Fire (A Special Agent Novel Book 4)

by C. P. Mandara

  “Fuck off, Lois.” James is playing hardball, but that is no surprise. His eyes are still closed, but that won’t stop me from painting a picture of my own inside his head. If he isn’t going to play nicely, he’ll get the running commentary.

  “My fingers are reaching up the insides of my legs, James. They’re searching for my pussy. It’s so hungry for your cock, I swear you’re going to drown in there.” My eyes devour his face for a reaction, but somehow, he keeps himself expressionless. I know he’s listening, though.

  “I’m now parting my lips, James, and opening myself up wide. Do you want to know what you do to me?” The silence is deafening, but I don’t care. It’s quite soothing to listen to the sound of your own voice. “You set me on fire, James. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I know yours is, too. By the time I’m finished with you, you will have had the mother of all workouts - and don’t think I’ll take it easy on you, just because you’ve had a rough week. This is all we get, James. One night. Hate me all you like later, James, but for fuck’s sake, try to enjoy this.” It’s a lot to ask, but I want him with me. Doing this all on my own will be hard.

  “That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” he roars, and his voice is so loud, I nearly jump off the bed. “I would never do anything that might hurt you, Lois, so stop this ridiculous nonsense.” He’s now eyeballing me, and he is furious. Swallowing tightly, I look away. I can’t let his words affect me. Now that his eyes are on me, I feel ridiculously self-conscious, but I need to get past it.

  Holding my index finger up to his line of vision, I say, “One finger is slipping inside me now, James.” I let out a breathy little shudder as my thighs clamp around his legs. He immediately diverts his eyes, but not before he’s seen what I’m doing. James is nowhere near as immune to me as he pretends to be. “Two fingers now, James, and I’m still not full. Do you think you can fill me up? I’ve wondered for quite some time now. Will I struggle to take this beast inside me?” My free hand reaches down to caress his straining flesh, which almost jumps into my hand, and he tilts his face away from me. It’s clear he’s made his decision. I’m on my own.

  “Three fingers feel so deliciously naughty. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time. Does that make sense? It does to me.” My fingers are pumping rhythmically in and out of my pussy, and I’m lost in sensation. “All I need to do is take my other hand and place my fingers on my clit. It’s so swollen, James. I can’t wait to grind myself into your body and milk that cock dry. Will you cry out for me, or will you keep yourself locked in that head of yours?” My fingers twirl around my clit, in neat little circles that almost leave me gasping. If I was aroused before I entered the room, now I’m melting, and the heatwave is intense. Never in my wildest dreams have I imagined I’d get to tie James down and have my wicked way with him. Although the circumstances aren’t ideal, and my emotions are a wreck, my body is embracing this like a red-blooded woman. It can’t wait to grind itself into James’s groin, and start bouncing up and down.

  “Oh God,” I whimper. “Oh God, Oh God.” I’m getting close. When I open my eyes again, trying to wake myself up from my wanton desires, it’s to find James’s eyes on my body again. Withdrawing my fingers from my sex, I smile.

  “Want to taste me?” His eyes shutter closed again, which is perfect because it allows me to smear my essence around his lips before he has a chance to bite me. His eyelids snap open, as if he can’t believe what I’d done.

  “Get off me. Tell Alain he can kill me now. We’re not going through with this, Lois. I won’t play his games anymore. That bastard will not manipulate and control me. Not now, not…”

  He doesn’t get the last word out because my mouth has swept down over his cock. One long, lunge, forcing him down the back of my throat, and I have rendered him speechless. All of his protests are forgotten for a moment as he tries to process what has just happened. I don’t give him time to think, though. My mouth immediately begins to move in long, sure strokes. Each one has him crashing into me, stretching my lips until I’m full to bursting, and testing my gag reflex to the limit. Sucking as tightly as my throat will allow, I force the man to feel something because there is no way he is getting out of this unscathed. He will feel the heat inside me, and he will burn along with me - one way or another.

