo, what's going on?” I ask, and Rodrigo turns, grinning. “What?”

  “In the truck, I promise. Then we'll go home and I can tell you everything,” he says, giving my hand a squeeze. “No secrets. Wait in the truck, this next part is going to be a little loud.”

  I nod uncertainly, getting off the boat and getting in the passenger seat. I watch Rodrigo scurry around on the deck for a little while, then suddenly the engine on the boat starts up and it pulls away, heading towards the open water beyond the artificial harbor. I get out, but there's nothing and I wait nervously for whatever Rodrigo promised me. It's a full moon tonight and I watch the boat slip beyond the harbor breakwater, going about a hundred yards into the open water before suddenly an explosion rips through the back of the boat before more explosions follow, and the boat starts to sink quickly below the waves.

  “Master!” I cry out, but then there's a knock on my window and I scream again in surprise, but it's Rodrigo, dripping wet and grinning. I get out, hugging him, and he hugs me back.

  “Let's go home,” he whispers even as he soaks my shirt. “It's not over, but we can go home.”

  We're silent until we're about halfway back to Caccamo, when the questions start pouring out of me. “So what the man said....”

  “It's true,” Rodrigo replies. “My real name is Roderick Corleone Campo. I'm a Special Agent of the FBI, and for three years I've been Deep Cover in The Network.”

  “So all of what you told me, your childhood, all of it... it's a lie?” I ask, for some reason more hurt than I should be. “Are you even Spanish and Italian?”

  Rodrigo looks over, his amused smirk that I've come to look forward to back on his face. “Very little of what I told you was a lie, except for the big elephant in the room. My mother is the Italian one though, my father Spanish. I was born in Philly, grew up in Camden, just like I said.”

  “And your bullshit about going into the family business? About having a degree from the streets?”

  Rodrigo laughs. “I did go into the family business. My father's a cop, he works at the CSX Rail Yard across the river, and mom's a meter maid of all things. As for the degree from the streets... well, rail cops don't make a great salary, and yeah, I had a few bad years before I went to King's Point.”

  We get back to the villa, where we go inside, and Rodrigo reaches for me, but I pull back. “Rodrigo, you... I just saw you shoot five people. I learned that that man that I thought I've known for months now, who I trusted with not just my body but my soul and even my heart isn't who I thought he was. Excuse me if I'm having trust issues right now.”

  Rodrigo's face falls, but he nods in acceptance. “I understand. But Jessica, I had to lie about my job. Fuck, I'm Deep Cover FBI! I'm not even supposed to be operating outside the United States by the rule book!”

  “And you bought me. Isn't that somewhere in the FBI rulebook under 'shit you're not supposed to do?' It's a pretty big breaking of the rules, you know,” I reply, getting angry. “How can I trust you?!”

  “Because I'm not my fucking job!” Rodrigo yells, his eyes hurt. “Jessica, the only place, the only person I've been even mostly honest with the past three years has been you! In this villa, in the training room, in this house... you want to know me? You held me! You woke up in my arms, you felt me! The man you call Master... that's me! The me that nobody, nobody in this fucking world can fully understand except you! You're the only person I've let see the real me, the outer shell be fucked!”

  “So what now?” I yell back, shaken by his words. “We just go back to what we were, Master and slave, you somehow covering this up or something?”

  Rodrigo shakes his head, sighing. “We know that won't be possible. You know, part of me wanted you to run that day you chose to stay? I knew that if you stayed that it would be more dangerous, that I couldn't keep everything a secret from you forever. I thought it was all going to fall apart the day that my FBI contact messaged me and my FBI phone rang. But you... you accepted it all then. I know you aren't stupid, you're too special to have not thought something was up. But instead of prying... you trusted me. Huh.”

  “What huh?” I ask, and Rodrigo looks up.

  “This morning, I had a meeting with Scoglitti and Rachmaninoff, two of the other capo. They said that they were going to offer me the position of North American capo regardless of what happened with The Sultan. I'd sent a message to my FBI contact after I got a little more information on the shipment, then came home because I wanted to ask you something. I was going to give you a choice, I guess the same choice you have now. I was going to offer you your freedom, total and complete. A fake ID if you wanted it, half a million euro to get you set up wherever you wanted. Or... or you could come with me to America.”

