“It was so good, I feel like I’m still coming. Touch me, Jake. Feel how much I’m throbbing.”
I groaned as she caught hold of my hand, pressing it inside the waistband of those ridiculously oversize sweatpants. I was aroused almost past the point of control. “We didn’t use anything.” How was I managing to be responsible, let alone coherent, when my fingertips were sliding through soft curls and encountering slick wetness?
“I use an IUD. And in the Squad we are scrupulously clean. We get three monthly checks and our partners have to be safe. No condom, no sex. Doesn’t matter if you are a president or a prince.” Her eyelids fluttered closed as my fingers found her swollen clit and rubbed. “You’re so big, Jake. Felt like you were tearing me in two.”
My already hard cock swelled at her words, demanding release from the confines of my jeans. I ignored it. For now. “I’m clean.” It was true. My rare, anonymous sexual encounters were always rubber-sheathed.
I watched Inge’s face in fascination. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted. Her hips lifted in time with the movement of my fingers. “All that raw power inside me, Jake. Filling me, pounding into me, taking me...whether I wanted you or not. Oh, God. Yes.” Her eyelids lifted and those lovely eyes were slightly glazed as they stared up at me. Sliding a finger inside her, I felt her muscles clenching and unclenching around me. I had done that. Made her lose control. The feeling of triumph was overwhelming.
I could gaze into those eyes forever. Lose myself in their depths. More green than gray right at this moment.
As her eyelids fluttered down, reality kicked in with a vengeance. She was my captive. I’d sworn I was stronger than this, that I would be able to maintain the barriers, keep my distance. Yet here I was, with my finger inside her slippery heat, staring at her in utter enchantment. Somehow, I had to find that separation. I wasn’t letting go of these feelings, but I had to be her captor as well. Could I do it?
Of course I could. Inge might be every man’s fantasy—no matter the flavor—but the job hadn’t changed. My orders were the same, and I would carry them out with my usual unswerving efficiency.
“It would be a good idea to kiss me about now.” That throaty voice contained a note of laughter.
Kissing. I could do that. Wanted to. And I was getting better at it. Her mouth was so soft, so delicate, yet it gave me back everything I wanted. Her lips opened exactly the way I needed them to. Her tongue caressed mine so sweetly it made me moan. Her hands tangled in my hair and held me to her as though she couldn’t get enough of me. When my undamaged hand slipped under her clothing and found her breast, she arched into me, pushing her diamond-hard nipple into my palm.
When I lifted my head, Inge’s expression was puzzled. “You’re looking at me as though you’ve just won a prize.”
“Maybe I have.” I laughed self-consciously. “I’m twenty-six years old and, until today, I had never made a woman come.”
Chapter Ten
Inge
I wasn’t fooling myself that sex had brought about a change in our relationship. Jake was allowing me to move around the bunker more freely, but I figured this was another mind game. Or another fantasy.
Having stepped out of the shower, I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I looked exactly the same. How was that possible? The past few hours had tilted my life off course, changed everything I thought I knew about myself, yet the same person was staring back at me. No, I shook my head. Just because you have had to re-think who you are sexually, it doesn’t mean your whole character is altered. Why couldn’t I convince myself of that? Why did I feel this unshakable tie to Jake? Yes, he jolted me right to my core, instantly drenching my underwear...except, of course, I wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath this unflattering sweat suit. I only had to glance his way to experience an overwhelming desire to be pinned down and pounded. But just because my clenching cunt muscles had decided he was the only man to fill them, did that have to mean there was a deeper connection between us?
I didn’t have time for all this soul searching. Jake might be responsible for the insistent, thrilling pulsing in my vulva—something no other man had ever made me feel, something I wished I could explore—but he was my captor. I still had to find a way out of here.
No further mention had been made of Ricky, but I knew it was only a matter of time. Sex seemed to have brought a new rapport in its wake and Jake had allowed me to shower alone. Wrapped in a towel, I was making a heroic effort to do something with my wild mane of hair when Jake’s reflection appeared behind me in the mirror. His eyes were fixed on my face and I could sense his arousal. It filled the air between us. It’s not just me. He feels it too, this overwhelming, constant, thrumming need.
Without speaking, he slid one hand under the towel, up the inside of my thighs. The other moved to grip the back of my neck, pushing my face against the glass as his fingers probed roughly between my legs. His touch ignited an instant fire and I whimpered. My entire body was begging for his possession. Releasing me, Jake spun me around to face him.
“Undo my belt and jeans.” His voice rasped in my ear as he bit and licked his way down my neck.
The towel pooled at my feet and his teeth found my nipple, tugging at it. I arched backward over the sink, darts of pleasure shooting from the tip of my breast to my clit. My whole body quivered in time with the heated beat of the blood through my veins. My fingers fumbled with his belt, then the button on his jeans and finally his zipper. Eagerly I reached inside, freeing him. Holding him in my hands, I glanced down. My breath froze in my throat as I exulted in the glory of his steel-hard erection. He was a magnificent sight. My mouth watered and I looked up at him, licking my lips.
