Taken By the Force

by Lyla Sinclair

  “Because I’m a freaking accountant, not a stripper, con artist, or whatever you think I am. Ask me about the tax codes—a question only an accountant would know.”

  “If only an accountant would know it, how would a homicide detective know if it was the truth or not?” he replied. “You could have run a con where you pretended to be an accountant for all I know.”

  I rolled my eyes. He was the most exasperating man I’d ever met. Yet I wasn’t really anxious to be rid of him. But the handcuff thing was a pain. “Could I at least go to the bathroom and take a shower?”

  “Sure,” he said. “He helped me off the bed and ushered me into the bathroom. I raised my left arm to point out the fact that I was still handcuffed to him, but he didn’t respond.

  “You don’t expect me to pee while you’re watching, do you?”

  “Is that a problem? I figured a wild thing like you had probably peed on guys while they were watching.”

  “Very funny,” I said sarcastically. “Please, I have to go, but I really can’t do it with you watching.”

  “You’ve got two minutes,” he said. He unlocked the handcuffs, then glanced around the bathroom as though making sure there were no weapons I could borrow in there. “Then I’m coming in.”

  Once I’d taken care of business, I turned on the shower. The door opened. Rick was sitting in a chair he’d brought from the kitchen, facing me. The bathroom was so small, with him sitting just outside the entrance, he’d only be about three yards away as I bathed.

  “Come on!”

  “If you want your shower, this is how you get it.”

  The shower curtain was one of those clear textured kind, so it offered almost no privacy, except possibly to make my body a little blurry. I really wanted that shower though.

  At first, I felt uncomfortable with him watching, but after a few minutes, the shower curtain became a bit like my Mistress costume. I decided if the detective was going to insist on sitting there watching me, I’d put on a show for him.

  As the water ran over me, I found some shampoo and worked it through my hair, arching my back and thrusting my breasts out. I imagined what he was seeing on the other side and wondered if I was getting to him.

  After I rinsed, I found some body wash. Instead of squirting it into my hand like I normally would, I held it up high, turned it over and let it stream down onto my breasts and trickle down my stomach. I washed my breasts with exaggerated movements, round and round and up my neck, then down my torso.

  I wished I could peek at him and see if he was reacting appropriately. I dribbled some soap into my hands and massaged my ass cheeks for a good minute, then moved one hand around to my pussy. I turned toward the water and slid my fingers up and down between my thighs. When I accidentally touched my clit, I realized I could finally get that satisfaction I’d been dying for.

  I imagined Rick was in the shower with me, massaging my breasts, teasing my pussy lips. My eyes fell closed as I slid my finger back and forth over my clit. God, I wished he would fuck me. I thrust my finger inside and began to fuck myself, imagining Rick inside me. Imagining the hot water was really hot Rick all over me.

  I moaned and shuddered. Finally, I was about to come.

  The water shut off.

  I opened my eyes to Rick, his hand on the faucet knob, his gaze on my crotch. He reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling my finger from my pussy.

  “After that show, you’re not still going to pretend you’re not a stripper, are you?” he asked dryly.

  I didn’t bother to reply. My body was devastated by the disappointment of another thwarted orgasm. I nearly whimpered.

  Rick pulled me from the shower and threw a towel over my shoulders. I took it and started drying off as he moved his chair. He threw his clothes on while he paced back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom door.

  I sneaked a peek at his zipper-covered crotch. Ha! My show had worked, he was hard again already. He wanted me. If we could only clear up this stripper thing. But, on the other hand, if that was the only reason he was hanging around…

  What had I been thinking? All men were titillated by the bad-girl stripper types. It didn’t mean he was attracted to me. It didn’t mean he even liked me. Once he learned the truth…

  Well, let’s just say, nobody’s ever been beguiled by the word “accountant.”

  I finished drying off and stepped out of the bathroom holding the towel in front of me. “Are there any extra clothes lying around here I could put on?” I asked.

