“Oh, Jake.” Her voice was a broken sigh. I watched her face carefully for a sign that she was acting. If she was, then she was very, very good. All I could see was genuine sympathy. But wasn’t that exactly what the commander had warned me about? She hadn’t risen to the top of her profession by being an amateur. At anything she did.
“We need a new safe word.” Her voice became brisk. “I am not calling you that horrible name.”
My lips twitched. High drama to amusement in one sentence. I had to hand it to Inge. She didn’t do predictable. “You choose. When it comes to sex, I’m never going to tell you to stop.”
“Ruby.” She said it without hesitation.
I regarded her with a touch of bemusement. I twined one of her shining, flame-colored curls around my finger. “Ruby as in red? Like the stop signal?”
“And the jewel. Or the girl’s name.” Her face was serious as she lifted it to mine. “I have a proposition for you.”
“One that may require the use of your new safe word?” I tugged her closer.
She shook her head. “Not yet, although we can try that out later. No, this is about Ricky.” I regarded her intently. “I won’t tell you where his headquarters are.”
“Inge...” She needed to understand we weren’t entering into negotiations about this.
She pressed a finger to my lips. “Hear me out. What do you intend to do when you find him?”
“That doesn’t concern you.” I didn’t like the way this conversation was going. Didn’t want to think about what would happen when we left here, when she was no longer in my control. “As long as you finish it with a bullet to the head.”
“You’re going to kill him, right?”
I sighed. “That’s the plan.” No use pretending Villacruz was going to walk away unscathed.
“Okay.” She seemed to reach a decision within herself. “Here’s the deal. I won’t tell you where he lives... I’ll take you there instead.”
I kept my eyes fixed on her face, reading only steely determination in her expression. “I sense there’s more to your proposition.”
Inge nodded grimly. “I’ll take you there as long as you agree to let me stand beside you when you kill him. I want to be sure that bastard is really dead.”
Chapter Twelve
Inge
“It used to be too dangerous to land planes here, so they had to move the airport.” I was unable to conceal my excitement as we buckled our seat belts in preparation for landing. “Those are the Antisana, Cotopaxi and Cayambe volcanoes. Quito sits in a valley cupped by their peaks and, if the pilots got it wrong, the mountains were unforgiving.”
Jake’s breath was warm on my cheek as he leaned across me to look out the window. “Sounds like you love this place.”
I turned so abruptly that his lips lightly brushed my cheek. That tiny touch sent a jolt of tingling electricity straight to my clit, making me draw in a sudden breath. Jake’s eyes darkened, telling me he knew exactly what I was feeling.
“It’s the most beautiful city in the world.” I gasped out the words, proud that I’d managed to string together a coherent sentence.
My nipples strained against the tight-fitting T-shirt I wore. Who would have thought I’d miss those baggy, all-concealing sweat suits? We had stopped on the way to the airport to buy some respectable clothing. Luckily, I always kept my passport with me and it was in the purse I’d been carrying the night Jake had abducted me outside the hotel. When I took a moment to surreptitiously glance through the contents, I found my cell phone was missing.
Jake had laid down the ground rules for this journey before we left the bunker. “Try and get away from me and I’ll kill you. Just because your cunt is my favorite place in the whole world, don’t think I won’t do it.”
I knew he meant that statement. Both parts of it. He wanted to fuck me all the time. How did I know? Because I felt the same way about him. It hadn’t been a problem while we were in the bunker. We had been wrapped in our own erotic concrete world, able to indulge any wild fantasy that seized us. Once we returned to civilization? I couldn’t help wondering how we were going to cope with this near obsession that was burning us up. How were we going to deal with the constant urge to rip off each other’s clothes and consume each other’s bodies?
Even on this flight we had spent the whole time in a haze of tormented touches and glances, driving each other crazy with unspoken promises of what we were going to do just as soon as we hit our hotel bedroom.