“If you do exactly as I say, I’ll let you suck it next time.” He must have read my mind. “Turn around and place your hands either side of the mirror. Keep still.”
Shivering with anticipation, I followed his instructions. I could see my face in the mirror, with Jake’s reflection over my shoulder. His hand came up and he pressed his fingers into the column of my throat. His touch was an erotic brand on my flesh. I felt the blood drumming in my ears and remained obediently still.
This was another fantasy. We were going to act out something else that was inside his head.
“Where are we?” His eyes flared brighter at the question, acknowledging his appreciation of my acceptance.
“Nightclub restroom.”
His cock was huge, pressing between the tightness of my ass cheeks. My hunger to have him buried deep inside me was out of control, but I wanted to play along, to deepen that fervor I could see in his eyes. God help me, I want to drive him a little wilder. Make him lose control. My need for him was mind-destroying in its intensity.
“Who are you?”
“Security.” His voice was a harsh rasp against the side of my neck.
“And I am?” His hips jerked, forcing me hard into the rim of the sink.
“Cheap little slut. Short skirt, no bra. Flaunting everything you’ve got, making sure you get the attention of every guy in the place.” I watched his eyes flare in the mirror. “Well, you’ve sure got my attention.”
I threw myself into the role. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing following me in here? I’ll get you fired—”
Jake’s hand tightened convulsively on my throat as he slammed my face up against the mirror. Even in the heat of the moment, I sensed his hesitation. Knew he was afraid of going too far.
“Do we need a safe word?” My voice was hoarse, restricted by his grip on my throat muscles.
“I won’t listen. I don’t do safe.”
“There must be something I could say that would stop you.” The feel of him pressing up against me was torturing me, driving me to the point of insanity. I needed him to fill the aching void between my legs. But I could see the fear in his eyes.
Fear that this forbidden game might tip over into something more dangerous.
“If I hurt you, call me Mabono.” His lips twisted into a bitter grimace. “That will stop me.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on his, seeing the fear melt away to be replaced by dark, glittering need. His hand on my throat tightened again. It was painful, but not impossibly so. The hold of a man intent on teaching a lesson to the girl who had shunned him? Overlooked him in favor of the guys with money and designer clothes? Was that something Jake had experienced?
I returned to the game. “Why don’t you let me go now and we can pretend this never happened?” The husky, wheedling note in my voice wasn’t difficult to achieve when I was close to choking.
Jake laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant sound. “I’ll let you go after your tight little pussy has come around my hot, hard cock.”
His other hand caught hold of my hair, dragging it into a rough ponytail at my nape and tugging my head back. The pulse pounding in my throat beat in time with the one in my cunt. I couldn’t stand this need, this desperate longing that was coursing through me. If I didn’t feel him inside me right now, I might just die. Jake stepped in closer behind me, using his body to keep me in place. Pressing the head of his cock up against my opening, he held it there, just inside me, tormenting me with the knowledge of what was to come. He kept his eyes on mine in the mirror. Then he smiled and one powerful lunge of his hips seated him fully inside me. I gave a broken moan at the riot of sensation he forced into me at the same time he drove his cock into me. I used my hands on the wall to steady myself as my body lurched into the edge of the sink and my face bounced off the mirror.
I felt the slow pressure of his thick shaft stretching me. His bulging head pushed my sensitive walls apart and lodged, tight and hard. As deep and high as it could get. Jake held still, letting me feel him there, throbbing against me until I wanted to scream with the force of the explosion building within me.
“How does that feel? Not so easy to ignore me now, is it?” He let go of my hair, moving his hand down, delving between my buttocks until he found the puckered opening of my back passage. His middle finger slipped inside. “Even harder now.”
I moaned harshly, my breath panting as my cunt tightened on his shaft while my anus gripped his finger. He pumped himself into me, adding another finger to mimic the movements of his cock. I could see in the mirror that he was leaning back, watching his body driving into mine. I pushed back against him, trying to writhe in his hold. My cunt was starting to pulse already and Jake’s grip on my throat increased at the same time.
As he held me close to unconsciousness, every sensation was heightened. The look on Jake’s face told me how much he craved his domination of me. That he was going to have me any way he wanted. He was in charge, no matter what. I had never seen myself as submissive, but handing over control to him was the ultimate turn-on. My muscles clenched around him in a series of wild climaxes. Every thick, hard thrust into me triggered another brutal spasm. I squirmed wildly, trying to break free of him. It was too much. Impaled on his cock and his fingers, close to asphyxiation, I was dying with pleasure.
Just as it became unbearable, Jake speared me one last time. A final explosive orgasm tore through my body, crashing like a tidal wave, pulling me under until I was almost drowning. My cunt muscles tightened around the cock embedded inside me. I felt his rock-hard erection jerk, felt Jake’s whole body shudder. His come spurted high and hot and he groaned, resting his head in the curve of my neck.
When I was finally able to speak, I met his eyes in the mirror. “Same time tomorrow night?”
Jake’s laughter shook us both as he pulled out of me. Just as I was congratulating myself at having closed some of the distance between us, he swung me around, gripping my upper arms.
