Agent of Darkness

by Gail Starbright

  As if awakened from a dream, she tried again to sit up.

  “Shh, don’t fight me,” he said.

  “I,” she whispered. She barely said anything at all, save for that one syllable, but Darvlicht easily picked up a wealth of information. His extensive training made it easy for him to hear the things that others couldn’t. In that one syllable, he’d heard confusion, shame, guilt, desire, and most importantly, resistance. She didn’t like becoming aroused by his touch. She didn’t want him to find her so wet and ready. He pressed his lips together, fighting the urge to plunge his painful erection into her sweet cunt.

  “Just,” she murmured. Just. That’s all she said, but he knew what she really wanted to say—Just fuck me. Just do it. Just bend me over and use me the way they said you would. Just rape me already and stop making me want you.

  “It’s all right,” he cooed. God, she smelled so good.

  Her wrists were still tethered to the wrought iron headboard, but unfortunately, her tiny hands were balled into fists once again. Her eyes were also closed. He gently kissed her eyebrows and blew out a soft exhale against her closed lids. She obediently responded to his silent order to open her eyes and looked up at him.

  His woman had no guise. She studied him as if uncertain what to do or say. There was no deception, no manipulation, no I’ll-give-you-sex-for-favors, the way she was supposed to say, the way she was trained to say if ever captured. It was more of a look that said, “don’t hurt me” or “please don’t hurt me much.” He tilted his head at her, always genuinely curious with that look. She was so different than…everyone. She wasn’t like the women of the empire, who only wanted the wealth and status he could give. She wasn’t like the other American spies he’d interrogated, who had so often tried to play him or manipulate him in exchange for mercy. There was something so innocent about her, something unblemished and untouched by her superiors, something that he knew, instinctively, they’d tried to eradicate but failed to do so.

  With very little effort, he managed to part her thighs before thrusting a finger, deep and forceful, into her slick channel. She inhaled sharply at the sudden invasion.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Shh, just relax.”

  In an effort to distract her, he sucked her lower lip into his mouth. Her breathing became quick and erratic, bordering on hyperventilation. If her wrists weren’t tied to the headboard, she probably would have pushed him away. He didn’t move his finger. Instead, he left his digit inserted and used his thumb to rub her clit. Finally, her breathing slowed a bit, but there was still something uneven and labored about it. He released her bottom lip and resumed his earlier ritual of kissing and licking the side of her neck. She liked that.

  When he sensed she was ready to move forward, he slid a second finger into her sheath. She swallowed hard but other than that, she didn’t react. Slowly, he dragged his fingers from her before thrusting them back in. When he sensed she was as close to acceptance as he could get her, he pulled his hand away. He rose up just a few inches, creating a small gap between their faces before he brought his hand up between them. His fingers were covered in her hot wetness and he eagerly sucked them, wanting to taste his woman. She bit her lip in response.

  “You taste good, American.”

  She blessed him with a shy smile.

  Leaning his face closer to hers, he pushed his aching erection into her tight sheath. Her ragged breath fluttered against his lips as he eased himself deeper inside her. Her tight channel was like a fist around his cock, and it took everything he had not to move right away. Instead, he cupped the side of her face with his hand. A look of slight pain flickered in her eyes, as if his sheer length and girth was almost too much for her to take. He pressed his parted lips against hers before sliding his tongue into her mouth.

  Her tongue hesitantly pushed back against his. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he began to move. He fucked her slowly and gently, which again, like so many things, he had never done before her. With his past lovers, he would usually make a point to fuck them as brutally as he could. He broke their intense kiss, wanting to keep a close eye on her for any signs of distress. Even going slow, though, he saw the slight twinges of pain. He realized this might be easier if he let her set the pace. Keeping himself inserted, he reached above them and quickly untied the ropes around her wrists.

  Rolling her slightly, he forced her on top. She was driven only by desire now and eagerly rode his flesh.

  “Try not to come too quickly, American. Try to make this last.”

