Sexpionage

by Lesley E. Hal

  “Yes, I did sleep with her more times than I can count, but it was nothing like what I have with you. It was purely physical between us. I can’t even fathom sending you to sleep with another man. It would drive me insane because you mean something to me. Giovanna is . . . very skilled and just as calculating and deadly as Seven. If that were the case, I certainly wouldn’t have sent her to seduce Easter. I needed someone who could handle herself, and when Snake suggested Giovanna, let’s just say that I was sold. Easter never knew about Giovanna’s relationship with Seven.”

  That extinguished my fire, but then another revelation reignited it. “That accent . . . so it was Giovanna that tried to shoot me on that airplane! Did you know it was her? Oh my God, Jordan! She . . . she delivered your flowers to my house!”

  Jordan averted his eyes away from me and for the first time, he was speechless. I walked over and slapped him as hard as I could. “Did you know that it was her on that plane?”

  He didn’t flinch, but the homicidal look in his eyes retreated and was replaced with one of remorse. “Yes, I knew, but . . . it’s complicated.”

  “Complicated my ass! That bitch tried to kill me and you reward her with the address to my house!” The realization of Jordan’s disregard continued to fall on me like a ton of bricks. “You invited a stone-cold killer to my house. My house, Jordan! What kind of something is that you have for me?”

  Jordan stood and grabbed me by the shoulders as if he were about to shake me like a rag doll. Instead of rattling my cage, he let go and placed his finger on my lips. “There’s a lot that I kept you in the dark about, but I had to know if I could trust you. I had to know if you were the one.”

  Oh no! Jordan wasn’t throwing that if you’re the one crap on me again. His time for ruling me was over. I was taking a lot of heat behind his mess. Not to mention being controlled like a lab monkey by Seven’s crazy ass. I was going to get the answers I wanted once and for all. “My life was in danger, and you’re trying to justify it with that nonsense?”

  He hung his head and exhaled like he were trying to come up with something that would get me off of his case. “I should’ve handled that situation a lot better than what I did. I didn’t find out that it was Giovanna on the plane until afterwards. She called me and told me that she could’ve taken you out if she wanted to, but Seven had talked her out of it.”

  “What was up with the whole situation, anyway? Why would Seven act like she killed her if she didn’t?”

  “Seven wanted to gain your trust. Before the shooting, you must admit that you and she were like oil and water. Not that you became best friends afterwards, but you loosened your jealousy reins up a bit on her.”

  “Okay, I’ll give her that, but why was Giovanna trying to shoot me in the first place?”

  Jordan looked like he was getting tired of playing Twenty One Questions, but I didn’t give a damn. “I told you that already. Seven can handle the one-night stands, but when she feels threatened . . . well, let’s just say that Giovanna was willing to get rid of that threat.”

  “That bitch! You . . . you people have a lot of damn nerve,” I screamed in Jordan’s face.

  After wiping the side of his face where spittle from me yelling at him landed, Jordan tried to embrace me, but I wasn’t done with his ass yet.

  “Where have you been all of this time while I was going through hell and high water with those crazy-ass, vindictive bitches?” I asked again since he’d avoided the question like the plague.

  Instead of answering, he rested his hand on my belly and caressed it. When he looked into my eyes, I knew what he wanted to know.

  “There’s a strong possibility,” I lied, thinking that if his plans were to kill me, maybe having him think that I was carrying his child might give him a change of heart. Since me trying to seduce him was falling flat.

  Jordan closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his hand continued to caress my flat stomach. When he opened them, they were filled with tears. “I’m sorry for putting you in harm’s way. I should’ve been more protective of you, knowing how Seven feels. I’ve been in denial about my lifestyle for so long, that I never once took a moment to really consider anyone else’s feelings, but my own. It was wrong for me to mislead you about me and my father’s relationship. Letting others think that he’s my enemy is one thing, but you didn’t deserve to be lied to.”

  The sincerity in his voice moved me to second-guess not only him, but myself. I didn’t know what to believe. Jordan was, after all, a master manipulator. He made a living out of making people think and feel one way when he was on a “job.” Why would this be any different?

  Chapter 48

  “Shit just got real, huh?” Jordan said out of the blue.

