Red Light Specialists

by Mandy M. Roth

Waylon shrugged as though this was a common everyday occurrence. “I’ve always been able to do it.” He reached up and touched the cord around her wrist. When he ran his fingers over skin, she winced slightly. The skin there was raw but she didn’t want him to see her pain anymore than he already had. “I caused this.”

  She bit back a “well obviously” and averted her gaze. Of course he’d caused it. She hadn’t tied herself to the bed. Though she’d be more than willing to if it meant he would finally be inside her, fucking her the way she longed to be fucked.

  Sighing, Waylon took hold of her wrist. He kissed it gently and heat poured through it. The cord gave way. Normally, she would have seized that moment to strike out and kill whoever was nearest. But hurting Waylon would be like opening her own vein—not an option one took willingly. He leaned over the top of her and his bare chest rubbed over her breasts. Instantly, her nipples hardened to tiny peaks, each desperate for his mouth, his finger, anything he was willing to offer them.

  Waylon froze and she thought he might reconsider untying her. The very sight of his massive upper body spread across her was too much. Part of her wanted to stay there, be his captive as long as it meant she would finally be with him. The rest of her knew she’d never survive being separated from him if she allowed herself to become any more attached to him. Waylon had some sort of power over her.

  Trinity ran her free hand down his side and drew in his manly scent. Moisture pooled between her legs and she bit back a moan. He released her other wrist and held it tight as heat flared through it.

  “There,” he said, pulling back from her. He leaned down, toward her feet, and twisted just enough that his cock showed.

  Seeing his sex before her face, so close that she could almost touch it, was too much. She wanted to taste him. Memorize his scent and know that she caused him pleasure. When he’d ejaculated on her stomach she’d wanted desperately to be able to run her fingers through it, taste it, savor it. But her restraints had kept her from living out that fantasy.

  Trinity couldn’t help herself. She took hold of his cock and tried to bring it to her mouth, but her feet still being bound prevented her from reaching him. Waylon froze under the weight of her touch. She waited for him to yell, to revert back into his hostile exterior, but he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed her ankles and repeated his healing procedure on both.

  Slowly, he slid the gown up her legs and she smiled as she turned into him. The length of his flaccid cock was impressive and Trinity wanted to take the chance to have all of him in her mouth while she still could. When fully erect, Waylon would be too big for her. Licking around the edges of his dark brown curls, Trinity jerked when he moved the gown over her hips and spread her legs wide. Thinking he was about to roll her over onto him, she yelped when he rolled onto her.

  His cock hung right above her face. Waylon’s sac dipped toward her and his masculine scent made her eyelids flutter. Before she knew it, her tongue was on him, caressing his sac tenderly. His soft moan told her that he liked it. Trinity wanted him to more than like it. She wanted him to love it.

  Sucking in slowly, she drew one of his balls into her mouth and wrapped her arms around his thighs. He tasted so good. Too good. No man had done this to her before. Their scents had turned her stomach, made her want to end it all then and there, but Waylon was different. The taste of his manly smelling sac made her ache for more. Could she really take more? What would happen when he was fully erect and in her mouth? Would he suffocate her? A bit panicked, she tried to slide out from under him.

  Waylon laughed softly and kissed around her nether lips. “I won’t hurt you, Trinity. I promise.”

  How had he known she was nervous? His cock began to grow. Not wanting to miss her chance at taking all of him, she twisted her head enough to take his shaft into her mouth. Waylon’s body tensed above her as she continued on. His girth made her have to work a bit harder to get her mouth to accommodate him. When she finally managed to get all of him in her mouth, she arched her neck and sucked on him. He tasted so good.

  Reaching up, she massaged his balls gently, rolling each one around smoothly before pressing against the skin between his anus and sac. Instantly, his cock hardened, lengthening to the point it hit the back of her throat, making her gag reflex kick in.

  Oh gods, I’ll choke to death.

  A manly chuckle came from Waylon as he lifted his hips slightly, calming her fears. She took hold of the base of his cock, using it as added sensation for him as well as a nice stopping point to prevent him from ramming it all the way down her throat. Trinity was happy with her decision when Waylon began to suck on her clit and finger-fuck her. When she began to move her hips, he mirrored her, fucking her mouth slowly at first, then more aggressively as her pending orgasm built.