  “No,” Rick answered. He took the towel from me and threw it on the bathroom floor. Then he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bedroom. My hopes soared. I could see he was hard for me.

  Next thing I knew, I was flat on my back, handcuffed to the bedpost again. Not so bad if only Rick will…

  “I’ll be back in an hour,” he said. He left me there alone, again.

  *****

  Rick

  I’d done some thinking while Anastasya was in the shower. Not an easy thing, considering all the blood had rushed to my dick.

  She was a stripper, so she could not be as sexually deprived as she seemed, yet she had this desperation about her, which probably meant she was indeed some sort of nympho-sex addict.

  I was sure I’d almost broken her a couple of times. She’d seemed ready to give up anything just to get to come or to get a real fuck from me, yet she still hadn’t talked about Byron.

  Was she that loyal to him? So in love with him that she’d never divulge his whereabouts? I didn’t understand why the thought of her and Byron caused a mean, angry ball to form in my stomach. It’s not like I could be jealous of anything a stripper did.

  But what if she was afraid to tell? If Byron was associated with the Russian mob, maybe she had reason to fear for her life, which wasn’t my problem. Except now it did seem like my problem. I felt responsible for her, like I needed to protect her.

  That was nuts.

  Regardless, I’d decided to go all out with my plan to seduce the truth out of her, but I needed one more thing to do it and, because this wasn’t the best neighborhood, there were more than a couple of places nearby where I could get the goods.

  On the way, I checked in with Fulsom again. There hadn’t been much change on any front. Danny was still in a coma. Byron and Viktar were still in the wind. And no one had seen Anastasya Petrova in days. I didn’t tell him it was because I had her. If the cops took her in, she’d probably lawyer up. They didn’t have much to hold her on. She could say her cash card had been stolen and that would be the end of it.

  I saw the sign I was looking for and pulled into the parking lot. I thought about my plan and tried to ignore the tightening in my crotch. This was a means to an end, after all. Nothing else.

  *****

  Andrea

  After Rick left, every minute seemed like an hour. Lying on the bed naked, all I could think about was having his hands on me again. His scorching body squeezed against mine. His big, hard cock in my pussy.

  Unfortunately, with my hands shackled above my head, there was little I could do about those fantasies.

  When he finally came back, I was so glad to see him walk through the door, I think I actually smiled. Was this what they meant by Stockholm Syndrome? I hadn’t just started relating to my captor, I was desperate for him.

  He came in without a word, turned his back to me and began opening some sort of plastic packaging. After a couple of minutes, he turned toward me with something in his hand I’d never seen before.

  What the hell was he going to do with that long purple thing?

  “I wasn’t sure what colors you’re into, but it was either this or the glow-in-the-dark green one.”

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Oh, come on Anastasya. There’s not a chance in hell you don’t know what this is.”

  A cattle prod? Was this when the real torture began?

  When it moved toward my crotch, I squeezed my thighs together. H
e wiggled the tip of the purple thing between my thighs until it touched my pussy lips. Then he pushed the button.

  Zap!

  “Oh, my God!” I cried as a quick electrical pulse spread from my pussy to my extremities. But that was all I got, since he’d taken his finger off the button immediately.

  As my wits returned, I realized what it was—a vibrator. I’d never bought one for myself because I didn’t see the need. My fantasies and my fingers had worked fine until—

  Zap! Zap! Zap!

  “Uh-oh-ho-ho-oh!” I cried out as my arm and leg muscles jerked around involuntarily. My clit felt alive like never before. A rush of fresh cream trickled from my pussy. This was phenomenal. Except for the fact that the bastard only zapped me enough to get me going, then stopped.

  “More,” I said.

  He pressed the button again, then stopped.

  Zap. Stop. Zap. Stop.

  “Why do you keep stopping it?” I cried. “Please?”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, damn you! You know I want to come! I’ve wanted to come since I first saw you that night by the stage.”