As for killing me? I knew he meant that too. Not if I get to you first, Jake. It works both ways. You might be the most fuckable, lickable specimen of masculinity I have ever encountered. But me against you? Wits against brawn? No contest. I would get him hard and then show him what a true professional could do.
Once we had landed, passed through immigration and collected our bags, we found a taxi to take us into the city center. The sights, sounds and smells of Quito buzzed through my veins like a beloved memory come to life. The beautiful colonial architecture, with its dramatic backdrop of snowy volcanic peaks. The scent of bus fumes, cigarette smoke and food from the stalls of street vendors. The sounds of traffic and music from the bars spilling out onto the evening streets. The city was alive, and that life beat in time with my heart.
“The altitude is a killer.” I turned my head to look at Jake and found him attempting to incinerate me with his eyes. “It makes you so tired everything becomes an effort.”
“I won’t be too tired to fuck you into oblivion as soon as I get you alone.”
I nearly came there and then at the words and the look on his face. I guessed it was going to be a long, memorable night.
Jake acknowledged my reddened face and elevated breathing with a slight smile. “Remind me of the plan.”
I did my best to adjust to the change from searing lust to cool efficiency. “Ricky doesn’t live in Quito itself. Like many wealthier Ecuadorians, he has moved out of the city and taken up residence in the commuter town of Cumbayá in the Tumbaco Valley. It’s a half-hour bus journey from the center of Quito.”
“So we just turn up at his house?” He leaned back in the corner of the seat, watching me.
“No. I’ll call him, tell him I’m in town. He’ll invite me over.”
“You sound very sure.”
I felt my lips thin into an expression of distaste. “I am sure.” I knew Ricky. As soon as he heard my voice he would be panting to get his hands on me. “Once I’ve arranged to meet him, we’ll get the bus to Cumbayá. When we get there, I’ll tell you how to get into Ricky’s house.”
“Can’t you tell me now, Inge?” He placed a hand over his heart, sounding hurt. “Don’t you trust me?”
The cab pulled up outside our hotel. “About as much as you trust me, Jake.”
I wondered how much the shadowy figure called the commander knew about the real Seduction Squad. Whoever that person was, he had the power to intensify the pain in the shadows of Jake’s golden eyes. When I was fighting for my life, that shouldn’t bother me...but it did. I had to see Jake as another job. That was what I kept telling myself. I had been in many dangerous situations, but none as extreme as this. I had a plan. A very ambitious one. If it worked, I would be free, not just of Jake, but also of Ricky. As Jake grabbed my hand and hauled me out of the cab, I tried to focus on that and not on the perfect storm of lust that was powering through my body.
Chapter Thirteen
Jake
I had left the choice of hotel to Inge. By the time we got there, I was so fucking desperate to get inside her I’d have taken a room in the worst shit hole in the city. I knew Inge could sense my impatience as she checked us in. The desk clerk invited us to notice the architectural elegance and boutique features, while Inge was only too aware she was in danger of being stripped naked and
thrown over the reception desk. That would have given the desk clerk something to think of other than the mosaic he seemed keen to point out.
When we reached the room, I kicked the door shut and tossed the luggage down. Unzipping my jeans, I separated the two sides of the material, finally releasing my erection from the confines of my underwear. My cock had been straining to get at Inge since we left that fucking bunker. I was half-crazy with the need for release. I had a serious new addiction and I needed my next fix.
“Undress and get over here.”
“You’re very bossy.” Her smile was teasing as she stripped down to her underwear.
“And you love it.” I jacked my cock with one long, slow stroke, loving the way her eyes widened as she watched me. “I can get a hell of a lot bossier.”
“Really?” I took the question and the laughter in her eyes as a challenge.
