Taken By the Force

by Lyla Sinclair

  Why would this guy bring me here, just to leave me? I still had virtually no idea what was going on.

  I heard the front door open and close. I tensed, wondering if Webb was the only person with a key.

  He came walking into the room and I was surprised once again by his striking presence—broad shoulders, athletic build, and those eyes that could be so sincere or so unreadable.

  But as he stood over me, staring down into my face, his gaze became warm in a way I hadn’t seen, like two orbs of melted chocolate.

  I squeezed my thighs together, since it was the only attention I could give my needy clit. I wanted him.

  He sat down on the bed and unlocked the handcuffs. He laid them next to me and took my wrists in his hands, caressing the places the metal had imprinted.

  “It’s been a really rough week,” he said. He sounded almost apologetic. “I’m sorry if I was too tough on you.” Wow, he was apologetic.

  I was confused. Why was he being so nice? Maybe whatever lead he’d followed had finally made him realize he had the wrong girl. I watched him, waiting to see what happened next.

  “Oh, I thought you might be thirsty,” he said, pulling a slim water bottle out of his coat pocket. He opened it and handed it to me, watching my throat as I swallowed several sips.

  “Thanks,” I said. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was. “What happens now?”

  “I could really use a diversion. How about one of those lap dances they give at the club?”

  So he still thought I was Anastasya. What kind of game was he playing? “I don’t give lap dances,” I answered. Yet, there was a big part of me that really wanted to get him turned on and see where we went from there. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” I asked bravely.

  This guy was such a turn-on for me, I didn’t care who he thought I was anymore.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Let me see what’s under that top.”

  He was asking to ogle my breasts, the two things that had embarrassed me most since the fifth grade…but there was a difference this time. I wanted him to see me.

  I sat up and took a deep breath.

  “There’s a hidden zipper in the back,” I said. I turned my back to him and lifted my hair.

  He found the zipper and pulled it down ever-so slowly. When the shirt was open, he gently slid the shoulders off and removed it from me completely.

  “Stand up and turn around,” he said.

  My breaths were jerky as I stood and turned. Since he was still seated on the bed, my breasts were at his eye level.

  “Wow.” He reached toward me and placed a hand under each breast, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples.

  Just like in my fantasy.

  A fiery shiver wiggled down my spine. Hadn’t I been cold a few minutes ago?

  He lifted my breasts a bit and squeezed. “These have some weight to them.”

  Was he pointing out that I had two giant globs of fat on my chest, because I was quite aware—

  “You’re really beautiful.”

  I felt stabbed in the chest, but in a good way. “So are you,” I whispered.

  He leaned forward until I could feel his warm breath on my breast. His tongue came out. My lungs were full of air, but I couldn’t exhale until he made contact. Then he licked me, his tongue covering a wide swathe of skin that included my nipple. He switched breasts and gave the second the same treatment.

  My knees went weak.

  He smiled as he stood and removed his jacket. He slid his holster off, placing it in the top drawer of the dresser.

  I wanted to help him unbutton his shirt, but I was overcome by the butterflies in my stomach, so I sat down and watched him.

  When his shirt came off, I had to stifle a gasp. He had the best-looking torso I’d ever seen in real life. Muscular arms, well-developed pecs, and six-pack abs. I really hadn’t imagined he had all this going on under his button-down shirt and suit.

  When he finished disrobing, I was glad to see his cock standing at attention. No, actually, it was pointing at me. I felt like I’d been chosen for something really special.

  He wanted me. I wanted him.

  “Lie back,” he said.

  I obeyed, imagining that, soon, we’d be making love.

  He stretched out on the bed next to me. “You have a beautiful body, Anastasya. In fact, if I’ve ever seen a more beautiful woman, I can’t remember her.”

  I didn’t mind being Anastasya anymore. She obviously had much more fun than I did.

  He ran his hands over a strand of my hair, from my scalp to the curved wisp that was lying on my collar bone. “Crazy to cover this with a bald cap.”

  His finger travelled lower until it reached a nipple. He traced around and around it. I wanted to grab him and pull him into me, yet I didn’t want to rush these precious sensual moments between us.

  He adjusted onto one elbow, then leaned down, capturing my nipple in his mouth.

  “Mmmm…” I moaned, as he sucked gently. I’d died and gone to stripper heaven. He glanced up at me as his tongue trailed across to my other breast. His eyes were black as the devil now. As he tongued my nipple, he looked up at me again, as if gauging my reactions. He sucked, then sucked harder.

  I gasped as electricity shot from my breast through my torso and ricocheted around in the area between my thighs.

  My eyes fell closed.

  His hand skimmed down my stomach until it was right below my navel, then it paused, applying more pressure—the pressure I was aching for a few inches further south.

  I squirmed, hoping it would get him moving again.

  His thumb looped into one side of my G-string and it slid down to my knees, trapping my legs together. His fingers tickled their way back up my thigh.

  I whimpered with need.

  His finger took its time as it circled round and round at the entrance to my pussy. Then, suddenly, he thrust his finger inside me.

