by Rose Nickol
Breaking the kiss, he pulled her close and, rubbing her back, said, “Dottie, tell me the rest of it.”
Dottie took a deep breath and continued her story. “After he had me gagged and tied to the bed, he took the knife and started cutting my clothes. Once he had all my clothes removed, he sat on the side of the bed and started running the knife over my body. Then he told me all the things he wanted to do and removed his clothes.” As she said the last, she again shuddered and buried her face in his shoulder, softly crying.
“That fucking bastard. He’ll never get near you again, baby, and if by some fucking chance in hell he does, I will personally rip his balls off and stuff them up his ass.” Derek growled as he held her tighter. He couldn’t believe he had stood outside the suite and let all this happen. Some fucking guard he was. The General was lucky he still had his balls. Next time he wouldn’t.
Loosening his hold on Dottie, he quickly spoke into the microphone on his chest. “Tyler, did you get all that?”
“Affirmative,” the reply came back.
“I’m going off comm now. If you need me, don’t bother. Briefing 8 a.m., Quantico.”
“Affirmative,” came the reply again. The one thing about working together as long as they had was that they needed very few words to communicate. Tyler knew of his feelings for Dottie and he was sure Tyler knew why he was going off comm and would make sure his evening was not interrupted. Business taken care of, he could focus on his woman now.
“Derek,” she said hesitantly.
“Yes, baby?” he answered her.
“I want to take a shower, I need to wash the feel of his hands off of me.” She was crying again.
“Of course baby, anything you want or need.” He stood and walked to the bathroom with her. Luckily this room was equipped with a huge walk-in shower and it would accommodate both of them.
Sitting her on the counter, he turned and started the shower to warm it. When he started removing his clothes, Dottie looked at him in alarm. “Wh–What are you doing?”
“I’m not leaving you alone. I’m coming in with you,” he stated firmly.
“Thank you, but I think I can handle it,” she answered.
“Not going to happen, baby, I’m not leaving you alone.” By now he had removed everything but his briefs and had turned to her.
His chest was massive and rippling. She wanted to run her tongue over every inch of it. Oh God, was all of him massive? Looking down at his briefs, she knew it was true. Even encased in the soft cotton fabric, she could tell he was huge. Would he ever fit inside her? She had a feeling she would be finding out sooner rather than later.
While she had been studying him, he had removed the shirt she was wearing and she was now naked again. Remembering how she got that way, she shuddered again and a tear slipped down her cheek.
Seeing the tear, Derek reached out and licked it off. “It’s okay, baby, you’re safe with me. I won’t hurt you and I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Trust me, baby,” he said, lifting her and walking to the warm shower.
Setting her down in the running water, he quickly removed his briefs and followed her. Closing the door and encasing them in the steamy warmth, he noticed her staring at him. He was huge, bigger around than her wrist and long, pointing straight at her like a divining rod.
“Just ignore him, baby, he just wants some attention. He’ll be fine,” he said, referring to his cock.
“It’s just so…big” she said reverently. She was in awe.
“Yeah, baby, there’s nothing small about me. Let’s get you washed,” he said grabbing the soap and lathering his hands.
“I can…oh,” she said as he started rubbing his soapy hands over her back and buttocks.
He continued washing her, kneeling to lift her feet and wash each toe. Moving his hand up, he slid his hands up her leg using both hands to cup her leg, even though he could have wrapped one hand around them, until he came to the apex of her thighs. Looking up into her eyes, he parted her folds and leaned in and licked from her back hole to her clit.
He felt her shudder and put his hands on her hips to steady her. “Okay, baby?”
“Oh God, yes, don’t stop.” She groaned.
“I’ll make it good for you, baby. Hold onto my shoulders.” He felt her brace herself and lifted her other foot to give that leg the same treatment. Again when he reached her thighs, he took another lick.
Still kneeling, he lifted her and turned, sitting her on the built-in bench in the shower. “Spread your legs, love,” he said, pushing her thighs apart and lifting her legs over his shoulders.
“Oh my God, I…don’t stop.” She was melting. When he took her clit in his mouth, her hips arched and she almost came off the bench. If he had not been holding her, she would have.
“Don’t stop, oh…oh,” she moaned, arching even more.
He used his hands to anchor her and ran his tongue around her little button. “Oh God, Dottie, you taste so good, and you’re so hot, baby, I may never stop.” He grasped both buttocks in his hands and lifted her so that she was leaning back against the shower wall with her legs wide over his shoulders. Using his thumbs, he parted her and continued licking and sucking taking her higher and higher.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you clench my tongue and taste all your juices,” he said just before he rolled his tongue and put it inside her.
She had never had anyone do what he was doing to her. The minute he put his tongue inside her, the dam broke and her juices flowed, coating his tongue and face.
Lapping at her like a small puppy, he drank everything she gave him, not letting her come down for what seemed like several minutes.
“Oh, Derek, what…oh my…Derek…I…” She couldn’t put a coherent thought together. It just kept going and going until she thought she was going to pass out.
