by Jesse Jordan
“Me too,” I admit, thinking that when it comes to assholes, no religion has a monopoly. “So you deal with the parts you don't like?”
“Pretty much. But like I told Jessica, what we do, it's better than what some of the options are. Still, nobody in The Network seems to enjoy the slave trade as much as Omar Al Gazi. Of us all, he's the one I could see doing the same disgusting shit that led to me not having a childhood. At least the women we trade in now... at least they've had a chance to be little girls. I don't know if that makes it better or worse, but they at least got to be little girls.”
I nod, saddened and feeling even more trapped and frustrated. The fact is, if I could shut down the slave trade I would. I know it'd make me a hypocrite, Jessica always had a choice in her submission, if not the rest of her service. But I wasn't lying to Jessica when I said that it'd go on without me. It all would go on without me, which is the hardest truth of being Deep Cover.
“So you don't like The Sultan,” I finally say, dismissing my own guilty feelings. “Yet you like me. And I own a slave.”
Larissa laughs. “Rodrigo, if you weren't so damn deadly, you'd be sweet in a twisted way. I know you, and in talking with Jessica, you have always given her the choice. About the only thing you didn't give her a choice in was in actually being your slave. I bet if she'd been stubborn enough, you'd have kept her in that downstairs cell, well fed and well cared for this whole time.”
I chuckle, she's right. “You know me pretty well, Larissa.”
“Which is why I'm on your side in this. Oh, don't doubt it, there's something in it for me, too. If The Sultan meets his end, I've got my own contacts in Israel and some of the more Western friendly countries in the Mideast. Nobody would be better positioned in The Network to keep up the flow of trade to there. I'm so ready to get out of the whole fuck 'em and then kill 'em trade. Don't mind the information brokering so much, but seriously... you watch your ass, Rodrigo.”
It's nearly ten thirty when I get home, Jessica letting me in and I see the pistol next to her thigh as I drive by, just increasing the frustration that I'm feeling. I know there's nothing I can do about it, and getting out of my truck, Jessica can see my feelings. “What's wrong, Master?” she asks, her gray eyes searching my face. “Bad news?”
“Nothing I didn't already know, and nothing I can do anything about,” I grumble. “Which just frustrates the hell out of me.”
“Is there anything I can do?” she asks. “Anything?”
I think, and a wonderful, silly idea comes to my mind. “Yeah... let's play a game.”
“A game?” she asks, perplexed but interested. “What is it?”
“Hide and seek,” I say, chuckling when Jessica gives me a raised eyebrow. “Oh, there's going to be stakes in this game. Sexual stakes.”
“Really?” Jessica asks, a small smile spreading on her naughtily angelic face. “And what would those be?”
“I give you a ten minute head start, where I'll stay in the training room. You can hide anywhere within the walls of the villa. After those ten minutes, I have a twenty minutes to catch you. If I do... I'm going to be rough. If I don't, I'll be gentle.”
“I see,” Jessica says, crossing her arms. She bites her lip, then leans in and kisses me on the lips. “See you in thirty one minutes, Master.”
Jessica takes off into the darkness, which in the countryside on a cloudy night is nearly complete. I shake my head, going into the training room where I think about what Larissa said. Am I getting real feelings for Jessica? I don't know. I do know that her amazing body and even more amazing mind drives me wild, and that I want her more now than ever. Even thinking about the hunt and the fun we're going to have has me hard in my pants, and as I count down the time on my watch, I still think about Larissa's comment.
Do I have feelings for Jessica?
Does it matter? She's mine either way, and we have fun together.
My watch beeps, and I leave the training room, going out into the darkness. I listen carefully, not feeling that upset that Jessica doesn't know that I've had FBI training plus more. Going through night recon training with the Marines is no fucking joke, and I can hear most of the roughly one acre space that makes up the walled portion of my villa. It helps, I can move through the space quickly if quietly, listening for any of the telltale sounds that a person in hiding makes. There's nothing though, and either Jessica's a ninja or she's not outside the house.