  “Which do you want?” I ask, and Rodrigo looks up, for the first time we've known each other
nervous.

  “Jessica... I want you to come to the United States with me. I need you in my life. I...”

  Before he can finish there's a crash, the big window in the living room area crashing in and Rodrigo whirls, his gun out again. We both freeze though when we see Larissa, dressed in all black with some sort of oddly shaped rifle in her hands.

  “FN 2000 versus Beretta Px4. I'd say the advantage is mine,” Larissa says, but her voice sounds different than before. Rodrigo's eyes tighten, but before anything can happen, I put my hand on top of his gun.

  “Wait,” I say softly, and Rodrigo tenses. “Please... Master. Wait.”

  “I'd listen to her, mate. I like you both, but I'm not going to take a bunch of rounds in the head and chest to prove it,” Larissa says, her violet eyes totally serious. “We put them down together, agreed?”

  “Agreed,” Rodrigo says, lowering his gun slowly as Larissa lowers hers as well. When both guns are at least pointed at the floor, I feel like I can breathe again. “What are you doing here, Larissa?”

  “And what's with the accent?” I ask, making Larissa smirk.

  “I came to see if you two had gotten out safely. Sorry about the window, but I figured you wouldn't be keen on unexpected visitors, especially ones from The Network. Then I just had to be in here to listen to the rest of what you were saying. By the way, you yell quite loudly. Both of you,” she says, casually going over to the couch and sitting down, keeping her gun with her. “Did you get that going to gridiron games?”

  “You... you've got a British accent,” I finally say, putting it together. “I had a classmate from London, he called it gridiron too. That and padball, and...”

  “And handegg,” Larissa completes for me. “We do love making fun of what you call football. Very astute, Jessica. It feels good to be able to speak proper English instead of the abomination that I'm forced to use most of the time.”

  “You're Deep Cover too,” Rodrigo says wonderingly, and Larissa nods. “Scotland Yard?”

  “Oh no, I'd never work that that bunch of wankers,” Larissa says, gesturing for me and Rodrigo to join her. I do, while Rodrigo remains standing, his face still slack with surprise. Maybe I'm just rolling with it better because my life's been weird for months now. “Sorry. No... Agent Larissa Moraitis, MI6.”

  “British....” I whisper, and Larissa nods. “I like the name Moraitis. Are you Greek at all?”

  “Totally Greek,” Larissa says, “but educated in England. No more questions though, I have more work to do tonight. I came to tell you Rodrigo that your secret is safe. I've already been through The Network's as well as The Sultan's personal computers. Everything that says you're FBI has been scrubbed from The Sultan's files. Still need to take care of some other things, but... did I hear you correctly?”

  “About?” Rodrigo asks, and Larissa arches an eyebrow.

  “We've pulled guns on each other, I tell you I'm MI6, and you still play coy with me? Jessica, I take it back, he's a damn fool.”

  “Watch it,” I growl instinctively, and Larissa laughs out loud. “I'm serious.”

  “I know you are, which is what makes it funny. And cute. But Rodrigo, you were saying about becoming capo? And needing this bombshell?”

  Rodrigo nods, then looks at me. “Jessica, I need you in my life. But not as my slave.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, and my heart stops when Rodrigo gets down on his knees in front of me. “Rodrigo....”

  “Jessica, I didn't plan this when this all started, I didn't know what I was doing, but... I've fallen head over heels in love with you. I love you with all my heart, with all my soul. So yes, I'm asking you to stay with me, but also....” he says before he swallows deeply and reaches into a pocket of his pants, where he takes out a satin ribbon. “Will you choose to put this on? No locks, no forcing.”

  “Why?” I ask, and Rodrigo takes my hand, placing the ribbon in my palm.

  “Jessica... will you marry me?”

  “Oh that's just capital,” Larissa whispers in shock. I feel the same way, looking at the ribbon in my hand, then at Rodrigo. Or Roderick, or.... no. He has only one name in my heart, and I know what it is.

  “Yes, Master. I'll marry you... if you will still be my Master?” I ask, lifting my chin and handing the ribbon back to him. “Please help me tie this on right?”

  Rodrigo slips the ribbon around my neck, tying it in a bow just above my metal collar before we kiss, and I'm not sure which one of us is crying, but my cheeks are wet. I pull him in closer, only to be interrupted by Larissa, who clears her throat quietly.