“How much would that have cost if I was paying Seduction Squad rates, Inge?”
I gave him my standard answer. “The Signora takes care of the business side of things.”
His lips twisted into something close to a smile. “Let me guess. I couldn’t afford you, and I’m not important enough to need your services anyway.”
This downward trend wasn’t the direction I wanted the mood to take. I searched around for a way to keep him distracted from his mission, and to maintain our growing closeness.
“Thank you for the shower.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, that wasn’t for your benefit. It was for mine.” The smile faded. “Get dressed. I’m still waiting for some answers from you.”
He released me. Fixing his clothing, he strode from the room. Although his temper had darkened, I allowed myself a glimmer of hope. So Jake didn’t like the idea that my role in the Squad put me out of his reach? I had gotten under his skin a tiny bit. It was a small victory, but an important one. Maybe it was too early to start celebrating, but my plan was moving in the right direction.
Chapter Eleven
Jake
“What does Mabono mean?” There was a table in the tiny kitchen and we sat at it, eating spaghetti straight from the can.
I paused. That word. Instantly, I was transported back to the red-and-gold sandstone hills and the sun-washed grasslands. Images flashed through my mind. Of the Limpopo River with its lining of sycamore figs and fever trees, where the antelope came to quench their thirst. Of a people who faced hardship with a smile and a song. Of my homeland, destroyed by cruel men who used race as an excuse to fuel their ambitions. I could never remember the scent of the jacaranda trees without also recalling the stench of the flames, the sweat, the shit and the blood.
I had never told anyone about that time. Could I tell Inge? Could I watch the warm light in those lovely eyes fade and become cold when she knew what I was, what I’d done? “It is a Shona word, the language of Zimbabwe. It means ‘white trash.’”
Inge looked shocked. “I could never call you that, even if you hurt me.”
I shrugged. “It’s what they called me.”
“Who were ‘they,’ Jake?”
I tried to lift my can of soda to my lips, but my hand shook so much I couldn’t manage it. “They called themselves the War Veterans. They were the gangs who enforced Mugabe’s land redistribution policy.”
Inge frowned as though trying to capture a memory. “I don’t know much about what happened in Zimbabwe, but wasn’t that the plan to take the land back from the white farmers?”
I supposed in her job an understanding of world affairs proved useful. Even so, I was impressed at her knowledge, and her willingness to talk about it. Most people steered clear of the subject of Zimbabwe in case they were labeled racist. I nodded. “My father was a white farmer and my mother was a Shona.” My throat felt raw, as though I had gargled with broken glass. That simple sentence didn’t come close to explaining my life. My idyllic childhood. The parents who loved me. Loved each other. Our joyful family home. The big rambling farmhouse... All of it ripped apart because of that unforgiving political decision.
Inge’s eyes glowed bright with understanding. “It must have been hard for you to have parents from two different cultures.”
“It wasn’t. Not until the War Vets came.” I closed my eyes. “They called themselves veterans, but most weren’t old enough to have taken part in Zimbabwe’s struggle for independence. They were thugs, out for what they could get. I was ten when they came to take our farm.”
I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t talk about it. Getting to my feet, I gathered up the empty cans and the forks we had been using. Staring into the sink, I gazed down at my hands, not seeing the faucet, the gushing water. Not seeing anything. My mind refused to function.
Inge came up behind me, sliding her arms around my waist and pressing her cheek between my shoulder blades. Positive human contact wasn’t something I understood, yet her touch felt warming. This must be what normal people did. They did empath
y. Tuned in to each other’s emotions and knew how to make things better. Yet how could Inge feel any sort of connection to me when I was the person who had captured and abused her? More than anything, I wanted to ask her that question. My lips parted in preparation, but the words never came. You can’t trust her. The words might have been in my head, but they were spoken in the voice of the commander. She will do anything she can to get out of here. Fuck you senseless. Make you think she’s on your side. Snatch up that fork and jab it in your eye.
“I’m not going to pretend to know what it was like for you. But I do know what it feels like to lose everything as a child.” She didn’t sound like someone who was thinking of stabbing me in the eye. I moved the forks just the same.
I gripped her hands, holding them against my waist, using her to ground myself in the present. “I had two older sisters. The War Veterans made me and my father watch while they raped my mother and sisters. Then they killed them all, my father as well.” I drew in a ragged breath. “It wasn’t quick. They took me with them. They had a group of us, young boys they had captured. They forced us to do things. To them and to each other, as well as to the families whose homes we raided.”
“Don’t.” Inge was shaking so violently her tremors vibrated through my body as well as her own. “Don’t torture yourself with this.”
I turned to face her. “I don’t need to say it out loud to torture myself with it.” I pressed a finger to my forehead. “It’s with me, Inge. In here. All the time.”
She kept hold of the front of my shirt. “Have you had any help with that?”
“No one can help me.” She opened her mouth to protest, and I continued swiftly before she could speak. “To the whites I was Kaffir, the worst name you can call a black person. To the Shona, I was Mabono, the worst name you can call a white person. I never fitted in. Not ever.”
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