Resistance

by Jan Springer

  He’d heard of this happening to a few of the other torturers, but he’d never expected it to happen to him.

  She cut efficiently into his flesh, so fucking slowly every excruciating slice brought extreme pain shooting through him. She carved lower with every strike. His body jerked with awareness and he strained against the binds. The same binds he’d used on her when he’d first started torturing her.

  “I want you, Cade.” The Saudi’s voice swept through the fog of pain. “I want you to make love to me while I carve into your flesh.”

  She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, squeezed and twisted his shaft until he was panting with pleasure. But with her other hand, she kept cutting.

  Ice-cold sweat drenched his body. Ran in rivulets off his face. He was inside a fire and an iceberg at the same time. Burning. Freezing. Dying.

  Pain ripped his body apart, shredded his mind, and when she cut into the base of his cock, she shattered the pleasure she’d created.

  Oh shit! Not there. Not there! Fucking bitch!

  She giggled as she sliced into him. Her laughter was a crazy cackle he would remember for as long as he lived. That is, if she let him live.

  She lifted the blade and, for a moment, relief whipped through him. It was short-lived as she lowered the blood-soaked blade yet again.

  Bitch! If he hadn’t been bound, he might have killed her right then and there. Anything to stop the anguish of betrayal and the bite of searing pain as she cut into him again.

  And again.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  Cade jerked awake, his body drenched in cold sweat and his heart slamming against his chest with explosive speed.

  He ached. Boy, did he ever ache. Especially the right side of his chest and his shoulder. Fiery pain throbbed as if someone was knifing him over and over again.

  He groaned.

  Panic pummeled him at the soft rustle of clothing from somewhere nearby. For a split second, he believed he was back in that cell. Was she coming back to slice into him again? A woman hovered into view. A woman with flaming-red hair.

  Reena?

  He blinked in confusion as he recalled capturing Reena, Blade showing up and then Reena escaping.

  Concern for her safety snapped through him like a live wire.

  “Are they all dead?” he managed to croak.

  The concern knitting her perfect eyebrows vanished and relief etched her eyes. She nodded. “I think so. I didn’t hang around long enough to find out, but I think so.”

  “Are you okay?” His voice grew a bit stronger.

  She smiled and his gut did the most fantastic flip and he knew she would be okay.

  “Blade?” he asked with hesitation. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the news that Blade hadn’t made it out alive.

  She barked a short burst of laughter, her eyes twinkling with happiness. “I don’t know about you two guys. I got the feeling you wouldn’t have had a problem killing each other, yet your concern for each other is killing me. I take it you two have a history?”

  Cade couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the memory of him, Blade and his brother Colter making love to Ashley the sex slave. Colter had fallen in “love at first sight” with her during the Terrorist Wars. Thinking of Ashley made him think about how long it had been since he’d had sex with a woman.

  Too. Damn. Long.

  Had he died of his injuries, he would have died without making love to Reena. Yeah, he was crazy for thinking this way about a woman he barely knew.

  Curiosity washed over her pretty face, yet a little tinge of pink crept into her cheeks.

  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, her voice a soft ribbon of caresses, melting over his senses.

  Cade closed his eyes. Damned if he was going to share the memory of having sex with another woman while entertaining the thought of doing the same with this one. Reena was different than most women he’d known. He liked her defiance. Loved the fact that she’d saved his life and it seemed, based on her comment about Blade’s concern for him, she’d saved Blade’s life too. She was too caring for her own good.

  “Can you sip some more of this tea for me? It’s medicine. It’ll help with the fever.”

  She smiled again and his insides twisted in a really nice way. He’d do anything for her. He would have told her as much, but weariness threatened to pull him into sleep land. She pressed a spoon to his lips and he opened his mouth, accepting the foul stench of her tea. To his surprise, a sweet, warm liquid splashed over his taste buds. He was thirsty and eagerly accepted more spoonfuls. His eyelids grew heavier with every sip and finally, he closed his eyes. If he died, she would be the last thing he remembered. For now, that’s all that mattered.