  “Well... I think I'll let you two do what comes naturally in situations like this,” she says, getting to her feet. “I'll make sure you two are safe for the night.”

  Larissa heads towards the kicked in picture window, pausing at the sill. “If you don't mind Rodrigo, mid-morning at our cafe?”

  Rodrigo looks at me, then at Larissa, shaking his head. “I might be sleeping in some. Make it lunch. And you owe me for the damn window.”

  Larissa gives us a jealous look, then smiles. “Capital. Jessica, condolences. Rodrigo, congratulations. Ta for now.”

  She disappears through the window, and I look at Master, who shakes his head in wonder before turning and looking at me. “You still want me to be Master?”

  “Whether your name is Rodrigo, Roderick, or anything else... you are always my Master,” I vow, taking his face in my hands and kissing him. “Besides, how many slaves can say that their sexy Master took a bullet for them. How's it feel, by the way?”

  “Kevlar took the bullet, chest aches some... but I feel better than I have in my entire life,” he says, getting up and pulling me to my feet. “I know what I want to do now, too.”

  “And what's that?” I ask, putting my arms around his neck and smiling. “Spank my ass red?”

  Master shakes his head, even though he does reach down and cup my ass tenderly. “No. I want to do something I've never done before. I want to make love.”

  We hold hands going to the bedroom, where I peel Master's shirt over his head, kissing the pinkish red blemish where he's going to have a bruise tomorrow, the sign of his love for me. I knew when he shot the man what happened, he protected me first at total disregard for his own life, and as I run my hands over the soft skin and hard muscle of his chest, I feel my heart open up, and a whisper of a voice inside me.

  I'm free. I'm complete, for real this time.

  Yes I am, I think as I lay my head against his chest and listen to his heart beat, strong and sure. “Master... it's okay that I keep calling you that, right?”

  “It's always your choice,” Master says, pushing my head back to look in my eyes. “But if you do, there's going to be rules. Like the training room.”

  “Of course Master,” I moan in reply. “But tonight... I choose to make love too.”

  Master kisses me again, strong and tender at the same time as we undress each other, his hands stroking my back and legs as he kneels down, running his hands down the back of my legs before standing up, stopping when I put a hand on his head, stopping him. “Yes?”

  “I've served you for months Master, and I'll serve you for the rest of my life,” I reassure him, looking at the image of him on his knees in front of me. “Still... there's a part of me that likes you on your knees in front of me. Just give me a minute to make a mental picture.”

  “Why just a minute?” Master says, cupping my ass and kissing my waist. Butterflies fill my stomach as he kisses lower, lowering himself until his breath tickles the smooth skin of my pussy, and he hums. “I'm so getting you laser treatments for this area. I want you smooth forever.”

  “Yes Master,” I whisper, letting the heat roll through me as he reaches out with his tongue and parts my lips, tasting me like fine wine. Master sips and drinks from my growing wetness, his tongue finding all the places that I love and stroking them tenderly. There's no pain this time, just overwhelming pleasure, and deep inside, I'm happy.r />
  There's always going to be a side of me that wants the sensory overload that is the training room, going to the edge with Master and pushing the boundaries, feeling the pain and the pleasure and everything.... but this time, there's something more too. There's the reassurance that Master loves me, that I love him.

  “Master.... mmmm, you love licking my pussy, it's so good,” I moan, running my fingers through his hair. “I love you....”

  Master mumbles 'I love you' into my pussy, the vibrations of his lips and tongue sending delicious ripples up my body and warming my heart. I've opened the final, most secret door... the door to my heart, and he accepts me, loving me with his tongue and teeth and lips, tasting my pussy and stroking my clit while his strong hands hold my ass, pulling me against him until my knees buckle and I fall back on the bed, unable to support myself any longer. I laugh, moaning as Master crawls up after me and keeps licking until I break, moaning his name out long and low as my first orgasm rolls over me. Master keeps his tongue totally still, buried deep in my pussy as I coat his face with my juices before he pulls back, pushing his pants the rest of the way down and taking off his things.

  “You're right, I love tasting your pussy,” Master says as he slides up next to me, kissing me deeply before kissing my neck. “I love every inch of you, inside and out. Jessica, I thought I'd never find anyone like you. But you exist, my perfect woman.”