Moving closer, I ran my fingers up her arms, pushing her bra straps off her shoulders and reaching behind her to undo the clasp. It fell to the floor and I kicked it aside. As I moved my fingers back down her arms, I brushed my thumbs across her breasts. The action caused the pulse in her throat to beat out of control. I swear she was holding her breath. The sparkling look in her eyes told me she was anticipating my next move with a mixture of excitement and fear. I didn’t want to disappoint her.
I slid my hand down her body, pausing when my fingertips were just inside the elastic of her lace panties. Inge grasped my hand, urging me to continue and I shook my head. “Being bossy, I’m in charge. I get to do the touching. You are not allowed to touch me. Understand?”
She let go of my hand. There was a hint of a pout on her lips. “Okay.”
I moved the elastic down her hips and her panties followed the rest of her clothing to the floor. She was quivering all over now and I was having a hard time restraining myself. I wanted to obey the promptings of my throbbing cock and throw her down on the bed, but this new game was too enticing. Teasing her, seeing the mingled look of apprehension and longing on her face, was all too tempting. Too erotic. Keeping us both pulsing with need was just too delicious to resist.
I brushed my lips lightly over hers, but as soon as she opened for me I withdrew. Inge moaned in frustration as I backed her up against the wall. Continuing down her body with my lips, I gently touched her throat, then her collarbone. Her nipples were rock-hard and I brushed them lightly with my lips, then flicked them with my tongue. Inge convulsed, arching her back away from the wall. The scent of her arousal almost broke my resolve. Almost, but not quite.
Kneeling in front of her, I worked my way down over the soft flesh of her abdomen and across her jutting hip bones. Left to right. Slowly. Her skin was warm and supple with a texture like silk.
“Please, Jake.” Her hands came up to grasp my head.
Kneeling back on my heels, I looked up at her. “Touch me and I’ll stop.”
“You bastard.”
I grinned. “Do you want me to continue?”
With a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, she nodded. I returned to my task. Lifting her left leg, I placed it over my shoulder. Softly nuzzling her outer lips with their neatly trimmed strip of hair, I slid my tongue between them, pausing to circle her clit. Inge’s body bucked and her hips gyrated as she tried to push herself against my mouth. I gave her exactly what she wanted, burying my face in her, sucking on her clit, and driving my tongue as far into her as I could.
I devoured her, ignoring the pulsing demands of my cock, as I fucked her with my tongue and suckled her. I was drowning in the wild, wanton scent of her. Vaguely, I could hear Inge’s moans as I showed her no mercy. I ran my hands up her body and pulled on her pebbled nipples, making her cry out. When her orgasm hit, her whole body convulsed. Every muscle in her body tightened at once and she jerked away from the wall. I kept my hands on her hips to hold her in place as I drove her relentlessly on, keeping the climax going by continuing to lick her. She was like a wild thing and her hands tangled in my hair and clawed at my shoulders before I finally released her and she slid, boneless, into my arms.
I carried her over to the bed and placed her on it before shrugging out of my clothes. A quick glance around the old-fashioned room showed me what I was looking for and I moved across to the window.
“What are you doing?” Inge’s voice had a dreamy, sated quality to it.
I returned to the bed. “Organizing your punishment.”
She raised herself on her elbows, regarding me with a look of surprise. “What punishment?”
“You touched me, Inge. Even though I told you it wasn’t allowed.” I held up the thick cords that were used to tie back the curtains. “You have to be disciplined for that.”
There was a flare of interest in her eyes. I guessed her chosen career had brought more than its fair share of bondage situations her way. As I flexed the cords, I was hoping the intensity of our hunger for each other might add a new novelty to this one. I no longer questioned if Inge was faking it. She couldn’t be. I knew she needed me every bit as much as I needed her. I had felt her quaking in my arms, clenching around my cock, heard her begging me for more too many times to question whether she was genuine. Before her, I had nothing by which to measure feminine desire. Now? I knew real when I felt it.