Finally, Derek pulled back and sat back on his heels, a satisfied grin on his face. Knowing he could take a woman to these heights with just his mouth was a personal victory. He wanted to stand and shout to the world that Derek Moore had made Dorothy Chapman come.
Still sitting with her legs over his shoulders, she leaned against the shower wall, panting and trying to catch her breath. She didn’t know what to call what she had had before Derek, but they definitely were not orgasms. This was mind-blowing. She wasn’t sure her limbs were still attached, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk.
Derek looked up at her a grin on his face. “You okay, baby?” he asked smugly.
“I’ll never be okay again. That was, I don’t even know how to describe it.” She smiled and tried to move her legs.
“Oh, no, I’m not done yet, baby.” He growled and took her clit in his mouth.
“Ohhh, I don’t think I can again.” She moaned.
“You will, baby, you will more than you ever thought you could,” he said as he dove back in. When he had made her come twice more, he gently moved her legs back down and finished washing her, paying special attention to her beautiful breasts. He would be sucking on them soon.
He carried her out of the shower and dried both of them before carrying her into the bedroom and the king-sized bed. It wasn’t as big as his bed at home, but it would have to do. Sitting on the side of the bed, he stood her between his legs, bringing her bountiful breasts right to mouth level.
“Put your hands on my shoulders and lean forward, love,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and dripping with desire.
She did as he asked and he opened his mouth, taking as much of her breast inside as he could. Reaching around her, he grabbed both her buttocks in his hands and lifted her so that she was straddling him.
Moving his mouth, he instructed, “On, your knees, baby,” so that she was kneeling over his lap with her legs on the outside of his. Leaning back down, he took the other breast in his mouth, sucking and licking her ripe little berries.
“Oh, Derek, that’s so good, don’t stop.” She moaned as he continued his licking and suckin
g. Moving her hands from his shoulders, she wrapped them around his head, pulling him closer.
“No, baby, leave your hands on my shoulders.” He groaned. He didn’t want to restrain her after what had just happened, but he needed control.
“Oh, yes, don’t stop,” she moaned, not moving her hands.
“Put your hands back on my shoulders, baby,” he said just a little firmer this time.
“What…why…okay.” She looked confused but did as he asked.
“That’s my good girl, now where was I?” He took her breast back in his mouth and moved one hand between them to finger her clit. Her position was perfect and she was rocking back and forth on his cock, making him harder than he had ever been. He was going to have to take her soon.
Sucking and licking on her nipples, he had her writhing and moaning with need. “Is my baby ready for more?” he asked in a deep, intimate voice.
“More, oh my God, please.” She panted back.
He flipped her around so that she was on her hands and knees on the bed. Getting a condom out of the bedside drawer, he quickly rolled it on then moved behind her. Leaning over her, he moved her long black hair off her neck and grabbed her tender flesh between his teeth.
He ran his hands over the globes of her full ass, slipping his thumbs into the crack, pressing one thumb firmly to her tiny hole.
“Oh, what…what are you doing?” she asked in a pant, trying to move her head.
“Just hold still, baby, I’ll make it feel good. I want you here, but not now. Now I’m going to take that beautiful pussy, and you are going to come like you never have before.”
Oh my God, she thought, he already done that three times. Could it be any better? She didn’t know, but was more than willing to find out. This man knew exactly how to wind her up tighter than she ever had been. His controlling ways made her hotter than ever before. It was as if her body craved what he was doing and she wasn’t scared at all. She wanted more.
Chapter Two
Dottie woke early the next morning. She was used to being up early to exercise before she needed to be at work and the fact that it was Saturday made no difference. Opening her eyes, she looked around. This wasn’t her bedroom. All the events of the night before came back in a rush as she remembered everything that had happened. The bad and the good.
She needed to find clothes and get home. She was sure last night had been a mistake for both of them and just wanted to get home. Twisting and trying to get loose of Derek’s grip, she rolled to face him.
Smiling down at her, he asked in a deep, sleep-filled voice, “Hey baby, what’s up? You need the bathroom?”
Realizing that would get her up, she quickly answered yes and he released her. She scooted out of the bed and ran for the bathroom. Once in there, she used the facilities and started a shower, wondering if she could find something besides a towel to wear.
Walking into the shower, she stood under the spray, trying to figure out how she had gotten in this situation. Derek had never shown the slightest interest in her before. What had happened last night? Did he just feel sorry for her and was he trying to comfort her after what had happened? Or was there something more there? Should she hope for more or just take what she had got and move on? How was she ever going to figure this out?
She was so busy replaying the part of the evening that had happened after they got to Derek’s room that she didn’t notice him entering the bathroom until the shower door opened and he strode in.
“Ack!” she screamed. “What are you doing?”
“Taking a shower, what are you doing?” he asked with a deep, sexy voice, and when he turned those hazel eyes on her, she melted.
“Oh…well…I thought.” She tried to get out, but he grabbed her and pulled her to him.
“I didn’t get my good morning kiss, bad girl,” he said, fisting his hand in her hair and pulling her face up to meet his. Taking her lips in a bruising kiss, he released her hair, and cupping both her buttocks, lifted her to straddle him.