  “Goddam it, Lois, stop!” There is the sound of rattling chains again, and his body shudders beneath me, but I don’t obey orders. I’m going to take it almost to the point of orgasm, and then watch him come down, like he’s done to me so many times before. Will he like having a taste of his own medicine? I suspect not. There is a certain buzz to being the one in charge and I’m getting a taste for it.

  When he starts moaning, I know I have him. My big, tough guy is about to come crashing down from his pedestal, and I’m the one who’s kicked it over. Speeding up, I let my tongue smear my saliva around until he’s so slippery I can work him up and down at a ferocious pace. I don’t stop until I feel his body clench beneath me, and then, in an instant I pull away and leave him wanting. Sitting up, I watch his face, and the sight of him is breath-taking. His eyes are immersed in pain, as he tries desperately hard to hold himself back, while his wrists now sport little red circles where the handcuffs have chafed against his flesh. Those marks will remind him of me for a good week or so.

  “Beg me,” I whisper, my eyes boring holes in his. I know he won’t, but I will enjoy playing this game. There is only so much torment the body can stand, but James has had more experience with that than most. If the tables were reversed, I wonder how long I would last, but I’m not overly optimistic. Where James is concerned, I would make no promises.

  “Fuck you,” he snaps, giving me the most vicious glare he can muster. It just makes me want to tease him all the more. I want to watch him lose it. I need to see him shatter. It will give me a feeling of power over him, and while it will be fleeting, I would get the chance to experience it at least once.

  “Yes, fuck me. Let’s go again, shall we?” My tone is light and teasing as I lower my mouth over him once more. Putting my fist around the base of his shaft, I make twisting motions with my hand while my lips make love to the first three inches of his cock. This time I have him right where I want him in less than two minutes.

  We play that game over and over until he is gasping for breath. Even then, I don’t let up. We have lots of time on our hands and I want him to remember this experience. Hands, lips, teeth, and tongue - I use every trick in the book to keep him hanging on the edge of orgasm. I won’t stop until he loses it - and I’ll know when that happens.

  “Again?” This time when I ask, I position my pussy over the tip of his cock and bounce up and down on him lightly, only letting an inch of him glide inside me before I rear up again. I do this in slow increments, waiting until he is nearly ready to come, before stopping abruptly and waiting for the moment to pass. By now his face is creased up into lines of torment and strain, as he fights to deny me what I want. The only trouble with that is - he wants it, too. It’s hard to resist something you’ve been dreaming about forever, and I know he wants me. The attraction between us isn’t one-sided and right now it’s sending us up in flames.

  “Beg me.” It’s another sultry whisper. Again, I know he won’t, but I want to hear the sound of his voice.

  “Never. I will not be responsible for your death, Lois. This is on you.” His eyes are drowning in torment, which is much better than the cold, lifeless look he usually wears.

  I nod. “So be it.” Slamming up and down on James’s cock for the final time, I watch him fight me every inch to the impending finish.

  “Don’t do this, Lois. There is no going back,” he screams as I clamp my pussy around him, and desperately grind my clit into his crotch. His wrists are now bleeding as he fights the restraints that hold him - but he’s right - there is no going back. I’m too far gone. Screaming out my orgasm, I feel myself spasming around his girth over and over. It doesn’t slow me d
own. Spearing my body onto his cock, it takes another two minutes of leg-shuddering and mind-bending effort before he finally gives into me. He has no choice. I won’t stop until I get what I want, and if the roles were reversed, he’d have done the same thing and not lost a moment’s sleep over it.

  Pumping into me, screaming in frustration, when he eventually goes still on the bed, I can’t bear to look at him. I know he will despise me for what I’ve done, and I can’t face that yet. Lifting myself up off him, I grab my robe and bang loudly on the hotel room door.

  “Get me out of here,” I yell to whoever is listening. Get me out of here, before I burst into tears and do something stupid. The words ‘I love you’ are on my lips, and they need to be buried somewhere so deep, they’ll never see the light of day again.