  “Oh my Go—shi—ohhh…” I cried as his three quick thrusts managed to hit just the right spot. I was beside myself with pleasure. One more like that and I could have come, but instead of continuing on that course, he ran his wet finger through my slit.

  I wriggled my hips, trying to make his finger rub the top of my clit, or enter me for more fucking, but he didn’t cooperate.

  “Do you like that, Anastasya?” he asked huskily.

  “Yes…yes…” I answered.

  “How about this?” He pressed on my clit, rubbing it in a clockwise motion.

  “Yes!” I shuddered once—the beginning of an orgasm that died out when his finger stilled. “Please,” I said.

  “Please what?”

  “Please make me come…please…”

  “Where’s Byron?”

  “Huh?” I replied, confused by the lust haze he’d created.

  “Byron. I know he’s in Vegas. Where is he staying?”

  I opened my eyes as the meaning dawned on me. My heart sank. “You did all this just to get information from me?”

  I thought he’d been as attracted to me as I was to him. I thought he wanted me in some special way he couldn’t resist. But obviously I was projecting my feelings onto him. I was a means to an end.

  I wanted to burrow under the covers and hide myself from him because now I knew he was toying with me when he told me how beautiful I was.

  He pressed on my clit again, and my traitorous body tensed for orgasm as if he hadn’t just smashed my ego to bits.

  “Tell me and get it over with so you and I can have our fun together.”

  As cheap as the offer sounded, I realized that if I’d known anything, I would have sung like a canary. Surely this Byron guy couldn’t be sexier than Rick Webb.

  All I wanted was to touch him and hold him, but he was only using me.

  “I don’t know a Byron and, no matter what you do, you can’t make me know him,” I replied in near tears.

  He chuckled. “Oh, I think I can,” he said. “I think I’ve figured out your M.O.�
�� He moved up on the bed and straddled my torso. “You want a man to dominate you.”

  Did I? Was that what those cop fantasies were about? The idea of Detective Webb dominating me certainly had my heart racing.

  He laced the fingers of one hand through my hair at my scalp and pressed his other thumb against my lips.

  “Remember how you dropped to your knees and sucked my dick at the club?” he asked.

  I glared up at him, feeling both angry and extremely aroused.

  “You got off on it, didn’t you? You stuck your fingers in your pussy and came hard.”

  Why did I feel like putty in his hands? I had to maintain some sort of pride.

  “Only the worst kind of asshole would pretend to want a woman just to get information.” I glared at him.

  He pressed his thumb to my chin and gently pulled my mouth open.

  “Oh, I wasn’t pretending.”

  He wasn’t pretending. Dare I believe him?

  I didn’t close my mouth. I simply watched as he guided his cock between my lips.

  “Damn, I’ve wanted to see your full pink lips around my dick again.”

  That was so hot! And the taste of him made my pussy throb.

  “Suck me, Ana. I want to fuck your mouth.”

  That did it. I was willing to do anything he wanted. As my tongue went crazy on him, I struggled to get my hand down to my crotch.

  Ahhh! Success! I began using the same swirling motion on my clit as my tongue was making on his shaft.

  I could definitely come, but now that he was in my mouth, I wanted it to last longer.

  “That’s it. Mmmm…now suck on it, baby…”

  His voice was so sexy, his instructions were as much a turn-on as his cock.

  I had to come. I moved my fingers faster on my clit. I tensed, ready to let myself go over the—

  He grabbed my hand. “No more of that now. I’ll take care of you in a minute.” He placed both my hands on his ass. I squeezed, enjoying the feel of him, though still desperate to come.

  He grabbed the headboard with both hands and fucked my mouth, banging against the back of my throat. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but I kept my hands on his ass as he’d ordered me to and squeezed with all my might.

  He jerked and tried to pull out, but I held him to me. As he convulsed over me, his warm come sprayed into my throat and I swallowed it hungrily.

  He leaned his forearms on the headboard, panting for several seconds. I felt some pride in a job well done and couldn’t wait until it was my turn.

  Rick moved down to lie next to me. My pussy still ached with need. I hoped he could recover quickly and “take care of me” like he promised.

  “Fuck, that was hot,” he panted. “I’m exhausted.”

  Then his hand crept down to my crotch and cradled it, his fingers taking turns pressing into my pussy lips. My hips jumped.

  “What would be more fun? My fingers or my tongue?” he asked.

  I felt like a game show contestant. I already knew his fingers could play me like a violin, but the idea of his mouth in my pussy…

  Door number one or door number two?

  “I don’t care,” I finally said. “You choose. I just need to come like I’ve never needed it before.”

  “Great. That’s what I was going for. Now tell me where Byron is and I’ll satisfy you like he never could.”

  Shit. I was the most gullible person on Earth. How could he be so cruel? My clit was ready to explode and all he could talk about was some other man?

  “Listen carefully to the words that are coming out of my mouth,” I said. “I don’t know a Byron. I’ve certainly never been ‘satisfied’ by one, and you’re a cold, cruel bastard.” Tears of frustration and disappointment sprang out of my eyes.

  I couldn’t help but feel that if we’d met under other circumstances, we would have something—at least a torrid affair, if nothing else. But how could I really know the attraction went both ways? He obviously was willing to do anything for this case.

