Desire Protected

by S. J. Maylee

  Gotcha. “Give me a number.”

  Her eyes rolled up. He couldn’t imagine how much brain power it would take her to count. However long, it was all the time he needed.

  He took a tiny step to the left and seized her right wrist, the one holding the gun, in his left hand. All his strength centered on his grip. His thumb was all the leverage he needed to twist her hand into a horrid angle. With his right hand, he pulled back the slide as she fired the gun. The bullet drilled into her chest. As she went down, he claimed the gun and crouched over her.

  “That amazing woman is not for sale. None of them are, you wretched piece of shit.” He shook her, but she didn’t answer.

  Blood seeped from her mouth and her gaze drifted off at an odd slant.

  He tore from the room with one thought in mind, saving Nadia. A quick check of the magazine revealed the gun had several bullets remaining. He prayed it would be enough.

  Chapter Four

  The blueprints of the building he studied today showed a large open room at the end of the hall. He stopped at the entrance and stared at a bank of lockers. Most of the room was blocked from his view. He inched inside and peeked around the last locker. A man sat at a table looking at a magazine. The fire door at the back of the room opened and a second man entered.

  “You remembered to tie her to the rope this time, right?” said the man at the table.

  “Fuck you.” The second man took a seat next to him. “You need to train Bev on how to use a gun again. She didn’t even close the slide when she took it from you.”

  “She must have figured it out. The gun went off while you were outside.”

  “And you haven’t checked on her?” The second man swatted the magazine from his hand.

  “Hey, with any luck, she’ll shoot herself and then we can take over the slave business.” They both laughed.

  “True.” Their high five was the last straw.

  Ethan stepped into the room with the gun trained on both men. “There’s a problem with your little plan.”

  “Hold up, man.” The first guy held up his hands. “You want a cut. We can share, right Frank?”

  “Fuck that.” Frank charged.

  Ethan fired the gun once, hitting the man in the chest. When he kept coming, he fired two more shots. Finally, the man fell. He walked closer to the first man.

  “Come on. I’ll make you a deal.”

  Ethan didn’t respond. With the gun positioned on the man’s forehead, he fired. After confirming the men were dead, he ran to the fire door. It opened to the parking lot behind the building. He spotted an unmarked moving truck.

  Using the butt of the gun, he broke the lock and raised the rear door. A half dozen sweet faces squinted at him, including his Nadia.

  “Thank heavens, I found you.” He climbed into the truck.

  “Ethan.” Tears streamed down her face.

  He flicked out his pocket knife.

  “No, free the others first.” Her strength continued to amaze him. “I told them you would come.”

  He caressed her face and kissed her quickly. Then, he walked around each woman and cut through the ropes binding them to a chain that ran the length of the van. He assured each of them it was all over and more help was on the way. Once they were all free and he had Nadia in his arms, he called Clair. “It’s done, plus two.”

  “Thank you, Ethan. We’re pulling in now.”

  “We’re in the back of the building.”

  “I see you.”

  He climbed out of the truck and helped Nadia down.

  Several vehicles pulled into the parking lot, including a couple of ambulances. A number of men rushed past them and into the building. Clair got out and walked toward them. “Thanks again, Ethan. I knew I could count on you.” She tilted her head “Nadia?”

  “I don’t think the two of you have officially met.” Ethan pulled Nadia closer to his side. “Nadia, this is Clair.”

  Clair held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. You’ve caught yourself a real good one here. If I were you, I wouldn’t let him go.”

  Nadia squeezed her hand. “I won’t ever let him go.”

  “There was gunfire.” Ethan rubbed Nadia’s hip. “You’ll have to deal with the police because we’re leaving.”

  “Shit. Okay. We’ll come up with something.” She waved to a man getting out of the car she’d arrived in. “Your team has already taken care of the surveillance cameras?”

  “That’s correct.” Ethan nodded.

  “You saved a lot of lives tonight.”

  He also ended three. Guilt was not a part of his job though. It only appeared when he didn’t save a life worth saving. His gaze turned to the truck. “You’ll let me know if these women need anything.”

  “I will.”