  His warm tongue delved into her core and he pressed his face against her sex. The feel of Waylon’s mouth on her pussy was so intense that she cried out with his dick still in her mouth more than once. The feel of his hands separating her ass cheeks slowed her pace a bit but the pure pleasure of having him deep in her mouth, fucking her freely, outweighed any questions she had formed.

  Waylon’s fingers moved dangerously close to her anus. Slowly, she felt him rim her and he flicked his tongue over her clit. Many screams of need and want dissolved over his cock as she thrashed beneath him. Every muscle tightened and she surrendered to Waylon in that moment, knowing that leaving him would be the hardest thing she would ever have to do.

  Moaning beneath him, Trinity bucked as her legs tightened and toes curled. The movement caused her to take more of Waylon’s cock than she thought she could handle and he hit the back of her throat once more. Surprisingly, she didn’t gag this time. No. This time she hummed in pleasure against his rock-hard shaft while her climax struck.

  Waylon pumped harder, fucking her mouth as other men had her pussy. He stiffened and began to pull back off her. Trinity grabbed his ass and held his hips to her as best she could. Her attempt was good enough—Waylon’s balls pulled up and his cock pulsated as he shot come down her throat. Each salty wave of it slid into her mouth and made her hungry for more.

  Waylon rubbed her clit and brought on another orgasm. He continued to stimulate her swollen bud and the pleasure was almost unbearable. She wanted to plead with him to stop but she didn’t want to miss a minute of sucking him.

  Trinity, are you there? Trinity?

  The sound of Simon’s panic-stricken voice in her head made her pause.

  Answering him was impossible with Waylon’s dick still in her mouth so she merely grunted.

  Trinity, is that you?

  She grunted again.

  Trinity…can…you…Tri…

  The receiver embedded behind her ear ceased to pick up any additional signals from Simon. Waylon pulled off the top of her slowly, taking his glistening dick with him. Trinity licked it once more for good measure just before it was out of reach.

  Waylon slid onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

  What the hell did I just do?

  He knew the answer to that. He’d just started the mating process with Trinity. A woman who, up until he’d overheard her trying to communicate with “Simon” again, he’d suspected of being a prostitute and an assassin. She never actually denied she was either. He’d not heard the entire communication, only part of it. Was she a hooker? Did Simon hire her to come to him? If so, why? It wasn’t like she couldn’t still be that but she didn’t feel like a threat—at least not to him.

  Having learned to rely on his senses centuries ago, Waylon listened to them. They were picking up that while Trinity did harbor a darkness in her, she wasn’t there to hurt him. If anything, she seemed to radiate a different type of feeling for him altogether. One he wasn’t willing to explore further just yet.

  Upset with himself for giving in to his primal urge to mate with Trinity, Waylon covered his face with his arm and groaned. He felt Trinity moving on the bed.

  “Aren’t you afraid that I�
�ll try to kill you?” she asked, her voice every bit as sexy as he remembered it.

  The tiny bit of anger he sensed in it tore at his insides. He owed her an explanation. He owed her something. “No.”

  “That’s all you have to offer?”

  “Yes.”

  That’s all I can offer, baby.

  She huffed and moved off the bed. “Well, it is every day that men tie me up, have their way with me, all the while accusing me of trying to assassinate them. I guess I should be used to it by now.”

  The pain in her voice was evident but Waylon didn’t comment on it. He couldn’t. He’d let things go too far between them as it was. He should have fucked the blonde girl Rupert first sent. At least then he wouldn’t have accidentally begun the mating process with her.

  Accidentally? Who am I kidding? I wanted to leave my dick in her and claim her with my come. I also wanted to sink my teeth into her flesh and mark her as mine.

  Disgusted that he’d let the beast within him control his actions after spending so long remaining in control of it, he rolled off the bed and stalked toward the door. Waylon stopped long enough to glance back at Trinity. She looked so beautiful in the nightgown he’d dressed her in after bathing her. Her long hair was a bit tousled and that only added to her appeal. Her cheeks were flushed and her green eyes were hard. Hurt. Anger. Pain. All her emotions washed over him, forcing him to look away to avoid rushing to her.