  She nodded at him, obviously understanding what he meant. He wanted this to last as long as possible. She slowed her pace as his hands settled on her hips. Darvlicht focused on not coming as his woman rode him. His gaze settled on her breasts. They were creamy, white mounds, capped with small, pink areolae, and they jostled seductively as she blissfully fucked him. And her nipples…oh, fuck, they were so erect and hard-looking. He bet if he touched them, she would fucking come.

  “Touch your nipples for me.” The words were a harsh whisper.

  She obediently brought her hands up and strummed her erect nipples. A rough exhale escaped her. The action also sent her over the edge. She cried out as he felt the muscles in her cunt contract. Again, he focused on not coming. It took a great deal of effort since she felt so tight and good around his cock, but he wanted to spend as much time inserted in her as he could. It placated his dominate urges more than a quick and easy release.

  Spent and exhausted, his woman tried to keep riding him, but he pulled her limp and boneless form down, wanting her to rest on his chest.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Curiosity filtered through him. What an odd thing to say. Why would she apologize to him? For Christ’s sake, he had just borderline raped her.

  “For what?”

  “I don’t mean to be a selfish lover.”

  He smiled at that. He knew she had had a seduction teacher, someone who had given her scripts of possible scenarios, someone who had told her she could barter her body for favors behind enemy lines, someone who had probably told her not to quit until her lover was satisfied. He wondered who she was really apologizing to. Did she feel that she’d failed him or her seduction teacher? He suspected it was the latter. Again, it all played into her loyalty.

  “Did your seduction instructor teach you that? Not to quit until your lover is satisfied?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s all right. I didn’t want to come yet.”

  “You can control that?”

  “It takes practice and discipline. Just be still and be silent, American.”

  She didn’t disagree and instead only rested her head against his shoulder.

  He pressed his lips together, genuinely amused by her innocent question about endurance. God, how could she be so naïve about some things? But he knew the answer, he knew from his numerous interrogations of her. Fuck, she’d only been with one other man before him and from what Darvlicht had managed to put together, the guy had been completely incompetent in bed. Yes, she’d had a seduction teacher, but some things were best learned through experience, which was something she lacked.

  He ran his hands up and down her heated and sweaty body. Still rock-hard inside her, he repositioned her underneath him. When he did start to move again, each thrust of his body elicited a sweet “ah” from her, as if she’d never completely recovered from her first release and now, he was drawing out her orgasm to a near painful explosion. Her tiny hands even tried to push him away, but her struggles only motivated him to stay hard. This satisfied him more.

  Her sweet “ah”s and “oh”s turned to a more desperate mantra of “please.” Her words became inarticulate sounds of pleasure and pain as he roughly rode her tender flesh. Hearing her beg for an end to her release did something to him.

  It excited him. It thrilled him. It motivated him to stay hard, to keep riding her.

  He fucked her harder and faster, in genuine need now, to find his
own release. After he spilled his hot seed deep inside her, he didn’t hurry to pull out but instead left his softening organ inserted. She looked exhausted and spent. He silently cursed his own weak body. A part of him hadn’t wanted to come just yet. Forcing his war prize to feel pleasure, especially since she didn’t want to enjoy his touch, satisfied him in a way no other lover had.

  He reluctantly pulled his cock from her core. Her pussy oozed wet heat. It was a combination of her juices and his hot seed. With other lovers, especially whores, he would have worn a condom for protection, but that precaution wasn’t necessary with his war prize. Since she was an agent, her body was potential currency behind enemy lines. A pregnancy or disease could devalue that. And so, like all female agents, she’d had something implanted in her body that prevented pregnancy and disease. For all intents and purposes, she was his perfect little sex toy.