I go into the first floor, checking my watch, I've got eight minutes left. Plenty of time, as long as Jessica doesn't do something silly like jump from a window. I don't want her to, so I move through the first floor carefully, checking each room quietly. I pause, looking in her first room, remembering Larissa's comment that even if Jessica had refused everything I'd have kept her fed and taken care of. She's right, I would have. Maybe I am a hypocrite, but it's enough of a distinction that I can sleep peacefully over it.
The first floor's empty with five minutes left, so I climb the stairs quickly, checking my living room before going through to the kitchen. I find Larissa's pistol on the counter, I'll have to remind her it isn't safe to do that even when I'm home, and then I move on. The pantry, Jessica's bedroom, and I've got less than one minute left when I move into my bedroom. There's unfortunately a lot of spaces here, and part of me is tempted to let her ride out the time when I hear a shuffle and a giggle from behind me, and I go into my bathroom, finding her hiding in the shower. “Gotcha.”
“Aww.... and I only had how much time left?” Jessica asks in a mock disappointed voice. My watch beeps, and she giggles again. “I win.”
“What?” I ask, surprised, and Jessica crosses her arms and grins.
“You said if you caught me. You haven't caught me yet, you haven't put those strong, sexy hands on me before the time was up. Now Master, do we need to take this to the Hide n' Seek Supreme Court?” she asks, and I have to admit, she's got a point.
“Are you a chemist or a lawyer?” I ask, laughing. Did I say her mind turns me on? Her mind is the sexiest thing about her, which considering her body, means I'm surprised I don't have a constant stiffie. Jessica reaches for her shirt and starts unbuttoning it, revealing her remarkable, sexy cleavage in one of her newer bras that I bought her. Okay, her body and mind are maybe a tie. “Ah, distracting me now?”
“No Master,” Jessica says, her fingers still unbuttoning. “But I was thinking... let's call it a draw, and you can be a little rough right here in the shower?”
Her fingers reach her waist and she pulls her shirt open other than the knot that she used to tie it off around her waist, revealing the bountiful curves of her breasts, making me hum happily. She's curvier than a classic pinup model, and with her lips twitching in a smile, she's seductive and one of a kind. Still, I have to maintain some image of control. “I don't know... what if I want to take you to the training room instead?”
“Please Master?” Jessica pleads, coming closer and putting her hands on my shoulders. “I had a naughty thought today, and I was kind of hoping... well, the shower would be better for it.”
“What's that?” I ask, and Jessica stands on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.
“Please Master... I want you to fuck my ass. I'm begging you.”
I grin, pulling her into an embrace and reaching down, grabbing the twin handfuls of her ass and kneading. “So... you're just giving me your ass cherry? You know I can't turn you down when you beg.”
“I'm all yours Master,” Jessica moans, leaning her head back and showing me her collar as well as the enticing valley between her breasts. “And the shower would be cleaner... more relaxing.”
“It'll still hurt,” I warn her as I lean down and suck on the curve of her neck, kissing along the hollow of her throat as I half squat to tug at her leggings. God bless yoga pants as the smooth skin of her ass is soon revealed to me, and I stand back, both of us breathing hard.
“I know it'll hurt Master,” Jessica says, unknotting her shirt and peeling it
the rest of the way off along with her bra before stripping her leggings off. “But with you, it always the good hurt.”
Jessica gets in the shower and turns the water on while I strip, the water glistening off her skin like diamonds even when I open the door. She takes the handheld sprayer down and playfully squirts me with it, her eyes laughing before I take it from her and kiss her hard, our tongues immediately dueling around each other in twisting, writhing patterns even while I press her against the glass wall, squeezing her ass and making her moan deeply into my mouth again.
“It'll hurt, but it'll feel good too the way I'm going to do it,” I promise her. “Turn around.”
Jessica immediately obeys, bending over slightly and pushing her ass back towards me. If she weren't a virgin I'd want to take her asshole right now, but the first time... she deserves gentleness. I massage her instead, squeezing roughly on the outsides but more gently as my right hand moves towards the center. Jessica gasps when my fingers brush over her tight puckered hole and I rub. “Master.... oh that doesn't hurt at all....”