  Chapter Twelve - James

  Alain left me chained to the bed for a further six hours before he sent someone to release me. At first, I raged against the world and everyone in it. I pulled on the damn handcuffs so hard, I could feel my blood dribbling down my arms, but that didn’t stop me. I was trapped in my own head, and the only thing I had to look forward to was insanity. I had never been so close to breaking down and losing it. The only reason I hadn’t done something stupid was because my arms and legs were still tied up.

  All I could think about was Lois. Why had she done this? She’d come at me with all guns blazing and I hadn’t suspected a thing. What hold did Alain have over her? What was happening here? All these questions remained unanswered as images of Lois’s mouth on my cock circled around my head. The damn woman wouldn’t leave me alone - she was even haunting my dreams. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw were her hips and tits banging up and down as she rode me, or her soft lips licking a slow path down my abs, or her fingers between her legs, or her damn mouth on my cock. See what I mean?

  If it had been any other woman in the universe, I might have stood a fighting chance - but not Lois. I’d wanted her for far too long. Knowing that I couldn’t have her just made the longing worse. Oral sex scratched the surface, but it was nothing compared to a warm body sheathing my cock in slippery, slick heat, and I could have come within seconds of her riding me. I had no idea how I’d managed to hold on as long as I did, but I figured I’d get through to her, eventually. How wrong was I? The woman would not listen to reason, and she’d played straight into the bastard’s hands. There was no going home for either of us now. Once again, we were on his payroll, and the nightmare was just beginning.

  “Someone fucking untie me,” I screamed for the hundredth time, trying my best to dislocate my arms as I fought the restraints that held me. When I got out of these things, I swear I was going to wrap my hands around Lois’s neck and squeeze the life out of her. Liar. As much as I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to do it. At the moment I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about her, but I didn’t think I’d be able to kill her. She’d woken up a part of me that had been dead for years and it made me realise there was still somebody left in the shell of muscle, sinew, and skin that encased my body. It had been a long time since I’d let anyone that close to me - and for good reason.

  “Untie me or I swear to fucking God I will wrench this headboard out of the floor and fling it across the room.” I meant it, too. I’d already worked the thing loose and it would only be a matter of time before I ripped it up from the floorboards. The anger that was spreading through me was insidious and dangerous, and I wouldn’t be any fun to be around for quite some time. Adrenaline was tearing through my body, as if someone had unleashed a tornado inside me, and my system was on overload.

  Preparing to scream again, and again, until someone finally took pity on me, I had the shock of my life when the door finally opened, and Adie walked in. He had a pair of jeans on, and nothing else, but at least he was up and about, which meant he was on the mend.

  He grinned at me, the fucking bastard. “Go on then. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Rubbing his hands together in mock anticipation, he stood his ground and waited.

  I assumed he meant he wanted to watch the headboard flying through the air, but I was in no mood for games. “Get me out of here, now,” I growled, although my voice had dropped a decibel or two.

  “And here I thought you’d be in a better mood, seeing as you got laid last night,” Adie remarked.

  “Don’t you dare say another word. I’m so mad I could take your head off at the moment.” I meant it, too.

  “How are you intending to do that with your hands and legs tied?” Adie was trying his best not to laugh - and I was providing him with plenty of ammunition.

  “Trust me, I’ll find a way,” I threatened.

  Making his way over to the bed, he then sat down on the mattress beside me. Wrinkling his nose, he grimaced. “God James, you stink.”

  “And you look like shit,” I replied. “Are we done with the pleasantries?” Adie looked pale and drawn. He hadn’t eaten much over the past few days, either, and he'd been unconscious for a lot of them. If I thought I’d been through hell, I had nothing on that poor bastard.

  “Didn’t know you cared, James.” He winked at me. “Why is it that we’ve never slept together?”

  “Please tell me you have a key for these cuffs, Adie, else I’ll make a point of fucking you over, and I guarantee you won’t enjoy it,” I said darkly.