  He might not find me one bit attractive.

  More tears followed, draining down my temples onto the pillow. When I lifted my eyes to Rick’s, his brow was furrowed as if concerned about me, but I could see the exact second he shook it off and got back to business.

  “Nice try. But your crocodile tears aren’t going to work on me. From what I read, you and Byron ran some cons together a few years back. Got probation for it.”

  Great. I was a con artist too. There was no way he’d ever believe a word I said.

  “So what now?” I asked as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

  “Now,” he said. “I’ve got to get some sleep.”

  If he slept, that would be a good time for me to escape. If I could make it back to the club, I could prove who I was, even if Rick was a few minutes behind me. I wondered if I should sneak the gun out of the drawer first, in case he awoke before I got out.

  No, I didn’t know anything about guns and I didn’t really want to shoot him. More likely, I’d shoot my own foot off anyway. I turned on my side facing the doorway and began formulating my plan…

  Until I felt the cold steel snap around my left wrist again.

  “Wait… What?”

  He pulled my body against his in a spooning position and snapped the other cuff around his own left wrist.

  “You don’t expect me to leave you running loose, do you?”

  I blew out an angry breath.

  “This way, I can deal with you in the morning when I’ve got my wits back. It’s been a long week.”

  He draped his shackled arm over mine, his hand holding my body tightly against his. It seemed so personal to feel his breath on the back of my neck, his spent cock pressed against the crevice between my butt cheeks. So intimate.

  Within seconds, he was breathing deep steady breaths. I lay there awake, the G-string still around my knees, my pussy aching for release. Yet, my body was warmed by his in a way that felt so…normal?

  And there was a big part of me that was glad he’d handcuffed us together. Glad I didn’t have to escape his presence. If I had to be Anastasya to get to stay with him a while longer, so be it.

  Chapter Five

  Rick

  I was having the best dream I’d had in years, holding a beautiful blonde naked in my arms, my dick rigid against her backside. As I felt her up, I squeeze her huge tits and she moaned. I was so hot for her.

  I ground my dick into her ass cheeks, feeling like I hadn’t come in years, though something in the back of my mind told me I was mistaken. Oh well, it was just a dream.

  She tugged at my dick, until it was between her thighs, wet and slick. Her hips undulated with desire for me, but my dick couldn’t make its way inside without help. I tried to move my hand down for an assist, but it couldn’t move normally. As my brain swirled, trying to comprehend what was happening, she pressed her soft ass backward, causing my dick to slide further through her pussy lips. I could feel her clit rake across the top as it did.

  She moaned.

  And I knew it wasn’t a dream. I opened my eyes as Anastasya moaned a second time and moved her hips back and forth for more friction down south. With our hands cuffed together, I could feel her caressing her own nipples. Her other hand began caressing the underside of my dick as the top of it slid back and forth through her wetness from behind.

  “Fuck me,” she panted.

  I wanted to fuck her. I pumped faster through her pussy lips.

  “Yes,” she whispered. She maneuvered my dick so the tip was just inside the entrance of the place it wanted to be more than anywhere else in the world. Tight, and warm and wet.

  The pull of the handcuff threw me back into reality and I remembered why I was here. I went still. I wasn’t so depraved that I couldn’t resist this stripper, this con artist, the person who was withholding information that could help me catch Danny’s shooters…

  My dick begged to differ. But I certainly couldn’t give her any satisfactio
n. At least not until she told me what I needed to know.

  I was suddenly angry at her. I got up on my knees and flipped her onto her back, straddling her. When she saw the look on my face, I watched the fear flash over her features and was sorry to have frightened her, but only for a second because I remembered that no matter how innocent that face looked, she didn’t deserve any sympathy from me.

  Our left wrists were still cuffed together causing our arms to be in an awkward position. But I grabbed her right wrist and raised my hand above her head, forcing her left to go along. Now I had her incapacitated so she couldn’t pleasure herself.

  She’d frustrated the hell out of me with all her denials, it was time she felt more of that frustration herself. I slid my wet dick up her stomach to her chest, directly between her breasts and thrust there, close to her face so she could see I had what she needed if she’d only tell me the truth.

  She took me by surprise, pulling both hands down at once, bringing mine with hers. But instead of fighting me off, she pressed her breasts together with her palms, creating a soft valley of flesh for me to tunnel through.

  I held on to the headboard and fucked her like that, thinking there couldn’t be anything better, even with the handcuff chain raking across the top of my dick…until the tip accidentally hit her lips and she put her tongue out to meet it.

  I watched, hypnotized as I slid through her soft breasts, over and over, contacting her tongue on every thrust, until her lips grabbed at the tip for a split second and I felt myself coming. I rose to my knees and massaged my shaft with my right hand as the come squirted out all over her beautiful breasts.

  “Oh, God,” she breathed out.

  I wasn’t sure what she was moaning about, since I was the one who’d gotten all the pleasure. I flopped down next to her on the bed.

  I felt great.

  *

  Andrea

  I blew out an annoyed breath. “You know what you’re doing is illegal under the Geneva Convention,” I said. “It’s called torture.”

  “And yet, you still haven’t told me what I need to know.”