  * * * * *

  Red sat on the edge of Cade’s bed, spooning something into his mouth while talking to him in low whispers. At one point, she laughed. It was music to Blade’s ears and instantly reminded him of another woman he’d once known…

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  “Excuse me?” Will couldn’t believe what SKULL Chief and Commander Bev White had just said. The US Government had recruited him for some top-secret special ops program? Him? A gynecologist? Were they fucking insane?

  The woman didn’t look like a chief, a commander or a soldier when she’d entered the tent he’d been instructed to wait in just outside what the US Army called Soul City, Afghanistan. Well yeah, she’d flashed him an authentic-looking ID badge and she wore green fatigues and black combat boots, but she was a hot chick with cropped spiky blonde hair and melt-me dark-chocolate-brown eyes. Yet she told him he would be trained for some newly formed assassination team called SKULL and she was his new boss?

  Uh uh. He didn’t think so.

  “I’m sorry, lady, but I’m a doctor, not an assassin.” He figured his firm refusal would take care of it. She’d send him on his merry way back to the disgusting hospital tent crawling with rats and cockroaches. Then he could continue treating the scores of raped women and girls that streamed in looking for help from his small team of grossly overworked doctors and nurses.

  “Sir,” she stated, a stern smile on her plump pink lips as she rounded the only desk in the tent and sat down.

  He waited for her to continue, but then quickly realized she expected him to address her as “sir”. Fuck her. When he didn’t speak, those luscious lips of hers tightened in annoyance.

  “You’ll address me as ‘sir’, soldier.”

  “I’m not on board…” Bitch, he added silently.

  “You don’t have a choice in the matter. The government says jump and you ask how high. Do I make myself clear?”

  Her confidence spoke volumes. She was in charge whether he liked it or not. He stood with the full intention of leaving.

  “You walk out that door and you’ll spend the rest of the Wars in the brig and your staff won’t get the meds and extra help they need,” she chirped.

  Okay, so the brig meant he couldn’t help anyone and then his people would be effectively screwed. He hadn’t realized he’d stopped walking toward the door until she ordered him to sit down.

  Fuck. He hated the Wars. He hated her.

  He sat down. Her eyes sparkled and a smile curved her lips and, to his shock, her expression warmed his soul. Unfortunately, her smile only lasted a couple of seconds before she returned to her cool, commanding manner.

  “Make a wish list of what your people need. I’ll make sure they get everything.”

  Anger flared through Blade as he read between the lines. He would not be going back to his team. “How will I know they’ll get what I asked for?”

  Her eyes twinkled merrily. She enjoyed teasing him. “You won’t.”

  “Then show me to the brig.” He stood again and, to his astonishment, she did too. He was halfway to the door when she grabbed him by the elbow. The power in her grip amazed him.

  “You walk out that door, soldier, and there is no more mandatory weekly R & R.”

  “I masturba
te quite nicely,” he answered truthfully. “I’ll survive.”

  Her grip on his elbow tightened. He almost yanked his arm free in a sudden burst of anger, but the sweet touch of her silky warm fingers brushing against the nape of his neck gave him pause.

  “You will be having sex with me,” she whispered in a hot, saucy voice that had him swallowing at his dry throat.

  “I want reassurances my staff will be well taken care of,” he demanded.

  Her sultry mint-scented breath caressed the side of his face and almost had him forgetting he should be putting up a hell of a bigger fight.

  “The mandatory R & R starts now, soldier.”

  Oh. Damn.

  “Reassurances, first,” he stipulated and held back a groan as her hand slipped to the front of his neck. He sighed, melting into the softness of her caress.

  In the rapid manner she breathed and the sensual way her eyes sparkled, he knew he’d won. A sharp tug on his shirt sent several buttons flying.

  “As you wish, soldier.” Her voice was breathy. “Just give me the list after we’re finished here. I’ll guarantee you an inspection of your hospital in one week’s time. It should take about that long to get things in order.”