  His eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open. I’d surprised him. He stared into my eyes and licked his lips like he wanted to say something.

  In that moment, I would have sworn he felt something for me, except this situation was so bizarre, how could I be sure of anything?

  Whatever it was, I watched him shake it off—he actually closed his eyes and shook his head quickly—and he was back to business.

  “You know what to do if you want to come.” He zapped me again.

  I jumped from the jolt, but didn’t know what I could say. My body quivered all over.

  “He leaned down and pressed his lips to my ear. “Tell me where he is, Anastasya and you can have what you want.” He pressed the button again as he said the last words.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” I cried out. The pleasure was so extreme, it was starting to feel like pain. I had to have release. I had to have him.

  “Anastasya?” he said.

  “I don’t just want to come,” I panted. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “I’d love to fuck you,” he murmured seductively. “Tell me what I need to know.”

  “I don’t believe you. Fuck me first, then I’ll tell you.”

  “Ah, but I don’t trust you, Ana.” He sat up and I missed his warm breath on my ear.

  “Then, I want a show of good faith,” I said. “Take your clothes off.”

  “Gladly.” He began unbuttoning his shirt.

  I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but before I was done, Rick would be inside me. I couldn’t settle for anything less.

  Rick

  I couldn’t believe it, but it seemed like I was actually getting somewhere with Anastasya. Promising to tell was progress over claiming she wasn’t who I thought she was.

  As I took off my pants, I thought about what she’d said a few minutes before. She wanted me from the first time she saw me. She’d nearly gotten me with that one. Those words coming from that angel face, which was attached to that made-for-fucking body. The combination was getting more and more deadly. I liked the way she looked, the way she smelled, the way she’d smiled at me when I walked in. The sound of her voice.

  Fuck, I had to get hold of myself. I needed to get the information from her, then leave her high and dry. I’d already gone way over the line, and if I did want to keep my badge, I could only hope that her stripper mistrust of cops would keep her from telling anyone about this.

  Regardless, actual sex with her was out of the question. I’d been able to rationalize the oral stuff and the touching because she was the one who went down on me first, before I brought her here, but…

  She looked so inviting lying there on the bed, naked and wet. I lay down next to her and placed the vibrator between her thighs again.

  “No,” she said. “I want you to touch me.”

  “But the vibrator was curling your toes.”

  “But you curl everything else.”

  Her sweet blue eyes looked so sincere. God, this was a woman I could have fallen for so easily if her parents had done a better job raising her. But the mobsters, the stripping—

  “Will you kiss me?” she asked.

  I was mesmerized by her longing gaze and her pouty pink lips. As I leaned down to her, I tried to absolve myself by telling myself this was only for Danny.

  As my lips touched hers, she opened them wide. But I was surprised when her tongue invaded my mouth, pressing my tongue back insistently. My hand roamed over her slightly rounded stomach up to her very rounded breast.

  “Mmmm…” she moaned as I kneaded it with my fingers.

  I allowed my torso to move over hers to get a better angle. Her soft breasts molded to my hard chest and I took control of the kiss.

  Her tongue gave way and allowed me in and, suddenly, being inside her felt more right than anything I’d ever felt before. I wished she wasn’t still handcuffed because I wanted to feel her arms wrapped around me.

  When I let her come up for air, she whispered, “Touch me,” and I knew what she wanted. I trailed my hand down her stomach and tickled her pussy lips.

  She giggled and it sounded like music. “More,” she said breathlessly. She smiled at me and my lungs caught in mid-breath. I smiled back, forgetting what I knew about her.

  I worked a finger into her slit and smoothed her own cream around on her clit. “Mmm…Rick…” she moaned.

  Damn, I loved the sound of my name coming from her lips. I kissed her and teased her clit lightly, flipping my finger across it, then circling in the valleys around it.

  She moaned into my mouth and I felt the vibrations down to my crotch. I knew I’d never heard or touched or kissed anything so beautiful in my life. She felt right, like coming back to a hot, homemade supper after a long day of work.

