by Wendy Stone
There was a lot of pleasure building up inside her, and she wrapped her arm tightly around his neck. He pushed her back in the small alcove right before the steps and crowded close. More than eager to taste his mouth, to give in to his passion and show him some of hers, she moved closer too. His mustache and beard tickled her lips, and she moaned in pleasure, using her fingers to investigate the wiry softness.
When he finally lifted his head, Lexi was full of pleasure-heat. His kisses sent her head spinning, his taste was addictive. “What?”
“Upstairs?” he whispered in her ear. “I want you up there and naked, waiting for me in my bed.”
She felt a thrill of pleasure, more at the tone of his words than at what he was actually saying. He brooked no arguments, his commands were meant to be obeyed. “Yes, sir,” she answered, and then turned and headed up the stairs. Going into his bedroom, she began to take her clothes off, slowing only once when she began to pull off her underwear.
“What in the hell am I doing?” She sank down on the side of the bed, reaching down for the sweatshirt she’d pulled on earlier. “Am I going to just do what he says? This could mark the end of my career.” She was still sitting on the side of the bed, wearing nothing but her underwear, still undecided, when he opened the bedroom door.
“Oh, Lexi, I’m so disappointed in you.”
She rose, pulling the sweatshirt back over her head and letting it fall over her hips. “I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, Gabe, but I’m not one of those women who get off on being told what to do. I’m a United States Marshal, and I’ve had to learn to listen only to myself or to my partner. I don’t play these games. I don’t know how to.” She scooped up her sweat pants and headed for the door, only stopping when he called her name.
“Lexi...come here.”
His tone once more brooked no argument, and he stood calmly, assuredly, waiting for her to do what he said.
She felt her feet hesitate, and then she turned back toward him. She stood in front of him, staring up at him. “I won’t play these games, Gabe.”
“This isn’t a game, Lexi. I’m giving you something you’ve always wanted.”
“What’s that?” She didn’t even flinch when his hand came down lightly over her arm.
“A man who isn’t afraid to tell you what to do, who expects your complete obedience and no argument. Go to your knees, Lexi.”
“What makes you think I want something like that?” she argued even as she felt her knees begin to shake. She was fighting not only him, but herself, because some of what he was saying was the truth. She’d always searched for a man like Gabe, a man who was strong enough to do what he wanted, to be who he had to be and to make her into what he wanted. Now that he was there, she was almost terrified to give in to him.
“Lexi, I said I want you on your knees...now.”
She dropped down, the sweat pants flying out of her hands to land on the floor.
“Now tell me how sorry you are, Lexi.”
“Sorry.” She narrowed her eyes as she stared up at him. “For what?”
He shook his head, letting his fingers form a temple under his chin. “For forcing me to tell you to do something more than once; that would usually be cause for punishment.”
“Punishment? What kind of punishment?”
“Oh, I have no doubt you’ll push me into the punishment phases very quickly, Lexi. They’ll be explained more thoroughly when you’ve managed to warrant one. For now, though, let’s see if you’ve learned anything. Pull down my sweats.”
She stared at the bulge that pushed out the front of his sweats. It was a respectable size, and she wanted little more than to expose it to her eyes. She reached out slowly, her fingers finding and digging into the waistband before tugging it out and down, his cock coming up to slap against his muscled belly. “Oh,” she sighed, smelling the aroma of his arousal.
She couldn’t take her gaze off it. She wanted to touch it, her body screaming for her to lean forward and get a taste. She wondered if she’d be able to hold it in her mouth, or if it would be too big to fit. She looked up at him, waiting for his next order.
“Very good, Lexi.” He stepped out of the sweats, leaving them on the floor as he walked back over to the bed. He lay on his back, looking over at her before he wiggled his fingers in invitation.
She didn’t protest; instead, she scurried over to him. “Take off the shirt, Lexi,” he ordered, grabbing the bottom hem and pulling it up and off over her head. It was dropped, forgotten, over the edge of the bed. Kneeling next to him, she wore nothing but a silky bra that only covered half of her sweet mounds. She also wore a thong that matched the dark purple of her bra.
She flinched when Gabe ran his finger along the edge of her thong, letting it snap back against her stomach. “Very pretty, Lexi. Take them off.”
“Take them...”
“Off, yes, Lexi. Take them off.”
She knew the look in her eyes let him know he’d won. She moved slowly, but it didn’t take long before she was stepping out of the thong and taking off her bra, planning on dropping them on top of her sweatshirt. He stopped her.
“No, Lexi, bring them here.”
She held the garments in one clenched hand. She climbed back onto the bed, her naked body soft and satiny looking in what little sunlight came in through the closed blinds. “Now what?”
* * * *
“Wrap the thong around my cock, Lexi.” He groaned as he felt her tiny fingers moving over the raging meat of his staff. The silky material felt almost too good as she took his silk-wrapped rod into her hand and began jacking it. There was just something very kinky about having a woman, completely naked, willing to do his every whim. She had her back turned to him now, and he took advantage of her position.
He slid his fingers between her thighs and heard her gasp as he slowly pushed one long digit deep inside her wet pussy. He used his thumb to find her clit and began to torture her. His touch was too light, and she pressed further down against him. He heard her cry out.