  Yes, her implant was a true medical marvel. Hell, she’d probably never even caught the common cold. American agents knew nothing of disease or sickness, but their lifespan was usually far shorter than that of civilians. Even with the spy swap program, many agents didn’t live past twenty. A hard knot formed in his stomach as he thought of all the what-ifs—what if he hadn’t found her, what if another SS officer had arrested her. She was so beautiful that the cameras would have loved her in a public execution. He froze, momentarily confused by his feelings. But he quickly brushed it off.

  Not at all gently, he forced two fingers into her so-recently claimed channel. She jumped at the unexpected invasion and even pressed her thighs together.

  “I can’t take anymore,” she managed, twisting in his grasp.

  “Yes, you can. And you will.”

  Since he wasn’t blinded by his own lust now, he could focus solely on teasing and pleasing his war prize. This task didn’t placate the man in him, but it did please another part of him. He smiled darkly to himself as her hands even tried to push his away.

  “Oh, please, I can’t.” Her words dissolved as she cried out in pleasure again. He knew she wasn’t faking it with him. He could easily feel the muscles in her cunt contracting in spasm. He ignored her pleas for him to stop and instead carefully massaged her drenched pussy lips. More wet heat gushed from her, coating his already slick fingers.

  He withdrew his hand, giving her a much needed moment to recover, but only to retrieve a few tools from his nightstand drawer. He grabbed two clothes pins and a vibrator. But the tools weren’t just the average run-of-the-mill kind of things that any average Joe-blow could buy. He was, after all, an SS officer. He had access to unlimited wealth and unlimited connections in the empire. Specially made sex toys were enough to make happen. The clothes pins were actually made of chrome and had a bit more bite to them than just the typical wooden variety found in most stores.

  Lying on her side with her thighs pressed together, his woman panted, obviously recovering from her release.

  Without a word, he effortlessly pried her thighs apart and held her splayed open. She twisted and squirmed, but her strength was no match for his. He left her spread open for several minutes, knowing how vulnerable and helpless it made her feel. He took a moment to study her lovely cunt. He groaned softly, remembering how good it had felt inside her. Watching her carefully, he slowly secured one of the clothes pins to her right pussy lip. She squealed and jump, but he didn’t sense anything too dire. Nodding and now convinced she would be all right, he secured the second chrome clothes pin to her other pussy lip.

  She said nothing, but he could tell she was feeling the wicked effects of the pins.

  Liking how the sleek pieces of polished chrome looked on her lips, he took a moment to admire his work. After several minutes, he used the clothes pins to more easily part her cleft. He took his time examining the pink tissue of her inner pussy lips as well as her delicate clit and the opening of her sheath. At first, she seemed to acquiesce to his wishes but after several minutes, her hands moved to her center, obviously wanting to remove the clothes pins.

  “No,” he ordered, swatting her hands away. “Your pussy belongs to me.” Accentuating his point, he leveled a finger at her. Much to his delight, she instantly responded to his tone. She didn’t argue with him nor did she try again to remove the clothes pins. Instead, she merely grasped the metal headboard. Satisfied that she wouldn’t interfere with his work again, he slowly retrieved the vibrator. Similar to the chrome clothes pins, the vibrator was also newly purchased, a specially made gem. The toy was an exact replica of his own cock. Pressing his lips together, he slowly pushed the toy into her sheath. She winced and squirmed a little as he worked, just as she had done when he fucked her.

  Again, her hands moved to her center.

  “No,” he ordered. “I already said that your pussy belongs to me.”

  Not allowing any argument or response, he quickly rose and retrieved the sections of rope. He quickly re-tethered her wrists back to the headboard, disallowing any further interference from her.

  Once he was finished tying her up, he resumed his earlier mission of inserting the dildo.

  “Oh, please, I feel like I might come again,” she barely whispered. She even tugged against the ropes he had just secured.

  He shrugged off her complaint. “So, you have my permission to come.”

  “I can’t come again. My muscles are killing me.”

  He chuckled. “Obviously, you’re just not used to feeling this much pleasure.”