  I was caught off guard, but tried to act as though I wasn’t afraid of what might have been about to happen. “What do you mean by that?”

  His hand found its way back to my belly. “You might be carrying my son.”

  I moved from his touch. “Or daughter,” I countered.

  “Why are you backing away from me?”

  I took a deep breath and looked at Jordan to see if I could get a read on what was going through his conniving mind. “I know you came back for a reason and it damn sure wasn’t to play daddy.”

  He laughed and rubbed his goatee while shaking his head. “Didn’t I tell you that I would never hurt you again?”

  “But things are different now. People are dead, Jordan. People that I thought were your trusted allies, you killed. What makes me any different from any of them?”

  He tried to touch my face, but I pushed his hand away. I wanted him, but now that shit just got real as he said, I wanted my life even more.

  “I’ll give you that. Truth is when I learned of Seven, Giovanna and Snake’s betrayal, I knew your life was in danger. And as they know me, they used you to draw me out. Seven knew that I would come running to your rescue. You’ve touched me in ways that she never could and that kills her.”

  I wanted to believe what he was saying, but my brain kept telling me not to be a fool, while my heart was falling for his words—hook, line and sinker. “I don’t know what to believe, Jordan.”

  “I promise to let you in on everything when the time is right.”

  “Including the real truth about your father . . . The Collector?”

  Jordan took a deep breath. “I know I wasn’t forthcoming with you concerning him, but to make things look legit, we had to play our parts. I want you to meet him, because I know you’re the one. With you possibly carrying my child, I want to do the right thing by you.”

  My heart nearly melted. Jordan wanted me! Not Seven! Not Giovanna, or any of those other women, but me! I wanted to jump for joy, but the lies, deceit and the abuse was all that I could think about. What would I really be getting myself into being “the one”?

  Jordan must’ve picked up on my thoughts and took my trembling hands into his. “My father, Xing Ho Wang, our relationship did start out as I told you, but over the years, we hashed out our differences and used what everyone else assumed as hate to our advantage. When he told me of his dealings in obtaining the finest and rarest treasures in the world, I was immediately intrigued, Bianca. Since my brother, Ming-Hua, was solely into his music, I wanted to work by my father’s side. I love my father, Bianca. He saved me from a life of pain and gave me one of privilege. I owe him my life and I will give it gladly as he would do the same for me.”

  I stared at him with unbelieving eyes. “So what was all of this for, if not to get back at your father?”

  “He told me that there were enemies in my camp. I didn’t want to believe him, but he has never been wrong about that sort of thing before. Easter had it coming for the Bangkok job; now that part of it was true. I misjudged Sledge, and will regret that for the rest of my life. I should’ve known that Snake was up to something. Being a snitch wasn’t Sledge’s style.”

  I sat with my thoughts on how things had occurred. Snake was always
in his ear about Sledge. Sledge went out of his way to be nasty to me, but now I felt like shit wondering if that was his way of trying to warn me about the company that I was keeping. He played the making-me-jealous role really well and I fell for it every single time. I even grew to detest him. Seven’s words slammed back into me. “He’s always force-feeding that horse shit of a story only with different variations of the truth down you simple bitches’ throats.”

  Jordan snuck a kiss. I was instantly wet, ready, willing and able to rock his world. I was playing with fire and was well aware of the third-degree burns that I would receive by messing with this man. With that being the case, I needed him to understand that everything I’d done up until this point was for him. My back was up against the wall when I was taken against my will. I had no choice in the matter, but to cooperate or meet the torturous death that my captors had threatened me with. My friends. My life. My everything was at stake if I didn’t go along with the program. The only silver lining was that Jordan knew nothing about my family and neither did they since they never mentioned going after them. At least I hoped they didn’t.

  Jordan led me back to the bed. He sat down and I straddled him and ran my hands up and down his body. I was in a zone when he stopped me and hurriedly helped me out of my jacket. He impatiently tried to unbutton the pink ruffled blouse that I wore before becoming frustrated with the task and ripping it open, causing buttons to fly everywhere. His eyes widened in delight when he took in the sight of my beautiful cleavage beckoning him to please them. His hands caressed the delicate lace fabric of my La Perla Baronessa bra before taking on the task of unhooking the clasps and helping me out of it. He fondled my begging-to-be-touched breasts, pushed them together and suckled my taut nipples. My head fell back as moistness pooled between my thighs.

