She licked and savored her entire hand’s worth of cum like a tasty treat and offered him a satisfied smile. He still couldn’t move, but the scent of her arousal perfumed the room and delight rose in his chest unbidden. Damn, at least I made her wet. That was fuckin’ sexy.
When she’d finished cleaning her hand, Lindsey patted his thigh and gave him a happy smile.
“Very good, John. I think you’ll do nicely.” She sauntered to his shoulders and dipped her head beside his as if to kiss him.
Oh, yes please. I’ll take a kiss, ma’am.
“Thank you, Chief Petty Officer. I’ll arrange to have you brought to my suite and we’ll get you out of here as soon as possible.” Her whispers brushed his ear and some of his pleasure drained away. He was still a prisoner, but she’d managed, with one small hand and some soft moans, to make him forget his circumstances for a few moments.
Lindsey tilted her head to meet his gaze and said aloud. “You’re very good, John. And you’re mine from now on. Do you understand?”
He blinked twice and some part of him couldn’t be happier belonging to her. And when I get a chance, I’ll show her.
Chapter Three
Lindsey spread her legs and bent over one of them, stretching out her quads. Sweat trickled down her back. Even at zero-five-hundred, the Vegas summer temperature simmered at eighty-two degrees and she’d be drenched before she even started to run. She rose and switched to the other leg, waiting for her handler. They’d agreed to meet at Floyd Lamb Park to discuss what she’d found and how she’d get Chief Petty Officer JH Andrews out of Madame LeBeau’s sex slavery market.
“Hey, Jenna. Ready to run?”
Lindsey straightened at her cover name and offered a smile to her LVMPD handler Courtney Dabner as she jogged up. Courtney had the body of a supermodel with wiry muscles and long limbs. Lindsey reminded herself to be grateful for her more compact and robust frame, but Courtney’s stature remained intimidating.
“Yes, but not too hard today.” Lindsey grimaced as she stretched out her side. “I had a late night last night and I need to go slow to work out the kinks.”
Courtney gave her a lewd wink. “Kinky night, huh? Okay, we’ll just jog then.”
They set off on the paved path around the lake as the sun painted blue shadows on the western faces of the surrounding mountains. Ducks and coots splashed in the wind-ruffled water and a lone heron fished within the reeds along the shoreline. Lindsey loved the park’s diverse geography, from sculpted lawns to rough bluffs with fossil- bearing rocks. It covered several acres and made a great place to trade information.
“So, what’s going on, Jarvis?” Courtney breathed easily as she ran. “Your message was more cryptic than usual.”
Lindsey gathered her intel and breath as she scanned the path ahead. No one else shared the park this early on a random Thursday beyond a man tossing breadcrumbs to the peacocks across the lake.
“Madame LeBeau vetted me and let me into the selection pool.” Lindsey choked back her disgust. “She gave me my first ‘toy’ to play with last night.”
“Good news. Did you get access to her electronic files?”
“No, there wasn’t time to set the program. Too many folks in the room while I was going through their catalog.” God, the idea of men listed as toys for purchase like in the Sears Wish Book curdled her stomach. “But I will get a video copy of the sessions with my man ‘to enjoy at my leisure.’ The guy I chose is military, Court. And he’s definitely seen some action on the front lines somewhere. I gotta get him out of there. I’m sure he can tell you more than I can since he’s stuck on the inside. LeBeau has him jacked up on ketamine to keep him docile, but he’s aware of everything going on.”
Her rage burned through her gut and she had to push some of it into her strides. He’s serving his country, dammit. He shouldn’t have to pay more.
“Got a name? We can check to see who’s missing.”
Courtney’s calm dismantled some of Lindsey’s fury. “Chief Petty Officer JH Andrews. We’ve been calling him John, but I don’t know if that’s the right J.”
“Navy, got it. Do you know how long he’s been in the ring?”
Lindsey shook her head and waited until they ran past another jogger going the opposite direction. The city had started to wake up and the park would be full soon. They jogged for a few minutes in silence.