‘Oh,” she managed when he released her mouth to lean down and take a nipple. Adjusting her on him, he plowed inside her and started a pounding rhythm.
She hadn’t noticed, but he walked into the shower wearing a condom, always prepared.
“We have to hurry, I have to be at Quantico at 0800 hours and I want you with me. We probably won’t have time for breakfast, but can grab coffee on the way, and there should be something there,” he told her, the entire time bracing her against the shower wall and pounding her.
Lifting her by the hips, he quickly flipped her around until she was facing the shower wall, ass up. “Brace yourself, baby, this is going to be quick and rough,” he told her as he pounded her harder and faster, drilling in and out.
“Oh my God, my clit, rub my clit,” she moaned.
Wrapping one hand around her waist to hold her in place, he took the other hand and started pinching and pulling her clit. “Don’t hold it back, baby, scream for me. I want to hear you scream.” He pounded her harder and faster, twisting and pulling her clit hard.
“Oh, oh, oh God,” she screamed as she came. If she hadn’t been braced against the wall with him holding her, she would have fallen flat on her face.
Still holding her around the waist, he lifted her until her feet no longer touched the floor and maneuvered them both to the bench in the shower. Sitting, he pulled her into his lap and let the warm water cascade over them for several minutes.
She relaxed into him, her body liquid. She knew she should move, but there was no way. Lying against him and letting the warm water wash away her cares, it was as if they were in their own little universe and nothing and no one could bother them.
Derek hated to move, but he had to be at the debriefing. Taking Dottie with him was probably a mistake, but he wanted the team to hear from her exactly what an ass the General was. Because of the negations that were happening, he knew his superiors would overlook the events of last night, but he needed to make sure nothing like that happened again. He would be glad when the ass went back to his own country and he was no longer a threat.
Standing with Dottie in his arms, he grabbed the soap and quickly washed both of them, and then he grabbed the shampoo and quickly washed and conditioned her hair.
When he finished he carried her out of the shower and dried them both, wrapping a towel around her and one around his own waist. He sat her in the chair at the vanity and grabbed a brush and the blow dryer.
“What are you doing?” she asked. No man had ever dried her hair.
“You want this dried, don’t you? And if I don’t brush it, you’ll be full of tangles that we’ll never get out.”
“How do you know all that?” she asked incredulously.
“Sisters and a mother,” he answered and turned the dryer on, brushing and drying her hair.
Once he had her hair dry, and she had to admit it looked good, he picked her up again and took her to the bedroom. Sitting her on the side of the bed, he walked out to the living room and came back with a small package.
Looking quizzically at it, she then looked up at him. “These should fit. If not, we’ll find something else,” he said as he handed the package to her.
She opened the package and found a pair of jeans and a shirt in her size. “How did you do this?” she asked. He hadn’t left the room unless he snuck out while she was sleeping.
“One of the team found your things in the General’s room, looked at the sizes, and went shopping.”
“Wow, I thought I was going to have to wear a towel or one of your shirts home.” She was shocked.
“Baby, you would look good in both of those or nothing at all, but I want you in a little more for the debriefing. You will find out I don’t share what’s mine. Ever. And you are mine.” He growled.
“We have to get ready and head out or I would show you exactly what I mean, so if you don’t want to walk out of the hotel naked, I suggest you get dressed.”
Dottie took th
e package in her hands and pulled out the clothes. Looking through the package, she didn’t find any underwear. Just the clothes. That’s all. Nothing else. Looking again to make sure she didn’t miss something, the bag was definitely empty.
“Uhm, Derek?” she called
“Yes, baby,” he answered walking back from the closet now dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt.
“There’s only a shirt and jeans here.”
“What else do you need?”
“Underwear?” She made it a question. It should have been a demand.
“No.” He answered her question blandly and sat on the bed beside her to put on his shoes and socks.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” she asked.
“No. I have your shoes from last night. Let me finish and I’ll get them. Are you going to put those on or just look at them? I really don’t mind keeping you naked, but…the rest of the team might like it too much.”
Dottie grabbed the clothes and stormed to the bathroom to get dressed. No underwear—what the hell was he thinking? Well, when she got home she would fix that problem.
Dressing in what she had, she went looking for her shoes. Luckily the General had just removed them and not done any damage, although she was sure that had it been necessary, Derek would have replaced those also. Derek even had her briefcase and purse from last night.
Even though she was still mad about the underwear, she looked up at him and smiled. He hadn’t had to do all this for her. “Thank you.” She reached up and cupped his face.
“You’ll thank me better later. We have to go.” He grabbed her hand and led her out of the room.
He took her out of the hotel a different way than she had come in and they went through a back door to a parking lot. There sat a black SUV. “Your chariot awaits, my lady,” he told her as he opened the door and lifted her up.
They drove through Starbucks and got coffee and a Danish on the way to FBI headquarters.
“Why are we going to Quantico? That’s FBI, aren’t you Secret Service?”
“Yes, baby, but we use the FBI offices sometimes and we are working with the FBI on this case.”