  “Let me help you take off the rest,” he stopped licking my nipples long enough to say. I raised my body up as he wrestled my skirt off. While he was doing that, I was trying to get his pants undone. I was in need of feeling him inside of me, even if it was for the last time. His shirt was next as it met the same ending as mine with buttons flying everywhere. Those pecs and abs were as magnificent as I remembered them being. My hands hungrily ran all over his torso. I applied shiatsu techniques along the way to his taught muscles. He soon began to relax as I applied the right amount of pressure.

  “Ahh, baby . . .” Jordan exhaled loudly. “That feels so damned good.”

  Not wanting to wait another minute longer, he raised his hips and slid his pants and boxers down. To my utter delight, I was greeted in the best way when that pipe of his sprung forward ready for action. After feeling my juices on his fingers, Jordan guided me down on him as he thrust himself deep inside of my deprived tunnel.

  “Ooh . . .” I moaned as I tilted my head back again with my eyes half closed. I took pleasure in each stroke that he delivered and tried my best to match him on each one.

  “I miss you so much. I miss this. Ahh . . . you just don’t know . . . how much. You trust me, baby?” Jordan whispered as he brought my face to his and engaged me in a kiss to end all kisses.

  “Yes, Jordan . . . I do,” I said between kisses.

  Jordan stood with me, still riding his shaft, and laid me on my back. He looked into my eyes and answered all of the lingering questions without saying a thing. His forehead rested on mine as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes searching for the connection that we knew still had to be there, and it was. Through mental telepathy, we received every word. I was immediately swept back up into his world again just that easily. I knew that if we wanted to, we could have the outcome I always dreamed of. We could make our home and start a family anywhere in the world. We could have a little boy that looked like him and a daughter who would be my mini me. All that mattered was him knowing that we could have that and more. Our lives could be beautiful, fulfilling and meaningful if only he felt the same way about me as I did him. From our connection, I didn’t feel that he had cruel intentions, and I could only pray that what was coming down the pike would be the fairy tale that I envisioned for us. From the way he was sexing me, I hoped he could feel how much I cherished our time together. In a true expression of love, honesty and loyalty, I sang his praises in a series of moans. I had no doubt that Jordan felt something for me deep within his heart, but was it love?

  For all the goodness I was feeling, my conscience was screaming for me to take off the rose-colored glasses, but my heart overruled. “Let me ride him, baby.”

  Jordan didn’t waste any time flipping me over to where I was on top of him. I rode him like he was a runaway wild stud that couldn’t be tamed. My hair swung all around us as I bucked my hips wildly back and forth. Up and down. Round and round. I swirled my hips with vigor like a belly dancer that was putting on the show of a lifetime as she performed for her master. I thrust them faster. I worked them harder than ever before. It was my mission to cast this devil of a man into the depths of the oblivion that was me.

  But as fate would have it, Jordan wasn’t about to surrender and let me have that type of power over him. He grabbed me by the waist to put a stop to my magical, gyrating hips that had him spellbound. No way was he going to the point of no return without putting up a fight like the true warrior in the bed that he was.

  “What are you trying to do to me, girl?” he asked as he tossed me onto my side and got behind me. Jordan lifted my leg up high and power-drilled with sweet, slow, agonizing, commanding strokes that had me losing the hold that I had over him only seconds ago.

  My walls constricted around Jordan’s shaft trying to savor all that he had to give. “I’m . . . trying to . . . bewitch you with . . . this pussy,” I managed to cry out.

  “You’ve already done that,” Jordan admitted as he hit my sweet spot causing me to yell out. It didn’t take much for me to surrender to him once again as my creamy nectar coated him and dripped down my leg.

  “You like the way I’m putting in work . . . huh?”

  “Yes, baby! Give . . . it . . . to me just . . . like . . . that. Make me cum for . . . you—ooh!”