“Not long. I’d say they picked him up last weekend. They hadn’t shaved him by the time I saw him.”
Courtney frowned. “They shave the men?”
“Yeah, it’s for the media brainwashing. Everyone wants a romance novel cover model these days, and those guys are bare except on their heads.”
“Jesus.” Courtney’s hands tightened into fists. “Okay, I’ll check on CPO JH Andrews and let his CO know what’s going on. You know they might send someone to come get him.”
“Tell them to leave it alone. I got this and I’ll get him out. If they storm the walls guns blazing, I’ll lose two years’ worth of work.” Lindsey gritted her teeth. “I can’t let that happen.”
Courtney nodded. “Right, so what do you need from me?”
“Two things.” Deep breath, Jarvis. “I need a nullifier for the ketamine. I won’t be able to carry this guy out. He’s at least two hundred pounds of solid muscle, so he’ll need to move a little under his own power.”
“Got it. And the second thing?”
“I want out after this. I’m done with deep undercover. The world is getting dark and sickening and I’m losing myself to it.” Lindsey shook her head. “I’ve put in the paperwork for regular detective in the sex crimes unit. I’ll finish this mission, but I gotta get back to being myself and not some psychotic bitch bent on hurting men. Especially military men. That’s the last straw, Court.”
“Roger that.” Courtney shared Lindsey’s military background. “I’ll let the captain know. And I’ll get the lab on a nullifier for ketamine.”
“Good. Do it quick. I want to get him out this weekend. Even as in shape as he is, his body can’t take more than a couple of weeks of dosing.”
“I know.”
The last guy’s body had been found covered in ants in the middle of the Las Vegas Wash not far from where they ran now. The ME said he’d died of heart failure from a ketamine overdose. I won’t let that happen to John.
“I’ll need the nullifier by Friday morning. Have a safe house ready by that evening if you can. If not, the latest is Saturday.” Lindsey slowed down to a walk as they neared the parking lot. “The Man Cave Club is only really busy on those two nights and that’s the only way I can sneak him out.”
Courtney nodded as she grabbed her ankle behind her thigh. “When I got what you need I’ll text you and bring the nullifier to the regular place. What’s your exit strategy?”
“Drunk couple headed home for sex.” Lindsey shrugged. “I don’t expect him to be steady on his feet and if we come out through the club, we’ll blend in with the other partiers.”
“What about cameras and bouncers?”
“We can duck the cameras and the bouncers will see what they expect.” Lindsey stretched out her quads as she scanned the parking lot for anyone who might be close enough to listen. “Just make sure there’s a safe house. We’ll both need a place to lay low for a few days.”
“Will do.”
“And Court?”
Her handler met her gaze. “This is the last one of these. I really can’t do this anymore. I’m serious.”
Courtney nodded. “All right, Jenna. I’ll put in the paperwork if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” Lindsey had reached saturation and John represented the final straw in this risky game. “So I’ll see you back here on Friday morning?”
“No, I can’t. Jeremy’s got a camping trip with Scouts. Let’s meet for coffee instead. My treat.” Jeremy was the name of Courtney’s cover son and it gave them an excuse to change their meeting location. “Say nine at the Blue Bean?”
Courtney waved and climbed into her car. Lindsey returned to her stretches and closed her eyes. She’d get out of this false life come hell or high water. She’d save her sexy sailor and win her freedom.
In the meantime, she had to pretend to be Jenna Black, wealthy widow and psychotic bitch. Though I don’t hold a candle to LeBeau. Lindsey did a few more stretches to alleviate the surging anger and unlocked her car. She needed to stop at the cleaners on the way back to her suite and she might as well check on her purchase. She’d be damned before she allowed anyone else to touch John.
Lindsey climbed into the driver’s seat of her car with the door open to release the heat of the early summer morning. The cleaners wouldn’t be open this early so she had time to run back to her suite and check on John. An odd excitement built in her gut as she pulled her door shut and rolled the windows down. She couldn’t decide if the emotion came from spending more time with the handsome Navy chief or from the end of this miserable assignment. Either way, a smile crept across her lips as she headed back into town from the park.