  Work. It tried to force itself in, but I pushed it out of my head and let my body do the thinking.

  I ran my tongue up her neck to her earlobe. I kissed her cheek, her chin, her mouth.

  “Fuck me, Rick,” she said. “I need you inside me.”

  And before I knew it, I’d sunk my dick into her tight wet pussy.

  Chapter Six

  Andrea

  I couldn’t believe what was happening.

  Some desperate words left my mouth. I don’t know if I commanded him or begged him. But I finally felt Rick’s cock pushing at my entrance. It was a tight squeeze at first, but I stretched to accommodate him until I fit him like a glove.

  He groaned when he was fully inside, and I was thrilled that I could bring him pleasure.

  “Kiss me,” I murmured. I wanted to feel him inside me everywhere at once. His tongue fucked my mouth in the same rhythm as his cock fucked my pussy. Everything was in sync. Our bodies fit together perfectly, moved together perfectly.

  I strained at my shackles, desperate to hold him, but they didn’t give way, so I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed for dear life.

  He thrust into me again and again, then his thrusts got faster until he was like a jackhammer inside me. I felt the pressure build again…the need to come.

  Rick was inside me loving me with his mouth, while he punished me with his cock. The thought of how much I wanted to keep him within me caused me to tighten my muscles around his shaft.

  One of his quick thrusts hit a spot inside me I didn’t know was there. A high-pitched sound came from my throat. Rick got the message and continued to hit me with short, quick jabs, hitting that special place over and over again.

  “Ah-ah-ah-ah!” I cried.

  I don’t know which one of us I felt the spasm first, but we groaned in unison as if one person. He shuddered over me and I quivered and jerked underneath him as he pumped us to paradise.

  All other thoughts melted away and I was sure I was dying of pleasure, underneath Detective Rick Webb.

  He lay there collapsed on top of me for a couple of minutes.
His heavy muscular frame was suffocating me, but I didn’t want to say anything for fear he’d leave me.

  “Shit!” he finally whispered when he stopped panting. “That was the last thing I needed to do.”

  He pushed himself up on his hands and tried to pull his hips away, but I locked my legs around him more tightly. “No!” I said. “I don’t want to lose you yet.”

  He looked into my face, surprised. “You got what you wanted.”

  “Yes, but now I want more.”

  He relaxed onto his elbows and remained inside me.

  I took a deep breath. “For just a minute, can we pretend we’re real lovers or real friends? Can you tell me what’s going on so I can try to help you?”

  “Do you really not know what Byron’s been up to or is this more of your con—”

  “Humor me,” I said.

  He moved off of me and arranged himself next to me on his side. He gazed earnestly into my face. I could see him hoping I was going to tell him the truth “this time.” I suddenly realized that whatever this was must be really important for him to have gone to such lengths on his own. We’d been wasting valuable time he could have used for…what?

  “Do you know he’s been using your cash card?”

  “My what?” For a moment I forgot he thought he was talking to Anastasya…and that I had no money in my bank account anyway. “Oh…no…go ahead.”

  “So, I guess he didn’t tell you he shot a man in L.A.”

  “No.” This was getting too real to fit into my cop fantasy.

  “That man was my partner.”

  I gasped. “He killed your partner?”

  “Danny’s in a coma, but he’s been that way for over a week. No change.”

  I watched the pain and sorrow wash over his face and felt terribly guilty. Surely I could have found a way to prove my identity by now. I’d wasted so much of his time because I didn’t want him to leave me.

  “Shit!” I said, as my brain skimmed through the possible ways to prove who I was so Rick could quit barking up the wrong tree. Fingerprints? But wait, did he say L.A.? “So, you’re not even a Vegas cop?” I deduced.

  “No.”

  If he’d gone rogue, he probably wouldn’t want to take me to the station here, and that could make things worse for him anyway.