  With my leg still suspended in the air, Jordan eased out of me and reacquainted himself with my lower lips. I nearly lost control when his tongue swirled my clit around like a cherry on a stem. “Umm . . . you taste so damn good, baby.”

  Jordan was being extra attentive and I loved it. He had yet to have a release of his own, while I’d had a few. He pushed my legs back and spread them as far as they would go and devoured me like I was his last meal. The momentum of the impending orgasm was coming fast and it was going to be the undoing of me.

  “Oohh!!!! I . . . my oohh! Yes! Yes!” I caressed Jordan’s head as he continued to drive me into another atmosphere. He introduced two of his fingers into the mix and when they made contact with my g-spot, it was over. Bright colors and stars exploded before my eyes as my milky goodness flowed over his fingers like a river while his tongue continued to tap dance on my clit and savor my creamy slit. Jordan delicately handled my oversaturated canal with gentle bites that alternated between my clit and outer lips. He eased his fingers out and released my nub long enough to savor my sticky essence. From the look on his face, he was enjoying every bit of the award he’d received for the hard work he’d put in.

  Without notice, Jordan went in balls deep while I was in the middle of a climax, which only heightened the intensity of the moment. He positioned me to where he was hitting it from the back. As our bodies connected, you could hear one delicious smack after another. Jordan slapped me on my ass repeatedly as he neared nirvana. I could tell that he was getting close as he thrust with harder, deeper and longer strokes. While in the midst of trying to help him make it to the promise land, I found myself in close proximity of joining him there. We arrived at our destination at the same time. When it was over, we crashed like waves onto the bed, panting while trying to catch our breaths.

  Chapter 49

  Mentally and physically drained, Jordan and I dragged ourse
lves into the shower. The hot jetting streams from the water reinvigorated us and once again, I found myself stuffed to capacity with Jordan knocking my back out.

  “Fuck me . . . yes! Ooh yeah!” Jordan fondled my clit, never missing a beat and nearly causing my legs to buckle.

  I gripped the towel rack, nearly breaking a nail. “Ooh . . . that’s my spot!” He propped my right leg up on the seating area of the massive shower, for more access into my pleasure zone. Jordan held me firm around my waist and continued fingering my clit and creating a delicious, stimulating feeling.

  “Ummmmm . . . that feels so . . . got . . . damn . . . good!” I managed to say between gasps and moans.

  Jordan spanked my ass. “I’mma tear . . . this cunt . . . up! Come on . . . work that . . . fat ass!” Smack! Jordan took his dick out momentarily and spanked me on the ass with it and ran it through my hungry slit, connecting with my love nub a few times.

  “Umm . . . ooh fuck!”

  “Yeah, that’s it! Handle that shit, baby. Give me that freak I know and love,” Jordan commanded.

  I turned, facing him wearing a devilish grin on my face as the water continued to cascade all around us. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight to his neck as I rode the shit out of him. “Is this . . . umm . . . what . . . you want? You . . . want . . . umm yes . . . me to . . . take . . . control and command that dick.”

  “Yes . . . throw that pussy. Arrgggh! Make me . . . be . . . believe that you missed me putting . . . it on you,” he grunted as the curve of his dick hit my spot.

  “Aoooh! Oh my gawd! Umm . . . Yes, daddy!” Once again, I was being conquered and losing the power that I so desperately wanted to maintain. I had to gain control of the situation. I eased him out of me and slid down to my knees. The water was becoming cold, but I didn’t care about the fact that my hair was a drenched mess. The only thing I cared about was going deep-throat dicking.

  There was no denying that Jordan’s dick was one of my indulgences. The moment his pre-cum landed on my tongue, I nearly lost it. I relaxed my throat and took my time devouring him inch by delectable inch. I became consumed with licking and sucking as if he were a melting Popsicle on a hot summer’s day. Suddenly, Jordan grabbed both sides of my head, gathering handfuls of my hair, and began thrusting his pelvis into my mouth with the same vigor as he had my pussy only moments ago. His climax was thick, sweet and never-ending. The sound of coming from him couldn’t be described as nothing but barbaric. I knew from the buckling in his knees and watching the towering giant collapse that I had conquered. The now freezing water had us shivering as we descended back to earth.