****
John wished he could sleep. Wished he could be dead to the world during the long hours of nothing with only his involuntary sensations to keep him company. If his balls itched, he had to endure it. He couldn’t move, couldn’t stretch, couldn’t do anything but breathe and look at the ceiling. They’d done a nice job with the concrete. It even held grooves where the mix had molded to the boards for formation. He’d counted thirty-six knots in his ten-by-ten cell. At least on the ceiling. Who knew what the walls showed. He would have liked to know if only to mitigate the boredom.
Time crawled by worse than his BUD/S training in Little Creek and he’d run out of things to entertain himself. At least in BUD/S there’d been pain, or exhaustion, or even the other men to distract him. Here he only had his thoughts. He couldn’t even masturbate. Or twiddle his thumbs. At least that’d be something.
Think about Lindsey.
Bronco had no idea how much time had passed since he’d last seen the lovely cop, but his thoughts drifted to her and settled. Lindsey Jarvis with her fine ass and her skilled hands. Damn, that woman knew how to rub one out and he’d let her do it any time she wanted. He closed his eyes and imagined her smooth fingers wrapped around his shaft. His cock thickened with appreciation and his balls tightened against the base.
He could almost feel her lips slide over the head and her tongue press into the divot below the glans. Oh, yeah, sweetheart. Suck it. Slick heat enveloped him as the cool silk of her hair trailed along his thighs. Pressure increased, building his arousal as her head bobbed up and down his length in his mind’s eye.
In his head, he moaned as the soft wet sounds of her lips on his shaft reached his ears. The dark cell fell away and he imagined himself lying on a California beach with Lindsey’s sun-soaked hair over his lap. His cock flexed and his orgasm burned in his balls as the waves hissed on the shore and the sea birds cried overhead.
Lindsey’s silken fingers brushed the hairs at his groin and John raced for the pinnacle of his release, his heart thundering for the finish. Only the sound of the bolts turning in the door and the squeak of the hinges blew apart his fantasy and he jerked his eyes open. His cock flexed in protest and his breath sawed in his chest as the door swung inward. Fuck, talk about lousy timing.
To his surprise, the subject of his fantasy appeared and offered him a sweet smile, her gaze zeroing in on his stiff shaft. Lindsey licked her lips and some of John’s earlier arousal returned. If he could’ve wiggled like a happy puppy, his body would’ve shimmied in its restraints.
“What have we here?” Lindsey’s sultry voice stroked him better than he’d imagined her mouth, and his cock flexed again. “Have you been pleasuring yourself without me, John?”
How the hell did he answer that one? Yes, he’d used his own mind for pleasure, but in his mind it had been her mouth, her fingers. He moaned his frustration and blinked in surprise as the sound became reality. Holy shit, are the drugs wearing off?
She approached his bench and her expression showed surprise. “You certainly have worked yourself into a lather. Would you like me to help finish you off?”
Does it snow in Minnesota? He blinked twice, groaning at the back of his throat.
She chuckled and leaned over him, the scent of cherry blossoms filling his nose. She smells like Lady Aislynn. Is that her shampoo? The fragrance came from every part of her body and he inhaled with delight as she settled against his side.
“Very well, since you’ve been such a good boy and waited for me so patiently, I’ll give you what you need.”
Bronco’s cock flexed as the tail of her hair draped over her shoulder and brushed his hip. Damn, not as sexy as a full curtain, but still smooth and cool. She’d recently showered and the wet fringes tickled his hot skin. He enjoyed the sensations until her hot mouth wrapped around his shaft and he lost coherence.
The reality of her mouth far outmatched his feeble imagination and John sank into the sweet erotic pleasure. Lindsey moaned a little as she licked around his head, tickling the edge of the glans with the tip of her tongue. His cock flexed and his balls tightened just as they had in his fantasy. Lindsey must have read the script because her hand slid down between his thighs and stroked the sensitive flesh of his sac. His scrotum tightened and his arousal swamped him, threatening to explode.