  ****

  They said nothing on the way back to her place. She knew he was pissed and rightfully so. They had built their relationship on a few promises and she’d broken them tonight. The quiet ended the moment they entered her bedroom.

  “Let’s have it.” His nostrils flared. “What could possibly have gotten you so out of sorts you thought it was okay to track me down?” His gaze had gone cold and he crossed his arms.

  “I didn’t think it was okay.”

  “Oh, so you thought about this before you walked into a situation that could have gotten you killed or worse.” The hurt etched across his features cut like a knife.

  “No.” She swiped her palms back and forth on her thighs. “Well, yes, I thought about it.” This was the feeling she needed to remember if she ever got it in her head to follow him again. Any of the horrors from the last few hours would do but she wasn’t brave enough to relive any of them. She’d not only risked her life tonight but she’d risked his as well. That was something she couldn’t live with. “Wait, worse than being killed?”

  “Yes.” He eliminated the space between them and stroked her cheek. “There are much worse things those freaks could have done to you than stealing you from me. I don’t want that kind of pain to ever touch you.” He set her back a step. “Stop distracting me. Why did you follow me?”

  She took a deep breath. “I saw you with the blonde.” She shook her head. “With Clair this morning. She’s who you and Aidan asked me about, remember?”

  “Where did you see us?” He narrowed his eyes.

  “Outside of your building this morning. I was bringing the smoothie you’d forgotten. Who is she to you? Clearly you work with her. Is she who you’re seeing when you say you’re working?”

  “What are you implying?”

  “Whatever you think I am.” She wiped at the sweat building on her forehead.

  “She’s only a colleague and no one you need to worry about. This jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Nadia.”

  She held her ground, his words stung but she’d see this conversation through. “What would you have done if she’d been the one to walk in the room?”

  “That’s a ridiculous question.” He broke eye contact.

  “I don’t see it that way.”

  He grabbed her arms and pulled her flush to him. “Fuck, Nadia, I was in the middle of an opp.”

  “Would you have touched her?”

  “I work alone.”

  “Answer the question, Ethan.” Fat tears floated in her gaze.

  “I’ve never had to use a woman in that way and now that you’re in my life I never will.” He pressed his palm over her heart.

  “Thank you.” She covered his hand with hers and closed her eyes. One hard question down, now for the second. She took a deep breath. “Do you still want to marry me?”

  “Don’t you?”

  “That’s a cop out. Tell me right now. I want nothing big. You know that. If you want to get married, why don’t we run off somewhere and do it?”

  “Honey, I’d marry you today, but have you thought it through? Don’t you want your parents there, your sister?”

  She walked over to her purse and picked up her ph
one. “I’m calling my dad.” She put her hand on her hip while she waited for him to pick up. “Hey, Daddy.”

  “Hello, sweetheart.” Her dad sounded the same. It always brought her such relief that he was healthy.

  “Ethan and I are thinking about eloping. What do you think?”

  “I think eloping is a fine idea. You never enjoyed fusses. This suits you. I’d rather hoped Ethan would have thought of it already. If he’s there, let me talk to him.”

  She held the phone out. “My dad wants to talk to you.”

  He blew out a breath and took the phone. “Good evening, sir… Yes, sir. Big affairs do make her nervous… Ah, no, sir… okay, sir. I’ll talk to Nadia about it tonight… I promise, sir… Thank you, sir.” He ended the call and tossed it on the chair.

  “What did he say?”

  “He was fine with it but he had one stipulation.”

  “Oh.” She thought about what it could be, and then it hit her. “Oh.” They hadn’t talked about it in a while. Hell, they’d been fucking at the time they’d discussed it. She turned around and hugged herself.

  “You still want them, right?” He pulled her around to face him. “Because I do.”

  “I do too.” Her heartrate skyrocketed. “I’ll throw out my pills.”

  “Good, because I promised your father we’d start trying.”

  “What?”

  “I didn’t tell him I’d be spanking your ass first, but I’m certain he’d approve.” He turned her around and pushed her down over the bed.

  “Hey, you already spanked me tonight.” She squirmed as he yanked off her tiny skirt and her panties along with it.

  “That spanking only served to clear my head and allow me time to come up with a plan.” He removed her shoes and tossed them over his shoulder. “This spanking is your punishment.” He rubbed her ass.