The cry was one of frustration, and it made him smile. He gave her what she wanted, pushing inside her, rubbing his thumb in tight circles around her clit. He found the small patch of roughened flesh inside her cunt and heard her cry out once more.
“Is it good?” he asked.
She didn’t answer right away. Her hand was still circling his penis using the smoothness of her thong, still wet from her juices, to jack him off. When he reached out, slapping her bare ass with his palm, she jumped. “Yes, it’s good.”
“It’s good?”
* * * *
Lexi gasped. She didn’t think he’d take this game so far and even now, when her body seemed so close to exploding, and the thought of him moving his hand away made her growl, she couldn’t say that word. She bit her lip, glaring up at him and wanting nothing more than to slap him when he began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she growled.
“You are, pet. I’d never force you to call me Master. You can call me whatever you want, as long as it’s respectful.”
“Gabe, you can be a huge dick sometimes.” She decided to give him some of his own and pulled her thong from his body. Before he could protest, she licked her way up the side of his dick, swirling her tongue around the wide tip. She took all of him that she could, and she knew he felt her gag.
He reached down, pushing her hair around her ear and over her head, giving him the perfect vision of her mouth filling with his cock. It was obviously erotically stimulating, watching a woman with Lexi’s beauty and class face fuck herself with his prick. “Oh yeah, pet. Keep that up.”
He was hot and heavy in her mouth, the taste of him bitter and salty. She couldn’t get enough. She wanted to force him to get off in her mouth, to fuck him until he realized who the boss was in this relationship. He used his free hand to stroke her hair and then went to the back of her head, beginning to guide her strokes until he was fucking up into her mouth, going deeper and deeper.
“I’m going to cum,” he growled, his hand shaking. “Swallow it, baby. Swallow all of it.”
Spurt after spurt of his hot cum jetted into her mouth, and she swallowed every bit, running her tongue over his shaft to be sure she hadn’t missed a drop. She let his cock pop out of her mouth and her head fell to rest against his thigh, his fingers moving ever faster inside her. “Please,” she rasped, her body beginning to shake as it got closer and closer to her own orgasm. “Gabe, make me cum.”
She felt him lift her and slid her head up from his thigh, his soft cock now in front of her face. He parted her thighs, drawing her down so she straddled his face. The first long, slow tickle of his tongue had her moaning and wanting more. “God, Gabe, do it, please, do it, baby. Make me cum.”
He searched her soft folds, lapping at the sweetness of her juices. He found her clit, capturing it in his teeth, using his tongue to tease her to madness. She placed her hands on his sides to help her sit up, and then she was grinding against his chin, crying out every time his tongue brushed over her clit.
It hit her like a freight train, suddenly, unexpectedly, plowing her until she fell against his stomach. She couldn’t catch her breath, she couldn’t move. It was the hardest she’d ever cum, and even as she fought her lungs for air, she wondered when they would be able to do this again.
“Gabe—”
There was a pounding on the door, and she moved so he wouldn’t sound muffled. He let her move, but not out of his arms or out of his bed. “Yeah,” he called. She was grateful he remembered to lock the bedroom door when they’d come in.
“We need to speak to you and Lexi. As soon as possible, okay?”
Chapter Six
They walked down the stairs together, Gabe’s arm wrapped negligently around Lexi’s neck. To anyone watching it looked as if she was helping him down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, she sat him down on a chair, scowling at him when he acted as if he were going to pull her down on his lap.
“So what’s the problem, Jack?” She went to the cupboard and pulled down a cup, pouring coffee that didn’t look like motor oil this time. She took a sip before she got down another cup and poured more coffee into it, turning to hand it to Gabe.
“You’ll be moved this afternoon.”
She turned, raising one eyebrow Jack’s way. “Where?”
“Lavender Heights,” Jack said, naming a ritzy suburb of Monroe City. “You know the house, Lexi. It’s the one we got in that drug bust a couple of months ago. The marshals have requisitioned it, and we finally got the go ahead. You two should be pretty well set up there.”
“The Traegers run that section of town,” Gabe said, setting down his cup with a bang. “You’re putting us in the lion’s den.”
“You’ll be safe,” Luke said. “We wouldn’t put one of our own in danger, if there was anyway to help it, Gabe.”
“No, Gabe, wait. He’s right. Putting us in Lavender Heights is the best thing to do. Where would they be least likely to look for us, but right under their noses? It makes the most sense.” Lexi glanced over at Gabe and watched as he finally nodded.
“Fine, I’ll go along with you. How are you getting us there?”
Jack looked at Luke who turned and looked at Molly, who threw her hands up in the air. “You two are fucking wimps, you know that?” Taking a deep breath, she turned toward her boss. “You’ll be riding in the cargo space in the SUV. We will be taking you from garage to garage so you won’t be in anyone’s line of sight. It may not be the most comfortable ride, but it will keep you both safe.”