Oh, God, yes. Suck me hard, Lindsey.
She hummed around his cock and swallowed as if she’d heard his request. The vibration against his shaft tripped his triggers and his orgasm tore through him, shooting stars across his vision. Hot shots of cum erupted from his cock and she swallowed them all, stimulating the head more than he thought possible.
John shuddered with the pleasure, wondering how he’d gotten so damn lucky. Lucky to meet Lindsey Jarvis, and unlucky to be unable to move or reciprocate. SEALs were all about getting the job done and done well, but he could only lay there and take what she gave him. He hated his inability to pleasure such a sexy, sultry woman.
“Mmm-mmm, I’ve said it before, but you’re tasty, John.” She licked her lips and Bronco wanted to wiggle like a puppy again. What was so damn sexy about a woman enjoying his cum? “I know you came, but did you enjoy it?”
He blinked twice and moaned, the sound actually reaching her ears. They both paused and hope filled Lindsey’s expression.
“I heard you this time. Do you think the drugs are wearing off?”
He blinked twice again. At least he hoped that’s what it meant. If he could regain the use of his limbs, they could get out of this nightmare in a heartbeat.
Lindsey opened her mouth to say more when the door to the cell opened again and a technician wheeled in a small cart holding medical paraphernalia. Aw fuck, here it comes. Right on time. Lindsey’s expression shuttered and her fists clenched briefly before her stoic mask slid into place.
“Oh, excuse me, ma’am. I didn’t realize you were attending your product.” The younger man looked nervous.
Fuck, I’m not even human anymore.
“Yes, well, he’s mine to enjoy anytime and anywhere, isn’t he?” Damn, her voice could crack like a whip when she wanted.
“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.” The tech ducked his head. “I just need to administer his dosage to keep him functioning as he ought.” He busied himself with the syringes on the cart, studiously ignoring Lindsey’s piercing gaze.
“I’m curious. How much ketamine do you give them and how often?”
The tech’s shoulders tightened. “It really depends on the size of the product, ma’am. But average is about thirty milliliters every two hours.”
“And for my toy?”
“This one takes forty-two, ma’am.”
Holy shit, forty-two milliliters of drugs went into his system every couple of hours. That’d be enough to sedate a draft horse for at least an hour. What the hell was it doing to his internal o
rgans?
“Forty-two milliliters every two hours? Won’t that harm his internal organs?”
“It can, ma’am, over a prolonged time period.” The tech’s shoulders tightened even more as he reached for John’s arm. “But Madame LeBeau made it clear these products have a limited shelf life, didn’t she? They don’t last forever.”
The jab of the syringe reminded John he still had a body, but he could do nothing to fight and that just pissed him off more. They fucking poisoned him and he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it. Lindsey wore an expression of cold disdain, but anger burned in her eyes.
“Indeed, she did, but that’s no reason to mistreat them.” She raised her chin. “I require you to decrease the dosage on my toy to thirty milliliters from now on.”
“Ma’am, I can’t—”
“Don’t hand me excuses, mister. I paid for my toy and I want to use him as I see fit.” Her voice brooked no argument. “You will decrease the dosage to my specifications for the usage of my product. Is that clear?”
“But he could regain some of his strength, ma’am.”
“You have him secured. The straps are rated for dangerous mental patients, are they not?” When the tech nodded, she added, “There, now, we’ll be fine. Only thirty milliliters from now on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The tech gathered up his equipment and cart as he prepared to leave.
“Don’t try to weasel out of it, young man. I’ve had enough chemistry to know how to read a syringe.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Thank you. I’d like to keep my toy for as long as I can.” She stroked John’s arm possessively as the tech dipped his head. He wheeled his cart out of the cell, beating a hasty retreat. She waited until he’d closed the door before whispering to John. “I know it wasn’t much, but hopefully the decrease in ketamine will mean quicker recovery.”
Bronco wished he could tell her he understood, but any noises he’d made while she pleasured him had fallen before the new tide of drugs they’d shot into his system. Frustration raged in his chest, but his body showed nothing, and it only spurred his anger.
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