The Agency: Volume 1: (Group Situation, Dominance and Submission, Medical, Law Enforcement, 3-Book Bundle)

by Raven Dark

  “Have your stuff ready and Jess’ll drive you back home in an hour. I gotta go back to work.”

  “Kay.” She snuggled into him. Gently, he turned her face to him. His smile made him look so different, so sweet, not at all like the badass who’d ravished her.

  “I love you, baby. Happy birthday.”

  “Thanks. I love you too.”

  He kissed her long and hard on the mouth. When he lifted his head, his smile made her knees weak all over again. “So, did you like your birthday present?”

  “You know I did.” She grinned. “Nice touch getting the rest of them to dress like SWAT, too.”

  “You can thank The Agency.” He got out of bed and put on his boots, and the rest of his uniform. “I tell you, those freaks at Ravishment Inc, they think of everything. They picked the perfect actors, guys who know how to act like real SWAT.” He kissed her one last time and then got up with a wink. “See you at home.”

  “See you soon, baby.”

  When he was gone, Susanne burrowed into the bed. She’d be damned if this wasn’t the best birthday she’d ever had.

  THE END

  Manhandled by the Medical Team

  The slow, high pitch creak of the front door opening behind Dana sent a shiver of anticipation up her spine. Footsteps sounded lightly across the marble floor of the large, opulent front foyer of the mansion, and each one made Dana’s heart rate kick up another notch. He was home, and that could only mean one thing. It was about to start.

  “Don’t turn around.” Her husband Jason’s voice echoed quietly in the hall.

  Dana swallowed. What exactly did he plan for her this time?

  Even after six months of playing out fantasies with him, each one in which he took on one forceful role or another, that commanding tone sounded so unlike him. He was usually soft spoken, gentle. Amazing how that deep, masculine voice, which seemed designed to make a woman’s body respond, had such an ability to call up the submissive in her. So much so that each Friday night, when it came time for their game, she could hardly wait for him to give her this week’s orders.

  Standing by the wide window that looked out onto their estate, she put her hands on the pane and closed her eyes, letting the cool glass work away the heat rising in her blood. Every part of her hummed with delicious need as his footsteps stopped right behind her.

  “Are you ready to play, Dana? Have you been waiting for me?”

  Dana smiled, resisting the urge to turn and look at him, thereby disobeying him. Jason knew exactly how to make her pay for going against his wishes while in scene.

  “Yes, Jason. I’ve been waiting almost an hour for you. You’re late, you know.”

  He still didn’t touch her, and she had a feeling he knew every inch of her skin was buzzing to feel the warmth of his hands on her.

  Damn him. All day, she’d longed to feel his fingers running through her soft pale curls. To feel his warm palms caressing her smoothed skin. Or better yet, to feel those magic fingers of his stroking her pussy. Her damn cunt had been aching for attention since he’d left for his shift at the hospital early that morning, and wetness already pooled between her legs before he even allowed the slightest physical contact. But no. Instead, Jason merely stood behind her, as if he wanted to let her imagination run wild with what his intentions for the night might be.

  “How many times do I have to tell you? That’s Doctor Warwick to you.”

  A smile toyed with her lips before she could fight it off. His words laid out some of the basic parameters for tonight’s scene. Tonight he was the doctor, but what was she? A patient, forced to accept an exam from the good doctor, or the wife who must accept the rougher side of the doctor everyone thought was so perfect?

  “And, you know how this works, wife. I am the master of this house, Dana. I am never late. I come home when I choose, and you wait for me for as long as I want. Isn’t that right?”

  Okay, the wife, then. She tried to control the tremble of desire in her voice. “Yes, Doctor Warwick. You’re right. You’re always right.”

  Slowly, Jason moved in on her until he stood close enough that his wide chest pressed against her back. Jesus, the man always radiated heat, even in the middle of a winter’s night like this one. His warmth pulsed through her, drugging her. The already hardened ridge of his cock pressed into the small of her back through his pants. Heat licked at Dana’s pussy with the awareness of his arousal.