  “It’s not the same thing, James, but it sounds kinky, so maybe we can discuss it in more detail later.” Adie held up a key in his hands and waggled it in front of me. It was clear he was enjoying himself at my expense, but if he dragged this out much longer, my fist was going to smash through his face as soon as I was free of these damn restraints.

  “Adie!” I hissed. “Get me out of these things.” Pulling against the chains until my head came as close as it could towards him, I gave him my best glare. I was losing patience, and he knew it.

  “Calm down, James. I’m about to. I just need you to promise me something first.” He tapped his fingers against the mattress and gave me a look.

  “I’m not going to hit you, tempting though it might be. I promise. Just untie me before I decide otherwise.” I smiled tightly. Adie was dragging this out for all he was worth but my sense of humour had vanished a long time ago.

  “No, that’s not it, although I’d obviously prefer it if you didn’t lump me. I’m having enough problems with the pain meds as it is.” Adie rolled his eyes. “Right, where were we. Ah yes, I need you to promise me you won’t kill Lois. No matter what happens, I want your word on the matter.”

  “Fuck off.” It didn’t matter that I’d already decided I wasn’t going to kill her, the principle of the matter was that I had the right to after what had happened, and I was damned if I would give him my word.

  “Okay then. Have a nice life.” Adie then stretched his arms out in front of him, and rose up off the bed, striding towards the door. He stopped when he reached the handle and turned towards me. “When you change your mind, just yell. I’ve noticed you’re quite good at it.” He then opened the door and walked straight through it, letting it slam in his wake.

  “Adie you fucking bastard. Come back here now,” I screamed.

  I screamed a lot more things over the next three hours, but finally, when most of my anger and energy had left me, I gave in. There was nothing to be achieved by rotting here in this bed, and I wanted to know what had happened to Lois. As I didn’t want to kill the woman, making the promise was a moot point.

  “I promise not to kill Lois,” I yelled with the last vestiges of my energy. “You have my word.” My voice cracked on the last sentence, and my throat was so dry, it hurt to swallow. It was my own fault. I could be extremely stubborn and pig-headed when it suited me, and today was one of those days.

  Thankfully, Adie heard me the first time and didn’t make me wait. In less than a minute, he strolled through the door, carrying a bottle of water and a key.

  “Water first, or restraints?” There were no jokes this time. He knew I was in a dark place and
that I would need help to crawl out of it.

  “Restraints, then water,” I whispered. He nodded. It took him less than twenty seconds to get the handcuffs unlocked, and when he’d finished, he held the bottle of water up to my lips so I could drink. I was absurdly grateful. By now my hands were so numb I could barely move them. It would take a while for the circulation to come back.

  After Adie had let me drink half a litre of water, he stopped and looked at me. “Had enough?” I nodded. I’d drink more in a minute, but I’d need to take it slowly. He then went to work on my legs, which took considerably longer because I’d tightened the knots with all my struggling. Picking them out one by one, he shook his head.

  “She did quite a number on you, James. I’m surprised she managed to get away with it.” Adie shook his head and whistled.

  “Didn’t see it coming. I’m guessing Alain got to her and threatened her with something.”

  Adie nodded. “He picked on the weakest link. He knew neither of us would cave. Do you hate her for it?” Pulling one length of nylon rope free, he bent my knee backwards, so my foot was resting on the mattress. My thighs thanked him because they felt like they were on fire.

  “I’m not sure. Do you?” My feelings were still very raw where Lois was concerned, and I didn’t want to examine them just yet. All I wanted to do now was get my head back to some semblance of normality, and I knew that wouldn’t be easy.

  “No. She saved my life. What she did for me was totally different. You have every right to hate her. However, she put her own life at risk to screw you over - pun intended. Either she’s working with Alain, or he’s got to her. Which one is it?”

  “She’s not working for him. I’d know.” My face was set in a straight line. There is no way Lois is working for the enemy.

  Adie doesn’t look convinced. “She’s not going to wear a sign around her neck that says I work for a psychopath. That’s not how it works. She could be a plant.”