  Blade smiled inwardly. Yes!

  “Condoms,” he stated and turned around to face her.

  She was about one head shorter than him and a whole hell of a lot of feminine. Her gaze was cool and businesslike as she loosened her belt and unzipped her green pants. His cock hardened in anticipation as she slid her pants and underwear over her hips. He cursed softly as he noted her nude pussy, her inner thighs glistening with wetness.

  “You turn me on, soldier,” she whispered.

  Hell, they’d just met and she turned him on…big-time. She hoisted her naked ass onto her desk and unbuttoned her green shirt.

  “Missionary position for me only,” she stated coolly. “No kissing on the mouth. Feel free to go down on me or take my nipples into your mouth. I’ll reciprocate.”

  Her voice was still cool and businesslike, but he detected a cute little tremble.

  “Condoms are right here.” She reached for what he’d assumed was a stone paperweight on the edge of her desk, but when she opened it, he spied several condoms inside.

  “I’ve been told by some of the females you’re bigger than most. I assume the condom size I picked will fit.”

  “I hope you haven’t picked me just for my size, sir.” He stressed the last word sharply as he reached for a package.

  “Don’t flatter yourself, Blade. I’m not the one who picked you. My superiors do their research and apparently it’s who you know that got you into SKULL.”

  He wondered whom he knew.

  This chick was an attractive fuck and he couldn’t wait to pleasure her. He ripped open the package and removed the condom, placing it on the desk within easy reach for when he needed it.

  “So who do I know?” he asked. Damned if he could think of anyone important enough they would want him to assassinate. She shook her head, her gaze firm as she whipped open the edges of her shirt to reveal a nice pair of curvy, tanned breasts.

  His cock twitched and throbbed.

  “Fuck me, soldier,” she whispered softly. Her fingers curled tightly along the edges of the desk as if she were holding on for dear life. Or maybe she just didn’t want to touch him?

  That last thought vanished as the tip of her pink tongue peeked hungrily from between her luscious lips.

  No kissing. Okay, he would deal with her rules…for now. He did have to follow orders.

  Her breaths grew louder as he undid his pants and quickly produced his raging erection. Her eyes widened in surprise as his thigh slipped between her knees and he opened her legs. He let his pants drop to the floor, reached for the condom and sheathed his swollen shaft.

  “Since you’re already wet for me, sir, I’ll skip the foreplay.”

  She hissed as he impaled her in one quick thrust. The warmth of her ultra-tight pussy grabbed hold of his engorged shaft like a vise, making him groan at the wicked pleasure jolting through him.

  Cripes, if someone had told him early this morning he was going to be inducted into some black ops assassin group and taking his boss on her desk within minutes of meeting her, he would’ve said they were crazy.

  He withdrew and thrust into her again, loving the meek little hiss of pleasure she made as he impaled her to the hilt. Her velvety heat snapped around his cock like blades of lightning.

  He withdrew and thrust harder, watching those curled fingers tighten even more over the edge of her desk. Her eyes closed and she whimpered as her vaginal muscles spasmed like crazy around his erection.

  Oh man. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t so much as think as pleasure wrapped around him. He exploded on a gut-wrenching shout and awoke with his body twisting in both pain and pleasure.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  It took him several precious seconds to orient himself. To rip himself free from the cobwebs of the past. For a split second, sadness wrapped around him. Bev was dead now. Blown up in an explosion a few weeks ago. Yeah, he had regrets. He’d never told her he’d grown to care for her.

  Suddenly, a unique pressure wrapped around his cock. The pleasure seemed to be alive, following him out of his dream.

  He blinked in disbelief and through heavy-lidded eyes stared down to find Red sitting on the side of his bed. Her gaze was fixed on his midsection where her hands were wrapped snugly around his swollen erection.

  She lapped at his cock head, the bristle of her tongue sending shivers of ecstasy shooting into his solid shaft.

  He had to be dreaming. He had to be.

  His balls tightened and his cock head disappeared into her mouth.

  Oh yeah. Hot heaven.