  “Do you want to leave now? I understand if you do.”

  When she didn’t respond, he chanced another look at her. Her eyes were slightly red and glistening. Unshed tears filled them and if she dared let one fall, he knew he’d never hold himself back from going to her. And distance was what was needed. His powers of empathy told him this feeling of vulnerability was foreign to her, or at least not something she felt on a regular basis. How had he managed to strip a woman who had acted so fiercely in battle down to the shell before him?

  Because she cares for you.

  He fought back against the feelings he’d picked up from Trinity. Exploring his feelings for her would never lead to anything productive so he buried them deep. The warrior in him, while rusty from nonuse, was still there, still preventing him from being able to properly express his emotions or to trust what had been laid before him.

  “Do you want to stay or go? The question is a simple one.”

  One lone tear fell down her soft cheek. She wasn’t a crier. No. Her rough exterior wouldn’t allow for it, just as his didn’t. Instantly, Waylon found himself moving with inhuman speed across the bedroom. He wondered if she would try to attack him or perceive him as a threat to her. She didn’t. Trinity merely stood her ground as her lip trembled.

  Lifting her in his arms, Waylon pulled her close to his body. Trinity tried to push against him and he sensed her embarrassment.

  “I want to go,” she said softly. “I never wanted to be here to begin with.”

  Waylon would have been stunned by her words, but he could sense the lies in them. She wanted to stay with him as much as he wanted her to. Walking their bodies back toward the bed, he laid her down on it gently. The sheer fabric of her gown did little to hide her pebble-hard nipples. He pressed his body to hers and knew that he’d take her now—he’d sample her flesh and never be satisfied with another again. It no longer mattered. All that mattered was sinking his cock deep within her womb and filling it with seed.

  He growled as he tasted her sweet lips. “Mmm, you are so wrong for me, yet I want you so much.”

  Trinity answered him with a kiss of her own. It was so full of emotion that Waylon’s dick stood at full attention and he was positive he could fuck her straight through the sheer gown if need be. Taking it off seemed like a waste of time. But he eased it up her body anyway. She spread her legs wide and pulled at the back of his head.

  “Take me, Waylon.”

  “I’ll not only take you, I’ll fuck you unconscious, baby.”

  The glint in her eyes told him how much Trinity would enjoy it and he couldn’t wait any longer. Running his hand down her body, he found her core. She was still wet from him eating her out. Trinity, as tight as she was, wouldn’t be able to accommodate his size in one hard thrust. He knew it would take some working but he was a patient man—at least he’d been prior to meeting her. His fingers trembled as he took hold of his shaft. Positioning the mushroom-shaped head of it with her vagina, he stared into her eyes.

  “Fuck me, Waylon. Oh gods, please.”

  He had every intent of taking it slow with her, easing her open, but hearing her beg him to fuck her sent him spiraling into a sea of lust, need, passion. Waylon plowed his cock into her and she screamed out below him. For a moment he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. The walls of her pussy fisted his shaft, seeming to pull it in more. Already he could tell he’d run out of room but he was happy. His balls were buried to the hilt and he couldn’t ask for more. Didn’t have to.

  No. Trinity’s tight, wet cunt could leave a man in a state of nirvana and it probably had. Quickly, he thrust the doubts he had about her out of his head and concentrated on controlling his rhythm.

  “Ahh,” Trinity purred as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The feel of Waylon’s impressive dick in her was too much. Pain radiated from her cunt and she wiggled under him to free herself. All she succeeded in doing was rubbing her clit against his toned body. The added stimulation mixed with his long sweeping strokes quickly replaced the pain with pleasure.

  Tingles moved down her legs. She was on the edge of culmination and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Drowning in Waylon’s thrusts and kisses, Trinity felt her shields crumble around her. She was in love and there was no way out.