“Take a deep breath and relax,” I command as I slip a finger inside, watching her face tighten before she remembers her training and opens up more, my finger slipping deeper. I finger fuck her asshole slowly, Jessica bending over more to loosen herself up more before I add a second finger. She whimpers in pain, but doesn't say anything as my fingers pump in and out of her tight asshole, the water helping to relax her ring. “Does it still hurt?”
“A little Master... but it's good too,” Jessica gasps. “Can I rub my clit?”
“I encourage it,” I chuckle, watching as Jessica reaches down and starts rubbing. She relaxes more as the dual sensations mix, the pain being carried away the way it's supposed to, and soon both of my fingers are plunging in and out of her ass easily. “Very good, my pet. Next is my cock.”
“Master... yessss...” Jessica groans, her fingers still rubbing her pussy and clit while I line up. “Thank you Master.”
Words jump to my mind but I don't let them out, and instead line my cock up with the winking pucker of her asshole. It's hard at first, but Jessica pushes back, opening her ass as best she can, and the sight of my cockhead disappearing into her ass is so erotic that I'm stunned at the gift this beautiful woman is giving me.
Entering Jessica's ass for the first time is like nothing I've ever felt before. Around her ring she's almost painfully, impossibly tight, but as my cock breaches her most tender of inner secrets the rest of her is a warm softness that is better than any other ass I've ever felt. I go slow, short soft strokes that gently open this angel up to my total deflowerment, and when my hips touch the smooth globes of her asscheeks the pain's gone for her, leaving nothing but the pleasure of being taken totally and fully. “Master...”
“Hold on,” I groan, pulling back before stroking in fully. We both gasp, I can't help it she's so amazing and the sensations running from my cock through my body are almost unbelievably good. We fall into a good pace, my hips taking their time guiding my cock in and out, filling my pet over and over. Jessica's lost, her nipples tight when I reach around and stroke them, nearly coming as I show her the deep, intimate pleasures of assfucking.
“Oh fuck... fuck... fuck me... yes Master,” Jessica groans, her brain being overloaded with the sensations. I speed up, her eyes flying open at the feeling of my cock pounding her tender, precious ass, my hips smacking into her voluptuous curves. “Master! Oh fuck I love it!”
“Take it all, that's it,” I encourage, getting rougher as her body relaxes and she can take it. Jessica's one of a kind body responds as we go faster and faster, my cock riding her tight ass and both of us finding total pleasure and abandonment in the feeling. I speed up more, my balls boiling to unleash within her tight bowels, and she grunts, both of us losing the ability to speak as we get closer and closer.
Jessica comes first, her ass clamping around the base of my cock as she screams, the water spraying unfelt into her face as I plunge one more time before joining her, coming deep and hard into her ass. We freeze, both of us wanting this moment to last forever, and I make a decision that I know can change my life from this moment on. Actually, it's not even a decision, it's more like just knowing something, the knowledge exploding in my head as powerfully as my orgasm.
Regardless of what it takes, no matter else... I have to have Jessica with me.
Jessica
“Master....” I half whisper, looking out at the turquoise blue water that laps at the brown sugar sand. “This is beautiful.”
“Welcome to Cefalu,” Rodrigo says, looking amazingly dapper in the classic sport coat and cream colored slacks combination. He's even wearing an ascot, of all things, and I feel classy and pampered in my sleeveless blouse with pants and sandals next to him. “I thought you could use some time away from the villa, and today's a nice day to just enjoy some fresh air.”
“Thank you,” I reply, looking out on the beach. There's a few bathers, Sicily is one of those islands where you can pretty much go some beaches all year around, but it's not crowded at this time of year yet. The Spring Break holidays are still a little ways off. “So what did you want to do?”
“Oh, I don't know, just walk around for a little while, enjoy the town was my idea. Is there anything that you'd like to particularly do?” he asks. “There's some stuff I'd like to discuss with you, but for now, let's enjoy the morning.”