  Oh shit.

  “Take off your silly little shirt and your bra too.” He rolled up his sleeves. “I want you naked.”

  She got up on her knees and pulled her shirt over her head. After unclipping her bar, she tossed it at him. “What about you?”

  “You’re not in a position to make demands.” He snatched her ankle and pulled her down and around until her legs and butt hung off the bed. “Now that’s a beautiful ass.” He kneaded her globes.

  She kept still while he warmed her. “How many, Sir?” She prayed not many. Although, she deserved this. And like her last punishment, they would let it go and move on afterwards.

  “Until I say or until I can’t stop myself from fucking you.” He swiped a finger through her folds. “I knew it. You’re wet, already.”

  She spread her legs and hoped he would explore more but his bare hand whacked her ass. Searing heat spread across her butt. She clutched the quilt covering her bed with both fists.

  Several more blows landed on both cheeks, all up and down the softest parts of her bottom. “Your skin turns the loveliest shade of red.” He dragged his fingertips over her heated bottom.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She spread her legs a little.

  “Your pink pussy is lovely too.” He played with her folds and thrust two fingers deep inside her. “You’re going to squeeze me tonight aren’t you, sweetheart.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please.” She needed to have him inside her.

  “Excellent.” He pulled his fingers from her and stuck both cheeks over and over. “I’m not finished yet.”

  She took a deep breath and took in the pain. Knowing it served a purpose filled her with the deepest love. She knew Ethan loved her. She knew it like she knew her own love for him. Today, she’d risked it all. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Say it again.” He rubbed her bottom.

  “I’m so sorry.” The rustling of clothing had her taking a peek. “Sir?”

  “Hold your position.” After several long seconds, he seized her hips. “Up on your knees.”

  She complied immediately. “I love you, Sir.”

  “I love you too, sweetheart.” He positioned his cock at her entrance and drilled into her. “Fuck, there’s nothing better than the way you squeeze me.” He pulled out and thrust right back in.

  This time, her pussy allowed him all the way to the back. Being filled by him was intoxicating. She didn’t want it to ever end. When he pulled out, she wailed.

  “Meet me this time.” He pulled on her hips as he drove forward. She pushed back and their bodies smacked together. “That’s it.” He drew back. “Again!”

  Over and over, he hammered into her. A hum zinged through her. It woke a burning around her knees and the palms of her hands as they were abraded with the repeated movement but it all paled compared to her stinging ass and the powerful bliss building inside. She squeezed him with all her effort to hold him in.

  “Not yet.” He pulled out. “On your back.” He slapped her ass. “You’ll come when I say.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She rolled over, spread her thighs and reached her arms above her head.

  “You’re breathtaking.” He climbed up on the bed and nipped her inner thigh.

  “I need you, Sir.”

  “I know.” He licked her pussy and around her clit. Then, he kissed his way up her body, sucked her nipple into his mouth, scrapping his teeth as he let her go, and finally claimed her mouth. He consumed her body and soul.

  His tongue slid along hers and she fell deep into the trance. Once again, he positioned his cock at her entrance and surged inside. He swallowed her scream and claimed her pussy in the same way as he controlled her mouth. The pleasure rose higher and higher. Again and again, he pounded into her.

  He pulled back. “Are you ready, my love?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He swiveled into her pussy and kept his gaze locked on hers. “I love you, Nadia.”

  “I love you too, Sir.” Her release broke free when he slid in completely. It was like she’d been hurtled off a cliff and there was no way to stop the thunderous rolls of bliss forcing its way through her. She cried out.

  His movement increased in pace again but each stroke landed harder and harder until he joined her and bellowed through his own release.

  Sometime later, they lay cuddled in each other’s arms.

  “We’re really going to elope?” She dragged her touch around his collarbone.

  “We are.” He brushed her hair from her shoulder. “Pick the date and I’ll clear my schedule.”

  “We’re really going to start a family?”

  “We’ll keep trying until we have as many as you want.”

  She got up on her elbow. Her cheeks hurt from the force of her smile. “I want two.” She put a hand over his mouth. “Wait, make that three.”

  He pulled her hand away. “Three it is.”

  The End

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