  “You feel so good, Trinity. So tight.” Waylon kissed her neck softly, continuing to pump his cock in and out of her. “I’m so close, baby. So close to filling you full of my seed. I’m going to ram my dick in you so hard and far that you’ll accept every fucking ounce of it.”

  Hearing his promise of filling her, Trinity gave in to the pending orgasm. It ripped through her, eliciting tiny animal sounds from her along the way. Waylon shifted his hips a bit, hitting her sweet spot and sending body-racking tremors through her. She grabbed the sheets, clawing at them in an attempt to ground herself.

  Waylon stiffened above her. His face went slack. Complete abandonment crossed his features as he impaled her one last time with his cock. He held it to her tight and she felt his come shooting out of him in searing hot spurts. Quickly, his eyes shifted to blue and he closed them tightly.

  “Ahh…take every last drop, baby, every last drop,” he whispered as he laid his body fully on hers.

  Trinity stroked his back and kissed his shoulder. He shuddered and more come shot into her. Expecting Waylon’s cock to go flaccid, she was surprised when it hardened within her, filling her with more of his seed. “Waylon?”

  He chuckled into the bed before kissing her ear softly. “You’re not the only one with secrets, sweetheart.”

  She squirmed beneath him, well aware that her body couldn’t handle anymore from him. If luck was on her side, she’d be able to walk tomorrow. As luck had never really paid her any heed, she was sure she’d have to crawl.

  Waylon withdrew from her, making a wet sucking sound as he went. Seizing hold of her waist, he flipped her over onto her stomach fast. She grimaced as his fingers moved into the crevice of her ass.

  “Has a client ever taken you here?” he asked, rimming her anus.

  “No…I’m not…” The sentence caught in her throat as Waylon inserted his finger into her tight portal. It popped, sending blinding pain throughout her. Still he pressed on. Another pop happened and Trinity did the only thing she could think to do, she screamed out.

  Instantly, she felt the warm wet presence of something on her ass. Glancing back, she saw that Waylon’s face was pressed against her buttocks. He licked the line between her cheeks and nibbled playfully at her flesh, allowing her to relax a bit mo
re while he worked his finger in and out of her. “I want to fuck your ass, honey. Every time I look at you, I want to mount you, take your ass and fuck it until you beg me to stop.”

  Trinity’s eyes widened. His finger had hurt bad enough, having a dick the size of Waylon’s crammed up her ass would split her in two, rip her wide open. “No…no more.”

  Twisting slightly, she tried to get to her hands and knees. Her clit rubbed against the bed and her body betrayed her. Her nipples went hard as her pussy moistened.

  Waylon chuckled and lifted her up a bit. “I can smell how aroused you are, Trinity. You want me to stick my cock in you again, don’t you?”

  Shaking her head no should have been easy. It wasn’t. All she could do was whimper as he inserted another finger into her ass and pressed his dick against her vagina.

  “That’s right, baby. First I’m going to get my dick good and wet. And then I’m going to ram it in this gorgeous ass.”

  The air around her shifted and she felt power rolling off him. Like Simon, he made the hairs on her arm stand on end and her libido go into overdrive. Suddenly, the idea of having Waylon’s huge cock spearing her ass didn’t sound so bad.

  Pushing back, she forced her pussy over his shaft and he gasped. The fingers fucking her ass increased in their speed while he began to work his dick in and out of her. The pleasure was more than Trinity could bear and she bucked against him madly, thrusting herself onto him, leaving him no choice but to fuck her hard and fast.

  Strange cries broke free from her throat and Waylon followed with grunts of his own. He pulled out of her fast, leaving her womb feeling empty.

  “No,” she whimpered.

  “I’m not going anywhere but in your ass, honey. Don’t worry, I’ll make you come again.”

  Before she could protest, Waylon pushed his cock into her ass, spreading her to the brink as he went. Thankfully, he eased himself in, seeming to understand the need for her to adjust to his size.

  “Relax, baby, push down and relax.”

  Trinity did as she was instructed and exhaled as her rectum relaxed, allowing Waylon to speed his descent. Reaching around, he tweaked her clit as he fully sheathed his dick within her. Drawing in air was difficult with her engorged clit being stroked and her ass being filled but somehow she managed.