I used one of the cords to tie her ankles together. Firm, but not so tight that it cut into her flesh. Not the way I’d restrain a torture victim, for instance. Then, as she was on her back, I pushed her knees up until they touched her chest. The sight of her, lying there, exposed to my gaze, was almost too much. I wanted to ram into her there and then. Instead, I bent my head and licked the outline of her clit hood. Inge jerked wildly, her eyes glittering like faded emeralds between half-closed lids.
“If this is a punishment, I can’t wait to feel a reward.”
I flicked her clit sharply with my forefinger and she yelped.
“We haven’t started yet.” I turned her onto her side, pulling her arms behind her.
Using another of the ties, I carefully bound her crossed wrists. Moving in place behind her, I pressed my heavy erection up against her ass. Inge wiggled slightly, causing my cock head to move between her legs, seeking her wet cunt as if it had a mind of its own and had decided to ignore my plans.
“Keep still.” I brought my hand down on her buttock in a stinging slap and the wriggling stopped. “That’s better. You need to learn to do as you’re told.”
“Teach me,” she gasped.
“I intend to.” As I spoke, I pushed my erection into her, loving the sensation of my bulging head stretching her wide, forcing its way into her tight, hot channel.
I impaled her, burying myself balls-deep in her before holding still. Inge gave a whimper and I felt her muscles tense. It must have taken every ounce of self-control she possessed not to grind her hips against me.
“Were you going to say something?” I lifted her hair and nipped the back of her neck, just enough to hurt.
“I... No...” She was shuddering violently now, need seeping out of her so strongly I could smell it.
“Good.” I pulled out, almost all the way, stopping so that only the tip of my cock was penetrating her. Without warning I slapped her hard on one cheek. “What the fuck do you think you were doing touching me when I told you not to?”
I slammed my cock all the way back in. So hard I swear she must have seen stars. I repeated the pattern over and over. Pulling out, then pounding home. Each time I drew back, I would slap her and tell her how bad she’d been.
“How dare you wriggle and try to get my cock inside you before I was ready?”
I fucked and spanked her. Nothing soft or playful. My pelvis slapped against her ass on the in-thrust and my hand came down hard as I pulled back. The sound of my skin hitting her flesh filled the room. I found a rhythm that was fast and furious. Inge moaned a
nd panted in time with each thrust. I could feel her muscles spasming around me as she climaxed wildly over and over. The way I had her trussed meant she could have been my fuck toy, my living, breathing blow-up doll. Except she wasn’t. She was Inge. My Inge. She belonged to me.
I was so hard it felt like I was ramming a massive iron rod into her. Lightning raced up and down my shaft, searing the thick ridge of flesh, driving me crazy with the need to spew out my release. As I felt my climax building, I started to swell even more.
“Fuck!” I groaned against Inge’s neck as I came.
It felt like molten lava was roaring up from my balls, through my cock and erupting out of me. My whole body convulsed with pleasure, throbbing in time with my orgasm. On and on, until I had nothing left to give and I shuddered to a halt, cradling Inge against me.
When I had recovered my breath, I slid out of her and turned Inge to face me. Her eyes were huge and her face flushed. Tenderly, I untied her and held her close, massaging the burning flesh of her buttocks.
“Are you hungry?” I whispered into her hair.
Inge choked back a laugh. “Do you mean for food?”
“We could start with that.”
“Let me shower and change and I’ll show you around Quito.” She slid from the bed. As she reached the bathroom door, she turned her head. “Maybe I should call Ricky before we go anywhere?”
I dragged my eyes from their contemplation of her long, long legs and perfect ass—made even more gorgeous by the marks of my hand branding it—to view her face. She looked troubled as she waited for my reply. Ricky Villacruz. I’d almost forgotten about him.
Chapter Fourteen
Inge
I wanted to bask in the aftermath of the mind-shattering sex, but my euphoric mood swiftly sank as I contemplated the call I had to make. Jake gave me back my cell phone and I called Ricky’s number as I ran my bath.
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