  “Tonight, we’re going to play a different game.” His fingers traced up and down her bare arm. “I would have loved to come home to you naked for me, but that wouldn’t work for what I have in mind.”

  Intrigue spiked in her. If her being naked didn’t work, that probably meant they were going out. “And what exactly do you have in mind for me, Doctor?”

  Silent, his lips left fiery kisses along the side of her neck, down her bare shoulder. All the exposed flesh made her glad she’d chosen to wear his favorite dress, a mermaid style one with diamond studs that showed off her curvy hips and full ass, cut sleeveless and low in the back. He flicked her shoulder with the tip of his tongue, sending pleasant shivers through her, and Dana instinctively put her head to the side, inviting his touch.

  “Um, Doctor? Are you going to tell me what you’re going to do to me?” Half of her wished he’d leave her wondering, while nerves ate at her, begging him to tell her.

  “You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

  She bit her lip as his hand slid down her back to her ass, his palm massaging each cheek. Then he pulled her to him almost roughly and his powerful arm banded around her waist. This time when he spoke, his voice was much, much softer.

  “I love you, Dana. No matter what happens, remember that.”

  “I know that. Jason what….Ah….mmmf!”

  Her words cut off as something big and black appeared in front of her eyes. A cloth hood of some sort, she realized, before it covered her face and obliterated all light. Jason pulled the cloth tight at the back of her head, and she panicked for a moment, until she realized it didn’t cover her mouth—there must have been an area cut out for breathing.

  “You’re in for a fun night, wife,” Jason growled. “I can’t wait for you to see what I have planned.”

  Before she could respond, he spun her around, pulled her across the hall, and an instant later, someone shoved her into a car.

  * * *

  The drive didn’t last longer than ten minutes, but it felt like hours, especially considering the way Jason set the situation up.

  With the blindfold on, she couldn’t see what kind of vehicle she was in, but she lay across what felt like hard metal, and when she moved around, she didn’t feel anything near her. That said she was in a larger vehicle, probably the back of a truck or something. Before a door had slammed and the vehicle started moving, someone had roughly tied her hands in front of her with rope. Jason, she hoped, but there was no way to tell, since whomever it was didn’t say anything, and the sounds of feet indicated he was with at least one other man.

  Men’s voices drifted from behind her head now, one of them Jason’s. He wasn’t sitting with her, in fact she got the impression no one was. Being left alone should have ticked her off, but instead, it leant the scene a layer of unexpected realism. It suggested she’d been abducted by dangerous men, ones who had no compassion for her comfort or her state of mind. The thought of what such callous captors might do to her made her pussy ache.

  She counted at least three voices, including her husband’s, but something made them muffled so she couldn’t make out what anyone said. Squirming to get a more comfortable position on the hard metal surface, Dana’s mind raced with all the possible directions this scene could go. What the hell was Jason up to?

  She and Jason had talked at length about various fantasies both of them had. The scenarios ran the gambit, anything from Dana giving him a blow job in a restaurant to having him play a corrupt doctor who preferred to use something other than a speculum for her examinat
ions. She’d talked about a kidnapping fantasy, but if there were men with him, this was a considerably more elaborate set up than she’d ever expected.

  It wasn’t uncommon for Jason to let the rules unfold as the scene played out, to keep her guessing. She preferred to be surprised, to have to feel her way through it, especially when Jason made sure to punish her for every mistake she made when she misread the rules. Not knowing what was coming sent a wicked thrill through her, hot and intense.

  So far, the men seemed to be ignoring her. She thought she heard her husband laugh. Casual, as if he didn’t have her tied up back here.

  Dana kicked hard at what she assumed was the wall of whatever cabin she was in. Her high healed shoes made a loud metallic clanging sound.

  “Where the hell are you taking me, Jason?” she shouted, making sure to stay in role. Without her knowing all the rules, she chose to assume she was supposed to be resistant, rather than obedient. She didn’t entirely have to fake her nervousness.

