“Fuck!” Ace shouted, running his splayed fingers through his tangled hair. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“She’ll be under some kind of magic spell before we have a chance to save her?” Brantley teased, picking up some leftover wire Fowler failed to use. “Ace, I’m not happy about this, but Abby is a big girl. She’s well trained and prepared to handle this operation.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Porter said, joining them. “Ace, tell him. She wasn’t the same last night, was she?”
Ace slowly shook his head. “He’s right, man. She may not be able to pull this off. She’s too close.” A beat later, he said, “I’ll catch you guys later. I have some bunkers to check out. Donovan sent a text and said he left us a few surprises down under. I gotta see what he’s talking about.”
Ace disappeared into the woods behind the house. Brantley addressed Porter. “I’ll have a word with her.”
“Just because you’re the big man around here, don’t start with this superior mentality,” Porter teased.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Brantley said, still coming to terms with his recent leadership appointment. “For that matter, you can have a word with her.”
Brantley may have been in charge now, but they were still a team as far as he was concerned. Right after Conrad’s death, the guys sat down and discussed the possible command placement options. They’d feared the higher authority would transfer Colt Candy from Nevada. Colt was probably the best operative in the world, but he was also an arrogant ass. He’d been interviewed for promotions in the past, right along with Riley Donovan.
While Riley was talented and would’ve been an asset, Brantley and the others didn’t want an outsider appointed to their team. Then again, the most logical choice was Abby. She was Conrad’s daughter and probably the most qualified. He shuddered at the thought.
She would’ve been a dead woman walking, too.
Yes, Brantley was the right man for the job. The quicker he started thinking like an agent in charge, the better.
“Fact is, I’m worried about Abby,” Porter admitted.
“Me too,” Fowler mumbled.
Clearing his throat, Brantley quickly reassured them. “Look, I spoke with Abby last night. She said once they were alone, she and Juraz made small talk.
“He explained what he expected from a submissive partner, and told her that he was interested in seeing where a relationship between the two of them might lead. Then, his driver took her back to the hotel. According to Abby, Juraz didn’t rush her and she never felt as if her life were in danger.”
“I didn’t see her after she returned to the hotel last night,” Porter said. “Did any of you?”
Fowler crossed his arms. “She debriefed Casey and Ace. I followed Juraz back to the club. He spent the night with his current sub. Ace was the last one with Abby last night. This morning, Juraz’s driver picked her up and gave her a lift to the airport. That’s the last time we made contact.”
“Wait a minute,” Porter said, his voice pitched an octave higher. “Ace and Abby were alone together?”
Fowler shot Brantley a quick wink. “Yes indeed. Ace said to make sure we have extra wiring in the bathrooms, wherever there are countertops and mirrors. I worked all morning in an effort to accommodate Ace’s demands.
“Apparently, Abby loves taking cock through the back door. She likes to watch the action, too. You know how she is. Abby can’t stand to miss anything. When we’re working, she wants a play-by-play of whatever she fails to witness for herself. I guess she behaves the same way in the bedroom. She must be a little kinkier than any of us realized.”
Brantley couldn’t play along. He was sick to his stomach with a simple mention of Abby in any sexual situation, considering her present companion.
He was ill because he had cause to worry. If things didn’t go according to their plan—and they were already spinning a little sideways—Abby could find herself in a great amount of danger.
She represented the one possible casualty Brantley and the others simply couldn’t risk. If they lost her, they’d never be able to move on without her.
* * * *
“Are you comfortable?” Juraz asked, taking a seat next to her.
“I’m fine. Thank you,” she replied, staring out at the clouds.
“I have something for you.” He retrieved a box from the aircraft’s overhead bins and set the wrapped gift on her lap. “I think you’ll enjoy this special treat.”
“You shouldn’t have…”
“At! At! At!” Juraz said, producing a noise similar to what her grandmother once used when she knocked away dirty hands, preventing them from snatching freshly baked sugar cookies. “I can buy gifts for you, Abby. You need a reward. You didn’t put up a fuss about flying back to Virginia with me.”
“Why would I?” she asked. “Look at this plane. I’m traveling in style. The guys from work are flying coach.”
Abby placed the box against her hip and turned, ready to delve into the task of unwrapping the package. Before she had the opportunity, Juraz’s arms closed around her, and he pulled her against his chest.
As soon as she was in his arms, he kissed the top of her head and patted her cheek. “My sweet sub,” he whispered, nuzzling her ear. “You have no idea what your willingness to submit does for a man like me.”
“I’m glad,” she said.
His brow furrowed. “You’re glad?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Much better,” he said, pointing at the gift. “Open your present.”
She ripped off the exterior wrapping. “Oh my,” she mumbled. “What have we here?”
The oblong container displayed a short, fat dildo. She thinned her lips and looked up at Juraz. She should’ve been thankful he gave her a toy instead of his cock.
Unusually polite, he said, “Remove it from the packaging, please.”
Abby wondered then when she might see his true face. His mannerisms were almost overkill.
“I’d like for you to insert the dildo.”
“Here?” she screeched, thinking if she hiked up her skirt, things between them could get out of hand sooner than she’d planned.