“Can I take off my sandals and splash in the water some?” I ask, and he nods, smiling that Rodrigo smile that starts up the butterflies in my stomach even as I run gleefully down to the water's edge before stopping to take off my sandals. I turn to see Rodrigo close behind, his hand held out to take my footwear. I hand them to him, surprised after I roll up my pant legs that he's joined me, his slacks rolled almost to the knee and his docksiders in his hand. I splash and enjoy the feeling, fond memories coming over me as we walk in the wet, compacted sand.
“You went to the beach a lot as a kid, didn't you?” Rodrigo asks warmly. Before I can answer, I see a couple walking along the other direction. I feel proud of being with Rodrigo, but something bothers me. With the couple, they're holding hands, the woman leaning on her lover's arm and for all the world looking 'lovey-dovey.' While I feel close to Rodrigo, I suspect that the couple we just passed wouldn't do nearly as much for each other as I would for him, there's a sense of public intimacy that we just don't have.
Rodrigo notices, looking over. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing, Master.”
Rodrigo stops, reaching out and taking my hand. “You're lying, Jessica. Don't lie to me please.”
I stop, turning to look at him. “I'm sorry Master. It's just... see that couple behind us?”
Rodrigo glances, nodding. “Yeah, I noticed them. Why?”
“I guess... this sounds so stupid,” I reply, sighing. “Master, I'd do anything for you. Probably more than that woman would do for her boyfriend. You know that, right?”
“I know,” Rodrigo says. “And I've promised to keep you safe, to take care of you, to give you everything you've ever dreamed of. Have I not?”
“In some ways, you've given me more than I could ever dream of. But...,” I reply, then sigh. “I guess the girly side of me would like to hold your hand, to lean on you and be like they are in some ways.”
Rodrigo smiles softly, looking at me with his dark eyes. “You know what the difference between them and us is, Jessica?”
“No, Master. What?” I ask, and Rodrigo points towards the rocks up ahead. “The rocks?”
“Those rocks, they're above a series of whirlpools, tidal pools that are very dangerous. There's signs all around the place that tell people not to go in them, and every summer, at least one or two people die because they either don't listen or fall in while trying to take pictures,” he says. “Jessica, the difference between us is that you would willingly leap into those pools with a rock in your arms if I ordered you to. At the same time, I would willingly leap into those
pools if I saw you fall in without my orders. Those two wouldn't do the same for each other. That's better than any hand holding.”
“I guess,” I sigh, still feeling sad for some reason on the inside. “I apologize, Master.”
Rodrigo looks at me some more, then starts off again. For the rest of the morning until the sun is high in the sky we enjoy the beach, and as we walk, play, and just relax, my spirit lifts. After a lunch in a streetside cafe, we drive to Termini Imirese, where for the first time in months I get to walk around a mall, Rodrigo ditching his sportcoat and ascot before we go inside. We find a little gelateria, the Italian style ice cream shop that puts anything I had in New Jersey to shame, where he gets us a classic sundae to split.
“Master, why did you bring me here today?” I ask as he passes me the single plastic spoon. Considering the amount of bodily fluids we swap on nearly a daily basis, a little bit of shared silverware is nothing. “Thank you, by the way.”
Rodrigo takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “Not here. When we get back to the truck, I'll tell you on the way home. This isn't a conversation for public ears.”
We continue shopping, Rodrigo letting me pick out a few items, and I'm shocked when he comes out of a lingerie store with a package under his arm. “A gift for both of us. We can open it at home.”
We go out to the parking lot, where once inside, I look at him as he starts up the truck and pulls out into traffic. “Well?”
Rodrigo glances over, his smirk faltering as he knows he's been keeping me waiting for hours, and even my patience is growing thin. “I thought about a few things in talking with Larissa, and since that bastard Leon threatened you,” Rodrigo says, his voice calm. “First, let me fill you in on a few things. For quite a while now, the man that you know as The Sultan and I have had a quiet rivalry. He's been the biggest hurdle to me getting promoted to capo. The other heads, they're worried about insulting such a major part of The Network, and for good reason, the Mideast arms and human trade is a big part of our income. Not the biggest, but a damn big part. Still, since I bought you, that rivalry has grown from quiet to just short of outright war.”