  When no one answered her, she thumped her foot on the metal again.

  The familiar sound of a powered window winding down met her ears. “Boss, you want to shut your cunt of a wife up, or should I?”

  “Excuse me? Cunt?” Dana sat up, only half faking a glare at the unseen speaker, or as close to one as she could manage with the hood on her face. And who the fuck was that? The deep, gravelly voice wasn’t at all familiar to her, and she was pretty sure she knew all of Jason’s friends.

  “Yeah, you heard him.” Jason. “If these men have to stop this van to shut you up, you won’t like the consequences, so just lie there and take what’s coming like a good wife.”

  Dana would have widened her eyes if not for the hood. She loved when Jason called her dirty names in bed but his letting another man do it played perfectly with her need for the unexpected. Not knowing who the man was or the role he was meant to play sent her mind spinning wildly.

  What would Jason have him do to her? They’d talked about a fantasy involving another man but they’d never done it. Would he watch while the “other kidnapper” had his way with her? Or would he join in, making her take both of them?

  Then it occurred to her, exactly what he’d said. These men. Her heartbeat kicked up again. Exactly how many men were there?

  “Tell me where the hell you’re taking me, Jason.” It wouldn’t be any fun making this easy on him.

  “No way. This is too much fun, watching you squirm.” His voice oozed wicked delight.

  Dana growled her frustration. Usually he gave her some hints by now. Lucky for him, the frustration came as a low burning deep in her pussy.

  “We’re here, Doctor Warwick.” Another voice, from further away, like a driver’s seat. “I’ll park inside the garage. Can’t risk anyone calling the cops if the whole street sees her making a fuss.”

  At his words, Dana lifted her head. Was that one deliberately trying to indicate she could fight safely without drawing attention or just adding an element of helplessness to the scene? Both, perhaps, but there was an unsettling aura to his words. He sounded…what? She couldn’t put a label to it, but it nagged at her.

  The vehicle stopped with a light jerk, she heard the whine of what she assumed to be a garage door opening, then the vehicle moved forward. It stopped, then the garage door whined again. Where the hell were they?

  She stilled, listening, but she heard little else other than men getting out of the vehicle, then doors closing. They moved too fast for her to discern how many got out.

  “Let’s get this show on the road, then,” someone else said, a third voice. He, too, had that strange intonation to his voice she couldn’t place. He gave an animalistic whoop that made her blood race with the menace in it. Fuck, she didn’t know any of the voices.

  Three men, plus her husband. He wouldn’t make her submit to all their needs, would he? To three strangers? Her stomach flip flopped.

  What sounded like a back door opened and someone reached in, dragging her by her bound wrists across the metal surface she’d been laying on. As soon as she had her feet on the ground, she twisted and tried to kick blindly.

  “Let go of me. Get this hood off me, you—”

  Someone grabbed her shoulders and spun her around while another threw his arms around her from behind, thick, steel-like ones that crushed her to a strong, large frame, even bigger than Jason’s considerable six foot three.

  “You want to make this harder on yourself?” Jason’s minty breath fanned her face through the hood. “We can make this thing hard or easy, Dana. The less you fight, the sooner it’ll be over.”

  Dana twisted and bucked against the man holding her, but he didn’t give an inch.

  “You’re awfully hard to hold on to for a little slip of a thing, cunt.” The same gravelly voiced one who’d called her a cunt before growled the words in her ear.

  “Fuck you. Get this hood off!” The demand wasn’t totally faked. It was disorientating not being able to see anything. Jason blindfolded her sometimes, but usually while she was lying down.

  The man holding her squeezed a little too tight around her waist, like a boa constrictor. It became hard to breathe, and in reflex, she swung her head back, trying to hit him the only way she could. The back of her head smacked a hard chest and he grunted in amusement. The impact dizzied her.

  “What is this guy, made of iron? Jason, stop this. Let me go!” Dana tried to step on his foot, but she missed, hearing shuffling.