“Makes sense to me,” Lexi said, sipping her coffee. She turned around and found the box of doughnuts she knew Luke would have stopped to get and pulled out a custard-filled, chocolate-topped doughnut. Taking the box to Gabe, she set it down on the table in front of him and tore a sheet off the roll of paper towels, and then sank down in the seat next to him and looked up at Luke and Molly.
“Does anyone know who the man was that broke into the office and jumped out an eighth-storey window without leaving a trace? I mean, that was an impressive maneuver, and I would love to know how he managed it.” She began picking apart the doughnut, tearing off small pieces and eating them.
“No signs of blood or body matter anywhere, Lexi. I watched this documentary on television about the damage it does to bodies and at what distance would most likely be fatal. Our guy should have been smashed into the concrete, and his brain popped out of his skull. He should have been little more than mush.”
“However, we know he isn’t, because mush doesn’t usually get up and walk away. Any strange fingerprints? I mean, he was looking in the filing room. It had to be where he was coming from when I heard him.”
“We got prints, but no details. They look like he was wearing extra-fine-grained leather gloves.” Molly went to her briefcase, opening it and pulling out a file. She handed it to her boss. It was a lot easier letting her read about the crime scene than answering the hundred and one questions she would have about it.
“So we have absolutely no idea who it was that broke into my office. I could be stuck in a safe house when there is no reason for me to be there.” Lexi stared blankly down at the papers until Jack slid another file under her nose. She opened it and read the top report. “My apartment too? Did they take anything?”
“A few files, a couple of pieces of jewelry. There was more out-and-out damage done, Lexi, than a true robbery. It’s like they ransacked the place to hide what they really wanted to take. Did you have anything there that was pertinent to this case or any of your others?”
“No. Any work I take home gets put back in my briefcase when I get done with it. I haven’t been home enough recently to even open my briefcase. They took my grandmother’s locket?” The thought of other peoples’ hands in her possession made her nauseous, and she dropped the rest of her doughnut onto her napkin, pushing it away from the files while she took a long hard look at what had been taken from her apartment. “My dad’s lighter?” Each thing she read about made her more upset until Jack finally took the file away from her.
“You’re insured, right?”
“That’s not the point, Jack.” She got up and paced around the room, growling when someone stepped into her path. “The things they took held sentimental value. How do you put a price tag on a lighter that I got for my dad fifteen years ago? He even lost it in the woods one winter and the next spring found it near his deer blind. My grandma’s locket held pictures of my grandparents and a tiny lock of hair that was from her head. Those are the only pictures I have of them.”
She spun in a circle and looked around. “I’m going upstairs.”
* * * *
“We’ll get you up in time for the move, Lexi,” Luke called. “Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this upset.”
“She’s never been put into the position of being one of her own protections,” Jack said softly. “This case is going to tear her up inside. She’ll either get through it or she’ll find a new line of work when this is over with. I know she’s had offers from the FBI and the NSA.”
Gabe sat listening to the agents talk, learning more about Lexi than he found out from her in a year. When he finally rose from the table, Luke and Molly glanced at him as if they’d forgotten he was there. “Stay away from the windows,” Molly called when he went into the living room.
Gabe waved his hand at her and sat on the couch, hunting for the remote. He finally found it and turned on the news. The top story was the car bombing across the plaza from the justice building. They showed a picture of Lexi when she was a lot younger and more carefree. He wished he’d known her then, before the stress from her job had gotten to her.
Jack walked into the living room and sat down across from him just as they were giving a list of all the good works Lexi had done in her life. They gave out the time for her funeral and the location.
Gabe looked at Jack. “Is this another ploy to find out who is after her?”
Jack nodded. “He hasn’t found what he wants yet, and he’ll keep looking for it unless we can stop him first. I know Lexi’s upset about the things they took, but she will realize one day that’s all they were; just things. Her life is so much more important than a keepsake. It will just take time. How are you holding up?”
“Green pastures,” he said. “Did anyone find out if Teri Milner was okay? She was Tony’s mistress and a pretty tough girl.”
“Teri Milner? I haven’t heard anything about her.” Jack pulled out a cell phone and dialed in a number. When it was answered, he didn’t identify himself, just asked the question. “Do we have a twenty on a Teri Milner? She could be tied to the Traeger case.” He listened intently for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“No, I’m not doubting you. I just need to know you are sure about this.”
Gabe’s eyes widened as he watched Jack. His heart was thundering in his chest, and he could feel the sweat starting to bead across his forehead. When Jack hung up the phone, he didn’t say anything for a moment.
“What’s your relationship with this Teri Milner?”
“She’s a friend, Jack. I used to get calls from her when Tony couldn’t call me directly because his family was around. Teri was...is a good person.”
“Teri Milner was the person who set Tony Blandon and his entire family up to be killed, Gabe. She sent out the call that let them know the family was in the house. You were just a bit of a bonus.”
Gabe sat forward, dropping his head into his hands. “No,” he growled. “She wasn’t like that. She loved Tony, and she was one of my best friends. She wouldn’t set us all up to die...she just wouldn’t!” He got up and began pacing, one arm wrapped against his ribs.
He was working the problem over in his head. He could feel the tension in his shoulders and the anger in his step. He barely looked up when Lexi came into the room.