The guys might indeed spank her if her relationship with Juraz progressed too quickly. They’d threatened the act many times before. While the thought of their hands caressing her ass provoked a smile, she couldn’t ignore the rumbling warning in the pit of her stomach.
She wasn’t prepared to move forward without backup. She couldn’t cope with Juraz’s advances without her team in place.
She should’ve found a reason to fly commercial.
Juraz’s gaze fell to her chest. “I’m a fair man, Abby. I’d be lying if I told you I don’t want to take you to bed. Then again, we’re adults. I can practice patience if it’s necessary. The end result will be the same, and we both know where this is going.” He moistened his lips. His hooded eyes suggested his lust wouldn’t be contained long.
“You want me to use the dildo here?” she asked, tilting her head toward Juraz’s bodyguards.
He took a moment to study her, acting as if he halfway expected her to put on a show for everyone. Finally, he motioned for one of the guards.
The man approached. Juraz whispered something in his ear. His faithful follower nodded, shot her a wicked smile, then turned and left the main part of the cabin. Several men trailed behind him.
“One thing about it. You know how to clear a room.”
He chuckled. “Is this better?”
“Yes, but…”
Juraz set his jaw. After they played a short game of stare down, he said, “All right, you win this time. Go to the lavatory and tuck the dildo away in a safe, secure place.” He smiled. “You understand what I’m suggesting. Come back, and we’ll enjoy one another for the rest of the flight.”
She snatched the box and hurried away. As soon as her hand touched the restroom doorknob, he said, “Abby, I will have my way with you, but hop
efully you’ll be well prepared by the time I do.”
She forced a smile. “I hope so.”
“Yes, well, we’ll soon see.”
Abby slid behind the door and released the hollow breath she’d held. Immediately, she retrieved the cell she’d attached to her inner thigh, carefully peeling away the Velcro holding the phone in place.
She hit the number one key and prayed Brantley would answer. She was rarely out of touch for longer than a couple of hours. The guys must’ve been worried sick. The phone rang and rang. His voice mail picked up. Fuck. Apparently, they weren’t fretting as much as she first thought.
She disconnected the call. After trying to reach the others, she quickly discovered the limited signal was lost. They must’ve gained altitude too quickly for a successful tower connection.
She should’ve sent a text.
Keeping her phone concealed was risky business. If Juraz had insisted on her obedience out there, or worse, forced her to obey his wishes, he would’ve discovered more than a dry pussy.
As much as she missed touching base with the team, she couldn’t fight technology. She’d make contact once they hit cruising altitude and phone service was restored by satellite.
“Until then,” she whispered, tucking the tiny device inside her purse. She would hide the phone somewhere else for safekeeping on the whim Juraz required proof of proper toy placement.
He might stoop to that level for verification purposes if for no other reason. A pervert like Juraz probably found his pleasure at a woman’s expense. Was she currently slated for the three o’clock slot and already scheduled for Juraz’s private in-flight entertainment?
Sheer terror spun through her veins. What if he wanted her to sit across from him and spread her legs for his unlimited viewing pleasure? He was certainly vile enough. Given the fact she’d read all about his past relationships, it wasn’t beneath Juraz to expect full compliance from his submissive partners.
No, she wouldn’t put something like involuntary public exhibitionism past him. She needed to prepare herself for the worst.
Studying the box she’d first tossed to the counter, she thought of her team and how they always watched her back. “Not this time,” she grumbled. It was right then when she realized why she’d felt a void since boarding the plane.
The team stuck together. Rarely, if ever, were they separated. They were like her second skin.
“As if I need a fake cock in my twat to remind me of what I’ve been missing.” She unhooked the twine securing the toy to the cardboard backing. After she rinsed off the dildo, she spread her legs and pushed the silicone rubber head against her folds.
Ah, hell. She needed a little moisture there if she wanted to have an enjoyable penetration.
“Anything worth doing is worth doing right,” she muttered.
As luck would have it, she glanced down and noticed the flashing green bar on her cell. Service arrived in the nick of time. If she could reach Ace, he’d know what to do and what to say.
Without a doubt, he’d keep her juices flowing.
* * * *
Ace was impressed. The first bunker he located was well stocked with water, an ample food supply, toiletry items, computer equipment, and weaponry. He spotted a case of explosives, too, and felt certain those magnificent babies were his special surprise courtesy of the Brock Donovan foundation. He’d send the Donovan crew a nice little thank-you note if these big-boy toys proved efficient.
About the time he started to prowl through the first crate of firearms, he received a text message. Fishing the small phone out of his pocket, he read aloud, “Wanna play?”
He snickered as he stared at the words blinking back at him. He hurriedly typed out a response. Ah, Abby. I thought you’d never ask.
Don’t fuck with me, Ace. I’m in a pinch.
What kind of pinch, lover?
Do you want to or not?
Ace’s prick weighed in as he considered the possibilities. He strolled across the room and took a seat on the wide sofa. Where are you?
I’m on the fucking plane.
What are you doing?
Trying to get aroused enough to stick this thick dildo in my pussy.