  Jason didn’t respond. The one holding her spun her, threw her over his shoulder ignoring her cry of surprise, walked her forward, and then he deposited her on a cushioned surface of some kind. She tried to kick at him, but hands grabbed her ankles and wrists, stretching her out on her back across whatever she’d been dropped on.

  “Jason, what the fuck is going on? You can’t—”

  A hand seized her chin hard enough that her teeth dug into her cheeks and she froze at the unexpected force in it. Jason’s breath swept over her face again. “Let’s get this straight, wife. I can do whatever I want with you. And for tonight, so can anyone else I choose. I own you.”

  Before she could respond, hands yanked her feet and wrists so she was spread wide, and straps of some kind were pulled around her limbs.

  Oh, God, they were restraining her. The helplessness of being immobilized sent need spiking through her. They’d spread her so her legs were splayed, leaving her just enough room to bend her knees without being able to kick, doing the same with her hands so that she couldn’t strike out. Leaving whomever these men were with her husband to do whatever they wanted with her. Wetness soaked between her legs.

  It didn’t take much to remain in the frightened victim role when she had no idea what they were planning.

  “Jason, I can’t see. For God’s sake, at least take the hood off. Look, if you guys are worried I’m going to call the police on you, I swear I won’t. Jason can take me home and we can pretend this night never happened.”

  A wave of malevolent chuckles passed around her. “Yeah right,” the gravelly-voiced one said. “Cause you’ve been real compliant up to now.”

  Another series of chuckles. Crap. It sounded like more than three men now. Her heart hammered.

  “We already told you. The more you behave, the easier this will go for you.” Jason’s voice shifted direction, like he was moving around her. Someone tugged on her bonds one by one. He was checking them, probably so she couldn’t get free. “Someone cut off her clothes.”

  Dana jerked her head up as a hint of panic found a home in her blood. If they cut her clothes off, she’d be naked in front of this whole room, in front of how many men, all of whom could see her when she couldn’t see them? Fuck, could he make this any hotter?

  Feet shuffled and she heard a faint snipping sound before someone slid leather-covered fingers under the top of her dress, where it hugged her considerable chest.

  “Wait, Jason, what are you doing? I thought you loved this dress. Don’t let them d
o this to me, please.”

  “I’ll get over it. I want you naked for us all to see.” At least there was a hint of disappointment in his voice for the dress. She almost smiled. The man she loved was still in there, somewhere.

  Whomever wielded the scissors made quick work of her dress. He cut the mermaid bodice down the middle, flicking the fabric aside, and her tits flopped free without a bra to contain them. Every part of her wanted to just lie there and let it happen, but she twisted and writhed, which went ignored.

  “Look at those sweet titties. She’s got some big ones, huh, Warwick?” That was the same one who’d given the menacing whoop earlier, and he didn’t sound any less predatory now.

  “Oh, yeah. My wife’s always had nice tits. Sweet fucking ass, too, as I’m sure you’ll all see.”

  So, he was going to let the others take her. Why did half of her wish that wasn’t the case, while the other half burned with a feverish need at the thought?

  “You can’t stand there and let these animals do whatever they want with me, Jason! I’m your wife, how could you!” She injected the appropriate outrage into her voice.

  The one with the scissors cut the sides of her panties, pulling away the fabric to expose her pussy, and voices murmured in approval and lust. The attention brought heat to scald her cheeks and humiliation twisted through her. It licked at her clit like an eager tongue.

  “Ohh, look at that delicious cunt.” Someone new she’d never heard before. Long fingers ran through the thatch of pale hair covering her sex, stroking through her moist folds. “Jesus, Warwick, she’s so wet. Gorgeous little slut is hungry for us.”

  With every stroke, her need spiked higher. Dana twisted, but someone gripped her hip, stilling her while those fingers kept sliding up and down, rubbing her clit, teasing.

  She supposed the hood covering her head had another purpose, other than to hide the faces of her “captors.” Not being able to see anything made her hyper aware of everything around her, every sound, every touch and scent.