  Almost roughly, he finished inserting the vibrator before quickly turning it on and maxing out the settings. He could tell she’d never really recovered from her initial release and now, with this thick, vibrating toy filling her passage, she again went over the edge in ecstasy. But her cries weren’t quite screams of pure pleasure. He was drawing out her release over and over again, making her muscles knot up painfully in spasm. He’d never been with a lover who could come again and again the way that she could. She was so hypersensitive sexually. He wondered, vaguely, if that’s why she’d only experienced pain and discomfort with her first and only lover.

  Between her tortured noises of pleasure and pain, she occasionally managed to speak a coherent word or two like, “I can’t” or “please” or “please, I can’t.”

  He said not a word, allowing his silence to answer her.

  Finally, as if she realized he wasn’t going to be swayed, she seemed to surrender to her release. Before, she’d been stiff and rigid, seemingly trying to endure her orgasm. But now, her body jerked uncontrollably. Darvlicht sighed at the display, liking how a woman looked in full-blown, uninhibited ecstasy. Gone was the carefully controlled release that he’d seen earlier, the vision of his war prize arching her back and slowly riding his flesh. It had been nice, sure, but this was real lust.

  Kneeling on the bed between her splayed knees, Darvlicht watched his war prize. With her wrists tied to the headboard, she looked even more desirable to him. He considered plunging a finger deep into her anus as she came, but he decided to save that for later. Besides, his woman was in another universe right now and he wanted her to be fully aware when he took her there.

  When he sensed his woman’s release had truly become unbearable, he pulled the toy from her cunt. The moment he did, a gush of wet heat spilled from her, coating his fingers. He moaned at the display, mesmerized to see her so wet and turned on. He carefully removed each clothes pin. The moment he did, she sighed, obviously relieved. He moved to untie her wrists from his headboard, but he stopped. He liked how she looked with her arms pinned up above her head.

  “I know,” he murmured, rubbing her tortured pussy lips. “I know those hurt.”

  He used her own slick heat to massage her flesh, knowing she was feeling pain now where the pins had been.

  She cooed as he rubbed her fleshy lips. Her eyes were closed. She looked half-asleep, completely drained from what he’d just put her through.

  “It’s all right,” he whispered. “That feels better, doesn’t it?” He glanced up briefly as he
spoke.

  She didn’t respond. No matter. He understood she wasn’t exactly with him right now. Sighing, he reluctantly pulled his hand from her thoroughly tortured pussy, although what he’d just done to her was relatively tame compared to how he used to torture his lover’s pussy. His definition of pussy torture usually included hot needles and electrified clamps. It was another oddity in his relationship with Isabel.

  He even took a moment to lick the wet heat from his fingers again as he’d done before. Fuck, how could her hot wetness taste so good? He considered eating his woman’s pussy. There was something so tempting about it, especially now, with her center still oozing wetness. He’d done it once before, yes, which even at the time, he’d found it so unlike him. To him, oral sex was only performed on him, not the other way around, which wasn’t a half-bad idea. In the length of time he’d spent torturing his woman’s pussy, his cock had grown hard yet again. Eyes closed and half asleep, she was breathing heavily.

  He glanced at his swollen organ, which had so recently claimed her cunt. Now, more than anything, he needed to claim her mouth as well. Scooting closer to the headboard, he gingerly cupped his woman’s face. Her eyes were closed.

  “Open your eyes,” he ordered quietly.

  She didn’t hesitate and obediently looked up at him. As she always did, she studied him with a familiar combination of uncertainty and unwillingness. Perverse satisfaction washed through him. He liked how she looked at him, knowing she would always look at him like that. She pulled at the ropes pinning her to the headboard. Judging by her expression, she had apparently forgotten she was still tied down.

  With a surprising amount of tenderness, he brushed her lips with his. He sensed her body stiffening beneath him. To a degree, it would almost be easier for her if he just threw her to the floor and forced his cock down her throat. That’s what she’d been conditioned to expect if captured, that’s what she’d been trained to handle. It was being forced to feel pleasure that pained her.