After he typed out his response, he gritted his teeth. Juraz must have kicked up his game a few notches. What the hell was Abby doing with an adult sex gadget? His heartbeat sped up a notch. Had Abby already slept with Juraz? Rather than question her, he sent the message. I can help with that.
I hope so. I’m as dry as a bone, and Juraz is standing outside the door waiting for me.
Wish I was there, don’t ’cha?
Maybe.
I’ll take that as a yes. I know what you need, lover. You contacted the right man.
Ace leaned against the cushions. He stared at his cock stretching forward, tenting his beige pants. He’d trigger her imagination all right. How about a long, meaty tongue pressing through those delicate pussy lips of yours. Would that work?
Hmmm…
I’m good at oral, baby. I’ve waited five years to lick that tempting clit of yours. Let me in between your legs and I’ll show you what a man can do with the right pussy under his tongue.
The right pussy? Are you kidding me? You fuck everything that walks, Ace.
I used to. That is until somebody started stringing me along by the balls.
Fuck. This isn’t working. Hang on. I’ll call you. I can’t say much. Juraz might hear me. You do the talking. Think you can manage that?
He chuckled. That’s a woman for ya. She wants a capable man who can use his mouth better than she can run hers.
Shut up. I’ll talk to ya in a minute.
As he awaited her call, he loosened his belt, yanking the leather strap free of the loops as he hurriedly tugged his cock away from confinement. If they were going to do this thing, he planned to take as much from the experience as possible.
The phone rang.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hurry,” she whispered. “Talk fast. I have to be quiet.”
“Ah, sugar,” he crooned. “If my lips were on yours, that wouldn’t be a problem now, would it?”
“Don’t do that. Your voice reminds me of the lead guy on Sons of Anarchy, too deep and raspy. A woman could come listening to that voice in her ear.”
“I thought that was the idea,” he said.
“We can’t argue, Ace. Mum’s the word on this end.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “No problem, baby. See, I’ve got something right here in my hand that will definitely do the trick when you need a loaded weapon to silence you.”
Chapter Six
As soon as Abby heard Ace’s masculine sound, her pussy was wetter than it had been in the last decade. In fact, she hadn’t been this aroused since college. She’d known better than to call him, but after reading Ace’s text about his dilemma—being strung up by his balls—she couldn’t resist. She needed to hear his voice.
No, she longed to have him walk her through what promised to be one hell of an orgasm. If his talk matched his cocksure strut—oh hell, and that hard, perfect body of his—reaching a climax wouldn’t present a challenge.
Her breasts were tender as she shoved her hand under her dress. Pinching a nipple, she dragged the pad of her thumb over her swollen peak.
“I’ve been waiting to lay you down, Abby. You know I have. This isn’t what I had in mind for a first time, but I’ll see what I can do to make it as good for you as I know it’s gonna be for me.” His thick lust came shining through the lines of communication.
She closed her eyes and pictured him rising above her. He wouldn’t be easy. He’d take her with maddening strength, mainly because they’d spent years waiting for the right time, anticipating the ideal moment.
“I’ve pictured you naked, your body underneath mine…”
A jolt of arousal shot through her pussy as he spoke, and she gripped the sink as she tugged her skirt higher. There. Now she was raring to go.
“I�
��ve got my dick in my hand, Abby. I’m hard, baby. I’m stroking and pulling, standing over you as I tease you.”
Hellfire. Hearing the thick desire in his raspy tone enticed her enough to make her folds damp, truly slick.
“Pretend you’re here with me,” she said softly.
“Where are you again?”
This was just her luck. Ace stepped into the role of agent. He wanted details about the mission.
She needed a little pleasure with business. “Give me some inspiration here. Work with me.”
“I’m trying, honey, but describe your setting. Create a place for me.”
“I’m in the air, damn it. I’m on a private plane headed to Virginia. Now, can you have phone sex or not?”
“Baby, I’ll have you so wound up, the next time you see me you’ll grovel for my cock in record time. That’s a promise.”
“Ace, hurry,” she said, sliding the dildo toward her intimate lips again. “I don’t have all day.”
“Is there a commode seat there?”
“Yes,” she replied, looking around.
“Shut it.”
“Fuck, Ace.”
“Just do it.”
She slammed the lid down.
“I’ll sit there,” he crooned. “Now, put your foot beside my hip.”
She placed her heel on the flat surface next to the toilet.
“I’m sliding my hands up your thighs. We’re rushed, but I’m taking my time. We’re on a commercial flight, and there’s a line waiting for the restroom.”
“Uh-huh,” she agreed, fondling her nipple. Spicy sensations tickled her spine as she maneuvered the dildo, pushing the tip right inside her vagina.
“I cup your behind, drawing your bare, waxed mound to my lips. I breathe in. Exhale. You smell incredible, Abby. I’m stiff…and damp. The tip of my cock is oozing with my excitement.” He growled. The carnal way he spoke to her was already driving her forward, making her crazy.
“I nibble your clit, just enough for you to know I’ve found that hot spot. I lick and tease. Hmmm…Oh baby, I’m really gonna enjoy you.”
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