  He stifled a groan, knowing instinctively she would stop if she discovered he was awake and watching. She pulled her head back, cutting his cock loose, and then wrapped her luscious mouth around his throbbing flesh again.

  Oh man. Why was she doing this? He’d been sent to kill her yet she’d saved his life and was pleasuring him? He must have done something right in his life to deserve this slice of heaven.

  He lay quietly, damned hard under the circumstances. His teeth clenched as she increased her sucking on his cock. When he swore he couldn’t take the pain of his hardness anymore, she stopped playing with him.

  Foil ripped.

  Condom?

  Oh man.

  Between slitted eyes, he saw her lift off her top and toss it to the ground. Yeah, he remembered how perfectly her breasts had fit into his hands. He ached to palm them and have her silky skin press against his fingers.

  She climbed onto the bed. Climbed onto him.

  Wow! Some magnificent dream!

  No, not a dream. Reality.

  He gritted his teeth to keep from crying out as she impaled herself on him. Her snug vagina clenched his throbbing, overheated flesh, sucking him into her.

  His hands tangled in the sheets beneath the blankets. He kept his eyes scrunched closed while he rode the waves of pleasure her sweet gyrations created. Her tight muscles milked his cock. Magnificent spasms powered around his erection, gripping him so tightly euphoria slammed into him.

  Within seconds, he exploded on a strangled groan. Her body tensed and she climaxed right along with him. Her soft, barely controlled cries whispered through the quiet air. The violence of his orgasm was just as strong as his first time with her—if not stronger.

  All too quickly, the pleasure faded and she climbed off him. The blankets were tucked in and around his naked body as she whispered goodnight. Then she was gone.

  Blade sighed with immense frustration as his wounds began to throb. Damn her. Why was she reminding him of how great sex could be between them? Why hadn’t he just reached out, grabbed her by the waist, rolled them over and started taking her again? But he was so tired. He couldn’t move a muscle. It felt so good lying here and enjoying the sex and just being alive.

&n
bsp; Blade sighed deeply and drifted off into peaceful sleep.

  * * * * *

  Oh wow.

  What she’d done with an unconscious Blade had been intense. Guilt was the least of her emotions, though. Exhilaration, satisfaction and happiness wafted through her in waves as she tenderly washed her sensitive pussy, taking care not to pull on her labia rings.

  How in the world could she live with herself? Fucking an unconscious man wasn’t something she did every day. She prided herself in pursuing the rights of other people and she’d infringed on his right to consensual sex. She’d taken away his decision by feeding him some extra medicine, knowing its sedative effects would make him defenseless against her.

  But she’d needed to come so badly. Masturbating outside with her vibrator had worked late last night, but this morning she awoke with the familiar craving for sex. The insane need to orgasm.

  She’d tried to masturbate, but the pleasure hadn’t appeared. That had never happened to her before. Frustration plagued her all day as she tended to the two unconscious men, and then finally late this afternoon, she’d given into doing what she’d done to Will.

  She gazed over at him. He lay quietly, his chest rising and falling slowly. He was still fast asleep. Thankfully he wouldn’t know she’d taken advantage of him. She would never tell him how deceitful she had been.

  An icy blast of air slapped against her near-nude body as she opened the cabin door and ducked into the wind. She tossed the used wash water over the railing and gazed off into the late afternoon sunshine.

  Nearby, the pine branches creaked beneath the heavy weight of snow and it was beginning to snow again. She’d hoped the storm was over. A couple of hours ago the sun had come out, bright and cheerful, its warm yellow glow dancing off the snowdrifts. Unfortunately, large, lacy snowflakes began drifting lazily from dark, heavy clouds that had quickly chased away the sunshine. She estimated about two feet of snow had fallen last night and today.

  Shoot! Additional snow would only make it that much harder for her to get out of here…or for people to get to her. She was surprised some of her crew hadn’t come to her rescue already. Due to the satellite phone being damaged, she’d passed the allotted time she should have called the Resistance last night.